1. I love music - classical music, jazz, blues, bossa nova, some pop, little rock, a little alternative... nothing metal nor trance. I'm not a big fan of rap/hip hop. It's imperative for me that someone likes the same music as I do. Things would not be pretty otherwise.

2. I'm an incredible home person. It's true. I absolutely love to spend time at home with my family.

3. I'm predictable and boring. But I love to travel. I love to try crazy things like sky diving (not base jumping!!), paragliding...

4. I can devote my life to playing the piano and learning languages. I'm currently spending my summer dabbling in music, learning French... ignoring German a little. ;)

5. I love cities, but would really like to go to some place less developed. On my list are some countries in Asia, and going to other exotic places like South America and Antarctica. I definitely HAVE to go to Antarctica. It's one of my must-dos before I die things.

"What're you going to do when I start to get busier?"

"Write you more postcards. Take pictures to show you how my day is so much more dull without you."

"I don't know if I should believe what you say half the time," I say, amused. "More postcards? I haven't even received one."

"It's somewhere in the air, between here and your address."

*

Something which I've been leaving out in all my entries this month is that I've been having weeks of nightmares. Some are about war/armagaeddon, some about stalkers, some about floods and other natural disasters, some about weird old houses with tons of mystery... and others less severe like cooking disasters. And as always, dreams about people I've dated who're dating other people. Those aren't really nightmares, but just plain random.

There was once a guy I used to date (this runs about 3 years ago) dumped me in my dreams (so it wasn't real, but still) because I wouldn't set fire to pomegranate juice. I still won't.

Well, at least I'm not cheating on anyone in my own dreams.

But I would really like the nightmares and bad dreams to stop and have good, or dreamless sleep take over.

Labels: conversations, insomnia

Apart from doing my daily staple routine, involving catching Wimbledon on the TV, learning French (which worryingly seems to obliterate my German knowledge) and keeping up with some horrible piano playing, I have been addicted to an unfortunate game called Plants vs. Zombies.

Well, it all started with Mel, who first sent me the game, and I got addicted to its Adventure mode. Now, this game is absolutely brilliant, as when you're done with Adventure, you have Mini-games, which are addictive, and Puzzles and also Survival. The last of the Puzzles and Survival are endless, and you can replay the Adventures, which will change slightly (your plant choices change, long story), and well.... it kinda explains my addiction.

That's it for today. I'm off to sleep.

Labels: holidays, rambling

"Your eyes are unreadable except when you smile."

He starts to feel self conscious. Somewhere, he looks to his right. I wonder how it feels like to stand there, looking down onto the open city. Silly but true.

"Is that what you're looking at all this while?"

"What else would I be looking at?"

"I don't know, maybe what's behind me -" he gestures a careless hand behind him; there are pictures on the wall, and I can see billowing ceiling-to-floor cream curtains.

"Haha. Very funny. Anyway. I'm going to change my sleeping habits. No more of living in your time zone, which I have lived in in the last decade. I want to be like normal people. Sleep normal hours. Do normal things in the day and not live my life at night."

"Does this mean I'd be seeing less of you?"

"I'm afraid so... Unless you sleep late and I wake early, or you stay at home on all late afternoons, which would be just too demanding of you. And of me. I'm not a morning person. Trust me, you don't want to talk to me at six in the morning."

"I think we tried eight in the morning. Didn't work out either did it?"

"Is that a jibe?"

"No, it isn't," he grins, with all the hints that he's lying. "I'll stay at home late afternoons. Unless some emergency happens and I need to be out. There. It's settled."

"You will?" I recognise my tone of disbelief and try to edit myself. "I mean, you're going to give up your precious sunlight and stay at home?"

"Why are you so surprised?"

Labels: conversations

I received my admission to the honours programme letter in the mail today. Youpi :)

Haha I was listening to Horowitz playing Chopin's 4th Ballade - funny I NEVER heard him play that before, given that
1) I like Horowitz
2) I love Chopin
I've always listened to Richter, Rubenstein... but just not Horowitz. Anyway. Someone commented on the video:

I call this the "I Can Die Now" Ballade, because after that spectacular ending I feel like nothing else can top that and I might as well go ahead and die now! Ballade no. 3 is the "Sex" Ballade because the ending reminds me of sexual climax. Nos. 1 and 2 are still in search of names.

I thought that was REALLY funny haha. I'm still laughing. But man, that piece contains all the experiences of a lifetime.

"I watched the match. You guys are horrible. Why don't you have any pity, any sympathy?"

The edge of his lips curve. "Sympathy? You mean, for the losing player?"

"Yes, sympathy," I say. "You didn't even support the defending champion. And," I add when he tries to retort, "I think the crowd chooses who to support very weirdly if both parties playing aren't your nationality."

He's still grinning. "Like who for instance?"

"Like the Romanian and the Serbian. Like so many others... especially the last match last night, the umpire was so unfair to let play continue."

"Well, he was a little bit unfair," he agrees. "But it was a one-sided match anyway. The scoreline wouldn't have changed, I think."

I suddenly remember something. "What time does the sun set? It looked bright when it was nine."

"It sets at ten," he answers. "Why?"

"I want ten p.m. sunsets. I like days more than nights."

"There's only one way that's going to happen."

Labels: conversations