decision

decided to stop by. well, its more like a matter of circumstances and my English side's deep desire to talk. i rarely had the chance to...wtf am i talking about?! its not true at all.

either way. there are happenings happening. as always, and as for ever. hopefully. even if...when the time comes that there won't be anything happening, a) i dont want to be there. the end is a final stop. and i hate stagnation. b) i truly believe that the kinda end that would make me realize its an end to the life style Im used to wont happen in my time (no ice age or draught of that scope, unless i choose to live in an area where these two - as far as their regional extension can go - exist. otherwise, me thinks the absolute nothingness to happen - Im gonna be dead by then - either because what causes the nothingness kills me too or because it's gonna happen way after i naturally (or unnaturally in an accident, by homi-or suicide) i die.

wow, after such a detailed discussion of the possible but eventually happening death of mine, let's get back to some more lively issues:

and then this is where i give up writing. i could write about the happiness i felt when I got P.S.'s letter, or to see M&B's note among the new emails, or to read Wl's post. or the hope I felt over the reception of that letter the other day. or that fricking hope i felt after he called me following the sutpid meeting we had.