I'm ridiculous.

I always wanted to think of myself as being able to become a spy. Be it James Bond or Totally Spies style, I never really cared, I've just always been (mistakenly) convinced I have what it takes to be one. Well, today proved me wrong. 

Not only did I go into my house without having reminded myself of the password to the alarm system first, but I also kept entering the wrong code even when the alarm went off and started getting louder and louder. Finally, roughly after 10 minutes, a brilliant thought came to my head. Since the alarm system had not switched off after I entered the password I was convinced was correct, I must have thought of an incorrect one. Oh, clever me. 

And this is a point at which I started panicking because of the fact that everyone in the vicinity of where I live probably thought someone was trying to rob my house (funnily enough, noone really tried to come and find out what was happening). And I just stood there with my front door half open and decided to wait for the security to come. The only thing I thought of at that moment was that I'm awful for not having taken the time to write the number of the security team so as to call them and tell them it had all been a terrible mistake and that I'd forgotten my password and I'm so so so sorry. 

Which is exactly when something dawned on me: I need internet! And so I ran upstairs to get my laptop and find the security company's number (leaving the front door open. I'm hopeless...). I went downstairs again. And that is when a series of unfortunate events happened:

My phone turned off and did not seem to be willing to cooperate with me (I could not turn it back on!)

I brilliantly thought of another phone that I have, that is the land line. But when I tried dialing the security company various numbers it didn't work and kept cutting me off!

I finally managed to get in touch with the company I found on the internet and, after I said what'd happened, I heard 'Are you sure you've called the right security company?' on the other side of the phone line.

With my phone not working, front doors open and the alarm giving out the highest pitched and loudest noise I've ever heard I managed to look at the label of the security company on my alarm system and found out the right name of the company I was supposed to call. 

I never got a chance to speak to them on the phone though, because by that time they had already  come to my house looking all intimidating and shit. I told them what happened and said something like 'I'm awfully sorry for bothering you'. 

And that is when it got funny. They seemed to have gone, which is why I decided it's high time I drank some beer and had a cigarette. My dog was still uneasy and kept barking, so when they came back knocking on my doors to ask whether I was sure everything was okay, I decided to firstly let him into another room. I didn't want to be interrupted in my second attempt to convince the security team I was alright. I think I also thought (for some reason or another) they would be scared (my dog''s a yorkshire terrier). Oh, logic. I started talking to the guy who came up to my doors... which is exactly when my dog decided to get agressive and started banging on the doors inside of my house. 

'Yes sir' BANG BANG 'I'm perfectly well' BANG BANG 'I just forgot my password' BANG BANG 'I'm really sorry'. I smiled apologetically not being able to think of anything else but of that one scene from the Shining. I half expected my dog to turn out to be a maniac I had previously closed in my room. And I know the security guy thought of the same thing.

But everything's alright now. BANG BANG I'm drinking my beer and giggling to myself (not sure if it's because of the absurdity of the situation or because of the beer). BANG BANG Everything's fine. BANG BANG No, seriously BANG BANG I'm fineeejynhfbn ....,mjht

We'll see how it goes.

Parley!

Dearly Beloved, we be gathered here today... to nail yer gizzard to the mast, yer poxy cur! Blast all to carcasses, men! Forward clear to the powder magazine!
And hear me out, old salts!
Buried in the island of the dead that which cannot be found except by those who already knows where it is. Find it, we did. And there be the chest... and inside, be the gold. We took them all! Spent 'em, traded 'em and fritted 'em away, for drink and food and pleasurable company. But the more we gave them away, the more we came to realize. The drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, nor the company in the world would harm or slake our lust. We are cursed men. Compelled by greed, we were. But now, we are consumed by it.
There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Better were the days when mastery of seas came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures... but from the sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back alone. You all know this to be true!
To starboard stations! All hands to stations! The captain of the ship *is* givin' orders.
Me holds are burstin' with swag.
Strike your colors, ya bloomin' cockroaches. 
I want 50 per cent of ye plunder.

I released my inner pirate today and he asked me whether I can weigh anchor all hands and prepare to make sail with him or not. I could not possibly say anything else than: I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means "no". I'll probably regret it. But then again, my ship, makes me captain. And the captain of the ship *is* givin' orders.
Here there be monsters.

