Time just flies, doesn’t it? I suppose being busy is the bestest gift anybody can be given, by some divine power. IÂ have certainly been lucky in this aspect recently. I came back to New Zealand, which is still the nicest country in the world - the more IÂ travel, the more I get reassured so. I am trying to get back into the routine, yoga three times a week, followed by sushi and a half-shot flat white, then lazy weekends, then movie nights more than twice a week - I know I live a life of a Bambi deer, yet IÂ like it. Job hunting (never finding!) is another routine, so I am back to monitoring those websites from the most visited bookmarks. Of course at times I have no reason to get out of the bed in the mornings, yet I always do, which I am somewhat proud of. IÂ am also back to purposeless drives, short coffees with busy friends who cannot share the luxury of being unemployed and endless window shopping.Now you know how IÂ live :)Â Oh well. It is good to back.
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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.Matt Groening
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