Friday, February 10, 2012

A little bit of everything

 I was having my morning coffee today and checking my online staff when I noticed that Dani had tagged me in a sort of a game. Well, what the hell, it sounds like fun.

Rule#1: Put the rules on your blog.
Rule#2: Every person tagged should tell 11 things about themselves, answer the 11 questions asked by the one that tagged you, tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.
Rule#3: Let the people whom you tagged know you've done so.
Rule#4: Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before.
Rule#5: Really do tag 11 others, don't go all ''if you want to take this tag''.

 And so.. Eleven things about myself, huh?..

1. I enjoy reading.
2. I enjoy writing.
3. I enjoy listening to music.
4. I enjoy composing.
5. I enjoy playing all kind of string instruments (this includes the pothing t iano).
6. I enjoy solving puzzles.
7. I enjoy working out.
8. I enjoy smoking.
9. I love junk food.
10. I want to take a trip around the world with my girlfriend..
11. I hate the police.

 Dani's questions had nothing to do with that, I'm giving them to you.

1. If you could have one day with anyone, living or dead, who would it be?

I guess I would go for Epicurus, although the greatest part of his teachings were saved till this day by his followers, I'd like to meet the man himself.

2. What's the strangest talent you have?

If getting lost is a talent, then I got this one!

3. Who would like to be tied to for 24 hours?

That's an easy one, with the woman of my life.

4. Big or small?


5. Weirdest place you've had sex?


6. Porn?


7.  Would you like to go to space?

Who wouldn't?

8. Ferrari or Lampo?


9. What are you wearing right now?


10. What would you rather have in a partener... Youth and vitality, or age and axperience?

Youth and vitality works for me just fine.

11. Describe yourself in 3 words.

Tall, beardy, nice.

 Now it's your turn people.

6 .nmZ
7. Bio
10. G-gusto
11. Blaza1

Here are your questions

I.  Pick a colour.
II. Pick a material.
III. Pick a size.
IV. Pick a landscape.
V. Pick an animal.
VI. Pick an era (in true history)
VII. Pick an era (fictional)
VIII. Describe your ideal partener, figure and occupation.
IX. Describe a house.
X. Describe a tree.
XI. Describe a wild animal (size, built etc.)

When most of you hve answerer I will post a psychological profil for the answers you gave. (Not personally for every and each one, just the meaning of the possible answers.)

Never lose your fighting spirit.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Y W E A K ?

 Last night I went downtown to get a couple of drinks. My girlfriend was studing for her exams so I called a guy I know through the univercity to keep me company.

He is a decent guy. With his job and house and girls and all. But he doesn't seem like it. He always seem to be missing something. A void in him.

He kept telling me about other people, how they make it and do great things, things that he wanted too. And also how the media manipulates any sort of things. I kept telling him that the answer is simpler than he thinks.

 ''Thing is we've made it too easy for them. Take a look at ourselves. We're so absorbed by the small staff, and they take advantage of it, and it's only natural. The field and players might have changed but the rules are still the same. The best man wins. To succeed you must suffer. You have to sacrifice. You have to devote yourself to your goal. If you do but still feel incomlete, it means your goal is not what you really want. It's not so easy to get to know yourself.  But you don't have to stop and settle for what has been given, always try for more. The vikings, you know,used to believe that it is a blasphemy to pray asking for something, because their gods had already made them perfect with all the potential they'll need. We, on the other hand, are taught to be weak spirited due to bad influence and low standards.''

''..And now what?''

''Well, at least now you know.''

 It's almost 1 o'clock and I make my way home on foot. Thor stikes the earth with bright thunder and heavy rain, trying to wash away and purify the corruption of mankind. It's not ok to settle. It's not ok to leave things as they are. Telling myself that my life is ok as it is won't do me any good. I've done some fucked up mistakes and choices, but I am here knowing it, not hiding it, not telling again and again myself that since I wanted it at a given moment in the past automatically makes it right and good.

 A world full of smiling cannibals, covering their rotten skin with make up, money-starving attention whores. The good thing is that we will learn how to swim, by watching you drown.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Snow blind

 It's one o'clock in the afternoon and I am still sleeping. I guess this is what you get if you force yourself to sleep at five o'clock in the morning. The phone woke me up violently, I know I shouldn't be asleep at this time of the day, I'm just wasting it, but I can't help it. It was my mother, she asked me if would come over. I told her I have to go to work.

I drew the curtains and took a look outside the window. It's snowing. At last. The forecast told that the temperture would drop these days, but living downtown in a mediterranian city I didn't expect this.

 I made myself a hot cup of coffee and put on some fast music to sharpen my senses. I ate a couple of toasts and a croissant and got dressed to go to work.

Damn it's cold. I can't recall the last time my bones where chilling that hard. I was making large steps to get to the bus stop as soon as possible. On my way, a little girl came close. Living here I am used to gypsies or junkies begging for money so I could tell by the look on her face she would ask for something, and I knew I would decline quick and keep on going.

 The thing is that this girl was not a gypsy or a junkie. She was just a 12-year old kid. She asked me if she could use my phone. Acting mechanically I said no and looked away.

 I was only feet away and felt disgusted about myself. Why did I refuse? I was not in that hurry, That girl might've been lost or something and propably she would call her parents or a relative. She wouldn't have been able to memorize a lot of numbers in that age. But still I didn't look back, I just left her there.

 Where have all the feelings gone? Is this what society turned us into? The saddest thing is that I know that most of the people around me would have done the same thing, and that's why I don't have fear of judgement. But deep inside I know that's not right. It's not right to turn your back on someone in need. You don't need a reason to help people. I want to change myself, and the world.

 The cold I feel inside matches the cold reaching my skin. The only thing I keep telling myself is what of a miserable person I am, not because I didn't help a stranger, but because I held the lamest of excuses, that noone else would.