Ja ne razumim.
How could their departure move me so much...?
Speech and gabbling, goodbye kisses, farewell hugs. The bus is waiting.
Sometimes it is better not to think back.
Sometimes it is just better.
Što radite? Idete li domu?
Zašto ne možete čekati, ljudi?
You're driving me to tears.
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Friday, 22 May 2009
Tears
Another weird dream?
The first part was about some Zelda animation I made, first 2D, then 3D something. (Also, a sea and beach appeared in the dream.)
The end was weird. My uncle had me hold a speech and I failed horribly. He told me that I was very bad (or something along those lines). I got depressive and ran away from the people. Then I hid on the staircase in our school and saw my Biology teacher going, apparently to our class (which in fact wasn't). She returned and spotted me. I started to cry and opened the window, leaning out. I asked her if she didn't want to see me die, she said no. But she was kinda angry.
...well, what the fudge? I woke up with my face in tears.
The first part was about some Zelda animation I made, first 2D, then 3D something. (Also, a sea and beach appeared in the dream.)
The end was weird. My uncle had me hold a speech and I failed horribly. He told me that I was very bad (or something along those lines). I got depressive and ran away from the people. Then I hid on the staircase in our school and saw my Biology teacher going, apparently to our class (which in fact wasn't). She returned and spotted me. I started to cry and opened the window, leaning out. I asked her if she didn't want to see me die, she said no. But she was kinda angry.
...well, what the fudge? I woke up with my face in tears.
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Kandidat Leben
Sie wissen nichts von Wahrheit?
Sie wissen nichts von Gerechtigkeit?
Sie wissen nichts von Liebe?
Davon wissen Sie nichts?!
Ich danke, es genügt.
Wir sind fertig, Kandidat Leben!
Sie wissen nichts von Gerechtigkeit?
Sie wissen nichts von Liebe?
Davon wissen Sie nichts?!
Ich danke, es genügt.
Wir sind fertig, Kandidat Leben!
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Brief Story of Unhappiness and Despair
"A sudden flashback... Please, no...
The bell rang.
Friday's class was over. Another weekend was about to start.
I sighed. It didn't mean happiness to me. There was a reason why I hated weekends, and Fridays.
There they went, my classmates. I didn't hold anybody particular back; I preferred being alone and hated the masses of people in the locker room.
Five more minutes I sat, staring on my watch. Just like I usually used to do.
The moment I reached the locker room, I suddenly shivered.
Yes, I saw her. Nobody else.
It was too late to turn back, she had spotted me. And smiled at me.
The evil smile I knew so well all the past years.
It was completely paranoid.
Being the polite person I was, I didn't turn around and go. Or rather, it was something much bigger.
Slowly I approached the girl.
I walked past her, put my bag on the bench and unlocked my locker.
I was lost in thought. I didn't know what to do.
I felt like she was watching every tiny movement I did.
More shivers.
'Did you like that speech?', she asked me calmly. Her voice shattered through the invisible force wall which had seperated my thoughts from my rationality.
'Constantine's speech? It was... alright... I guess...', I slowly said, trying to keep calm. With the corners of my eyes I glanced at her.
I tied my shoelaces, while I heard her closing her locker.
There was some silence. Finally I closed my locker and got back to my bag.
She was still arranging some stuff in hers.
I hesitated.
'Hannah', I said. She looked at me, and I watched her eyes.
I had never done that often.
Her eyes were not beautiful; that would have been an insult to their real pulchritude.
There was something in the eyes, catching me.
What did her smile tell me? That little smile.
And I forced myself...
Slowly I went up to her. And I took her in my arms.
She replied the hug.
She replied the hug...
She replied it...
I could have cried. I could have died.
I didn't try to kiss her. It could have ruined our friendship. And my pride. And my life.
What did I live for, then?
30 seconds passed, and my heart exploded.
I let go. Unwillingly. But conscience took overhand. Just when my feelings had come to a weak point.
And I watched her gentle face, as its smile widened. Beyond imagination.
'You're so cute', she whispered.
I turned to get my bag.
She's distant to me now. Because she knows I love her.
With her help, I managed to see colours. Beautiful colors. Colours of life. They've never been here before.
I had been blind before. Truly blind.
How could I be that stupid?
Colours of happiness, colours of love, colours of life...
Why are they fading? Fading away? Fading to black?
What have I become? What have I become?
Those colours...!
I don't want to lose them... ... ..."
The bell rang.
Friday's class was over. Another weekend was about to start.
I sighed. It didn't mean happiness to me. There was a reason why I hated weekends, and Fridays.
There they went, my classmates. I didn't hold anybody particular back; I preferred being alone and hated the masses of people in the locker room.
Five more minutes I sat, staring on my watch. Just like I usually used to do.
The moment I reached the locker room, I suddenly shivered.
Yes, I saw her. Nobody else.
It was too late to turn back, she had spotted me. And smiled at me.
The evil smile I knew so well all the past years.
It was completely paranoid.
Being the polite person I was, I didn't turn around and go. Or rather, it was something much bigger.
Slowly I approached the girl.
I walked past her, put my bag on the bench and unlocked my locker.
I was lost in thought. I didn't know what to do.
I felt like she was watching every tiny movement I did.
More shivers.
'Did you like that speech?', she asked me calmly. Her voice shattered through the invisible force wall which had seperated my thoughts from my rationality.
'Constantine's speech? It was... alright... I guess...', I slowly said, trying to keep calm. With the corners of my eyes I glanced at her.
I tied my shoelaces, while I heard her closing her locker.
There was some silence. Finally I closed my locker and got back to my bag.
She was still arranging some stuff in hers.
I hesitated.
'Hannah', I said. She looked at me, and I watched her eyes.
I had never done that often.
Her eyes were not beautiful; that would have been an insult to their real pulchritude.
There was something in the eyes, catching me.
What did her smile tell me? That little smile.
And I forced myself...
Slowly I went up to her. And I took her in my arms.
She replied the hug.
She replied the hug...
She replied it...
I could have cried. I could have died.
I didn't try to kiss her. It could have ruined our friendship. And my pride. And my life.
What did I live for, then?
30 seconds passed, and my heart exploded.
I let go. Unwillingly. But conscience took overhand. Just when my feelings had come to a weak point.
And I watched her gentle face, as its smile widened. Beyond imagination.
'You're so cute', she whispered.
I turned to get my bag.
She's distant to me now. Because she knows I love her.
With her help, I managed to see colours. Beautiful colors. Colours of life. They've never been here before.
I had been blind before. Truly blind.
How could I be that stupid?
Colours of happiness, colours of love, colours of life...
Why are they fading? Fading away? Fading to black?
What have I become? What have I become?
Those colours...!
I don't want to lose them... ... ..."
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Time
is relative.
Tomorrow is school and it kinda scares the crap outta me.
Now I want to die. (But there's a wolf at the door.)
Tomorrow is school and it kinda scares the crap outta me.
Now I want to die. (But there's a wolf at the door.)
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Now...
...what's going on here?
I'm not motivated to do anything, yet bored.
Though I'd love to play some Mafia rounds now. But pieguy isn't around.
Hmm... what should I do?
I'm not motivated to do anything, yet bored.
Though I'd love to play some Mafia rounds now. But pieguy isn't around.
Hmm... what should I do?
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