tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-270145512008-07-23T11:49:23.864+03:00I just want something I can never havebalancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-14507272307114357062008-07-23T11:40:00.003+03:002008-07-23T11:49:23.877+03:00ABP # xxxxxxxxxx<pre style="font-style: italic;">The wine has no taste. The food<o:p></o:p></pre><pre style="font-style: italic;"><span style=""> </span>sickens you. There seems no reason<o:p></o:p></pre><pre><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">for any of it, does there?</span><o:p></o:p></pre> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Umm, pretty much; the description is accurate enough to need anything more added to it. </span></span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And it’s not even Christmas yet.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-53423461824590132742008-07-14T16:35:00.000+03:002008-07-14T16:37:07.373+03:00Something wicked this way comes<p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Not really. It has never left; it has been here all along. You can’t get rid of your shadow can you? Now, now, it wasn’t really a question. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Destroy everything you touch…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought numbness would feel better but it doesn’t. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-14070441091324169722008-07-10T12:04:00.000+03:002008-07-10T12:05:56.192+03:00Tolerance is too close to indifference<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Always letting other people in front, always considering what’s best for other people first, always indulging someone else’s feelings, always prioritizing the greater good…I am so lost in you that I don’t see myself in the picture. <o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-19537326796926801372008-07-08T13:40:00.003+03:002008-07-10T08:03:53.879+03:00Do you know what real silence is?<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">When you don’t care to grumble and complain even to your dearest people. And you shutter completely. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-80932550558939753592008-06-26T04:54:00.002+03:002008-06-26T05:01:13.439+03:00happy birthdayto me.<br />just smile, nod and don't forget to say "thank you". it shouldn't be so hard to do.<br />rrright...balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-62222879194563717412008-05-22T04:27:00.001+03:002008-05-22T04:27:51.717+03:00London calling<span style="font-family: verdana;">BBS</span>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-59913229626607764002008-05-17T08:38:00.002+03:002008-05-17T08:43:41.865+03:00It's 17th of May again :)<span style="font-family: verdana;">Happy birthday Trent :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SC5wJKLQhdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j04yBEccAQ8/s1600-h/Feb2008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SC5wJKLQhdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j04yBEccAQ8/s400/Feb2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201217922312209874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And a very happy birthday to my dear friend Dani-I wish you all the happiness in the world!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-77732542801420732012008-05-10T07:59:00.002+03:002008-05-10T08:10:03.465+03:00Stumbled across<p style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“It doesn't matter if there is a God or no – a man should live as if there is”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p><span style="font-style: italic;">“The only way for a person to be saved is to be a savior”</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p style="font-family: verdana;"></o:p><span style="font-family:verdana;">N.B. I am not religious and neither is the man who said those words. I guess there is more to religion than faith in (a) God alone. Faith however is requisite.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-70499463810958687372008-05-05T11:08:00.002+03:002008-05-05T11:11:43.440+03:00Little furry beauties<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SB7BJwQbyzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CfH-GerTLhw/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SB7BJwQbyzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/CfH-GerTLhw/s400/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196803393348946738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SB7A8QQbyyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NxkG0QQddNk/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/SB7A8QQbyyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NxkG0QQddNk/s400/Picture+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196803161420712738" border="0" /></a>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-2094481883922025362008-05-04T10:35:00.001+03:002008-05-04T10:39:12.238+03:00Read and weep (for laughter)<p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Here’s what happened a few days ago on my dog’s evening walk. The weather was cold and rainy and I had to put on my black bomber jacket and my “Ville Valo” hat-you know, the kind that looks as if you have a condom on your head. What? I love that hat; it suits me and if I put an eye-liner I might even look better than V.V. (That’s not proven though. First I have to buy an eye-liner because I don’t have one. I have given up beauty tricks a long time ago. I prefer…how should I say it…”the naked truth” if you don’t mind that expression); tight jeans and OSIRIS trainers to complete my uniform. As I was waiting for Vincent to transport himself into the canine nirvana by sniffing and licking the pee of all the bitches in the area (my poor boy, spring is a tough time for you but you will lick my face later on with that same tongue, you dirty dog!) a car pulled over, the driver’s window unrolled and the man inside (he was my age!) asked “Hey, boy, do you know where I can…” I didn’t hear the rest of the question because I laughed like a lunatic. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p style="font-family: verdana;"></o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So I am a boy…who knew? Hey, but that was actually a compliment! I’d much rather be called a “boy” than “Madam”. Please don’t call me “Madam”. Better shoot me instead-it will be more merciful.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And until women start making passes at me I have no reasons to get upset :)</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-65665284197806868622008-04-25T08:37:00.000+03:002008-04-25T08:38:29.970+03:00Discipline-a new (?!) single by Nine Inch Nails<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don’t say it’s not a good song...but it’s not good enough to have the NIИ </span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">stamp on it. It’s utterly dull and therefore disappointing. A brand new song you say? I’ve already listened to it years ago.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Shame on you. That song should have never left the studio.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-19639436665784572112008-04-08T15:30:00.000+03:002008-04-08T15:31:37.755+03:00Goodbye blue sky<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXgxemYiXQ4&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXgxemYiXQ4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-25075329351072474822008-03-28T11:16:00.000+02:002008-03-28T11:17:35.492+02:00My day is ruined<p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Well, why limit myself?! My year is fucked! New concert dates have been announced over the night and let’s say I’m not quite pleased with the locations. <st1:place st="on">North America</st1:place>. How the fuck am I to put myself voluntarily under the humiliating interrogations at the American embassy to get a visa?! How am I going to explain the purpose of my going? How am I to prove I am not a potential immigrant, that I don’t intend to stay illegally and that the only reason for my visit is a rock concert? Maybe I should bring over my entire NiN CD collection, my Spiral ID and my NiN guitar pick? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A couple of nights ago I played the AATCHB DVD. I actually wanted to play only one song; March of the pigs. Half an hour later I was still watching and tears were rolling down my face like a river. No wonder I’m crushed.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-16434876365639015272008-03-27T09:32:00.000+02:002008-03-27T09:33:14.222+02:00touched<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bOTRMfDcs&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bOTRMfDcs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-28686840914895345322008-03-21T20:02:00.002+02:002008-03-21T20:45:52.355+02:00Little fluffy clouds<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Have you ever had that feeling that you are on the verge of screaming and you fear that maybe you won’t be able to stop it? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">There.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Eyes wide open. It’s either a scream or tears. Hit me on the head, please. It would hurt less.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Choking suffocating feeling of helplessness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Look at the sky-so big and blue, so limitless, so peaceful. No, don’t look down. Keep your eyes on the sky.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Ha, one of the clouds looks like that giant four-fingered hand reaching down from above. I love stormy clouds.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I need a hug. A tight hug, tight enough to take my breath away for good.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-41712062048933825342008-03-20T10:15:00.002+02:002008-03-20T15:59:58.338+02:00Exciting performance news!<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Absolutely…for all the North Americans, that is. A few days ago the title appeared on nin.com and I rushed to the performance section enthusiastically (of course!) just to find that so far NiN are scheduled to perform only at <a href="http://www.pembertonfestival.com/home/">Pemberton festival</a> in British Columbia, Canada. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Forgive me if I am not THAT excited. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, at least he is considering concerts. That is something to hold on to. God, I hate to wait!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:130%;">An update at 3.30 PM:</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Trent Reznor has given an interview to </span>Zane Lowe of BBC Radio 1<span style="" lang="EN-US"> on March 17<sup>th</sup> and I just read the <a href="http://www.theninhotline.com/archives/articles/manager/display_article.php?id=474">transcription</a>. Among other ghostly things he speaks little about his “future plans”:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">TRENT: …I’m working on some new material right now, and we have some dates planned to play this year, I can’t get into too much details about it… We’re reassembling the new band, and lots of things going on – there’s no vacation that's in mind for at least another year+ for me… </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">ZANE: Yeah, I know, I’ve heard that you effectively going to disband the line-up that's been with you for quite some time - it must be quite – to walk away from that outfit as it stood. It’s quite an interesting decision… </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">TRENT: well, the bones of it are still in place... I mean, to be quite frank, it’s reassessing what Nine Inch Nails is and trying to make sure it stays true to who I am as a person, at the age I’m at right now, and feels relevant and has meaning to me… </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">ZANE: So you're gonna grow beard and form an acoustic band? Is it what… is it? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">TRENT: I didn’t want it to come out… to give it away right now… but… OK (laughing)</span></span> <span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Alright…let’s see.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-59574138070814297002008-03-18T11:34:00.000+02:002008-03-18T11:37:33.321+02:0042?<p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yesterday’s fortune slip: “Don’t go into battle with someone who is not your match”. And how did I paraphrase it? “Oh, I must control my temper and avoid fights with people who are weaker than I am; I must not take advantage of those who are less fortunate than me”. I can smell stupidity in an ocean of fancy words; and when I do I chase it like a shark and kill it in a single snap. At least I used to; I taught myself to be more merciful.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>What happened to the girl I used to be-dressed in funeral black, waiting for the end of the world, grumpy all the time because it wasn’t coming fast enough? How come now people think of me as of a cheerful, positive, even a light-headed person? Do you think it’s easy? It ain’t. The easiest thing is to say “The hell with everything!”. As tempting as it is I can’t afford that immature attitude anymore. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p style="font-family: verdana;"></o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I realize I am a very lucky girl with a life peaceful and secure enough to allow me the freedom to create for myself imaginary problems, to choose the reasons for the discontent that gives at least some romantic texture to my basically ordinary existence. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-54657224666932509492008-03-13T16:49:00.000+02:002008-03-13T16:51:52.699+02:00Dignity, style and grace<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It can’t be taught or faked. Dignity is not a pose while you sit still waiting for the photographer to take the picture; it’s a way of thinking, the attitude you ooze. It’s not about appearance; you can be a lady even when you’re in jeans and sneakers. Dignity is to look people straight in the eyes and keep your head high. It’s not an “I matter more than you” issue; it’s an “I matter” issue. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-23870159463170402032008-03-08T19:01:00.005+02:002008-03-08T20:33:35.735+02:00Today's photo catch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LLlHAdX2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BdNUf9Skv_4/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LLlHAdX2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BdNUf9Skv_4/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175422760198692706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LLN3AdX1I/AAAAAAAAAhc/VZQI7wEFWWE/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LLN3AdX1I/AAAAAAAAAhc/VZQI7wEFWWE/s400/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175422360766734162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LJ_XAdXyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/dIUxUY4E8gE/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LJ_XAdXyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/dIUxUY4E8gE/s400/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175421012147003170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LIxnAdXwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ioXuPrApkl4/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9LIxnAdXwI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ioXuPrApkl4/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175419676412174082" border="0" /></a>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-73561649537163527012008-03-08T09:39:00.003+02:002008-03-08T09:47:51.741+02:00Who says I have grown up? :)<span style="" lang="EN-US">The last time I sat at Coffee House I chose the corner table next to the book shelf: <o:p></o:p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9JDL3AdXrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TkNPJnkZNP8/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9JDL3AdXrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TkNPJnkZNP8/s200/Picture+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175272792825618098" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It can be seen on this picture-the book of Andersen’s tales illustrated by <a href="http://www.booksillustrated.com/en-UK/christian-birmingham">Christian Birmingham</a>. Amazing art work! I love fairy-tales but those illustrations made me gasp with surprise and filled me with admiration. Beautiful!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Snow Queen</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9JD_HAdXsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_ZJJnHey-4Y/s1600-h/snowqueen.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9JD_HAdXsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_ZJJnHey-4Y/s400/snowqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175273673293913794" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-74806251822718088352008-03-07T08:19:00.001+02:002008-03-07T08:21:31.903+02:00Pretty lights<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nineinchnails/"><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">Creating GHOSTS I-IV</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9Des5XWXoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XUj6Dqfpcpc/s1600-h/Atticus+%26+Trent+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R9Des5XWXoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XUj6Dqfpcpc/s400/Atticus+%26+Trent+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174880834743066242" border="0" /></a>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-91130211593601269772008-03-06T16:55:00.000+02:002008-03-06T17:00:05.066+02:00A personal “GHOSTS” update<p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Today it clicked. I had that paralyzing sensation as if some invisible hand has grabbed me by the throat cutting off the strings that keep me attached to the common 3 dimensional world of “see-hear-touch” and throwing me into the depths of an unknown still fascination. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I knew it was coming and yet the actual happening was a shock. It always is. I always wonder if he can do it again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He did it again.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-34282451924091485692008-03-03T08:33:00.005+02:002008-03-03T18:34:29.984+02:00ИIИE IИCH ИAILS: GHOSTS I-IV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R8ucznKSNCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/I6Rbjwqwd50/s1600-h/pic_splash_ghostsI-IV.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R8ucznKSNCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/I6Rbjwqwd50/s400/pic_splash_ghostsI-IV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401007464526882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R8ucrnKSNBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/KJhO1fGmUwQ/s1600-h/ghosts.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CDP4G_zLJOo/R8ucrnKSNBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/KJhO1fGmUwQ/s400/ghosts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173400870025573394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">TR is not a human. He's too brilliant to be a human.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I miss his voice though :(</span><br /></span></span>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-43377556159501303462008-02-27T12:25:00.000+02:002008-02-27T12:26:19.462+02:00Me, myself and I<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read in the “Do it” column in the latest edition of “One week in </span><st1:place style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"><st1:city st="on">Sofia</st1:City></st1:place><span style="font-family: verdana;">”: Spare at least 24 minutes for yourself every twenty-four hours; don’t be cheap-that’s only a minute every hour. After all you’re the best friend you’ll ever have! </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27014551.post-20058281493268476532008-02-26T14:04:00.001+02:002008-02-26T14:06:59.486+02:00A real(ly) short story<span style="font-family: verdana;">A colleague of mine once made a mistake that I had to correct and he was so embarrassed that instead of saying “I’m sorry for the inconvenience and thank you” he actually said “Thank you for the inconvenience” :)</span>balancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297363050143530446noreply@blogger.com