mona lisa, i know why your smiling.
you don't have to say a word. and everybody loves you.
i can't talk. i hate to speak.
i mean, i love languages. i love some sentences, love words and letters. but only written ones.
i hate to have a conversation. i always don't know, what to say. (well. afterwards i know) what to answer, how to express my feelings, my opinion. when it comes to using words, i'm only good at writing.
i'm writing, because i can't talk. i write, to say, what i can't say. i write to speak.
Freitag, 9. Dezember 2011
Freitag, 7. Oktober 2011
hey big daddy, whatcha doin' tonight?
mona lisa, i know why your smiling.
you don't have to greet people all the time.
naturally, i try to escape every akward-situation. so, when i see people i know, but don't like, i try to get out of their way, so they can't see me. works out for me.
but sometimes you meet people you just have to greet, because there standing right in front of you. no escape. so you greet. and sometimes, there's that akward moment, when they look at you like: who the fuck are you?
and walk away, without a nod, or a smile or hello, or whatever you do, when you greet.
and you're like: omg, why did i greet him/her/them? that's soooo embarrassing. hate it.
but, today i tought 'wait a minute'. there's no, abso(fuckin)lutly reason to feel ashamed. you're not the impolite one. you greeted.
it's them.
it's so easy to show a little reaction. why not smile, nod, and then walk away. that's what i do, when someone i don't know greets me. happens not that often. i hardly remember names, but i'm a face-fanatic. i remember every face i ever met. the girl behind the h&m-counter? remembered. the woman who yelled at me for driving in the wrong direction? remembered. the guy, who never talked to me, but sits right in front of my desk, while seminar? remembered. actually, that guy once sat in one of those big-halls at university. i took a seat behind him, and he kind of said 'hello'. he never talked to me before. yet he greeted me. confusing. i didn't belive it. so i asked:
hey, did you just say 'hello' to me?
i think, what i'm trying to say is: we shouldn't be afraid. or ashamed. simply greet. you can't mess it up.
you don't have to greet people all the time.
naturally, i try to escape every akward-situation. so, when i see people i know, but don't like, i try to get out of their way, so they can't see me. works out for me.
but sometimes you meet people you just have to greet, because there standing right in front of you. no escape. so you greet. and sometimes, there's that akward moment, when they look at you like: who the fuck are you?
and walk away, without a nod, or a smile or hello, or whatever you do, when you greet.
and you're like: omg, why did i greet him/her/them? that's soooo embarrassing. hate it.
but, today i tought 'wait a minute'. there's no, abso(fuckin)lutly reason to feel ashamed. you're not the impolite one. you greeted.
it's them.
it's so easy to show a little reaction. why not smile, nod, and then walk away. that's what i do, when someone i don't know greets me. happens not that often. i hardly remember names, but i'm a face-fanatic. i remember every face i ever met. the girl behind the h&m-counter? remembered. the woman who yelled at me for driving in the wrong direction? remembered. the guy, who never talked to me, but sits right in front of my desk, while seminar? remembered. actually, that guy once sat in one of those big-halls at university. i took a seat behind him, and he kind of said 'hello'. he never talked to me before. yet he greeted me. confusing. i didn't belive it. so i asked:
hey, did you just say 'hello' to me?
i think, what i'm trying to say is: we shouldn't be afraid. or ashamed. simply greet. you can't mess it up.
Donnerstag, 6. Oktober 2011
be mine....
mona lisa, i knoooow why you're smiling
it's because you want that too, i know.
seen here:
coolthingsyoucanbuy
it's because you want that too, i know.
seen here:
coolthingsyoucanbuy
cause baby... we've got tonight.
mona lisa, i know why your smiling.
you don't need a watch.
well, i definitely need one. not to see the exact time, but maybe to know how much time has already past.
since my last post it's been... whoa, it feels like months. actually, it's been 4 month. so sorry.
so here's what you missed: my transformation. my evolution (if i were a pokemon). i've gone green, red/orange and red. see:
btw, i think i have a problem with time. not that omg-i'm-getting-old. but i waste my time to damn often. i wish i could stop that, but, come on, who honestly ever could.
you don't need a watch.
well, i definitely need one. not to see the exact time, but maybe to know how much time has already past.
since my last post it's been... whoa, it feels like months. actually, it's been 4 month. so sorry.
so here's what you missed: my transformation. my evolution (if i were a pokemon). i've gone green, red/orange and red. see:
Dienstag, 19. Juli 2011
hello, i love you, wont you tell me your name...
mona lisa, i know why you're smiling.
your secret, probably.
you know me. so you know more than i do. i don't know who i am, i know who i was the past two years, and that person isn't someone i want to be anymore. it's like the mad hatter said to alice, i've lost my muchness.
but i'm gonna get it back. somehow, i feel like i have to make a step forward, to be the person i've been before, a long time ago. maybe it's not one step, but a long, long way to go, but if i never start walking, i may never know. wow, that was a rhyme.
so, in order to get my muchness back, i'm starting this.
this will be... chaotic. 'cause i will be writing about a lot of things. so, maybe you just look at the pictures. you don't have to read what i write, at least not all, especially when i'm writing more than ten sentences. but whatever you do, do it with all your heart, and do it with joy. that just sounded like a new slogan for my life. maybe i will follow that rule myself.
your secret, probably.
you know me. so you know more than i do. i don't know who i am, i know who i was the past two years, and that person isn't someone i want to be anymore. it's like the mad hatter said to alice, i've lost my muchness.
but i'm gonna get it back. somehow, i feel like i have to make a step forward, to be the person i've been before, a long time ago. maybe it's not one step, but a long, long way to go, but if i never start walking, i may never know. wow, that was a rhyme.
so, in order to get my muchness back, i'm starting this.
this will be... chaotic. 'cause i will be writing about a lot of things. so, maybe you just look at the pictures. you don't have to read what i write, at least not all, especially when i'm writing more than ten sentences. but whatever you do, do it with all your heart, and do it with joy. that just sounded like a new slogan for my life. maybe i will follow that rule myself.
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