We'll see how it goes. 

Remarkable movies #1: Cloud Atlas

I went to the cinema today. To be honest, I had not done that for at least two months before tonight. That fact, plus me really needing to relax after having gone through a couple of rather tough days, made me feel all excited about seeing the Cloud Atlas even at the point when commercials did not cease to appear one after another for 25 minutes before the movie. I think I forgot what a pleasure it is to just go and enjoy staring at an enormous screen with tons of other people anticipating the same thing as you are, that is being literally dragged into a whole new world with amazingly crafted characters and complex plot twists. Fortunately, some movie makers are able to do that, with others failing miserably. And I feel obliged to say that the movie makers of the Cloud Atlas, despite putting a couple of awkward scenes into the movie, did a really good job.

Synopsis

I'm currently listening to the soundtrack of the movie and am having difficulties trying to stop thinking of the experience of having seen it today. Not only is its soundtrack utterly beautiful when taken out of the context of the whole movie and listened without having seen it, but it also perfectly harmonises with what the movie has to say and how it's been presented.

What is more, I am still amazed at how well the cast was chosen. For the whole plot was rather complex, involving one actor or actress playing different characters living in completely different environments and time and representing subsequent incarnations of the same 'soul'. I assume it was known from the start that it would take really skilled professionals to do it in a way that would guarantee the success of the movie, and Tom Hanks, Keith David, Susan Sarandon and Hugh Grant did it extraordinarily well (haha I was highly impressed with Hank's ability to fake Manchester accent, that was the pure awesomeness part in the movie!).

On the other hand though, it seemed to last for a little too long and the plot was straddled at certain moments. What I mean by stating the latter is that it did not stick to telling the story that I thought was meant to be said and that is the story ultimately trying to convey a message of repeatability of both our good and bad actions, of The Truth, the unfairness of the world around us, of acts of kindness and their effect on who we become later on in life and even after that and of masses of people blindly believing in something that is not real until there comes one person who changes it all. I felt as if some of the scenes in the movie were unnecessarily put there, as they didn't have anything to do with none of the above, but, all in all, I really enjoyed watching it.

Oh, and they did not fuck up the story of a love affair between two of the main characters. Which, as a side note, is so easily done these days. 

I hope you're having a lovely evening x

We'll see how it goes.

Labels!

I have to admit I was never really good at distinguishing companies making the products I tend to buy on a regular basis. And I'm not only taking food or clothing industry into consideration, for it also involves me not being able to discuss anything about jewellery, toys or furniture.
It does not look like such a big deal when one considers it at first glance. But then again, it definitely started to matter for me.
Mainly because when I think of it in a deeper manner, it really is one of the major parts of our life. And if so, why not trying to learn as much, as humanly possible about it?
Therefore, I've decided to tell you about two of my favourite shops ever! One of them has only been found by a friend of mine today, but notwithstanding of that fact is really amazing!

First things first: Coffee heaven!

I've only found out today that they are doing a special edition of coffee that's all about winter! The one I had today is called Toffee nuts, whereas my all time favourite surely is the turtle coffee. I think the latter one consists of vanilla and honey, although I cannot be too sure, since the only thing I found on the internet was the number of calories it consists of. And that's something that I don't find interesting at all.

 Duka!
I've found that shop today with a friend of mine, whose Swedish teacher recommended her to visit the shop. We went to our local shopping mall and discovered the awesomeness of that company! The fact is that they basically aim at producing 'a wide assorment for the Kitchen and Dining area' (Source). But man do they do amazing wines! Haha I swear, they are alcohol free and may be heated to obtain mulled wine. Yummy!


Coming back to the first couple of statements I made today though, I think I just tend to perceive the world around me through manifold generalisations, although I claim to despise the term itself. And I am aware I sort of automatically assume that if someone knows something about the products they are buying, if they are actually assigning value to them, then they must be the so-called hipsters desperately caring for material things, which, after all, are not that important.
And for someone like me, who's (as an example) really fond of buying things in second-hand shops, it sort of comes naturally: people who care for clothes and their appearance are self-obsessed and arrogant, people who care for what they buy are all of that too and more.
I definitely need to change that, for the whole thing is sheer nonsense!
One would think it would take me less time to figure that out...
 
