9 to 5

Life is a chain of events. When you turn 30 and you have a job, these events become routine; at least Mon to Fri from 8h00 to 17h00.

Every morning it’s the same old ritual; alarm clock, shower, breakfast, feeding Aramis the “cat” and catching the tramway. I can take tram 10 of 4 to I.P. Pavlova then I change for the underground’s red line.

But today Mr. 4 is no more and Mr. 10 is taking a new route. I have the slight hunch that this is not the only thing that will be different today. It will take me longer to get to work from now on, but that’s fine with me, I kind of enjoy this alternative course in my everyday.

BTW: I. P. Pavlova is a metro station on line C. It was opened on the 9th May 1974. It was named after Russian physiologist Ivan Petrovich Pavlov.

Tumble outta bed
And I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch
And try to come to life

Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street
The traffic starts jumpin'
The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' byI
t's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it ...
- Dolly Parton -

Incy Wincy Spider

On Sunday we drove 1000Km to get back home and find Incy Wincy Spider in our room. Very nice one I must say.

When I was little I used to sing this song: :)

Incy Wincy Spider

climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain

and washed poor Incy out

Out came the sunshine

and dried up all the rain
So Incy Wincy Spider

climbed up the spout again

Hooked to the silver creen?

The holidays are over and I find myself again face to face with my silver screen.
Quite hard. You know, we should be allowed to some time to acclimatize to the office environment again. I really meant it. What a torture!

Anyway here I am again. Uh, and the short vacation was basically super trouper! Didn’t have time to see you all, sorry for that, but i promise to come back soon.

Half past 9, quarter to ten
10:15, and were coming around again
Hold off, are we going soft?
Flushed my zoloft, and were comin’ around again
Found out, and I almost drowned
Walked back down, and were coming around again

If I could talk Id tell you
If I could smile Id let you know
You are far and away
My most imaginary friend
- The LemonHeads -

Holidays! Celebrate!

This is what the song says, right? And this is exactly what we are up to!

So far, the family, the sun, the pool, nice food, drinks with the friends, more sun and a few shopping (not too much of this) Incredible but true, I’m not much in the mood for impulsive shopping this time, maybe it’s due to the high temperatures?


Que calor!


Today is Maria's Birthday, just 28. Felicidades. And last week another friend, Sylvia joined me in the exclusive 3O's club. Bonne anniversaire!!

Calm & queasy

How to stay calm after all,
20, 30 years locked in the "done" drawer
You can check them any time,
But they will remain the same.
Regrets?
Maybe, just one; it all went too fast.
Wish to go back?
No, not really,
That was then and THIS is now.

Last Friday it was “apero dinatoire” at Mel&Mouss’s place. Lots to drinks + to eat + lost of everything so we ended up singing and dancing ‘till exhaustion. Of course just Mel and I, the rest stayed glued in the terrace.

Saturday it was hard to wake up. Ruxi&Gyuri came to pick us up, destination KVIFF . The festival was nice, but almost impossible to get tickets for the films. A friend of Ruxi got us tickets for “My Brother Is Getting Married“, casually the night before we walk pass Jean-Luc Bidetu, one of the main roles - what a tiny world. The film, if it was trying to say something I didn’t really catch it. But it made me laugh.

Yesterday i went climbing with the boys again. Franta’s path is not a secret anymore. But i still can't do the ceiling; have zero strength. :(

Today i’m going to the movies. “La mome” I will cry for sure, how couldn't I over a woman who was raised in a filthy whorehouse, sung and slept on the street, traveled with the circus, lost her child at 20, went blind for a time, was wrongly accused of murder, struggled with a drug addiction and lost other loved ones by the bucketload in her life, and still got up on stage at the end of her life to sing "Je ne regrette rien" (i don’t regret anything).

As i said before, regrets…what for?

Non, Rien De Rien,

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal

Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal

Non, Rien De Rien,

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

C'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie,

Je Me Fous Du Passe

Avec Mes Souvenirs

J'ai Allume Le Feu

Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,

Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux

Balaye Les Amours

Avec Leurs Tremolos

Balaye Pour Toujours

Je Repars A Zero

Non, Rien De Rien,

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait,

Ni Le MalTout Ca M'est Bien Egal

Non, Rien De Rien,

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies

Aujourd'hui Ca Commence avec Toi

-- Merci Edith --