Montag, 30. Juli 2007

me & myself & i listing

[x] arrogant
[x] selfcentered
[x] egoistic
[x] loyal
[x] fighter
[x] faithful
[x] honest
[x] lier
[x] masking
[x] being real
[x] drinker / smoker / having sex ôO
[x] not fanatic, but fan
[x] tired as hell

[x] good night =)

I'm not religious

‘I was brought up as a Buddhist. The monks taught me that the spiritual road was one of constant renunciation: we must overcome our feelings of envy and hatred, any doubts about our faith and any desires. I managed to free myself from all of that until one day my heart was empty; my sins had all disappeared, but so had my human nature. At first, I was very pleased, but I came to realise that I no longer shared the joys and passions of the people around me. That was when I abandoned religion. Now I have my conflicts, my moments of rage and despair, but I know that I am once more close to other people and, therefore, close to God.’

Sonntag, 22. Juli 2007

“Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm”

Decision made. Taking a time out from one of the things in my life which make me at the moment sadder then happier. where to go, what to do, who to be?

i'm on my way... finding my strength again, finding me again. realising that some fights with others and within myself are not important, but silly time-stealing rubbish.


1.) i always said i keep my promises till the bitter end. this time i won't. at least a break for one month, then i see what happens... if something happens... what i don't think anyway.

almost one year ago i was exactly on the same point. standing there, saying to myself "just one more try and then i screw it". i drove to slovenia, said my things, expecting changes, for work, for private, for myself. those changes seemed to happen... but it was just make-up on the surface. nothing really changed. just the person who were acting, but not the roles in which they were acting. staying the same. “History always repeats itself twice: first time as tragedy, second time as farce.” so... i just have to decide if it's now the tragedy or the farce. i think it's the farce, since i had the same struggle before with the manager.

i don't know what i'm up to. working base? then leave the private stuff out. then it's just work. private base? then we quit working. mixure? no problem for me since i can PERFECTLY seperate between working-me, concert-me and private me. (nope no fan-me oô this role never fitted to me. i'm not fanatic). but others can not seperate.

so what to do? being like my *friend* who goes now to slovenia, being when she's talking with me, angry about the behaviour, saying she quits, but she doesn't and when it comes to problems, leaving it to ME to talk about, because i can't lie... i can't play ... okay i can play a role but i don't want to. i don't want to play the *everything is okay* game, when something is going wrong. i don't want to play the *i do everything for you* game, when i'm not in that kind of mood, when i don't mean it 100%.
of course it's easier for her. she has me. i argue, i fight. she gets the good things then without any effort, because it was me who shouted. not my role anymore.

don't get me wrong my dear readers =) *hugs petra & lam* *waves the others*. i don't want gifts. i don't want machine wrote paper telling me thanks. what i want? clear boarders, kept promises, a clear *what is it now*. as i said. working + private is okay, but then i have some expectations. a note that somebody has no time, when there is no time. a short "hey how are you". small talk *shrugs*. if it's just work... cut that out but cut everything private out. even the *thank you* weeks later. a forced thanks is a written FU. nothing else.


2.) i don't like it when people have a pic of me in their mind. that prevents them from seeing ME.
there was one person, quiet interesting on the first talk, even more interesting on the second... and one of the persons who (as i think) can't seperate between work and private. "i like you.... on a working base". nice ôO imagine: i can even work with people i dislike. anyway. on a working base =/= private base =/= private contact. if the private contact is giving i am private. then i expect a fragging "don't have time but read your mail" note. a "how are you" without me asking. interest in my person... in the whole person. the deep thinking one, the small talk one, the sad and the happy one. if there is no interest... no private contact. i'm not a person who is there for others only when they are sad or need someone to talk. if somebody needs that: seek a psychologist. it's not my job. of course i like deep talking. who knows me, knows it's the best time for me. but not always. yes i expect something. but not anymore from that person. working base. that's it. that's what that person wants... i guess... because he's not talking to me. i don't want that shit. i don't want to be the one to always give the impuls.


so anyway anyhow. the best things to get me away are:

breaking promises.
no real boarders or rules.
no interest in ME.
coming only to me when there's something to do for me.

no. i don't want that shit. maybe i talk other way, when i'm done finding myself. maybe after moving. i don't think so. of course the impuls i want to hear can come, and maybe i am then in the mood to give it another try. i don't know.

but no silly games right now.

Montag, 16. Juli 2007


And so it will be, until a man emerges who is meant to become the Great One. And, if he chooses the side of Light, then Light will win. But, those, to whom the truth has been revealed, say that he will choose Darkness. For it is easier to kill the Light within oneself, than to scatter the Darkness around... The prophecies are coming true.

Geser / Nochnoj Dozor

“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us”

Today is my moms birthday. hard day, hard time.
what's the best to do? beside sendin sms "hey, should i be earlier at your place? love you"?

being there. holding tight. showing love.

“They can't hurt you unless you let them.”

survived 3. root channel treatment =) one left. pain is pleasure -.-'

Sonntag, 15. Juli 2007


Agent Smith: "Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?"

Neo: "Because I choose to."