We'll see how it goes
xx

By the way, I think the shopping mall I mentioned looks really amazing with all of the christmassy decorations! Even if it's a little bit early for that :)

Not enough time!

BOOM

I really think it's started getting late earlier. Someone's messing up with the concept of time as we knew it here, I'll tell you that much.
I need more of it so as to get everything done!

Hope you're having a lovely evening xx

We'll see how it goes

A*mazing

I've been really busy today getting manifold things done, so I didn't really have time to come up with anything to write about today.
Which is why I decided to do the simpliest thing possible and went on BBC News website. What a storehouse of information!
One thing in particular caught my attention. The shock of the (male) nude.
Simply flicking through the article made me realise what my new favourite quote on life is.

"We are not used to seeing a penis - I think that is the main problem for people” Erich Kocina

I mean man, that's deep. Metaphorically deeper than I would ever expect BBC News to be. 
I'll leave you with that thought and go to bed. After all, it is late.

As a side note, did you know that A*mazing was an Australian children's television game show that aired between 1994 and 1998 on the Seven Network?
Me neither!

We'll see how it goes. 

 

I never thought I could possibly get so cheesy

But then again, is there really something wrong with it?

Okay, here's the thing.
I have a file that I've been keeping on my desktop for the past two years and never opened it once. That is, until now. There's nothing special about this evening, I'm not in any particular mood, no sentimental thoughts are appearing in my mind. I just thought it would be rather nice to listen to something else than youtube related videos for a while. Something that will not emotionally challenge me because it's new. Something I know and can relate to.
Obviously enough, whenever you do anything like that, it's inevitable you will start thinking of your past and how it influenced who you are today. It happens one way or another, there is no doubt about that. And I feel I need to share what I've managed to come up with when doing that.
There is nothing original about what I'm about to write. But a couple of things dawned on me today and there is nothing I can possibly think of than putting them in words.

Whenever you think of your past, don't solely focus on it. Think of it in regard to the present. And if you can see the way in which you've changed, if you can clearly see the distinction between your past and present self, you know you've lived a good life so far. It's not the amount of mistakes or regrets you've got on your account that matters: it's what all of them did to you.
The thing is though that we all change. And it's not our direct influence on life that creates that phenomenon. It's just the way it is. You're a child, growing up, learning about new things in school, getting your driving license, going on parties, encountering different people and participating in events that you feel have a life-transforming effect on you. As I said, that's just the way it is. And in many cases this is not our direct influence that causes all of the aforementioned. You're a child and learning about new things because your parents want you to be a good person who can flawlessly function in a society. You're growing up because everyone gets older every single second. You're getting your driving license because it's something that you'll most likely need in the future and, apart from that, everybody's doing that. You're encountering different people, but because of a sheer coincidence. It becomes a case of being in the right place in the right time. Or, as we often tend to think, in the wrong place and in the wrong time. You participate in manifold events, concerts, conferences, parties etc. because somebody you know suggested doing that.
And, throughout time, you become passive. You're doing things that are interesting and incredible, fine. But you're doing them in the spirit of taking advantage of what life's throwing at you. You are changing, but you're doing it passively.
Life's full of choices.
And I think I know what I'm doing when I say: choose even before life gives you the chance to.
Create your choices. Do the things you love and be active in finding new ways of doing them. I'm convinced one can be happy only if they find their way by themselves, if they do more than is expected. If they make conscious effort to learn and live their way, not somebody else's. And, to be honest, it doesn't matter whether the thing you set your mind to turns out to be good or bad for you in the end: it's the sole fact you tried that makes you feel good about yourself.
And even if that something turns out not to be the thing you want to keep yourself occupied with anymore, you can then look back at what you've done and say: that's made me the person I am now. And I've done it all by myself. Not because I had the opportunity to, but because I'd made the effort and thought of it even before anyone else did it for me in the first place. I've become somebody new and now I'm off to something else. Something better. Something I'll create for myself in a way that noone else will. Because I'm me.

We'll see how it goes.


Lots of unnecessary cheesiness, being patronising and shit tonight, accept my apologies. Enrique Inglesias, Aura Dione and IRA are all in my head.

