Sweet summer days

Summer (the official natural season not the holidays) started today and it started very well indeed. Last night I met up with two of my oldest friends- Desiree and Andrea- at Birzebbugia. We just walked by the sea, ate chocolate ice-cream, gossiped and giggled and talked, and then finally we went to swing on the swings (I'm sure that there must be some other verb but anyways), which is the perfect thing to do after eating chocolate ice-cream, I'm quite sure lol. Anyways, lovely evening on the whole :). Also a big thanks to Deborah for the lovely gift she gave me earlier on:-D.

This morning I went to the sea with Desiree. I usually always go late in the afternoon at about five or six, either because of work or else because I'm too lazy. So it was nice to have a proper (half) day at the sea. First we went to swim at a really quiet place at Zonqor (in Marsascala). The water was really clear and very cool and there was no one but us so it was pretty much idyllic. At about eleven fifteen, an irrepressible urge for a Maltese ftira with fresh oil oozing out of it started haunting our poor stomachs ;so we had the brilliant idea of walking to San Tumas(another bay in Marsascala). Ever since the legendary hike (ref. earlier posts), I have become courageous in the face of such 'titanic' challenges, so the stroll in the scorching sun would have been pretty perfect had it not been for the green-eyed monster, which reared its head as soon as we started walking by those countless humungous villas which practically touch the sea! Why can't we ever learn to be happy for other people? Finally we arrived at San Tumas, bought our ftira and jumped back into the sea to cool down. We actually swam in the very tiny sandy part of the bay which usually looks like a murky little pond choked with way too much sand and seaweeds than it can handle. In fact, I had never swum there since I was a sand-castle-crazed child. But today the water was simply beautiful- crystal clear and cool and containing not too many homo sapiens- Ah the joys of early summer! After that I went home, showered, ate and collapsed on the bed and tonight just took it really easy.

It was a lovely day- a good antidote for the quiet little lonesome sad mood I had been cultivating of late. I'm not miserable, mind you, but I have been worrying about life and how I have to do something meaningful and all that. I've also been reading my sister's diary again.(I think she doesn't mind). It's the only way we communicate sometimes, and I'm perfectly aware of how similar we are, and of how she seems to anticipate my thoughts and dilemmas- she is older after all (to her dismay). We both have dreamt and still dream of becoming artists/writers of some sort and it's touching to read about that sense of failure and helplessness one feels most of the time. In any case, at least she's tried. All I've been doing is writing utter crap all of these years, or to be honest writing nothing most of the time. I wish I could write. Groan. Desiree and Andrea lectured me about having a positive attitude and about quitting being such a fearful wimp, yet I still think that most probably writing was not a feasible dream. Fullstop.

And Btw, I've listened to Early Winter by Gwen Stefani, which was actually written by Keane's pianist Tim. Oh dear me, I have such a crush on that guy! I haven't had such a crush on someone so unattainable since Batman! But Tim's so perfect he makes me want to weep. Sigh. Dream on hehe. Oh dear this blog has exceeded acceptable readable lengths. Must stop rambling and bid you farewell!

Until next time, enjoy zi sunshine!!! Take care!!!
Lizzy
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