Some claim they have more that there actually is.

Money.

A simple things that moves the world.
Or do the money move for the world?

In a student life not having money doesn't actually mean not having money.
The ways money flows is most peculiar.
I owe you, he owes me, you owe him.
I get lost in these things.
Only thing you can be sure about is the ringing of the coins and lisping of notes.

Western countries work the same.
Democratic system, order of this world is just too young.
It should behave like an adult.
And keep it's shit together.
Instead, it gets loans.
These loans quickly become cold numbers and securely hidden papers.
Nothing more. No deal behind them.
And the money these papers claim doesn't exist.
America owes trillions of dollars.
And the question is: where are these dollars?
They don't exist.
They flew away and didn't come back.
Maybe, they're on accounts of Chinese investors.
Or maybe on swiss accounts of important political leaders.

Sure is only one thing: someone will pay.
Either we, or our children.
Because ultimately, only common people have the kind of money the system needs to be cured.

Poor souls, caught in the wheels of showbiz.

I never really cared about celebrities.
I don't care whether Sarah Jessica Parker pissed herself in public, or whether not.

But I know there are some great souls amongst them.
And these souls are mercilessly sucked out by record companies.

I don't support Occupate Wall Street. They would have to present a reasonable demand to earn my trust.

But I feel somewhat pity for young naive girls who want to make a hole in the world and they end up drugged in thrash bin.
Or just and up as a puppet in a hands of suit-guys.
Don't know which is worse.

I love Lana Del Rey music. I believe there is honesty behind it.
But Universal made her it's bitch.
And now when she was asked by thebeatjuice for her top ten favourite songs, she responded with wonderful songs such as Elvis Presley's Edge of the World or theme song of american beauty. AND with Lil Wayne's Lollipop. (C) by Universal.

And she's not the only one. Adele may very well serve as another example.

These girls just want to be heard.
What do they sacrifice?
Why do they sacrifice so much?
Is it worth it?
To kill a girl for a single?

Primates after all...

Primal nature of us, humans is very simple. And very limiting.
We can only ever hope to overcome it.
But don't go becoming Buddhist priests yet!
They got it all wrong.

What separates us, humans from animals are complicated feelings, often unexplicable by logical means.
Those stop us from progress, but they make our lives worth living.
There's no point in abandoning your needs. Eat how much you want, shit how much you want, these are routines we need, so I don't see why should we neglect them - why would you starve yourself, if you can eat?

The true spiritual enlightement is actually hidden behind feelings such as faith, trust, love.
And in few more for which there are no words.
Like when you finish reading a book or watching a movie and you say to yourself "fuuuuck".
The moments of cheer bliss when your whole body shivers because of something intense.
The trances in which you forget all your fears or dreams and just live the moment focused on one thing and one thing only.

And sometimes, if you really care about someone, you have to give them up.
For they simply might not be happy with you.
You want them to smile and be happy.
And you know you cannot give them that.

OR maybe, I'm just scared shitless.
I feel like I might fuck it up.
And I really do fuck up lots of things, but I my trouble solving experiences always help me up on my feet.
But it's not really about me, is it?
It's about her.
It's always been about her.
Cause in the end, what can I have more than her?
There's only one thing: I can have the warm feeling I did the right thing for her to be happy.

I have absolutely none selfish intentions.
I just want to sacrifice my happiness for happiness of her, who I love more than myself.
I don't know why would I do that; it doesn't make any logical sense.
But I'm proud of it.

Still going down, down, down,
how low can you go?

There is not a single bad song they ever made.
Even rare or never released songs are great.
Still so much to discover about their music.
How low can you go?

An eye of the firestorm.

If you ask some people what is the thing they care about most when selecting a partner, they answer:"My partner must be smart and beautiful".
That is very trivial, because it doesn't really tell anything about them.

What I would probably say is: "I care about how I feel in her presence and whether she has a spark in the eye.
Again, the first part - how her presence makes me feel - is very trivial, yet very important.
But I'd like to talk about the second part.

Some call it chemistry, some call it fate, I call it a spark in the eye.
Because it simply is a spark in the eye.
When a girl looks at you, smiles and you look back at her. Look her in the eye. And even if you were till then in the gloomiest mood, you just have to smile. You are paralyzed.
Or maybe not paralyzed.
Maybe "lost" is fitting better.
Lost in a deep gaze.
Her eyes put down the usual boring grey suit.
And the physics and psychics join.
You feel like you see INTO her.
And inside, everyone sees something different.
Someone sees a wild party.
Someone sees warmth of a home - a burning chimney washing away all your fears and worries.
And someone doesn't see anything. And those people are the greatest cynics. Or aggressors.

I don't know what I see, to be honest.
But it is very addictive feeling.
I wanna be a junkie.

Vienna calling, wieners!

4 posts below are notes I made during my trip in Vienna on 27.-30.10.2011.
They are not very conceptual, so it doesn't matter if you read it from the top (from the last one, that is).

Attention please!

Fourth and also the last part of my notes from Vienna.

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It would seem I get tired quite easily.

That’s not true.

If you try to get the most you can in every situation,

You have to keep attention, whenever there is anything that might catch your eye.

And you need to hibernate every other time.

That’s why I sleep in bus.

There is nothing new to see there.

Not even watching people: if you look around in bus, there is nothing unique about anyone whatsoever.

I am very fond of my biological clock.

I don’t need an alarm.

If I say to myself „I will wake up at nine“ in the evening,

I wake up at nine next day.

Accuracy +/- 5 minutes.

Yesterday I visited Austrian Emperors‘ neverwinter castle Schoenbrunn in Vienna.

It was rococo architectonic style.

I hate rococo. It just too nice-y and ornamented. And plain naive.

--But what I loved were the imperial gardens.

They are huge: almost the same size as whole country of Monaco.

And they are very lovely.

The hedges, fountains, perfectly cut trees in vibrant shapes, statues depicting ancient mythology.

And also the historical Zoo located in the middle of the gardens.

Colours of atumn only add up to the atmosphere.

After, I went shopping to one of the largest outlet centers in middle Europe.

I have always found outlet centers demeaning. Devil’s sanctuaries to celebrate consume.

+ I never could choose anything there and when I in the end did, it was either too expensive or not in my size.

But this outlet center in Vienna was quite okay.

MUCH better than the one in Milano.

And there aren’t any big outlet centers in CZ.

So if you wanna go shopping for brands – go to Vienna.

But somehow, I like Prague more than Vienna.

Both of these cities were over-dimensed some time in history:

Prague, when in 14^th century it was center of II. Roman Rise.

Vienna, when 200 hundred years ago it was center of Austrian-Hungarian Empire.

But Prague has since evolved to look much more full, cozy and just looks like a more fun place to live in.

Vienna just feels a little bit empty, boring, not varied. But it feels richer. No barred buildings, crumbling walls. Everything is tidied up. In this perspective, Prague has got lot of catching up to do.

It’s 4 hours by car from Vienna to Prague.

Don’t expect no roadtrip though: my parents were never too fond of such things.

So I am now sitting here , listening to Franz Ferdinand music, playing sims3, writing this stupid blog in PS Pad. It’s a text editor for programmers, but I don’t have any other here right now.

I should write less about what I do and more about what I feel.

No one could be interested in what I do, I figure.

But I’m all outta philosophical ideas right now.

And I feel like writing something.