ich kann mich einfach nicht entscheiden, ob diese zeit fantastisch ist oder traurig. erst jetzt lernen wir unsere nachbarschaft kennen, annegret und alois, und müssen in zwei wochen ausziehen. das ist ohnehin irreal. wir wollen nicht weg. ob wir eine zukunft haben, die sehnlichst auf uns wartet oder nicht. wir wollen nicht gehen, uns nicht trennen, diesen ort verlassen. diesen zauberhaften ort.
wir arbeiten und ackern, wir lernen und pauken. wir genießen den sommer, der endlich angekommen ist, doch immer mit dem wissen, dass so bald alles vorbei ist.
Donnerstag, 16. Juli 2009
Mittwoch, 1. Juli 2009
WW weird world
it is extremely hot these days, wherever we are. And at night it gets even hotter in the appartement.
we become flies-killer as an open window is the only joy you´ve, when you´re sweating from sitting in front of the pc. but as soon as it´s dark outside...
we´ve been writing for days, but haven´t written one proper page so far. Thesis.
future is kinda coming, but we don´t know, if we´ve one or not. So far we don´t.
We need more coffee, more black tea, then everything´s fine. But did you know, that drinking 3 coffees and 2 black teas per day let you feel like taking drugs. At least I imagine it to be like that. More over your brain is always working - maybe that´s why extremely dreaming is part of our life. ;-)
we become flies-killer as an open window is the only joy you´ve, when you´re sweating from sitting in front of the pc. but as soon as it´s dark outside...
we´ve been writing for days, but haven´t written one proper page so far. Thesis.
future is kinda coming, but we don´t know, if we´ve one or not. So far we don´t.
We need more coffee, more black tea, then everything´s fine. But did you know, that drinking 3 coffees and 2 black teas per day let you feel like taking drugs. At least I imagine it to be like that. More over your brain is always working - maybe that´s why extremely dreaming is part of our life. ;-)
Dienstag, 30. Juni 2009
moments like this
The moment, I noticed them, was, when they were already hugging each other. It was a 30m distance, but I followed them. After some time, they kissed for a last time, he took his suitcase and went away. But, wait, he didn´t just go like that. In fact he turned round 7 times; don´t worrie, I counted it. He made two or three steps, turned around to see her and then continued walking. Seven times. After seven times (she was finally getting ready to get in the car) he walked one step and then looked back, one step, looked back, one step,... I stopped to count.
It was a good moment. Even if I only stood there, waiting for the bus. I had to think about them the entire day. I saw him waving and her smiling. I don´t know them, but it doesn´t matter.
It was a good moment. Even if I only stood there, waiting for the bus. I had to think about them the entire day. I saw him waving and her smiling. I don´t know them, but it doesn´t matter.
Montag, 22. Juni 2009
When I dream.
I woke up tonight at 2a.m. and couldn´t fall asleep again. More than an hour I walked up and down the room, looked out of the window; I finally turned on the PC and saw sth new. It was scary, as I had dreamed from exactly those news the night before. I´ve even written it here in yesterdays post. It´s scarly accurate and that´s why it´s scaring. I don´t know, if I can really tell someone, that I dreamed about the future.
I don´t believe in signs at all and about all that stuff about dreaming I don´t care either. Actually.
I don´t believe in signs at all and about all that stuff about dreaming I don´t care either. Actually.
Sonntag, 21. Juni 2009
Ich hatte einen Traum.
Ich hab´wieder geträumt.
Und im Endeffekt könnte ich jetzt auch bereits wieder schließen, denn es kommt zu häufig vor, dass ich träume, mich erinnere und erzähle. Aber diesmal war es höchst lustig. Ich sah Menschen aus der Vergangenheit in Mönchskutten, ich traf Österreicher, die uns in einem südländischen Kloster typisch-österreich. Damenschuhe anboten und ich saß auf einmal in einer Deutsch-Italienisch-Stunde und konnte mich gerade nicht erinnern, was "verschlafen" heißt.
Ich sah neue Freundinnen von alten Bekannten, in der Mehrzahl blond und süß und auf einmal hörten wir Wassermassen fluten und - da ich keinen Satz dieser Sprache mehr hervorbrachte - ich musste an einem Schwimmmarathon teilnehmen, obwohl ich schwimme wie eine 3jährige.
Die Kurzfassung.
Und im Endeffekt könnte ich jetzt auch bereits wieder schließen, denn es kommt zu häufig vor, dass ich träume, mich erinnere und erzähle. Aber diesmal war es höchst lustig. Ich sah Menschen aus der Vergangenheit in Mönchskutten, ich traf Österreicher, die uns in einem südländischen Kloster typisch-österreich. Damenschuhe anboten und ich saß auf einmal in einer Deutsch-Italienisch-Stunde und konnte mich gerade nicht erinnern, was "verschlafen" heißt.
