Living the life
Being taught to fight
Flowing through the motions
Let the others hide!
The protector is here
Victory is near
The feast of the enemy
Thrown over by fear!
Let our voices be heard
Let our feelings be stirred
We are free!
Let’s pass on the word!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Vanished into the air
Computer technology is supposed to improve our lifes. At most points it does. We can be at the other side of the world in only a matter of seconds, we know the latest news, can share thoughts, stories and other personal things without meeting anyone face to face (though I'm not so sure if that's a positve thing) and many, many people rely on the modern day technology, because it is such a big part of our lifes. We don't know how to life without it. Multinationals, other companies and bussinesses excist and survive only because of this technology.
But in the personal zone it is causing annoying troubles - though world wide we've also shared a fair number of technological dissasters, think of all viruses that come along with Internet and everyone's worst fear coming true by hackers getting into high security systems (I've read that 10 milion medical files in the States are 'stolen').
However, these problems can be closer to home. For instance, PC's that don't work like you want them to, notebooks that loose power after only have an hour, photo's that can't be retrieved anymore because the notebook's system is incomprehenisble to the average John or Jane Doe.
This last part is exactly what happened to me today, I figured 'hey! lets watch some photo's from the summervacation of 2006!' We were in Italy at the time and my father had just bought his Nikon D70 Digital single-lens reflex camera, and was using it, of course. The qualitly of those pictures was enormous. They had so much colour (color? O *sigh* the annoying difference between American English and British English!), they were so much brighter and so sharp, every detail was beautifully visible.
Anyway, I wanted to see those photo's, because I remembered there were a couple of nice pictures of me in a nice dress. Yes, yes, I know, I sound a little vain. So you can imagine how utterly annoyed I was when I discovered that those pictues were nowhere to be found! I checked every possible space, but that file was missing.
Usually, my father keeps a copy of all of his photo's on his notebook, and guess what he did not two weeks ago? Precisely, thinking that everything was on the shared drive, he erased all of the photo's on his Notebook. And now, the photo's of me in my pretty dress are gone and since neither of us knows how to get them back, we have no way of seeing them, ever again.
The memories aren't gone, but the specific sight of a certain place are not always correct in our memory, that's why we have pictures.
It's a shame, really.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tales
For ever and ever bound in love
Once upon a time, in a far, far away country, there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. Both lived happily, but felt that something was missing. On a beautiful summers day, where our story begins, they met. When they looked in each other’s eyes, they fell in love. From that moment on they were inseparable. Everywhere she went, he went and the other way around. They felt their heart was whole, they didn’t ask for anything anymore as long as they were together. Everyone could see how happy they were together. The happiness of the pair was only interrupted by his family, who didn’t like the princess very much. At first, he didn’t take notice, but after a while he couldn’t ignore the things they said. Frightened of the torn of this father, the prince broke off his relationship with the princess.
The princess felt like she was dead on the inside. She missed her prince so much; she couldn’t eat, sleep or drink. She was crying all day. After a month of mourning she started to eat and drink again, it took her two months before she slept trough the night. She understood he would never return and she tried to move on.
The prince seemed to have moved on, a long time before the princess could even sleep. The first time the prince and princess met in society, after their separation, he had another princess at his side. The princess pretended she didn’t care and pretended she had the best time of her life. She felt sore and she wished she hadn’t seen him, because she loved him so much.
Months passed by and the princess started to live again. The prince, however, realised how much he missed her and how much he loved her. He thought of many way of getting her back. He even talked to his father and persuaded him to throw a ball and to invite every princess in the country. His father, the king, agreed with his son, without knowing the real reason for this sudden desire for a ball, and in a fortnight one thrown. The ball was beyond our mortal imagination.
The princess had received an invitation to the ball and was glad to hear it was a masked ball. She still loved her prince and hoped she could see a glimpse of him. All her friends and her family told her she shouldn’t go, they were frightened she’d come home, broken.
The princess didn’t listen to her relatives and went. Her gown was made of golden silk and her face was hidden beyond a beautiful golden veil. As she approached the castle in her white carriage, the prince was getting ready for the ball. He wore a black suit, with a golden crown in his hair; his mask was made of black substance that isn’t known to mankind.
The prince searched for the princess in the crowd, but whenever he thought he found her, he was wrong. The princes, however, had seen him and she saw that he spoke to almost every young woman in the room. Her heart broke every time he spoke to one of the pretty princesses and she felt the desire to leave.
As she turned, the prince looked up and saw his beloved princess. He ran after her, calling out to her and, finally, made her stopped walking.
She had walked in to the garden. The sound of the music had dimmed to a background.
The handsome prince walked towards her and the beautiful princess felt her knees shake.
‘I love you, I’ve been a fool and I hope you can forgive me. I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Spoke the prince.
‘I love you too. Yes, you’ve been a fool, but so have I, I didn’t fight for you. I forgive you and I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Replied the princess.
Happily ever after, you may think. This, however, isn’t the end of the tale. Soon after their reconciling, they made plans to wed one another. His family didn’t approve and the prince was taken away from his princess, again.