An epiphany!

I finally know what I'm doing!


I've managed to come up with a plan. A flawless plan, to be exact.
And although I know carrying it all out entirely will not be possible, I am still excited about the things I will have to do to do my best.
I can see myself achieving what I want to achieve.
And I've got all the things I need.

I just need some time.
Which means I'll probably update my blog somewhen later.

For now though, I'm off to bed. Need all the sleep I can get before waking up tomorrow and living the dream!

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

We'll see how it goes.

Inspiration!

The last blog that I had was supposed to discuss the idea of inspiration. Getting it (from somewhere/someone/something), basically taking the advantage out of its purest form in each and every situation one may encounter and, finally, processing it into something useful for the future. I'd given it a lot of thought before I finally decided to start writing the blog, but I never suspected that it might prove to be so hard. Do you know why? Because I think I do.

Inspiration always presents itself differently, depending on the person who's experiencing it.

That's only my opinion. I do not intend to frown upon all of the websites which write articles about how inspirational people work, how beautiful the world around us is and how much happiness we should derive from it as we move on from holding tightly to the formerly acquired by us: fears, regrets and resentment. I tend to think about all of the above as a massive and rather perfidious phenomenon of generalisation, despite the websites themselves occasionally getting pretty interesting too. To be completely honest though, I feel as if what I've written so far may prove to work very well as the websites' precise summary.

People have always strove to find inspiration and fought against any possible forms of destroying it by giving in to living their everyday lives that do not necessarily fall into the category: things filled with excitement, love, compassion.

However because it sometimes gets hard not to resist the temptation to live such a life, people from imsoinspirationallookatmemove.com have come up with one more thing: enjoy the smallest things in life. Look at the trees, the bees, the whales, the snails and experience the deepest form of joy of the world! As amazing as it sounds though, I sometimes wonder... isn't that lowering standards?

Since we're so keen on succumbing to the mundanities of everyday life, how can anyone expect us to be eager enough to follow our ambitions, accomplish goals when being perfectly happy and satisfied with life's simple pleasures?

Taking it to the other extreme though, I'm sure we would not be able to reach any possible state of happiness when feeling unsatisfied all the time.

Is that a choice between ambition and happiness then?

I really hope it's not.

We'll see how it goes.

Frank, Masala Chai and hand gestures!

I've always seemed to automatically start trusting people who use a lot of hand gestures. Needless to say, it does not happen that often. I've never really been quite able to say why I do that, but I always perceived them as more reliable and confident than people solely focusing on verbal communication. Maybe it's because of the fact that many people are keen on saying stupid things and I need something to draw my attention from that. It doesn't matter that much now though.
I thought of mentioning that because of something I experienced when being on the bus and coming back home from school today. I do not normally look at people in public places in a scrutinising way, not do I usually feel the need to. Today was different though. I tried to focus my attention on the economic notes I had prepared for myself to read to while away the time I had to spend on the bus, but instead found myself utterly captivated by the hand gestures done by three girls sitting in front of me. I must have looked really weird, but I did not realise that at the time. The only thing I could think of doing was staring at their hands as they were speaking about, to be honest, pretty mundane things.
And then it dawned on me. The we're all going to die way. The somebody ate my chocolate bar, it must've been my sister way. Just all at once.  We all use hand gestures. And that's incredible! Notwithstanding of the obviousness of those facts, I sometimes find myself in a situation when I actually realise and start seeing them.And that was that kind of a moment.

So now I'm sort of contemplating that fact, while drinking Masala Chai and trying to get rid of the metaphorical darkness interfering with my spirituality (by the way, happy Diwali to everyone!)
I'm also listening to Hagelin, Presley and Sinatra and thinking to myself that it's going to be a pretty legendary end of the year.

We'll see how it goes

This is East West Rockers, one more time, yes!

I happen to have done a translation for the song I'm really fond of!
And because I've sort of got too much work to do today, I'll post that.
Have fun listening to it, and if you wanna give Polish language a try, don't hesitate to contact me if you need any help! x
Oh, and I do apologise for any awkward phrases, I had some doubts on a couple of them :)

We'll see how it goes.

