It was suggested that we write something about our thesis... hmmm...
What can I say? Maybe that, to me, writing my thesis is like giving birth to a child- very painful. I heard some people do it on drugs, but I prefer the natural way, lol!
And I'm sure that once my baby is out and screaming I will be the happiest person in the world, I will love my baby best and to me it will be the most wonderful thesis out there.
One thing worries me, that is, that I have so little time...
Creating a masterpiece tends to be time consuming, but I have to rush and dash...
Nonetheless, I have learnt loads! I know now that my style of writing is pompous and that I take it all too personally- such was the case in my first chapter. Therefore, the second one I wrote without any personal involvement whatsoever. I shall have it back this Tuesday- will see how that worked out.
That's it, I can't talk about it any longer, it makes me feel guilty I am not writing...
Ps. In case that is of any interest to you, I am writing about using poetry to develop productive skills. Why such topic? Search me!
Saturday 21 April 2007
Friday 20 April 2007
14.04.07
O.K., I take back my words… Yesterday, I saw another elderly happy couple holding hands. It was not the same one, I am positive.
Clearly it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the place. Living opposite a huge grave yard one is daily reminded that life, indeed, is short and you should enjoy it while it lasts. Be happy, fall in love, eat another cookie, that kind of thing. Could be.
I was blessed with a garden here in Poznan. The flat my friend and I are renting is peculiar, extremely expensive heating makes it extremely cold in winter, something is forever in the need of fixing, our landlords are happy to deprive us of out refrigerator for a weekend, but one huge plus, which makes all the inconveniences disappear, is the garden.
On regular basis invaded by the landlords’ children who tend to be somewhat loud, on days like today, when the lady is visiting her friends and the ‘lord’ enjoys himself in Argentina, the garden is ours. We spent the entire morning sitting in the sunshine and swinging (we are also blessed with a huge swing), reading our assignments- lovely!
Clearly it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the place. Living opposite a huge grave yard one is daily reminded that life, indeed, is short and you should enjoy it while it lasts. Be happy, fall in love, eat another cookie, that kind of thing. Could be.
I was blessed with a garden here in Poznan. The flat my friend and I are renting is peculiar, extremely expensive heating makes it extremely cold in winter, something is forever in the need of fixing, our landlords are happy to deprive us of out refrigerator for a weekend, but one huge plus, which makes all the inconveniences disappear, is the garden.
On regular basis invaded by the landlords’ children who tend to be somewhat loud, on days like today, when the lady is visiting her friends and the ‘lord’ enjoys himself in Argentina, the garden is ours. We spent the entire morning sitting in the sunshine and swinging (we are also blessed with a huge swing), reading our assignments- lovely!
Last week
Gorgeous weather today, too bad it wasn’t like that for Easter, I missed taking my annual sisterly walk.
My sisters and I do it every year after breakfast on Easter. We take a long stroll around the fields and forest that surround my parents’ farm. We walk, we talk, we admire the first signs of spring, we complain about pollution and the occasional rubbish scattered on the ground, and most importantly we burn the extra calories from ‘the breakfast feast.’
This time, the windy and cold weather stood in our way. Pity! Watching telly or surfing the net all day was not nearly as enjoyable…
Today, however, the weather simply begs one to get out and enjoy a walk about.
Today, also, I am in Poznan and too busy with working on my thesis to get out. Nonetheless, I got a taste of the pleasant temperature and sunshine when I went to college.
On my way to the tram stop I walked behind a couple- they were holding hands and chatting, obviously deeply in love, only they were about 70 years old! Why should it be so surprising? Surely, people their age can be in love.
Only I’ve never seen such a couple before in my life.
A nice change, made me smile and dream about a better life…
My sisters and I do it every year after breakfast on Easter. We take a long stroll around the fields and forest that surround my parents’ farm. We walk, we talk, we admire the first signs of spring, we complain about pollution and the occasional rubbish scattered on the ground, and most importantly we burn the extra calories from ‘the breakfast feast.’
This time, the windy and cold weather stood in our way. Pity! Watching telly or surfing the net all day was not nearly as enjoyable…
Today, however, the weather simply begs one to get out and enjoy a walk about.
Today, also, I am in Poznan and too busy with working on my thesis to get out. Nonetheless, I got a taste of the pleasant temperature and sunshine when I went to college.
