In BetWeen DreamS

It's 6 pm...I've got about 4 and bit hours left at Brussels airport..

It's $ 10 per hour for the internet so I decided to save such pleasures for later...it's now been about an hour since I got here and I've managed to get myself a nice table at a restaurant, with a view overlooking wet concrete and incoming air planes. Purchased a bottle of water, a can of Nestea (sparkling lemon..very refreshing), an apple and a bag of Lay's potato chips..they only had the natural flavour which was somewhat disappointing as I can't bring myself to understand what's so interesting about plain anything..especially plain potato chips. They came up with flavours for a reason Brussels airport people..

So now what...Options are as listed:

- walk around the airport for a bit. Probably should considering I'll be sitting down for the next 15 hours or so...but backpack is too heavy. According to the information board one should calculate at least 8 minutes to get to gates A..no idea if that's where I'm going, but if so that ought to be enough exercise.

- Continue reading “ Shantaram”. It's the book everyone seems to be reading at the moment, which is, like my dad pointed out, a very good reason not to be reading it. Well I am..and I like it. So far I haven't spotted any other copies at Brussels airport..and I don't intend to look for them either.

- I could open the bag of Lay's....but then I won't have anything to look forward to for the rest of the 4 hours I've got left. As much as I like to think I'm a slow eater that tiny little bag is not going to last very long once it's opened.

- Listen to my ipod. Don't feel like it just yet..

- Could go duty free shopping...don't really have the $$ and already too much to carry..and have to purchase half of Sydney duty free for certain boyfriend.

I've finished my Nestea...damn... That means need for toilet in about 2 minutes. Will have to wait, I've got a good spot here.

I'm opening the Lay's...

and logging on to post this …

You gotta love airports. No but seriously it could be a lot worse. I'm not too cold. I'm not too warm. I've got a good spot. I don't need to rush anywhere (except toilet soon).

And I've got a bag of Lay's... natural..but still. Can't have it all.

Private Practice..day 5

Sometimes I think how great it would be to be a doctor... to have the knowledge about what actually goes on inside you..none of this spending hours talking to girlfriends going through" well, I knew this girl and she found out...my mum always tells me....have you tried this new formula...you know, it could be...yeah, I'm seeing this new something something therapist.."
Two minutes ago my forehead started pulsing..why? Is that a sign to step away from the computer ? Or is it just my body on day 5 pointing out that " girl..you ain't well yet.."

I hate that..when you had an OK night, you think to yourself that you'll be all good tomorrow. Tomorrow comes..and nah..still sick.

Being sick is all about different stages..starts off by those small signs telling you that a few days in bed might be heading your way; sore throat, blocked nose, weak body..you hope that it's just one of those one day things, nothing a good nights sleep won't fix.
You wake up the next day realising going to the bathroom is going to be a mission. Cups of tea, stacks of tissues and more than you can handle daytime tv..Dr.Phil might have written a book about practically everything, but he is not going to make your day better.
Then you get to the stage when you're feeling a bit better..you start feeling restless. Being restless and having no energy is not a recommended combination.
This is were the tricky part hits..when you're somewhere in between sick and back to normal. You feel good enough to not be on the couch 24/7 but you can't get yourself to do anything useful..major dilemma. Are you well, but your mind is telling you that one more day of rest wont hurt...or are you really not well and your mind is trying to convince you that you're fit for fight ?

And why on earth does being sick make you so frickin emotional!??

å SaVne

I miss my man.
That's all I have to say tonight.

Oh, and I've listened to Angus & Julia Stone's "Bella" a dozen times..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlQo2m69BT8

The Little Things In Life

the necessity of PASTE

I was meaning to post the lyrics to Green Heaven by RHCP (yes, that's all I lisen to these days..it will change as soon as I discover something new to be excited about) BUT for some reason the paste thing on my blog doesn't work..:( It hasn't for some time now, I have no idea why and it's pissing me off, since I'm too lazy to retype lyrics...

But yeah, check out Green Heaven..released in -84 and sadly not much has changed.

handiCapped..

...due to loss of Internet connection...

As a result mind is working overtime. One would think that would result in a blog entry filled with clever thoughts and observations. Not really. I have limited time online, and transferring mess from head to keyboard takes time..mess needs to be sorted and put in some kind of order understandable to the world living outside my head.

All I want to do is get back to Anthony Kiedis facinating and at times beautifully fucked up life.

Oh and by the way... people should have more sex.

Amen.

That feeling

I get excited easily..about little things and big things.

I go through phases of being very excited about one particular thing...that one book, that one song, that one band, that one movie, that one show..and for a little while that occupies most of my thoughts.. it's my inspiration and makes me feel like I can do anything. These particular things excite me because they make me realise something new about the world, about people in general and myself...or it might just simply be beautiful and move me in some other way..

You know when you suddenly listen to a song you didn't know you were looking for or missing but when it starts playing you get tears in your eyes because you're so excited..that feeling.

Not jumping up and down excited..but like you're clapping your hands really fast in your head excited..For just a little moment you feel like the happiest person, and you feel like you're the only one that discovered what you just did..like you have been told a secret. Of course you are not the first person to be moved by this particular song, book, band, dance ruitine..but the feeling you get...that's yours. That feeling.

Right now I'm reading Scar Tissue...the one about Anthony Kiedes, Red Hot Chili Peppers. I was never really into their music..now I am.

And guess what...I'm very excited about it.