Old gals…

24.03.2005  •  Osebno0

When`s that?

23.03.2005  •  Osebno1

Penzionistka v recepciji: “A to bo v bodoči prihodnosti?” — An old lady at the front desk: “So that will be in coming future?” (can anyone offer a better english translation?)

Ah…the beauty that is life. I just came back from Baya, smiling like an idiot. Words are a poor medium when relaying the message of feelings and emotions. It`s amazing how everything is just…it`s like it cannot go wrong. Certainty. And it`s amazing how I could go on like this. How I will go on

Why are you reading this?

22.03.2005  •  Osebno7

Post in comments.

Blank.

•  Osebno0

You know how sometimes you are unable to speak? How sometimes you fix your eyes and not really use them, while your brain is “somewhere else”? How sometimes you are so deep inside your mind that you are unable to see what is out there? I am babbling. I think the deal I had with

This is the current work-happening. I`ve noticed that I did not post anything in the “Job-related” category. I wonder why? Anyway, it started yesterday, the workshop, people coming in from all over Europe, the loud italians, big austrians, nosy americans… Right now Ljudmila feels like something from a Chuck Palahniuk novel…”a living, breathing organism“. So

Weekend full of meaning

21.03.2005  •  Osebno1

You get an invitation by your girlfriend`s mother to come over for sunday lunch. You leave on monday. Everything in between is poetry. I was nervous. Like I said before, usually the buck stops when I meet the parents. I guess it`s karma. This time, it was so different that I still cannot completely believe