Slow Dance

I hate forwarded emails. I just hate when someone sends me something while they also send it to a bunch of other people asking me to send it to someone else in order ‘not the break the chain or you’ll die within 10 days’. It’s really stupid. BUT… I just read something I feel I should post here – I’m not even forwarding it, besides barely no one reads what I write here (hehe), so it’s ok. I don’t know how much to believe its background, but it’s said it’s written by a terminally ill girl dying from cancer in a New York hospital. But it doesn’t really matter who wrote it, what’s important is the poem itself and its message. So just read it and shut up for a while…

Have you ever
watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to
the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
Do you run through each day
On the
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the
reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your
bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through
your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see
his
sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call
and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
It is like an unopened
gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a
race.
Do take it slower
Hear the
music
Before the song is over.

Cat lover for life!!!

I just got bitten by a dog – by a fucking damn spaniel! It belongs to my neighbors and I took him out for walks while they were on vacation. And THIS is how it repays me – charming. Now I have to get ANOTHER vaccine, except the one I need for university. The phrase ‘bite the hand that feeds you’ is in full force today for me. The place on my leg where the bastard bit me got blue and bled a little. Man’s best friend my ASS!!!! I knew cats are the better breed the day I got my first one and I’m staying on their side to the grave! There’s a reason the Egyptians worship them. Besides, they’re independent and free-spirited and no one can tame them. Plus, there’s something dark in cats – you know, black cats, graveyards, voodoo and all that crap weirdos like me find fascinating. Dogs are just pathetic…. what was that joke: The dog thinks: ”Those humans do everything for me – they feed me, water me, play with me, take care of me – they must be gods.” The cat thinks: “Those humans do everything for me – they feed me, water me, play with me, take care of me – I must be god!” xD That’s why I always have too many cats at home – currently 8. But once the little angels grow up, they’ll go to a nice home…. most of them, at least… or else!

 

I haven’t written here in a looong time. So what happened during that time – I went to the seaside… with my parents. Initially, the plan was to go with my “friends”, but they all decided to screw me up and my summer was about to be ruined but then I went with my parents and at least got to spend 3 days with my Internet buddy…. So actually, I’d have to thank the traitors who first promised me something and then lied to me – they screwed one good thing, but gave me another one that was even better than them. And from now on, I’m becoming selfish – ‘every man for himself’ like Sawyer likes to say. And someday, karma will get back at them…. or I’ll help, who knows. They’ll understand what neglect is and they’ll know how it feels like to prefer your fucking boyfriend to them. Oh, yes, sweet revenge…

What else – I paid my first fee for my dormitory today. I had to call their office and pay by a debit card – my, I have to get used to that accent! I really love British accent, but the woman on the phone was too much. On top of that, she talked really fast and I had to ask her to repeat some things twice. But now everything’s done – no more payments till I get there. I just need to get my translated birth certificate and get an European health card. And get some vaccines in order not to get rabies. That…… bloody dog!!!! There’s something funny for and end – his name is Fluffy….

Saddest Word Ever

Well, what do you know, two posts for one day… Or not, it’s 4 minutes after 12 already. My muse came a little late, I guess. I have no intention of explaining my latest piece of crap, so just read along.

 

I've been on the track to the Great divide
a couple of times - that is how I've lost my mind
Going once, going twice, now I'm sold into slavery
to the big open world without any bravery

Imagine the crossroad of your life
with multiple directions, each pointed by a knife
There's the back - a dark room in your brain
There's ahead - a future going insane
There's right and left - people killing people
And there's you - alone, standing in the middle...

There's a rose bush in my home
that only blooms at the break of dawn
And I've got fireflies by the window,
and icicles in the snow
And I will give you ladybugs in a jar -
the best job I've done so far...

In the future, in the mirror
you will look at your eyes
and will not even remember
that I used to look in them too once

And the spiral will start spinning,
the sphere will keep on wheeling
One rose will fade, another one will flower
There'll be new figures on the board,
and the past will be devoured

The fireflies all flew away
to another window next to which to stay
Life has just begun, I know, and you'll forget about me
How foolish could we have been, for we did not see......

Aw, what a cute wittle baby!

I held a baby today for the first time in my life. No matter how little they are, babies are capable of what grownups aren’t – fixing someone’s mood. Mine, in particular. I don’t even know why I’ve been feeling like crap but having a new life around you can really kick out any suicidal thoughts you might be having and show you life IS worth living. Besides, they smell cute…. when their diper’s not full. I could barely hold the little guy – he was so small I was afraid not to break him. Lucky kid – still doesn’t know anything about selfishness or malice. Aaaand I’m going down to my hole again… I have to be around babies more often… which doesn’t mean I want one of my own. I’m not very sure I have a way with kids. Maybe because most kids I see every day don’t fit the phrase “Children are our future”. Whoever thought of toy guns is a fucking bastard. And people who don’t know how to raise kids shouldn’t have ones. But the point is – every new life brings joy and shows you there are more important things than your weekly depression, your boredom, your attention seeking and your melodramatic bullshit. Babies don’t care how good you are at being a drama queen – they need you to teach them how to be better than you….

