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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Surprise!

I guess there's a first time for everything.

Today, for the first time, I got a surprise birthday party. Somehow in the past 25 years, when someone tried to arrange that I ended up being in the wrong place in the wrong time, and caught them. This time, though, it was they who caught me. The funny part is, I did get them when my girlfriend called Daniel - but she was clever and gave me a false clue, getting me totally off-guard today (my b-day is tomorrow, which is when I expected something was going to happen).

I am very glad this has happened. I think everyone should get a surprise party sometime. It feels really good - and I'm glad it happened to me.

Thanks everyone - I loved it.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Long time, huh?

Yeah, I know. It's always the same thing. I try to keep up with this blog, but end up posting only sporadically and people stop visiting. In fact I'm even used to it.

The point is, I often forget to post here. There are thing's I'd like to talk about, but I just don't have the time or patience to do it.

And then I make a post like this. Probably posts where I talk about the lack of posts in the blog are the most common here...

Anyway. Recently I've been thinking of trying to get my PhD in Europe. But I don't know where to start or get information about it. To be honest, I'm much more worried about my project, which is beginning to get to its final stage already - and I still don't have much to show.

Hopefully things will work out in the next few months and I'll get a lot more done.

Monday, March 05, 2007

I love you.

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine