... or what you can get from an absolutely different phrase from a song. About a paradise which is abandoned and artifical. And believe me, this song is worth listening to, although many don't share my musical taste which is, indeed, somewhat different from what is listenened around me. But I don't really care, I have a right on my opinion, thank God.
***
I'm becoming more and more convinced in that good music and a walk somewhere can remedy you from whatever sorrow. Today I got my first F and truth to say not very happy due to that fact. Not to forget that I was awake until 4 am, so I had only 4 hours of sleep. Nevertheless, understanding that I ain't a good essay writer today, instead I had a meal and took off into the city. Narva mnt is a perfect place to walk by, it's long and today it had a lot of snow. It was snowing I mean and soon I realised that my hair is almost totally white and I cannot get the snow out of it anymore because it was frozen. Funny enough actually, when I got onto my trolleybus (btw, have you ever tried to sit on a wheel instead of a seat? It's surrealistic, but fun at the same time. Also a bit cold, but I don't give a damn), it all started melting and soon water was running down somewhere behind my ears. That wasn't very pleasant, but you can deal with everything you need to, right? Good. And now, a cup of hot and nice tea, some concert and I'll be probably going to sleep. When, I don't really know yet.
PS. If the one, who ordered me to go to sleep right now is reading this, sorry :) I'm not going anywhere.
PPS. And the previous one is not a relative of mine, if someone was wondering.
Besos,
Alex.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
I don't want your money...
...I want your soul honey. Seriously, I think that every examinator in the world thinks like that when he/she composes one. Okay, I don't complain actually, but it's interesting, how can a song give you a thought you could've never think of before?
***
So yea, blogging may not be so popular anymore, at least not among my friends, but I want to keep it alive. Just to have it when I'll have nothing to read anymore. Although I hope that this moment will never arrive.
***
Never mind the previous things I wrote, I'm not very serious about them anyway. So...it's interesting enough, how very spontaneous things can give you different inspirations. Dis moi, has ever a bus ride given you enough strenght and belief in yourself that you can work with one book for a day (ok afternoon but still) and a night with almost no pauses and go to work afterwards? Today, I got that feeling, accepted the challenge. Yeah, and I am not going to give up. Moreover, I have motivation to work swiftly, if I want to get some sleep.
***
Sometimes I ask myself a question. A strange one. The question is always in French, because it's the only language where it sounds right. To what I serve - sounds quite stupid in my opinion. À quoi je sers? - sounds much better. And last few weeks it's the only question that has been on my mind. Really - studies and work, good. But all in all - why, what? Does it benefit me in any way? And the more I ask, the more I feel, that yes. I don't care about material benefit though, personal satisfaction is much more significant at that point. And I feel that FIRST - yes, being on stage (well, almost) does really give me one. A very big one, that big, that after everything is over, I feel that a light is somehow switched off. Perhaps I just miss them that much, no matter how busy or tired am I? SECOND - well, a language has never been a bad thing to know. Especially if it's somehow connected with the first thing. I did not put them in the importancy order, because they are equal and I don't really know, how to make them co-exist. But I will succeed no doubt.
Besos,
Alex.
***
So yea, blogging may not be so popular anymore, at least not among my friends, but I want to keep it alive. Just to have it when I'll have nothing to read anymore. Although I hope that this moment will never arrive.
***
Never mind the previous things I wrote, I'm not very serious about them anyway. So...it's interesting enough, how very spontaneous things can give you different inspirations. Dis moi, has ever a bus ride given you enough strenght and belief in yourself that you can work with one book for a day (ok afternoon but still) and a night with almost no pauses and go to work afterwards? Today, I got that feeling, accepted the challenge. Yeah, and I am not going to give up. Moreover, I have motivation to work swiftly, if I want to get some sleep.
***
Sometimes I ask myself a question. A strange one. The question is always in French, because it's the only language where it sounds right. To what I serve - sounds quite stupid in my opinion. À quoi je sers? - sounds much better. And last few weeks it's the only question that has been on my mind. Really - studies and work, good. But all in all - why, what? Does it benefit me in any way? And the more I ask, the more I feel, that yes. I don't care about material benefit though, personal satisfaction is much more significant at that point. And I feel that FIRST - yes, being on stage (well, almost) does really give me one. A very big one, that big, that after everything is over, I feel that a light is somehow switched off. Perhaps I just miss them that much, no matter how busy or tired am I? SECOND - well, a language has never been a bad thing to know. Especially if it's somehow connected with the first thing. I did not put them in the importancy order, because they are equal and I don't really know, how to make them co-exist. But I will succeed no doubt.
Besos,
Alex.
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