Tag: english

Thanks

Since writing the last post i’ve been translating the 110th Bleach episode. The fun is, i still have loads of maths homework to do, but i guess i’ll skip that for the second lesson tomorrow – geography, which is the best place to do homework. Really.


Fifth gear

On monday i’ll have a double driving lesson, as i wrote earlier, and next day my exam. Don’t want to write about this though, just use it as a bridge between what i want to say and the title. So, when i’m driving, the greatest feeling for me is that when i leave town and i can switch fifth gear and speed up to ninety kmph – similarly is it good feeling for me now that i seem to have switched fifth gear in life too: i manage to do such things i couldn’t earlier, could do more work and more creative fun, not to mention relax activies such as reading or… well, reading. Right, i’m joking, i don’t only read, but you probably know that well – eg, this evening i’m going swimming, which i couldn’t do in a month due to the pools being closed.


Wishlist

If someone accidentally had about $400 to spare, could donate it to me, or at least buy me an iPod Touch. That’d be fun to have… Joking. I don’t think i could be careful enough with a such sensitive gadget, that has such a relatively huge screen. How am i supposed to bring that thing along? In my pocket? No, thanks. That’s already far too full. A large-capacity Shuffle may be fun, but then, that one has no screen, which’s still a good thing to have. So, i think i’d go on with my one gig MuVo… By the way, i’m wondering what costs $400 in an iPod…


Idea

Making yourself a mugful of hot english tea is always a good choice when you’re working and you’re feeling cold. And i shall be working now full power, all daylight hours all day whole week.


Bang!

Thus came the recognition that i should’ve done loads of things today. Should’ve written at least four mail instead of two, should’ve written thousand lines of script code, should’ve confessed (yeah, that way), should’ve… stopped after that code thing. Well ok, this is likely all i will produce for now. Tomorrow i’m having my driving exam in traffic, please root for me. Now off back to the conceptual sea of the internet then reading Jonathan Livingston seagull.


Add_c__ve

All right. I somehow managed to put it down. I almost feared that i may drown in that merely conceptual ocean, where they were sailing on a merely conceptual ship, trying to survive and meanwhile defeat a merely conceptual shark in some way. What am i talking about?


Bitterness and joy.

Somehow i’m happy that i’m not hunted by a Ludovician, but if i may still happen to be running away from one sometime in the future, i hope it’ll eat me as quickly as it can. Still, everything would be better than slowly losing my memories, and with them, myself. On the other hand, some humans also possess the ability to turn people into someone else. Those are dangerous ones, as they are totally concealed by their human outfit, still they are… something more. Or not? Dunno. I’m talking strange again, nay? I hate to be played around with. Really. So please, be so kind and decide, you who have something to decide in relation to me. Thanks.

By the way, the Ludovician is the idea of Steven Hall, playing an important role in The raw shark texts, the book i’m reading now.


Surreal

Right now i was standing in front of the balcon door, staring outside into the darkness. I was drinking water, from a 1.5 litre pet bottle. I was standing only in shorts, as i’m heading now to the baths. Just so that you know my circumstances. Outside, the clouds’ edge were glittering with the sunshine, giving their dark silhouettes bright borders. And then, as i looked over towards the street, i saw a street light shimmering across the foliage of the bushes in front of the house. The real thing came after that: somehow i focused back to the glass of the door, thus realising that that light shone exactly where my eye’s reflection was on the glass. Just as if i were some otherworldly creature, in a human’s body. Or something like that. But it really felt demonic, my face transparently reflected by the glass and that light shining bright where my eye should’ve been. Who knows?


Love?

This one quite much expresses my feelings now. I think.

Title: Rockin’ Romance
Creator: ~DUALink


New feat

I know that i’m lazy, good-for-nothing, but it’s still not the podcast flash, but a brand new thing i just came up with: if you check it out, you can sign my blog using that form in the bottom of the right sidebar – it should be there if you have JS. I use JS here too, just as for displaying my e-mail, so that spam-bots won’t be able to catch it, or in this case, to spam it with their annoying stupidities. Feel free to sign. I’d be happy to know even those of you who only occasionally pop up here and do not comment, just read my … well, should i rate these writings also stupidity? Don’t think so, i hope they’re not in one league with the “buy something” stuff. Agree?