Tracks...

... life never seems to get onto the ones you imagined. So anyway this is a quick update to show that I am still alive. Thankfully Nikolai and Ivan decided I am too much fun to miss having around so I permanently found a living quarter for now. As usual time is not enough with school and work , and suprisingly good amount of classy computer games (going out this month) eating it away but I will try to realize few of the ideas swirling in my head. One in particular will reveal my geeky side. After my webcomic bookmarks passed over fifty I will start a little research upon why each one of them has gotten my attention and share with you which ones will remain there and get a place in the little link tag to the right. Cheers, to all the dawgs and kittehs checking this rant!

Dawn...

The morning light revealed two vague shapes moving slowly along the coast. Both were tall and male. The slimmer was also taller. The skin of that person was way smoother and pale in comparison to that of his companion. The winds have made it parch and the sun has burned dark colours onto it. The waves ended their jorney at the persons' feet. Slowly pacing ahead in slight disunison the men broke the smooth sand before them. Both left tracks behind that the waves quickly came to engulf and dissolve. The slimmer person's tracks were more shallow and the path behind him was shorter. As the men continued on their way the older man seemed to talk to the younger one. Who heard the words, some of them hit him deep in his mind and soul,... many words of wisdom. But while listening, the young man decided to keep his eyes and ears open to see the everbright light embracing the world, to hear the sound of the sea gently wispering and to feel each grain of sand passing under his fingers... in search of words of his own.

Seafloor...

As always I suck at fulfilling my goals and promises. So again almost another month without an update. At least life goes on... Even without me posting seemingly senseless rants about this and that. Good for the world or I would have been the doom of us all...

And indeed life has been going on. Work is going fine but when back home I somehow manage to occupy myself with everything but not checking my studies left for the summer. And living like a hermit crab doesn't let you have enough time to focus on stuff like that. Or so I delude myself. After leaveing my former residence I really felt like a squishy little crab wondering what happened to his old cozy shell. I have been fortunate to accomodate two temporary shells so far and I must say it was and is fun. On the side not I really like to thank Neda and now Nickolai and Ivan for their hospitality. I want to assure you that I will try to force myself to grow my own carapace around this squishy body of mine so I can bear the harsh currents of the our ever so turbulant sea...

Till next we meet, or don't...

Working the studies...

Status: Epic Fail
Let's review this terms score for now: BAD!
And while trying to master my studies for this term's end is a challenge itself, combining it with getting a job might be not my wisest decision. But well from my experience in MMORPGs greater challenges reap greater rewards. Though I am not so sure if I can solo this :D

Dreams...

Dreams are a strange matter. I mean those we seek to fulfill in our future. And recently I understood how important having dreams can be.

It is interesting how different people think and perceive the world differently and cope with it differently. For example I think my dad has followed a pretty clear to him path in life. And I find it must be one’s goal to learn to see at least the next few steps on his road. How my dad has held his head cool and been determined to follow his path I do not know. Maybe his interest in the exotic and his extensive yoga training help him see himself and things around him more rationally… What I am heading to is the fact that meditation is a tricky matter as everything in life. While my dad can lie down for half an hour, calm his breath, chill and rise up refreshed to come up with a plan for the rest of his day or the next week, this process can be nothing like that for another person. Or for example some persons might not have found this process for them… like me and insight can hit you on strange places.

Yesterday at some point in the discotheque I got bored and sat down at the sofa reserved for our little group as we had a birthday party. While reaching for my drink I wondered why I am not having fun… And at this point when no one is paying attention to you and you are seeking none I found out that you can see through things around you very clearly – the females seeking attention, the males hungry for sex, the couples having fun around… enough to make you loose interest in what is around but what is inside you. Then a question from a game I recently played on the PSP ringed in my mind: “What is your dream?”… And strangely I couldn’t answer that. I realized I missed the focus into which to pour my work and determination… It was easy the first year in university, I got a nice girlfriend and I just wanted to be nice to her and to pass all my exams and you know what I did it. But strangely this year was totally hectic both in realtionships and university is not so smooth… I realized it is not the girl that influenced me but the fact I didn’t have clear goals to pursuit. Hopefully now that I know the cause of bringing slack and disarray I might finally start dealing it and decide what I want to do. In the end no one did anything by lingering on his bottom and picking his nose :D.

Let's get it on...

It is past midnight, so I guess it is a good time to continue with the next post in a manner worthy of the beginning. And you see few days ago I dropped by my Ex to say hi! and I got the feeling I lost two hours of my life, but... wait let's make a twist. Yeah who wants to listen to some boring stuff like my former relationship. And so lets get some more fascinating spark of insight...
Yesterday I was waiting for the forsaken bus to get and I track my thoughts - "Hmm... is this blog idea any good, what can I write about that is fun and intriguing...", and I flip various ideas in my mind and suddenly I see this big poster at the bus stop with a long-legged chick (to catch man's attention, and of course I fell for that) and big yellow capped letters - the name of the club that is not important and "dance club" and something about opening soon. And so I was standing in the chilling winter air and it hit me - "yeah, i can talk about dancing". So lets develop what was twisting in this confusing mind of my own while trying not to fall asleep on the ride home .
The feeling that popped up inside me was eagerness. Suddenly I realized I haven't danced in ages. Or at least I felt like that. And on the side note - I freaking love to dance. I just can't imagine why some people say "I hate to dance". It is like saying that you don't like music, any music. It is unnatural. For I have witnessed that music and dance are among the most natural and satisfactory activities to entertain yourself with (beside some also "oh so natural" activities that usually require a person of the opposite gender). Where was I? Yeah, why would someone say that he/she doesn't like dancing. I bet the excuse will be "I can't dance.", and all the variations like - "I can't dance well.", "I don't like dancing..." and so forth. And that I guess is what made me write about dancing. To ask all those people that are ashamed to dance, when are they finally gonna jump up and shake their booty. Cause nature has gifted us with this body capable of such complicated movements and abilities that are invoked at will. If we were destined just to have some method to move steadily we would have had slug torsos to crawl around. Gosh, this post is getting too hectic, but hell I like it. Let's get to the point at which I have managed to convince you that dancing is cool. And you will still tell me, "Yeah, yeah dancing is cool but what can I do when I can't dance...". Well, nobody is born an astonishing dancer, like nobody is born astronaut. You just have to get up and let the music flow true you. Switch on your favorite genre of music and rock. I remember how ashamed I was in high school. Gosh it sucked big time. But just forget for a second all the sneers, evil smiles and laughter that might follow and let your body do the trick. And mark my words, usually the people that mock you are people still afraid to get past their fear to stand up and dance. Yeah mocking other people that are trying to deal with problems you are too afraid to face sucks, so all of you schmucks out there look at yourself first.
Back on the roll. So your are up and trying to dance and what's next... Well that is it and everything becomes much better with some practice. Like the other "oh so natural" activities *wink*.

I definitely need to hit some dance club this week... See ya.