a penny for your thoughts
words float around and around till there is no more place in my headArchive for October, 2008
MKEI will you please start BLOGGIN’ at once?!
they fucked it up. i applied. me is no chicken so screw you 
now show me anyone else who would come back home with 5 “kedas” in her bag
MKEI? Can I wear those brown ones to work?
[all my traveler's stories will come sometime later. if they ever will:D ]
“If an ass goes travelling he will not come home a horse” – Thomas Fuller
i guess all it takes to get me back into my traveling mood is jason bourne, of course, and one good, beautiful, cheap traveler’s bag. just like the one i bought today for the festival in germany. i even start regretting not fucking school and going to italy, but – what’s done is done.
now all i need is to get my white 70’s boots from chai, blaire’s hat from “new heaven can wait” (follow the beautiful hat, it will take you to the episode) and i am ready to stop being a mushroom.
looks like all i have done during this week, is one hell of a shopping. i also bought a new perfume. from bodyshop (never approved of those, who found their scents in such places, which everyone knew. now look at me. i am one of them). and even sprayed it all over my pillow to feel it at night – see how much i love it (the one on the right. i bought 4 bottles of different scents, gave two as a present to mum and sister).
stay good, go abroad, take lots of pictures (even if salespeople at the market are about to yell at you) and enjoy. you will never be as young, beautiful, full of ideas as you are now.
mogwai – travel is dangerous
legend: mythical or supernatural being (wordnet)
in the middle of my working day i got a very strange message. at least i thought it to be strange at first sight – smth and smth about aka, germany and 6 o’clock. when it finally occured to me what it all was about… felt a little scared? smth like that, meaning, oh, gosh, i better start from the beginning, huh? so, what i am writing about is my ex-choir. the scary part about it is that i a) haven’t met most of them for about a year; b) left them in pretty angry mood; c) just canceled a sleepover with 3 of them, because it just wasn’t my day, and haven’t yet made it up for them (and not sure if i will. ever); d) well, my relationship with the head of the choir have been … hm. how to better put it, i wonder..
anyway, i called one of the only girls i was sure to be happy to see me and asked if that’s ok if i would come by, couse, hey, that message might be just a mistake! (although they bought a ticket for me to gogospel festival in germany, which will start after five (!) days). i went to the fifth floor, got into the appartment and.. there was nothing. no dejavu, no weird feeling about not-belonging there, absolutely noyhing. just screaming kika, who hugged me right away. i placed myself on the floor in the middle of the room (as i used to do 2 years ago) and listened how she introduced me to the new faces (let me tell you, they were more than those i recognized). “well, she is a legend,” kika said to them. i held my breath and waited for a burst of laughing or smth like that, but there were none. she was damn serious. me, legend… can you believe that?
when i finally decided that i need to say hello to the mis director, i was bloody sure she would, well, if not yell at me for coming then at least yell at me for going away. and again, bad emotions – zero. she opened her mouth and made a sound of joy, hugged me and said: “it feels like we said goodbye only yesterday.”
for all the wrong i have done, they still take me as i am with no anger. i love them. germany will be great.
“captivated birds” by ande.
things. i see them somewhat not like you do
copyright at halex
[without any particular reason surfed through the web and found this - an extract from exampleessays.com] Arriving at the lusciously dense forest at daybreak, you gaze at the fresh dew delicately dangling on the foliage. You stroll through the winding dirt trails towards the steady flowing water while the birds proudly recite their early morning songs. Reaching the free flowing stream you bend down and see your clear reflection in front of the orange-yellow sky. Goosebumps rise along your arms as the streams icy depths run through your fingers. The cleansing water quickly refreshes your face, quickly washing away your anxieties and frustrations of a usual hectic life.
copyright at dorisuke
“Expositions are the timekeepers of progress” – William McKinley
Best exposition I have seen in years – ladies and gentlemen, we have a new and heads-turning artist right here – Darya Semyonova
Not only did she use everything starting from pictures cut out from fashion magazines, posters, thread-lace, shells… She managed to make it look like an entirety. Google her, become acquainted, buy her. So much for going to an art academy to become an artist (as far as I know, Darya majored in logistics).
“I would rather lose a good earring than be caught without make-up.” – Lana Turner
I would rather make one myself. Here you go. Another pair of “<3 U Productions” made by me especially to Miss L who is leaving our building
“We are all crazy, but those that analyze their craziness are called philosophers”
I have always been sad about Guano Apes brake up. Just few weeks ago I learned that Sandra actually made a solo in 2007; well, i got it right away and was a bit disappointed – there was nothing even similar to the music she made with the band. i was disappointed about every song but one. This is now officially my wakeup song. such a funny, crazy, loud, rock’n'roll … volume up and thank me later.
(wordpress.com’s connection to youtube suddenly broke down. just follow the white rabbit. it’s worth it.)
“If it walks like an odd duck and sounds like an odd duck, look for an odd duck.” – Robert Ludlum (The Bourne Ultimatum)
”The fact that my 15 minutes of fame has extended a little longer than 15 minutes is somewhat surprising to me and completely baffling to my wife” – Barack Obama
I promised you Obama but I forgot what I wanted to write about him and Mr. Cain. Anyway, to keep my promise, I give you Obama and his wife. All wrapped up in the shiny industry of fashion.
Both Sarah Palin and Barack Obama inspiring styles at Paris Fashion Week
Michelle Obama and Carrie. Somthin’ fishy going on.
”Why can’t I just eat my waffle?” – Obama