Ich sah neue Freundinnen von alten Bekannten, in der Mehrzahl blond und süß und auf einmal hörten wir Wassermassen fluten und - da ich keinen Satz dieser Sprache mehr hervorbrachte - ich musste an einem Schwimmmarathon teilnehmen, obwohl ich schwimme wie eine 3jährige.
Die Kurzfassung.
Samstag, 20. Juni 2009
The guy, that says Goodbye to you is out of his mind
Of course she´s not generally "better" than any other female friend, I have got. There are even some, I know better than her and with whom I spend more time. But still, I want to convince you, that she is a perfect girl. Perfect in a sense of "as perfect as a woman can be".
She´s changeable.
We went to an open air festival yesterday and she was dressed rock´n roll. I felt completely overdressed, as I couldn´t find my ACDC shirt and had to invent sth new. She had her hair coloured blond, sun glasses, one of those wild, but honest looking shirts, a black jeans and a leopardian scarf.
Once a month we go out to that russian club, which is a glamour location. She always knows, what to wear. She can look elegant and hot at the same time; she knows the difference between hot and cheap, between sexy and dirty.
She´s intelligent, but not a nerd.
She speaks german, russian and english fluently. She has lived in Portugal and I´m sure, she speaks portuguese as well perfectly; even if she would never say it. She studies to become a teacher and if you ask any of her friends, they would agree, that she´ll be a brilliant teacher. Few weeks ago she has made that internship at school and kids loved her, of course. But then, on the other hand, she knows, that she can´t be too cool to be taken serious from the kids, so she took off her tongue piercing.
She´s funny and has got a good sense of humor.
Sometimes she´s proud to be from Kazachstan, often she underlines, that this or that habit is one from Russia, even if she knows, that it is german. At university she understands to make people laugh, even the prof, even during a literature class.
She´s openminded and comes along well with anyone.
She doesn´t have more friends on StudiVZ, the german Facebook, than others, but I often wondered why. She´s got the talent of being close to anybody already few minutes after first seeing. But she doesn´t celebrate it, she is not proud of it or tells it to everybody. It´s her honesty and humanity, that let her behave naturally in front of everyone.
She´s independent, but lives for love.
She´s lived in Kazachstan, in Germany, in Portugal and Russia. This autumn she´s going to go to England for a year. She told me, she´d NEVER depend on someone or something and as much as she loved her ex boyfriend, it wasn´t endless love. She can´t imagine that.
After almost seven years (!) they separated last Christmas and she told me, that she had cancelled England for him, if he´d have just said one word.
So guys, that´s my opinion on a perfect girl. Is there something you miss? I wouldn´t understand it. Often I´m really sceptic about girls and women, I guess, I talk bad lots of times. In fact I talk worse, when talking about women than about men, but well.... that´s another subject.
Remember, that she´s single again! ;)
She´s changeable.
We went to an open air festival yesterday and she was dressed rock´n roll. I felt completely overdressed, as I couldn´t find my ACDC shirt and had to invent sth new. She had her hair coloured blond, sun glasses, one of those wild, but honest looking shirts, a black jeans and a leopardian scarf.
Once a month we go out to that russian club, which is a glamour location. She always knows, what to wear. She can look elegant and hot at the same time; she knows the difference between hot and cheap, between sexy and dirty.
She´s intelligent, but not a nerd.
She speaks german, russian and english fluently. She has lived in Portugal and I´m sure, she speaks portuguese as well perfectly; even if she would never say it. She studies to become a teacher and if you ask any of her friends, they would agree, that she´ll be a brilliant teacher. Few weeks ago she has made that internship at school and kids loved her, of course. But then, on the other hand, she knows, that she can´t be too cool to be taken serious from the kids, so she took off her tongue piercing.
She´s funny and has got a good sense of humor.
Sometimes she´s proud to be from Kazachstan, often she underlines, that this or that habit is one from Russia, even if she knows, that it is german. At university she understands to make people laugh, even the prof, even during a literature class.
She´s openminded and comes along well with anyone.
She doesn´t have more friends on StudiVZ, the german Facebook, than others, but I often wondered why. She´s got the talent of being close to anybody already few minutes after first seeing. But she doesn´t celebrate it, she is not proud of it or tells it to everybody. It´s her honesty and humanity, that let her behave naturally in front of everyone.
She´s independent, but lives for love.
She´s lived in Kazachstan, in Germany, in Portugal and Russia. This autumn she´s going to go to England for a year. She told me, she´d NEVER depend on someone or something and as much as she loved her ex boyfriend, it wasn´t endless love. She can´t imagine that.
After almost seven years (!) they separated last Christmas and she told me, that she had cancelled England for him, if he´d have just said one word.
So guys, that´s my opinion on a perfect girl. Is there something you miss? I wouldn´t understand it. Often I´m really sceptic about girls and women, I guess, I talk bad lots of times. In fact I talk worse, when talking about women than about men, but well.... that´s another subject.
Remember, that she´s single again! ;)
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