Gradually Graduated

Well, now it’s official – I mother fucking graduated! Too bad they didn’t give us of those square hats to throw in the air. I didn’t even went in front to get my diploma, because…. I got it three days ago. And since then it’s been translated, sent to be legalized aand sent to the university so that my conditional offer can become UNconditional. It was a strange day yesterday – I crossed half the city for just 10 minutes, took the diploma to the agency that helps me with the documents for the university – the agency is in ANOTHER town – met with a girl there that is also going to study in Aberystwyth, and was home by 6pm. After so much hurrying and nerve loss I was surprised I wasn’t more tired than I actually was. And today was probably the last day I ever saw my class together and I ever went to school, I guess. Oh, oh, oh! My dream came true! I had a dream last week about my Literature teacher shaking my hand for the full A on the Literature matriculation. And that finally became true today! I was early, as usual, at school and when she came she saw me and came to me and my mother, shook my hand and began to praise me. Ha! Praise me now, when she finally saw what I’m capable of. I’m telling you (if I haven’t before) – I’ll do something so that they’ll remember me for good. I’ll burn down the school if I have to, but they’ll remember! xD Despite all that, it was a sad moment. I almost began to cry on the way home, but somehow managed to get myself together. I hate long goodbyes. And this one is taking far too long and will continue till September. If I don’t kill myself till then. xD

"Helooooo, Budapest!"

I’ll say just one thing – Romania rocks!!! Yesterday was just great. Bukuresht is an amazing town. We first visited Nicolae Ceauşescu’s palace. Our guide said it’s the second biggest building in the world after the Pentagon, and if we don’t count Pentagon’s secret premises, it is the biggest. We entered some of the halls for press conferences, including the tallest hall there. From it we went out on the balcony that has a front view towards their square which they call the Romanian Champs-Élysées. The guide told us it’s probably bigger than the French one. He also told us not to tell that to any French. Speaking of the guide, he was veery cute and one of my friends really liked him and wanted to take a picture with him. After the tour he wanted us to write our e-mail addresses so we can send him the photo. Back to the balcony - Nicolae Ceauşescu never went out on it, but the only celebrity that did was Michael Jackson. He went out, looked down at the crowd, took his hat off, and said: Hello, Budapest! The crowd began to hoot at him and he went in immediately. After that little story no famous person has ever shown their face on the balcony. The tour lasted one hour and for that time we could only visit this part of the palace:




A few years ago some kid got lost there and they couldn’t find him 3 days.

The next stop was the Museum of the village. Again we had just one hour to look around and again it wasn’t enough. Then we had some free time – if 4 hours is considered ‘some’. So we went to the mall. Believe me, it’s really hard to order something to eat if no one there speaks at leaast a little English. Still, we managed to get some pizza. And then we went home. I skipped some annoying parts where we waited for some people of the group more than the appointed time, or where I almost got sunstroke. But it really was a nice trip. After I saw Romania, I came to the conclusion that – non-patriotic or not – Bulgaria is not more beautiful or more advanced. Now I’m even more ready to leave it. Here’s some pictures from Bukuresht. The order is as it follows: The beautiful blue Danube (1), The view from the palace (2,3), The palace itself (4), A little ducky swimming in the lake in the Museum of the Village. (5,6)

Monday’s Black

Man, boredom could really be… boring. I’m so bored, I ended up with a MSN messenger. I’ll need it at university so you could say it’s something useful.

I went to Varna last Thursday, where I’m born because I needed to make a copy of my birth certificate for university and that can only happen at the municipality of the city you’re born. It wasn’t a bad day, if you don’t look at it from a skirt point of view, from a waiting point of view and from a beeping point of view. First, I wore a black skirt with white stars all over it, but I noticed too late that this thing is too short for me. So the whole day I was worried about the wind, about bending and other unpleasant situations like that. Next – the municipality experience wasn’t very nice either. First I waited 10 min and when it was my turn and I said I wanted a copy of my birth certificate, they made the copy…. on the copy machine! And even wanted money for that! Only after paying did they explain that I actually needed a dublicate. So I waited a little more, paid a lot more and finally got what I went for in the first place. Then my friends and I went to the city mall…. and then the ‘thing’ happened. Like most girls do, we went in and out the shops and there was no problem… at first. But when I went into the technology store, the sensors at the door that beep if something’s stolen began to… well, beep. The salesmen there just let me go in and then go out, but the same thing happened in a clothing store. I was already panicked, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. The saleswoman there asked for my bag and scanned it. Something in there beeped and she said everything was ok, it was probably something that hadn’t been scanned when I’d bought it before. I came to the conclusion it’s my body spray. My bag didn’t beep again, but I was afraid to go into any store after that. When we came back home it began to rain, but the sky was patient enough to wait for me to get into a taxi. I’ll think twice before wearing a skirt next time.

Apart from that, nothing exciting is happening around here. I’m getting a laptop these days, so I hope it will keep me busy. The next post will be delivered by HP Compaq!