The Art Of War

“Let your plans be dark and as impenetratable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”

Sun Tzu

Although we're apart....

i feel you


the coast where he sings is a part of Rügen, which is in the baltic sea... just a few kilometres from my old home town

Samstag, 14. Juli 2007

In Vino Veritas

What is it that sometimes leads me into feeling superior to the people i see on the street?
today i walked from my mom to a party, listening to music, drivin in the sub, walkin again... and every time i met somebodys eyes i had this little pitying smile on my lips which i love so much, this arrogant look in my eyes saying "awww poor little human, do you feel lost? you're gonna die soon anyway"

not that i feel immortal, hell no, i'm (to my pity honestly) totally aware of the fact that i'm gonna die. i just feel... superior.

than i stepped into this party... seeing people who drank a lot, who talked to people with a smile on their face and when turning around lookin disgusted like they smelled dead animal.

and again i felt superior. those people play these silly little games people play, trying to win in life. but compared to me they are not aware of it. these little polite smiles you give to persons, the moments you help people you don't like... and you're saying to yourself "i'm just helping". and why? because you feel better than, you feel superior.

and me? sometimes i play these games. sometimes i don't recognise it. but most of the time... WHEN i play it i WANT to play it.

i help people i like. there there are also moments when i say: "listen, i can't answer right now because i might say something we both can't excuse". whoever hear this sentence from me can consider himself as by me seen as a friend.

i also help people i don't like. when i see an advantage for myself. not by saying "i'm such a good person blabla" but by knowing this person can do something for me in return. i call it the bank of complimentary (the words are stolen from coelho). i pay some time in and get something in return. PERIOD. nothing more. nothing less.

then there are people i don't like... who try to push me away from something i do like. who even might not know that they do so.

they play games. games which they will lose. because they just see the person they want to *destroy*. i see the game, the way... and i feel sorry for them and just stop the game. taking the step out. leaving the scene.

it's not running away. it's being fully aware of what is happening with me when i take part at the games the others play. i will become like them. and i don't want that.


there are plenty of them.

but i am who i am. and not what they are.

so =) go, play your silly games, you game players out there. be happy about winning. be sad about losing. i tell you a secret. come closer. real close.

you will die, no matter how many games you won or lost.

and on my deathbed i won't count the fights i fought to win over somebody. but the fights i fought with myself to stay who i am. not how you want me.

good night and sweet dreams drinkers, fighters, losers, winners... and the few... handfull of people i consider as friends. may you always be aware of the honor to be my friends. i will tell you the truth. i will tell you what i think about your doing. honestly. and if i don't... it's just because i don't want to hurt you, i don't want to tell you the things your heart tells you already minute by minute day by day.

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

Party on


last weekend i was @ the opening party of the famous Kitkat Club

since it was the opening, *normal* street wear was allowed -.-' lots of people came to *have a look*.

the party itself was somehow overrated. well yes there WAS live sex on the dance floor, at the pool aso. but the fine games of erotic playing... nothing there. flirted with some guys, got light for my cigarettes, a bit playing, but still saying "thanks, but no thanks".

not that they weren't good looking (hot to say)... but... two were looking for a dominant woman, and i'm not... at least not in bed. and the others... i'm not just flesh *shrugs* there are women where they can pay for 5 minute sex.

i want more, even from a one-night-stand. a little talking, a little playing, a little "oh you're looking good" or something like that.


Goddess, protect our doubts, because Doubt is a way of praying. It is Doubt that makes us grow because it forces us to look fearlessly at the many answers that exist to one question. And in order for this to be possible…

Goddess, protect our decisions, because making Decisions is a way of praying. Give us the courage, after our doubts, to be able to choose between one road and another. May our YES always be a YES and our NO always be a NO. Once we have chosen our road, may we never look back nor allow our soul to be eaten away by remorse. And in order for this to be possible…

Goddess, protect our actions, because Action is a way of praying. May our daily bread be the result of the very best that we carry within us. May we, through work and Action, share a little of the love we receive. And in order for this to be possible…

Goddess, protect our dreams, because to Dream is a way of praying. Make sure that, regardless of our age or our circumstances, we are capable of keeping alight in our heart the sacred flame of hope and perseverance. And in order for this to be possible…

Goddess, give us enthusiasm, because Enthusiasm is a way of praying. It is what binds us to the Heavens and to Earth, to grown-ups and to children, it is what tells us that our desires are important and deserve our best efforts. It is Enthusiasm that reaffirms to us that everything is possible, as long as we are totally committed to what we are doing. And in order for this to be possible…

Goddess, protect us, because Life is the only way we have of making manifest Your miracle. May the earth continue to transform seeds into wheat, may we continue to transmute wheat into bread. And this is only possible if we have Love; therefore, do not leave us in solitude. Always give us Your company, and the company of men and women who have doubts, who act and dream and feel enthusiasm, and who live each day as if it were totally dedicated to Your glory.



stolen from here

Donnerstag, 5. Juli 2007

miss ya

momentan ist richtig,
momentan ist gut
nichts ist wirklich wichtig
nach der ebbe kommt die flut

am strand des lebens
ohne grund, ohne verstand
ist nichts vergebens
ich bau die träume auf den sand

und es ist, es ist ok
alles auf dem weg,
und es ist sonnenzeit'
unbeschwert und frei

und der mensch heißt mensch
weil er vergisst,
weil er verdrängt
und weil er schwärmt und stillt
weil er wärmt, wenn er erzählt
und weil er lacht,
weil er lebt
du fehlst

11 minutes

"Despite her apparent freedom, her life consisted of endless hours spent waiting for a miracle, for true love, for an adventure with the same romantic ending she had seen in films and read about in books. A writer once said that it is not time that changes a man, nor knowledge; the only thing that can change someone's mind is love. What nonsense! The person who wrote that clearly knew only one side of the coin. Love was undoubtedly one of the things capable of changing a person's whole life, from one moment to the next. But there was the other side of the coin, the second thing that could make a human being take a totally different course from the one he or she had planned; and that was called despair. Yes, perhaps love really could transform someone, but despair did the job more quickly."

Dienstag, 3. Juli 2007


root channel treatment can be without pain. experienced last week. or with lot of pain. experienced today

*garg* i want my mom and a hot chocolate and a bandidos >.<