It’s already the last day of the weekend. Time flies. Especially on weekends. Well, it also flies during the week too. My book is already half-way read, and I do not want to rush towards the ending. The excitement is in the happening of the story, the journey of life.

I woke up at 10:30 today. So late. But I couldn’t get up earlier. I’m mad at myself for wasting my morning like that. I’m mad at myself everytime I wake up late; yet do nothing about it. How do you explain that behavior? Stupidity perhaps?

The mexican guys are working on the doors. Refinishing the exterior to protect it from the weather. The paint has a smell that reminds me of Mexico.

Quasi has become a real bitch lately. Nagging all morning, and sometimes with a very cranky pitch. I wonder if bird’s aging process is like human’s. They change personality as they get older. She’s eight years old already. I wouldn’t want to be a bird in my next life. I do not want to be in a cage, nor do I want to be snapped by those bigger birds. I want to be a tree, a lone pine tree, with my roots deep in the ground and my top in the clouds.

Kiếp sau xin chớ làm người
Làm cây thông đứng giữa trời mà reo

What should I be cooking tonight? Such a dilemma that I face everyday …

9 of Pentacles – person who is evolved, self-reliant, comfortable with her life. Lonely in pursuit of goals.