I have a weekly meeting with my supervisor, Paddy. The other day in our meeting we were discussing how we should proceed in the future and he mentioned “You have been here for 6 months". I was like WHAT 6 MONTHS ALREADY.
It seems time is passing very quickly, for some reason as one grows time passes quicker. I remember when I was smaller, probably 5 or 6 years old time passed much slower. When I would demand something from my father and he would say next month my response would be "Next month is too far away". And to be honest a month was a very long time. I also remember how i wanted to grow up as fast as possible because to me adults enjoy a lot. They were allowed to go any where, sleep whenever they wanted and best of all they were allowed to drive. Now the situation is the opposite. Now I remember my innocent childhood and wish I could somehow go back there.
I wonder why is it that a person is never satisfied in the situation he is in. When in Pakistan I longed for the day when I will be given an Irish visa, now, I day -dream about going back home. May evolution molded us that way; I wonder what advantage we get from it.

Here are three of my latest pictures. The first one is the a bridge across the shanon in the uni. The second one is fountainin of plassey house and the thordl is a light post of the bridge across the shanon