On my way to the tram stop I walked behind a couple- they were holding hands and chatting, obviously deeply in love, only they were about 70 years old! Why should it be so surprising? Surely, people their age can be in love.
Only I’ve never seen such a couple before in my life.
A nice change, made me smile and dream about a better life…
Wednesday 18 April 2007
Back to Dark Ages
Sorry...
I know I've been rather silent lately, but I'm in Poznan, i.e. I have no Internet again.
I'm also extremely busy...
But I've been writing, will post soon, when I'm home for the weekend.
I know I've been rather silent lately, but I'm in Poznan, i.e. I have no Internet again.
I'm also extremely busy...
But I've been writing, will post soon, when I'm home for the weekend.
Tuesday 10 April 2007
Poznan- here I go again...
Easter over, I am some five kilograms bigger (never too much of a good thing, though, lol!) it is time for me to pack up and return to Poznan. I am not thrilled, but I realise that not much time is left now till summer.
Soon enough I will be in for some serious exams, but will also be able to spend some time with my 'far-off friends', and will travel again. I must confess that I find sitting in one place very difficult.
My idea of happiness is: a calm evening in my room, drinking wine by the candle light and listening to my favourite music. And, yet, spending more that a few months in one place is above me, I cannot do it. I need to go places, and this urge is stronger than me. But, what is even more crazy, having flown over an ocean, being in a new, exotic country I am perfectly content to lock myself in my room and contemplate. No logic, very expensive, another sign of my mental instability, I think :D
Right now it is, of course, time to focus on my studies, but when my friends ask about my plans for the summer I am unable to tell them anything, I don't know where I will be in 3 months - in Poznan, London, New York, Madrid? I don't know! That's the best and the worst part of it all.
O.K. I don't blame you if you didn't understand a thing from this post, I'd love to stay here and explain but I need to pack up and catch a train!
C U!
Soon enough I will be in for some serious exams, but will also be able to spend some time with my 'far-off friends', and will travel again. I must confess that I find sitting in one place very difficult.
My idea of happiness is: a calm evening in my room, drinking wine by the candle light and listening to my favourite music. And, yet, spending more that a few months in one place is above me, I cannot do it. I need to go places, and this urge is stronger than me. But, what is even more crazy, having flown over an ocean, being in a new, exotic country I am perfectly content to lock myself in my room and contemplate. No logic, very expensive, another sign of my mental instability, I think :D
Right now it is, of course, time to focus on my studies, but when my friends ask about my plans for the summer I am unable to tell them anything, I don't know where I will be in 3 months - in Poznan, London, New York, Madrid? I don't know! That's the best and the worst part of it all.
O.K. I don't blame you if you didn't understand a thing from this post, I'd love to stay here and explain but I need to pack up and catch a train!
C U!
Saturday 7 April 2007
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter!!!
Dearest Readers,
I hope you enjoy your holidays in a peaceful atmosphere filled with love and happiness, surrounded by those you love most...
I certainly plan to enjoy myself, no schoolwork and after 40 days of Lent I shall finally have a glass of red wine- gosh I've missed it. But then "I've always enjoyed my drink"- I said so myself one time and my flatmate won't let me forget about it :)
xxx
Dearest Readers,
I hope you enjoy your holidays in a peaceful atmosphere filled with love and happiness, surrounded by those you love most...
I certainly plan to enjoy myself, no schoolwork and after 40 days of Lent I shall finally have a glass of red wine- gosh I've missed it. But then "I've always enjoyed my drink"- I said so myself one time and my flatmate won't let me forget about it :)
xxx
Friday 6 April 2007
Good Friday
Good Morning!
One of the most torturous days in the year has just began. The day when everything enjoyable is strictly forbidden- no TV, no music, 3 meals only. Work and contemplation are to fill our time throughout the day...
It used to be so at least. Nowadays, we seem to stick to the minimum, that is the 3 meals and work. (You can probably tell from the fact that I'm using Internet, the work of devil, right now.) The work being mostly cooking and baking, it's torturous enough I'd say.
All throughout the year I can easily forgo breakfast, often simply forget about it, Ash Wednesday included, this being a regular work day, there is little time to think about food.
Good Friday, however, is the only day in the year when I am able to begin to imagine how a person with a serious eating disorder must feel. Food everywhere and you mustn't touch it, what can be more cruel? Only the fact that my adolescent nieces don't follow the fasting routine and happily munch on whatever they fancy- NOT FAIR!
