Friday, November 28, 2008

Of Schneeballschlacht und Schlitten fahren

Snow fell, thick last Sunday night, covering all in sight with a white, fluffy blanket. My nose buried deep in books, I barely noticed it until my friends came knocking on my door, calling for a snowball fight. How could I possibly resist??? ^_^

It was amazing!!! The first time I made and threw snowballs (plus wrestling in the snow!), the first time ever that I sled down the small snowy snopes on a plastic bag (like on a big playground slide! Only much colder on the ass! haha. We also sled down in twos and threes!), first time I made snow angels and tried (but failed) to build a snowman. It was so much fun!!! Even if by the end of the night (almost 3 hours later) my jeans and shoes were wet, I was half-frozen and can't feel my toes, I was still ridiculously happy! :D

On the way back home, when I had the chance (i.e. less risk of getting hit by a snowball) I stood and stared at the surroundings and tried to imprint the image in my mind, the white over everything, rooftops, trees, the hills in the distance, so clean, so breathtakingly beautiful!!

After a hot hot shower (I could barely bring myself to turn off the water and step out) and a warm cup of tea, I settled into bed and mentally declared it the best night since I came out here! I wish I could have captured some of the moments on 'film'.
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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Realising I'm craving coffee more often than I used to. Maybe that comes with being a student again! ha. But hope it doesn't become a dependence... I don't like the idea of being functional only after a cuppa.
Wish I could write much more. Think the 2 doses of caffeine's wearing off... I really should be preparing for my presentation next week right now (and not blogging). But I will (have to!) start tomorrow morning. Ah, that thing I call 'procastination'... hahaha
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Grey

The colour of the winter landscape,

The faint outline of the Alps in the distant horizon, partly obscured by the fog,

The wispy clouds floating along idly to the chilly breeze,

Oh, but look in the foreground!

Splashes of colour!

As if a brooding artist had decided to wave his magical paintbrushes across the dull canvas,

The green of grass, moulting trees of the nearly gone warm autumnal leaves, reddish-brown tiled roofs.

Raindrops sliding off the almost bare branches of the trees.

So calm, tranquil, contrasting my disorganised inner state of mind.

Thoughts swirling around, like water in a whirlpool.
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