My door!

A Door Just Opened On A Street
Poem lyrics by Emily Dickinson.

A door just opened on a street--
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,--
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.

haha, being the most strange and quirky person that I am, I stuck this poem outside my hostel room door. =)

Today, I spoke of my ideal life to a friend, as I've had so many times before. I can't believe how simple it is - all I want is to be free enough, free enough to wake up every morning (not too early), read the newspapers leisurely, drinking a cup of coffee. Or be free enough, free enough to reach home by 4:30pm everyday, to read the newspapers leisurely, drinking a cup of coffee.

Talk about being strange. I don't know what it is about coffee and newspapers that I like so much. It's probably a combination of being lazy, coupled with a pseudo intellectual feel.

Oh, for the first time more than half a year, I went swimming yesterday during my lunch break! Now, all I'm dreaming off swimming on a nice sunny day. From now on, I shall try to swim every Wednesday afternoon.