Monday 31 January, 2011
The weather here is slowly changing from dry, bone-chilling cold to warm.
It's good because I wouldn't have to wear a pile of clothes and worry about keeping my feet in slippers and maintaining the heat of the room. I hate the sound of AC in all seasons, because it's loud and I cannot enjoy listening to my music clearly.
It's bad because the spring here is brief, prone to dust storms, followed by an unbearably hot summer. It gets so hot sometimes, you could crack an egg and cook it on the frontyard pavement.
I still see spring as good more than bad especially when I was a kid, because the colors, sounds and the breeze it brought was delightful.
When I was around eleven or twelve years old, we rented an villa in an old compound area. We moved from residence to another numerous times during my childhood, and this was the house I most remembered in details. And if I close my eyes and concentrate enough, I could even remember the coolness of the quiet winter morning and the smell of the newly occupied residence, especially around the wide glass windows leading to the backyard. There was a citric tree outside the window of my bedroom which was at the northern west rear of the house. The backyard was framed sort of like an upsidedown V , both sids of the letter vertically half covered in soil topped with grass, and in the corner of it, there was a rocky artificial waterfall, its tracks extending in a circle dug around the large, and as our maid used to call it, omenious tree ahead of the waterfall in the same corner. I agreed to the omnious aura around that tree because sometimes when it rained, its overgrown branches and twigs would be broken, hanging loose from the bark or scattered around the lawn. The sight was somewhat unpleasant. And if you take a few steps back and gaze at the whole plant from top to bottom, it seems as if it would collapse forward and crush you.
I loved the afternoon breeze there. It was different from all the air outside the compund walls. As soon as the cold melts into early spring, the citrus tree by my bedroom blooms in white colors and refreshing prefumes. And if there was anything more relaxing than sipping green or red tea on the lawn, it was sipping tea with a few petals of citrus flowers dipped in the cup.
I recently downloaded this new software I came across on google, called Writer's Cafe version 2, I haven't used it for anything except creating this blog, but I really liked the tips included in the getting started guide.
I learned some important things like how to develop good guys and villans, and I read a few authors' opinions and thoughts about writing.
My childhood friend has been avoiding me, but I know I'm not the reason, because the last time we talked things seemed fine. Now I'm starting to doubt this has something to do with her family issues. I don't really like either of her sisters because they seem selfish and I'm mad at her mother because she doesnt seem to check on her daughters or care enough. She's coming to my place tomorrow, and it's the first time we will meet since last August. I hope it turns out okay. Goodnight people.
