Andromeda

Life long story

10/7/10 10:06 pm - 07.10.10

Another day. Again and again I imagine myself standing in the middle of crowded street and people passing. It is like I'm not even there, I'm transparent. Everyone rush somewhere. It is like a race to them - life. Do I have to run too? Where? How?  And question of all questions - why?

I am still waiting for miracles to happen. Is that naive? Probably, but is part of being myself, I guess.

Some people speak alien language to me and I, very possibly, speak alien language to them.

Interesting things found out about my so beloved purple color, it is even in my name and my nickname.

8/25/10 09:56 pm - 25.08.10

Šodien "profesionalitāte" lien laukā pa malu malām. Paši jau tik smej, bet it's awesome to know those things, even if it might seem alien language to some people.

Dienas atziņa - tad jau labāk izkrist no mikriņa nekā kļūt par nastu citiem, kad esi vecs un nevarīgs un turklāt vēl sirgsti ar, kā es to saucu "omīšu sindromu". Tas var skanēt smieklīgi, bet ja tā padomā nopietnāk tā ir arī viena no manām bailēm. Man gribētos būt aktīvai un prātīgai arī esot vecai.

Nam nam, paņēmu palasīties Zvaigžņu karu klasiku. Pēc pirmām lapām spriežot, it is like all sci'fi stories I love so much. :)

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