So, basically, if I won't learn physics I will die.
Procrastination, it shall be.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Oh, sure, why?
It is impossible to life your life without disappointing someone you love.
So it's all about preferences.
A wonderful example: I once stayed the next day after a house party to help clean the house. And when I came home, my father kept shouting on me, yelling that "I was sleeping out my hangover".
It is unfair.
But I am happy I helped. It was fun. And yes, I did have a monstrous hangover. But I certainly didn't sleep there.
And if you're maybe even close to satisfying everyone around you, you may never satisfy yourself.
And eventually, your illusion of living surrounded by true love and love only will break and the little shattered pieces will stab right into your little soul.
I certainly must seem like a terrible son right now.
And it saddens me.
Yet, I can't be everything.
Can I?
I guess I could try harder.
If I kept my shit together.
Breaking down is easy.
And I like challenges.
Even though I often lose.
I'm only happy when it rains,
I only smile when it's complicated.
tttt.
So it's all about preferences.
A wonderful example: I once stayed the next day after a house party to help clean the house. And when I came home, my father kept shouting on me, yelling that "I was sleeping out my hangover".
It is unfair.
But I am happy I helped. It was fun. And yes, I did have a monstrous hangover. But I certainly didn't sleep there.
And if you're maybe even close to satisfying everyone around you, you may never satisfy yourself.
And eventually, your illusion of living surrounded by true love and love only will break and the little shattered pieces will stab right into your little soul.
I certainly must seem like a terrible son right now.
And it saddens me.
Yet, I can't be everything.
Can I?
I guess I could try harder.
If I kept my shit together.
Breaking down is easy.
And I like challenges.
Even though I often lose.
I'm only happy when it rains,
I only smile when it's complicated.
tttt.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Of all your pretty horses before...
This songs refers to shit she's done when she was young.
She had been bullied until...
she became a "rebel".
Sniffing glue, smoking weed, shoplifting.
Obviously things that clash with her calm personality today.
I am unbelievably glad I don't have to pretend like that.
I don't have to fear of making the popular people angry.
I can just do shit the way I do.
It's very soothing.
Teen people are usually quite like animals given means to harm.
I will never be teen in this aspect.
Almost 200 hundred views.
I made almost all of them.
I am always clicking the refresh button weirdly expecting something new to appear here.
But only what I post is here.
Oh and a quick tip.
Don't be pretentious whores.
I mean some measure of hypocrisy is tolerated.
But don't be pretentious whores.
And here you have a video made by pretentious whores to tell people to not be pretentious whores.
But I guess becoming a pretentious whore is a matter of being a musician now.
I made almost all of them.
I am always clicking the refresh button weirdly expecting something new to appear here.
But only what I post is here.
Oh and a quick tip.
Don't be pretentious whores.
I mean some measure of hypocrisy is tolerated.
But don't be pretentious whores.
And here you have a video made by pretentious whores to tell people to not be pretentious whores.
But I guess becoming a pretentious whore is a matter of being a musician now.
Just an unusual day.
Hokhay. (inside joke: Ze end of ze world)
These days I leave for schools when it's dark and I come back again when it's dark again.
After school I went into a bar to find myself locked there.
How? The door handle broke down and the door couldn't be closed and it was cold.
And then, someone slammed it. BUT we couldn't open it afterwards.
Wouldn't that be just terrific? To get locked in a bar. Only with gallons of beer, plenty packs of cigarettes and pickled sausages.
We did of course manage to open the doors eventually.
Then I came into a tram and I sat down.
Few stops later, an older woman came, so I stood up like a real gentleman to let her sit.
She said: "Do I look so old already?"
I said: "I would have let you sit even if you were 4 years old child."
Sometimes it's not so hard to make grumpy people smile, but you just gotta try.
I left the tram just to wait for another one.
I knew I was barely making it for the bus that leaves for my suburban shithole from another station, where I first needed to get by tram.
I was little nervous, because I figured if I wouldn't catch the bus I'd have to wait for like an hour in a freezing cold.
And the tram finally came.
So I went in.
And suddenly a beautiful girl wearing a bed sheet passed by me.
She got into the same tram as I did.
A weird little lovely urban angel.
That tram was a jet tram. That's how I call trams that arrive to my station in the same minute as the bus leaves.
Adrenaline rush unleashed as the doors opened and I ran like I was running for my life.
Ignoring my surrounds.
But I did watch behind my shoulder who was leaving the tram.
It was a final stop so everyone had to leave.
But I couldn't see the girl in the snow white sheet.
And probably, I will never see her again.
The merciless city doesn't throw opportunities for free.
And sometimes you just don't get no opportunities no matter how hard you try.
These days I leave for schools when it's dark and I come back again when it's dark again.
After school I went into a bar to find myself locked there.
How? The door handle broke down and the door couldn't be closed and it was cold.
And then, someone slammed it. BUT we couldn't open it afterwards.
Wouldn't that be just terrific? To get locked in a bar. Only with gallons of beer, plenty packs of cigarettes and pickled sausages.
We did of course manage to open the doors eventually.
Then I came into a tram and I sat down.
Few stops later, an older woman came, so I stood up like a real gentleman to let her sit.
She said: "Do I look so old already?"
I said: "I would have let you sit even if you were 4 years old child."
Sometimes it's not so hard to make grumpy people smile, but you just gotta try.
I left the tram just to wait for another one.
I knew I was barely making it for the bus that leaves for my suburban shithole from another station, where I first needed to get by tram.
I was little nervous, because I figured if I wouldn't catch the bus I'd have to wait for like an hour in a freezing cold.
And the tram finally came.
So I went in.
And suddenly a beautiful girl wearing a bed sheet passed by me.
She got into the same tram as I did.
A weird little lovely urban angel.
That tram was a jet tram. That's how I call trams that arrive to my station in the same minute as the bus leaves.
Adrenaline rush unleashed as the doors opened and I ran like I was running for my life.
Ignoring my surrounds.
But I did watch behind my shoulder who was leaving the tram.
It was a final stop so everyone had to leave.
But I couldn't see the girl in the snow white sheet.
And probably, I will never see her again.
The merciless city doesn't throw opportunities for free.
And sometimes you just don't get no opportunities no matter how hard you try.
Come Alive
A lots of bands try to make a living just by concerting.
And they don't seem to realize, that going for the same tour, same cities, same venues every time is not the best way.
Why don't they ever come to CZ?
Blackbox Revelation, Electric Six, Franz Ferdinand,
why?
And they don't seem to realize, that going for the same tour, same cities, same venues every time is not the best way.
Why don't they ever come to CZ?
Blackbox Revelation, Electric Six, Franz Ferdinand,
why?
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