The weather man

wet wet wet is in the town. not the music group with sexy long-hair vocalist, mind you. literally watery wet.
this afternoon at the elevator i met one of my colleagues. she always dress nicely, very much girly. i think she's somewhat a fashionholic. today, she's wearing white sleeveless t-shirt with embroidery on it, a pedal pusher denim trousers and a beautiful strappy sandals. i really wish i wore those sandals. the sun was shining when we did a check on termostat.
19!
she wished she saw at least 24.
i laughed. i don't trust the sunshine anymore, said i. i mean, i'm glad when it is warm and sun shiny, and i always make a good use of it. but i don't expect them to stay longer.
i take a look at my self at the mirror. i was tempted to wear a short skirt but recently i don't pay much attention to the outfit. so, white cross t-shirt, bell bottom pair of jeans and teva's pair. that's it. and choose a jacket according to the mood.
and here i am now, at the end of the day, when suddenly the rain was pouring heavily.

ouw wow. sometimes i am glad that i am more into comfortable things than a glittery look. and this is also the same case with people.

ok, guys. gotta go back to the work. gotta stop blogging for a while. even more when this blog turns to be a weather report rather than a documentation of a college student life.
maybe i should get a life.

So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
…
Listening to ther weather – Bic Runga

Random notes on a rainy day

The cyan swim suit will be taken of off the shelves and have fun. With me of course. And my beer belly. | I have over the winter fling, and the remaining is only a bit of our sweet time. The rest is history. | This morning bread and butter breakfast tasted oh so good, I think they are mean to be for each other. | When I saw the picture of my favorite place on earth, posted on her blog, I was like… wow, amazing! So, what the hell am I doing here, when I have lived in the spotlight of beauty? | The clouds now are chasing each other and marching to the north. What’s in there? If I could just ride on them and see it for my self. | The sky is blue and I know what I want to do. Pampering my self with olive body butter and straciatella yoghurt. One for my tanning arms and one for my light mind. | Meanwhile now, I and my babe are doing the daydreaming. About our summer in Adriatic sea, where we sip our Prosseco, reply those guys who shout “Ciao, bella” with smiles, and capture ourselves in exotic pose. | Ah, I love those big eyes and fairly white skin! | When it was raining outside, I sat up on my bed and popped the question: what’s the best thing to do when it the rain is falling heavily outside? You might answer “running around in the rain.” The answer flashed in my mind, “No, holding you.” But I keep quiet.|

Rainfall spatial variability is often ignored, also is highly locally variable, storm fronts moving over an area - Process Modelling lecture notes

So, have faith that it will pass on, baby :)

Cloudy Sky

In the afternoon I walked alone to the university and feel the breezy drizzling raindrops on my lips. It tasted, plain. My new pair of brown boots surely a waterproof, so I keep on walking anyway. It’s been extremely gloomy since this morning. I try to imagine my favorite Banda purplish sky but I guess it is not wise to compare one place to another. Nothing can replace what I miss, but nothing I can do anyway. In life, so many things come and go, sometimes it’s hard to hold on to some moments. I close my eyes and imagine that someday this will be the thing I miss. Crazy cloudy sky, I feel like an actress playing in a horror movie. I never felt like that before. Most of the time, I naively act as a teenage high school girl in her imaginative world. The girl who is freak, curious, sharp but in the same time very poetic. Sometimes she walks alone and pampers herself with her me-time. Sometimes she is just one of the crowds and satisfies to feel the friend inside her. But most of the time, she’s in love. Cheesy spontaneous love.

I'd catch some stars for you, and just for you
I'd paint the grey sky blue, and just for you
so don't tell me you want the rain, from a cloudy sky
to wash away the pain, that I've given you again
I've always tried to find, what satisfies your mind
but I will never know, where you are to go
but I want you to know, do you want a golden ring
I would buy you anything.

Cloudy Sky – The Cardigans