WOOHOOOOOO 

To jest dla wszystkich pięknych kobiet

This one is for all beautiful women
Mała niedługo będę przy tobie

Babe, I'll be next to you soon
Tak jest

Yes
to jest East West Rockers, jeszcze raz, tak.

This is East West Rockers, one more time, yes

Kochanie będę na pewno

Honey, I'll be there for sure
wracam do ciebie, wracam dziś

I'm coming back to you, I'm coming back today
kiedy nie ma cię ze mną

When you're not with me
w twojej głowie czarne myśli

black thoughts in your head (as in negative thoughts ;))
mówiłem na wieczność

I said that's for eternity
w twoich oczach widzę szczęścia łzy

I see tears of happiness in your eyes
nic więcej nie trzeba mi

There's nothing else I need
ooo niee

oooooh noo haha

Mała ,

Baby
ty nie płacz już proszę

Please don't cry anymore
będę w domu uwierz w to

I'll be home, believe it
przecież wiesz zawsze będziesz mojego życia częścią

You know that you'll always be a part of my life
przebyłem drogi szmat by być z tobą - to sedno

I travelled a long way to be with you – that's what matters
całego mego świata nie wiem nic lecz to jedno , że

I don't know much about the world, but one thing is sure
teraz marzenia spełnią się

Dreams will come true now
bo przez cały czas tak bardzo chciałem dotknąć cię bo

Because I've been wanting to touch you very badly for the whole time
odległość nic tu nie zmienia

Distance does not change it
inne dziewczyny nie mają znaczenia, nie.

Other girls do not matter, no

Otaczają mnie kobiety , zwykle wpadasz w szał

I'm surrounded with women, normally you're furious
to są przecież moje fanki ,wiesz że wiele ich mam

But they are my fans, you know I've got plenty of them

nic nie zrobię z tym , taki zawód mam, wiesz , że dużo gram

I cannot do anything about it, that's my profession, you know I play a lot
po prostu zaufaj mi

Just trust me
tyle trasy i koncertów nauczyło mnie , że

All of the tours and concerts have taught me that
prawdziwa miłość jest jedna i jest jak lek

True love is one and is like medication (ah, not really correct in English, is it? :()
dziś rozumiem to i odliczam dni by obok ciebie być

I understand that today and I count the days to be next to you
po protu zaufaj mi.

Just trust me

Kochanie będę na pewno

Honey, I'll be there for sure
wracam do ciebie, wracam dziś

I'm coming back to you, I'm coming back today
kiedy nie ma cię ze mną

When you're not with me
w twojej głowie czarne myśli

black thoughts in your head (as in negative thoughts ;))
mówiłem na wieczność

I said that's for eternity
w twoich oczach widzę szczęścia łzy

I see tears of happiness in your eyes
nic więcej nie trzeba mi

There's nothing else I need
ooo niee

oooooh noo haha

Ja ja ja wiem to na pewno

I I I know that for sure
gdy jesteś przy mnie nie przeraża mnie już ciemność

When you're with me the darkness does not scare me anymore
bo światłem dla mnie znowu stała się ta jedność

Because this unity has become my source of light
to jest ten znak na który czekałem , na tą pewność , że

This is the sign I've been waiting for, for the certainty that
przetrwamy każdą burzę i deszcz

We'll live through every storm and rain
że uda nam się wspólnie witać każdy zmierzch

That we'll be able to welcome every twilight together
że mogę dać ci wszystko czego tylko chcesz

That I can give you everything you want
choć to nie łatwe , zawsze wracam wiesz

Although it's not easy, I always come back

Chodź tak daleko , ja wciąż z tobą jestem

Although so far, I'm still with you
ty musisz być silna

You have to be strong
ta miłość jest błogosławieństwem

This love is a blessing
więc trzymaj się mocno

So hold on tight
ja zaraz tam będę

I'll be right there
tam gdzie mój dom

Where my home is
tam gdzie mój spokój

Where my peace is
tam gdzie jest moje szczęście.

