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Today was going to be another boring day. The thrill of working in a new exciting project had been left behind like the rushing business men trying to catch the last train. I was in the wagon listening to music looking forward to passing this Friday as quick as possible to enjoy my two-day vacation. At this point I realized that it was quite sad that the only entertaining thing I had in my mind was the will to accelerate time until work ended, so I tried and focused to think in some good memories. Standing in that rocking train amongst silent strangers I closed my eyes and teleported my mind back in time. “Will this be a normal boring day or should I make it one of those days? I was about to open Pandora ’s Box…

I was isolated completely from the surrounding environment. My sunglasses and my untidy hanging hair masqued my giggly expression. My i-Pod whispered me in the ear as suggesting me situations to think of. I could notice the thin bliss of the air conditioner waving my hair and making it tickle my cheeks. This was the prelude, the ritual I needed to boost my right hemisphere of the brain and have a creative, artistic and imaginary day.

In these kind of days some thought may crawl into my mind and cling there like a louse. Sometimes it is really pleasant because I might be thinking of a story or cool scene that I might develop. I have had these kind of days lately and I usually released my dream-creature by writing it in my laptop.

But unfortunately today this soft melody came to my mind, it reminded me of the times when I was on holidays this summer. I recalled this precious moments that might pass imperceptible and seem not very transcendental at that time, but when I look back now they seem to be worth a Lifetime. Why oh why did you Pink Floyd have to make such stupid yet such profound songs?

I remembered my friends, going out with them, with no other worry than having a nice time. No pressure for studies since we were on holidays. The only think we had to work at was managing our time before we had to go back to class again. Time seem to stand idle like a painting, seeming as though we had just finished that course, and then, one day comes when you realize that you have to count your few left weekends before having to buy the books again. No one told you when to run… you missed the stating gun…

These sad and depressing thoughts are following me during all the day like that sticky smell of soy sauce always accompany Japanese food. Fortunately today’s work didn’t require much concentration and I could afford having one of these melancholic days with my stare lost and using the 90% of my brain resources in these bitter memories.

When I thought I had had enough I tried to take them out of my mind and focus more on my work, but it was impossible. As I said I had opened Pandora’s Box and now I couldn’t close it. I decided to give a try to my method of transferring my thoughts to physical terms. So I starting writing this post hoping to ease my pain. Do I feel homesick? No, that cannot be me. I made this to myself so I guess that doesn’t mean that I feel homesick but that I have made myself feel this way, like a Ninja controls his feelings (yeah, this definitely sounds cooler).

When it was lunchtime I joined my friends and for the first time on this day I laughed. This made me remember that there is no point on wasting time thinking about those past moments, it only makes you waste more. Now I have to concentrate on my friends here, because I will only see them for a few more weeks.

The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say…

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