na, tegnap végre eljutottam énekórára megint, most legalább foglaltam időpontot jövőhétre is magamnak. Még mindig nem tudom, hogy pontosan mit jelentenek azoka  dolgok, amikre gondolnom kellene éneklés közben, és ez azért zavarba-ejtő, mert időnként sikerül, és nem tudom, hogy micsoda. Illetve, de, olyankor azt hiszem, hogy tudom, de amikor rekonstruálni akarom az érzést, akkor kiderül, hogy rosszat próbálok. Leginkább úgy érzem, a semmit kell szőni, mert az a jó.

Az időjárás, as it is, is relaxing, as I recall, I love this kind of weather. Almost raining, and I can wear coat. No, this isn't so good as I imagined, but, in a sense, I find easier to reach the words in English. Maybe 'cause I spend my reading minutes on the bus and the underground on Hobb's Ship of Magic, and its in English, so... my mind recycles the words, and I just happened to writing my blog when these things wanted to settle... somewhere. Whatever.

Neesledd to say (although I will write it down, of course), I'm not content with everything... all right, almost with anything I'm content. I'm in work now, and I constantly fear that I forgot something crucial to my tasks, and yet I never find anything in my work so important at all. Maybe if I forgot to come, my place may be in danger, but it's only in dreams where I forgot to go to work/school.

I'm not where I craved to be, although I managed to grow up eventually, and it has to be something at least. These things are no too kind for my gentle readers, if it makes any sense now, these are just words sewn together.

It's not sadness. It's just a dream to me, a very long and exhausing dream nevertheless, and I don't know, what will I find after I wake up. This thing called reality is in a definite distance now. Yuu can't follow me thre, I am pretty sure. I am one from those who meant to realize the true meaning of the "everybody is an island" meme. Others have their own crosses, I believe.

So, guarding the pose for another drop of time.