Desert Rose

I put my hand in the stream as the sun reflects off the water surface. It becomes a part of the stream, reflecting light, moving with a strange grace.

I think women are like that, they become a part of their new families, new environments, new cities, naturally and almost effortlessly. They breathe in the new air, new freedoms and customs and live like life had always been the same. I think we bend without losing our shape and let go without losing our self.

January-21-2008

I am going to be 24 in a couple of months. I am madly in love with life. Even when I am tired and sad, I love life. I love each moment in my life, I love the luxury of sitting on my table on this beautiful winter day and writing while sipping juice, everything about this moment seems like decadence.

Book review: The Kite runner

Writing is mediocre at best, the hero a whining coward, difficult to feel any sympathy for him, maybe he wanted it that way? The story, powerful in the least.

Invite only.

So, I decided I want to go invite only. I am not really sure why I did that, except that modifying entries to remain anonymous was getting old. This was supposed to be an online diary and then became something else, I think I want to try and go back to being a dairy.