in the past I never thought about writing on the blog - I just wrote, and the words just came. But now that I have stopped and I think about what to write, its so hard. I cant think of anything - its just like when you want to talk to someone - there is nothing absolutely to say

It's been raining since yesterday. In a weird way it makes me homesick, the rain. After all those jokes about the Wetlands. I dont feel like working - I want to go home, hide in my room and read a book, or stare at the sultry sky.


  1. Shake and shake , the ketchup bottle/ nothing will come, then a lot'll : )

  2. ha ha. thats good. as long as it doesnt spill out in public somewhere inappropriate :p