
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
bragalot
Two tours in less than 6 months, album coming up, Mexico, Brazil, Cabo, Spamalot, interviews and whatnot.
When does he gets his rest?
I find it hard to follow everything, since I'm kinda busy myself (working, studying etc),
I sure as hell thank clackers and all the fans for documenting every move.
I think my hard drive is about to explode from all the pics and videos I found on the net. And I know I'm not crazy, it's just that Clay brings such a joy to my life. I find myself cheering to the screen every time he hits that glory note or sais something smart or funny. What I feel when I watch clay talk or sing or whatever, reminds me of something I read just a few days ago, something that clay said. He mentioned that he has a lot of moms. I think he's right on the spot, because when I saw him wearing the "Sir Robin" suit, I felt so proud, as if he was my son, making me happy, with his smile full of bright teeth saying "look ma, it's me". And I'm not even old enough to have clay as a son. He's about my age, and I'm proud of him like the son I never had. Wow. That's a first one for me. Never had that motherly feeling about any grown person before. I'm so proud I want to brag about him.
Every now and then When I think of what I want to wish for clay, I get confused, because all I wish for him I think he already has, so I went a little bit further with my wishes and I thought, maybe it should be the other way around – I wish the world to have a clay, but wait, that has been taken care of as well, so I guess all I wish is for all of this to never end!
Michal
Oh yeah, one more thing:
Ally – I miss ya too…
Yams – thanks for everything
and: fancynails, jnyoyo, Galadriel, loveOMC, way2clay, elizabethgerencser, Starcrossd_Claymate - thank you for all your comments on my previous blog.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Roman was never a friend of mine.
He was just a quiet boy, a little younger than me.
He was the son the our family friends. They migrated from Russia to Israel when roman was just a young child.
I don't think that I even exchanged 2 words with him in my whole life. He was just there. A round faces with with big teeth. Kinda cute, but very very shy.
Roman was 19 when he was earning his money as a kitchen worker at a local wedding hall. He was about to be drafted to the Israeli army.
I don’t know how many full moons i've seen since that awful day.
I came back from work. A few minutes after - his stepfather was banging on our door hysterically. I opened the door with a smile on my face as usual. He came in, very confused and saw may mother, a dear friend of his. He couldn't speak. He just sat on the sofa and said to her with a broken voice - "something bad happened to Roman". I can't remember much after that. I just went outside to the garden and looked at the sky with tears in my eyes. The full moon was looking at me And I cried.
While at work, lifting a heavy rice sack and carrying it to the elevator - Roman fell down to the elevator shaft and broke his neck and died.
19 years old, his mother's only child.
Almost four years had passed, and still - a full moon has only one meaning to me. Nothing to do with romance, but everything to do with Roman.
I remember you.
Michal
Monday, December 3, 2007
So I thought I should show some places on earth where important people live.
This is Ashdod:
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007

Like a candle burning bright
Love is glowing in your eyes
A flame to light our way
That burns brighter everyday
And now we have you
Nobody loves you like we do
Where would we be right now?
Funny how life just falls in place somehow
You've touched our hearts in places
that we never even knew
Cause nobody loves you like we do
(based on: Whitney Houston & Jermaine jackson - Nobody Loves Me Like You Do)

















