Thursday, June 19, 2008
Euphoria at the end
I'm lyin' in my bed without any thoughts. The biggest problem is to get my newly-bought pendrive out of its package without moving. After some light attempts I realize that it's impossible. A few easy arguments following by some encouraging words and I manage to persuade myself to reach out for the scissors at the end of the bed. Now the previous problem reappears: How to cut the hard plastic without any effort.
Summer is falling softly on me...
Friday, June 13, 2008
Luck
Luck is a bitch.
She hardly makes a fair decision. Like a young girl in his early twenties, a wild innocent coquette. One day she smiles at you, on the other she laughs into your face with her freaky voice, bringing the horror of the Gothic castles. Then she put off you but her eyes are telling a different story. Bright, innocent, inviting eyes, 'Come and catch me'. And you fall in love again, giving her your best moments of your life...
But when she is yours! Then everything is wonderful, you tend to forget that its just a moment and it was HER who allowed it, not you who made some impressions in her.
Please don't be angry about Luck. She's just an innocent girl. She will never grow up and never will feel anything. But she will rush of your help when the building of your weekdays are collapsing. The forms are different; Sometimes it's a friend, sometimes it's a sudden good word and sometimes it's a fail. Just don't count on her.
She hardly makes a fair decision. Like a young girl in his early twenties, a wild innocent coquette. One day she smiles at you, on the other she laughs into your face with her freaky voice, bringing the horror of the Gothic castles. Then she put off you but her eyes are telling a different story. Bright, innocent, inviting eyes, 'Come and catch me'. And you fall in love again, giving her your best moments of your life...
But when she is yours! Then everything is wonderful, you tend to forget that its just a moment and it was HER who allowed it, not you who made some impressions in her.
Please don't be angry about Luck. She's just an innocent girl. She will never grow up and never will feel anything. But she will rush of your help when the building of your weekdays are collapsing. The forms are different; Sometimes it's a friend, sometimes it's a sudden good word and sometimes it's a fail. Just don't count on her.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Balance
Some say life is unfair. I say I don't know.
2 weeks ago many friends of mine rushed to help me although I did not ask for it. But opportunities were just falling into my hands like letters in automn, softly as the early sunshine in March, and I grabbed 'em.
The next week my world fell apart right in front of my eyes. I was unable to do anything, could not concentrate on things and was living in a different world. Even my phone broke. The wake-up call was a failure on an exam. A destructive party with the ones who mean a lot for me, and now everything back to it's original track.
Fresh, Fully determined, Self-confident and positive.
Next week? Come and I kick your ass!
That's the balance.
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