I am lucky. but oh well, listen to this song...There is so much beauty and love in this world. This summer ain't too bad after all.

Sweet Child O' Mine
by Guns N' Roses

he'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 his face
he takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too longI'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine
he'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
His hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rainTo 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

Doldrums

Am not so primed for the bar. let's see, i'm trying though. But these next few months, they won't be such happy months, i'll just be studying always. Praying to God to rescue me from myself. Hehe...This weekend is my last weekend of sanity. Will be away. Travel takes you away from yourself sometimes even when you come back to yourself because you have to, but I can't wander too far off, my mind is worrying about the Bar. I'm glad though things are more or less in order in the other realms of my life. ok not now, won't discuss it.

This will be my last post for the longest time. Sigh.. (i have to start reading seriously already..)

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced,
but theyOut-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.