Where my hapiness is

Kochanie będę na pewno

Honey, I'll be there for sure
wracam do ciebie, wracam dziś

I'm coming back to you, I'm coming back today
kiedy nie ma cię ze mną

When you're not with me
w twojej głowie czarne myśli

black thoughts in your head (as in negative thoughts ;))
mówiłem na wieczność

I said that's for eternity
w twoich oczach widzę szczęścia łzy

I see tears of happiness in your eyes
nic więcej nie trzeba mi

There's nothing else I need
ooo niee

oooooh noo haha

Kochanie będę na pewno

Honey, I'll be there for sure
wracam do ciebie, wracam dziś

I'm coming back to you, I'm coming back today
kiedy nie ma cię ze mną

When you're not with me
w twojej głowie czarne myśli

black thoughts in your head (as in negative thoughts ;))
mówiłem na wieczność

I said that's for eternity
w twoich oczach widzę szczęścia łzy

I see tears of happiness in your eyes
nic więcej nie trzeba mi

There's nothing else I need
ooo niee

oooooh noo haha

Remarkable books #2 Discipline by Paco Ahlgren

I have to confess I've only read the Polish version of the book and believe that its cover is better than the original one's ;)
Not to judge the same book by its cover though, mainly because that'd be simply ridiculous, I have to say that it probably is one of the best books I have ever had the pleasure to read.
The plot is incredible and filled with tao and economics references, which, all in all, go amazingly well together. What I found utterly mindblowing is that the book widens its scope of interest from describing one person's life to global importance issues.
I was enchanted and could not think of putting the book down when I finished it, which is why I come back to rereading it quite often - additionally always finding something new and gripping in it too.

We'll see how it goes.

This is how a heart breaks

So, here's the deal.

I met a child on the bus yesterday and could not resist from making eye contact, for the child looked like a Korean donut.

'I'm going to feed you, will you come with me?'
'No' there came a response
 
Oh, okay.

Stories!

I remember having been very keen on writing short stories back when I was still crawling on all fours when it comes to speaking English, and was trying to make myself feel better by writing.
I've recently had a chance to go through them again and chose one to post here! Hope you enjoy it x

We'll see how it goes.

'It was six o'clock in the morning when the phone rang. I woke up anxiously and checked whether my flatmates were still sleeping or not. They were. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was switching off the alarm clock in my mobile and was going to prepare for lessons I heard some unidentified noises. I found it really strange because my dormitory had always been very quiet. I slunk of my room and went through a corridor, which was, and still is, very luxurious, but old-fashioned. Before I was admitted to this school , I had always known that this one is school from my dreams. I was just a little girl when my mother showed me a web site and since then I have been dreaming about applying here. And I did. I had friends, great boyfriend and quite good grades. Everything was going according to plan. 'Guess I'm pretty lucky, aren't I?' I thought and smiled to myself. Yes, that was definitely a pleasant morning. I was in very good mood. Two minutes later I reached an aged staircase which was closed since... well, nobody really knew why and when it had been closed but nobody cared. We were so focus on learning and on ourselves... Now I know it was a mistake. But who would know? I heard the noises more clearly. I started climbing up the stairs and it was getting colder and colder. 'I should have taken a cardigan with me' I thought but I wasn't going to stop. I felt excitement although I knew there was something strange about this place. I looked out of the window. It was dawning. Suddenly I saw a big, ancient, wooden door at the top of the staircase. I started to hurry because I thought I was going to freeze there. As I arrived I noticed an old piece of paper ,attached to the wall, which was an article from our school newspaper called 'The voice of the independent'

***

17^th November, 1879

A shocking death of young artist!

Yesterday (16^th of November) a terrifying event happened in our school. A teenager named Kevin McKinley, aged 17, committed a suicide. He made a dash from the window at the tower which is believed to be his private atelier. The circumstances aren't perfectly clear but it is sure that the boy hadn't been liked. He was a target of ridicule and cruel jokes probably because of his unfulfilled dream of becoming an artist.

'He was always acting like an invisible. We were trying to communicate with him or just talk, but he was just a really secretive and mysterious man.' His classmates tell. 'Especially after his exhibition which turned out to be a complete disaster. Since then he totally broke down. He was just painting and painting in his room and in this cursed tower until... yesterday. No one ever saw his pictures.'

Teachers are showing the same bewilderment as students. 'He had always been a bit bizarre, but I would have never thought about him as a person who is able to do something like this.' Says maths teacher Mrs. Carter.

