that time, in Wilderswil...

It was a sunny day, and we were supposed to be on our way to Shynnigeplatte Schynige Platte.
Yes, that strange sounding place you can't even pronounce properly, at best spell with confidence.
We have not heard of it before, only that day we met with Yoshi in Gruyeres.

That day was yesterday, up in the Gruyeres after an encounter with aliens and H.R. Giger (bless his weird, creepy yet vastly imaginative soul).

I was with the best travel partners ever, and having travelled from Basel, past Bern and into Interlaken,
we arrive at Wilderswil. The signage at the train station informed us that Schynige Platte (don't you just love saying it?) will not be open until late May (of course Yoshi heard a pequeno mouthful from me, that coffee-trading traitor!), so we were there three weeks early.
The best thing about the Swiss Alps, and the Swiss travel system and traveling with an open plan and mind is that everything is wing-able. Change of plans, right then and there.

We decided to go to Grindewald, and upon seeing how touristy it is to our liking I thought I'll just cancel our plans to head to 'First', as we are not even appropriately clothed for snow.

That turned out to be the best idea ever, as we decided to move on and go to Murren instead.

And Murren is just love.

Now Wilderswil is a special place for me because of a funny observation: the inn that we had coffee in, before ascent to Grindewald is ran by Koreans. So seeing how these 'other' people are thriving in Wilderswil, of all places, inspired me to aspire for a life I would want to have, in a any place I can go to.

I can open my inn and coffee shop anywhere that I intend to, even in Wilderswil. Because when there's a (wil), ders a (wil). And a way, perhaps.

CPR and... not really

I did a dumb thing just now.
I tried resuscitating a text a wrote for a class in Amsterdam.
I got a 9.0 for that paper, and reading it now I was all 'holy shit, where'd I get all these? what was I smoking that time?" and "why do most of my papers written in Europe sound more profound and well thought-of?"
I tried looking for a soft copy of this paper, and well-- all my other papers, and reality sunk in.
Of course the thumb drive I used for that got corrupted during finals week in Bilbao.
Fuck.

I tried retyping them, and I don't know if it's just plain laziness or all of a sudden I just felt gloomier.

Is it really over for me? Am I just reliving past energies, and all those promises of what could have been?

I need to get better. Stat.

all day, everyday

I wake up, make breakfast, keep my son entertained, shop for lunch, prepare lunch, serve it, clean up, eat lunch, bathe my son, put him to sleep, work, prepare grilled sandwiches, walk the little boy, prepare dinner, serve it, clean up, eat, clean up, toddler basketball/painting/blocks building, shower for bedtime, read books, brush toddler teeth, send him to sleep which will take some time, work, surf the internets, sleep.

easy peasy. best part? i know of people who get paid to "actually" work who think this is the life.

fut you.

Because I speak better in the written word

I love this poem mainly because it reflects how I feel sometimes. Most of the time.
When everything seems so major, and I can't help but wonder why my problems, my issues, cannot be as major. It will always come secondary. I am not even sure how I should feel about it-- it's that secondary.

Sometimes I think this is better. Less drama, this downplaying myself.

But I don't know. I exist too.

The Day the Saucers Came
by Neil Gaiman

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.