One of the most torturous days in the year has just began. The day when everything enjoyable is strictly forbidden- no TV, no music, 3 meals only. Work and contemplation are to fill our time throughout the day...
It used to be so at least. Nowadays, we seem to stick to the minimum, that is the 3 meals and work. (You can probably tell from the fact that I'm using Internet, the work of devil, right now.) The work being mostly cooking and baking, it's torturous enough I'd say.
All throughout the year I can easily forgo breakfast, often simply forget about it, Ash Wednesday included, this being a regular work day, there is little time to think about food.
Good Friday, however, is the only day in the year when I am able to begin to imagine how a person with a serious eating disorder must feel. Food everywhere and you mustn't touch it, what can be more cruel? Only the fact that my adolescent nieces don't follow the fasting routine and happily munch on whatever they fancy- NOT FAIR!
Thursday 5 April 2007
Why Communism sucks.
A man around 50 (he happened to mention his age) asked me today at a bus stop, "why do young people these days destroy bus stops?"
And I thought: ‘Why me?!?’ Why do people choose to address such questions to me? (after all there were about 20 other people waiting for the bus).
Of course, I politely answered “Maybe, it’s because they are frustrated…”, “Why should they be frustrated?", he asked. “In my times, under the Communist regime…” and on it went.
Let me just tell you, dear reader, I am sick of the Communist regime!!! Not because I experienced it, but because not a day passes when I do not hear it mentioned!
That’s it for today- I am tired and cranky, as you can probably sense from this note…
And I thought: ‘Why me?!?’ Why do people choose to address such questions to me? (after all there were about 20 other people waiting for the bus).
Of course, I politely answered “Maybe, it’s because they are frustrated…”, “Why should they be frustrated?", he asked. “In my times, under the Communist regime…” and on it went.
Let me just tell you, dear reader, I am sick of the Communist regime!!! Not because I experienced it, but because not a day passes when I do not hear it mentioned!
That’s it for today- I am tired and cranky, as you can probably sense from this note…
Beware!
Easter is coming!
‘You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry
You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why
Easter Bunny’s coming to town…’
I’ve always enjoyed Easter celebrations. I can’t get enough of them!
There is, however, still half a week to go. How shall I manage?
The few days before Easter are the worst! The rush at college, teachers doing their best to exhaust students, parents rushing their children to make their houses clean and shiny. Rush, rush, rush!
My family and college are no different. So the plan is as follows:
Thursday- I shall return home and rush to church, afterwards will be involved in the cleaning/baking process.
Friday- the baking/cooking ordeal, church included.
Saturday- cooking/baking/churching continues.
In the meantime I will have had about a dozen of arguments with my adolescent nieces and with both my sisters and mother, my father will have come up with a dozen of ideas for interrupting the cooking/baking/churching.
Finally, Sunday, but on the topic of this special day I will fill you in when I’m home again.
As for now, I got up at 5am this morning and, not surprisingly, feel dead-tired. I had a very enjoyable walk this afternoon (love the sight of the trees in blossom!). It helped me to recharge my batteries, gave me wings. I also did some serious cleaning and had a nice cup of coffee and a chat with ‘the Grandma’- my landlady- a very amusing person.
‘You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry
You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why
Easter Bunny’s coming to town…’
I’ve always enjoyed Easter celebrations. I can’t get enough of them!
There is, however, still half a week to go. How shall I manage?
The few days before Easter are the worst! The rush at college, teachers doing their best to exhaust students, parents rushing their children to make their houses clean and shiny. Rush, rush, rush!
My family and college are no different. So the plan is as follows:
Thursday- I shall return home and rush to church, afterwards will be involved in the cleaning/baking process.
Friday- the baking/cooking ordeal, church included.
Saturday- cooking/baking/churching continues.
In the meantime I will have had about a dozen of arguments with my adolescent nieces and with both my sisters and mother, my father will have come up with a dozen of ideas for interrupting the cooking/baking/churching.
Finally, Sunday, but on the topic of this special day I will fill you in when I’m home again.
As for now, I got up at 5am this morning and, not surprisingly, feel dead-tired. I had a very enjoyable walk this afternoon (love the sight of the trees in blossom!). It helped me to recharge my batteries, gave me wings. I also did some serious cleaning and had a nice cup of coffee and a chat with ‘the Grandma’- my landlady- a very amusing person.
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