The funeral will take place in the period of two weeks. The concrete day is not established yet. We are hoping everybody will come and say the last goodbye to Kevin.

***

I was so startled, that I almost forgot to breathe. I had really shallow breath. I tried to sober and I still wanted to see what's behind the door. I grabbed a handle and pushed it. As soon as I walked in, I knew something was wrong. Something with this place. It was so…death. The smell of mould and dampness was in the air. Obviously no one had been there for a really long time. An eye-catching thing was a row of paintings hanging straight on the wall. I almost fainted when I realised what it depicted - sleeping faces of my friends! All of them seemed calm and quiet. It went without saying that it was painted very precisely, with such care for details. All of them were masterpieces of art. My surprise was getting mixed up with fear and real admiration. Suddenly I saw one creation which was different than the others. It was a picture of my closest friend, Margaret. Her eyes were open and bent on me. It seemed to be so lively. For the first time since I came there I felt a crippling shiver of terror. Margaret was dead. She died one year sooner. Her eyesight was so sad and in the same time fearfully beady. All at once I saw a painting with MY face on it. The face's eyes started opening...

I wasn't in the room any more. Actually I was seeing it, but I wasn't there. I looked at myself on the other side of the chamber. It was really strange. And I saw a tall, thin man standing right behind my shaking with fear form too...'



Oh, and by the way, I was obviously joking. I was never bad at speaking English. Well, at least not with people who don't know a single word of it. Fun times!

Einmal um die Welt

I sometimes wonder how it's possible to have been learning a given language for 7 years and end up solely knowing how to introduce myself.
I seriously haven't got the slightest idea, but at least I have a chance to observe the phenomenon in real life, for German language was never something I ever thought I was capable of acquiring. Oh, well.
I'm sure I will learn the lyrics to that song though! It's utterly incredible!

Einmal um die Welt!
I’ve got the jackpot on board; via London from here; directly to New York!

We'll see how it goes.

Hope you're all having an amazing evening x

Questions and answers!

Biffy Clyro

It's raining outside, but I'm feeling good. Everything goes my way.
The end is not near, but I definitely am doing things my way.
I can feel the love tonight, am stil standing and am certainly not worried. 
All in all though, I'm basically saying amen to the smoke of tabacco and consider everything to be wonderful! After all, today for you, tomorrow for me.

Or maybe I'm simply making too many song references instead of focusing on what I want to write about? That's probably it.

I've recently signed up for a newsletter from Marc and Angel life and have been receiving e-mails with their articles on life on a daily basis. They are mostly incredible, although occasionally weary. Today's post was '40 Questions Everyone is Afraid to Ask' and I've decided to answer the first and the last question.

1.If today was the last day of your life, would you want to do what you are about to do today?

To be honest, yes. And it's not due to the fact that I consider everything I do in life extraordinarily immersing or exciting, but because I reckon that a shadow of death casted upon me would trigger off a thorough need to cling to normal, everyday life. All in all, it is the most important part of it. I could obviously say I would want to spend the day with all the people I love, on a concert of a band I'm especially fond of, or in India, but aren't those the smallest things in routine, everyday life that we should be most happy about and thankful for?

40.What's one easy way to waste a life?

Not to do what you feel is right. Fo sho. 


And for now I feel like painting my nails is a good thing to do. A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne?

We'll see how it goes.

Look at this photograph; everytime I do, it makes me laugh.

To be honest, I'm not particularly keen on photography.

What is more, I am perfectly aware of the fact that it partially stems from the amount of facebook fan pages entitled '[insert name here] Photography' written in Helvetica I have been highly exposed to recently. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people who's figured their passion is taking artistic pictures, but I do know some of those people personally and I've grown to know that a lot of hypocrisy and blind trend following is involved in the process.

Regardless of that fact though, I've recently decided to try and give the 365 days photo challenge a try. Today was my 41st photo and I have to say I'm definitely feeling proud for having been able to achieve a point of an 11% mission completion. It can only get easier from now on.

Here are some of the photos I took :)

The collage maker I used!


If you want to give it a try, go to CaptureYour365!
You don't have to take photos of yourself though. I have to say that looking that project up on the internet has led me to two amazing websites! I strongly recommend you go and check them out :)
Most powerful photographs ever taken
Andy's photos!

I hope you're having a wonderful evening! x

We'll see how it goes.

Reverse psychology

Did you know that 'challenge' is a word deriving from French (chalonge, chalenge) and/or Latin (calumnia)?
Me neither!

And although it sounds smart enough for one to want to remember it, I have to admit I could not possibly care less. For the thing I've always thought of when the word 'challenge' was brought up in any given conversation, is how well it goes with both the reverse psychology and reactance phenomena.
So now you understand me? Haha, etymology is not that much fun when you've got a whole spectrum of awesomely sounding psychology-related words!

Let's face it: most of us have incredibly huge egos. And I like it: I think it's a perfectly natural and healthy response to manifold absurdities of the universe.
What comes with it though, is that we are also prone to automatically discard and frown upon any given attempt to threaten or eliminate specific behavioral freedoms we've all been indigenously granted. 

Which is basically why I am convinced the phenomena do prove to work.

What made me think about it in the first place though, is something that happened to me a couple of days ago while I was talking to someone whose opinion I highly value. I'm currently having a lot on my plate and that evening was one of the hardest. I needed to do a lot of things, including writing a rather complex essay, and asked him to tell me there's no way I would ever be able to do it. Obviously enough, I was trying to artificially bring forth my inner fighter.
My hopes were all built up for the moment, which is exactly when he said: you're not that childlish to react to something as simple as reverse psychology... or suchlike, I cannot really recall the exact words.
But is that really childlish? Atavistic? Influencing our basic instincts and triggering off almost animal-like, fuck you man, I'm not what you think I am, reaction?

I'm still not sure.

In order not to end up so vaguely, I have to admit I've recently found a really awesome sentence in regard to reverse psychology that does appeal to me more than anything else: Nothing like being told you can't do something to make you realise how much you love it.
But then again, where is the barrier? Where's the line we often cross when continuing to do something we are considered not to be able to out of pure stubbornness?


I remain discombobulated. Oh, well.

We'll see how it goes.

xx

A whole lot of sewing to do!

Well, that was an incredible day!
I started off with running to catch my bus (at 7.30am on a saturday morning! :O) and realising that I've probably done more running over the past few days than I ever did throughout my whole life before that. I just never really liked it, I won't lie.
What is more, even watching Doctor Who obsessively did not help. It should have though! Especially considering the amount of songs I listened to about that show, his character and running, all combined together! (my favourite one: Chameleon Circuit!)
Funnily enough, I also had to pull myself together and get down to sewing today. To be completely honest, I've not done that before. Ever. Nonetheless, it turned out to be an incredible experience! I even started thinking about doing it on a more regular basis; firstly browsing through second-hand shops (as a side note, there are quite a few amazingly good ones where I'm living) and finding things to remake/decorate; basically work on them! I can only imagine the fun I'd have!
By the way, I've grown to think that having a sewing machine should be obligatory (as well as running at manifold airports, but that's a different story). It's just a random enough and, when needed, helpful, device to have! And I would definitely go with this one. It's sufficiently awesome, if not utterly so ;)

Christmas is coming soon, I suppose. I've started looking forward to that already :)
I'm not quite into singing Christmas songs yet, but getting closer and closer to being in a mood to buy (and receive) presents ;)


 We'll see how it goes


 By the way, Doctor, will you tell me I'm brilliant and I can change the world? Even with the awful lot of running to do?

The ultimate challenge!

For the people not familiar with NaNoWriMo, here you go: National Novel Writing Month!

I was looking forward to doing NaNoWriMo the whole year! I've been scrupulously preparing for it and overthinking the ideas for a book that arouse in my head over and over again. Last year's experience was amazing and I definitely wanted to give it a try this year too.

Unfortunately, du to certain unexpected circumstances, I am not able to take part in it. I've felt sad because of that already, so now I think I'll just decide to be awesome instead and turn it into something positive. 

Hereby, I declare a challenge on myself to write one blogpost everyday in November!

It will not be as grand as actually being able to write a whole novel, but I am convinced it's sufficiently challenging and awesome to give it a try.

I understand that starting from the 2nd day of the month might not the most fair thing to do. Not to worry though, I'll try and make up for it in due time.

We'll see how it goes :) 

Have an awesome day xx