The prince was forced to marry someone else and the princess died on the spot; she died of a broken heart.
To those who intent to break their lovers heart, think twice and remember the princess who died of a broken heart.
Once upon a time, in a far, far away country, there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. Both lived happily, but felt that something was missing. On a beautiful summers day, where our story begins, they met. When they looked in each other’s eyes, they fell in love. From that moment on they were inseparable. Everywhere she went, he went and the other way around. They felt their heart was whole, they didn’t ask for anything anymore as long as they were together. Everyone could see how happy they were together. The happiness of the pair was only interrupted by his family, who didn’t like the princess very much. At first, he didn’t take notice, but after a while he couldn’t ignore the things they said. Frightened of the torn of this father, the prince broke off his relationship with the princess.
The princess felt like she was dead on the inside. She missed her prince so much; she couldn’t eat, sleep or drink. She was crying all day. After a month of mourning she started to eat and drink again, it took her two months before she slept trough the night. She understood he would never return and she tried to move on.
The prince seemed to have moved on, a long time before the princess could even sleep. The first time the prince and princess met in society, after their separation, he had another princess at his side. The princess pretended she didn’t care and pretended she had the best time of her life. She felt sore and she wished she hadn’t seen him, because she loved him so much.
Months passed by and the princess started to live again. The prince, however, realised how much he missed her and how much he loved her. He thought of many way of getting her back. He even talked to his father and persuaded him to throw a ball and to invite every princess in the country. His father, the king, agreed with his son, without knowing the real reason for this sudden desire for a ball, and in a fortnight one thrown. The ball was beyond our mortal imagination.
The princess had received an invitation to the ball and was glad to hear it was a masked ball. She still loved her prince and hoped she could see a glimpse of him. All her friends and her family told her she shouldn’t go, they were frightened she’d come home, broken.
The princess didn’t listen to her relatives and went. Her gown was made of golden silk and her face was hidden beyond a beautiful golden veil. As she approached the castle in her white carriage, the prince was getting ready for the ball. He wore a black suit, with a golden crown in his hair; his mask was made of black substance that isn’t known to mankind.
The prince searched for the princess in the crowd, but whenever he thought he found her, he was wrong. The princes, however, had seen him and she saw that he spoke to almost every young woman in the room. Her heart broke every time he spoke to one of the pretty princesses and she felt the desire to leave.
As she turned, the prince looked up and saw his beloved princess. He ran after her, calling out to her and, finally, made her stopped walking.
She had walked in to the garden. The sound of the music had dimmed to a background.
The handsome prince walked towards her and the beautiful princess felt her knees shake.
‘I love you, I’ve been a fool and I hope you can forgive me. I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Spoke the prince.
‘I love you too. Yes, you’ve been a fool, but so have I, I didn’t fight for you. I forgive you and I don’t ever want to be parted from you ever again.’ Replied the princess.
Happily ever after, you may think. This, however, isn’t the end of the tale. Soon after their reconciling, they made plans to wed one another. His family didn’t approve and the prince was taken away from his princess, again.
The prince was forced to marry someone else and the princess died on the spot; she died of a broken heart.
To those who intent to break their lovers heart, think twice and remember the princess who died of a broken heart.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
In The End
In the end, we’re survivors
In the end, it all comes clean
You may not know,
Or you just haven’t seen
In the end, the child laughs
In the end, we’ll all smile
You may not know,
Or you haven’t been here a while
Hope grows and fear will pass
Dreaming and true love will forever last
In the end, we’ve lived like gods
In the end, we’ll say we did
You may not know,
But true it certainly is!
In the end, it all comes clean
You may not know,
Or you just haven’t seen
In the end, the child laughs
In the end, we’ll all smile
You may not know,
Or you haven’t been here a while
Hope grows and fear will pass
Dreaming and true love will forever last
In the end, we’ve lived like gods
In the end, we’ll say we did
You may not know,
But true it certainly is!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Must Read This One
The Shadow of the Wind by Spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafon, is another must-read book on my list. I've read it about a half a year ago and I consider it quite good. If you like to solve mysteries, this is the book for you. Mind you, the beginning is a bit slow, but after that it is a pageturner (it was for me, anyway).
The Shadow of the Wind isn't easy to explain, actually, it sound a bit boring when you try. Nevertheless, the story about the adolensence years of Daniel in post second World War Barcelona are wonderfully written. You can really see him run through the streets, hoping to find his girlfriend and the author of his favorite and most priced possesion, a book called 'the shadow of the wind'. Even though, none of the above sounds convincing I really thing you should give it a shot! It will be worth your time, and if not, well, you can't have it all.
"If you thought the true gothic novel died with the nineteenth century, this will change your mind...This is one gorgeous read."--Stephen King.
"Anyone who enjoys novels that are scary, erotic, touching, tragic, and thrilling should pick up "The Shadow of the Wind.""--The Washington Post.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Warning: Horror ahead!
Warning: The following is not meant for anyone with a weak stomach, who gets nightmare easily or is scared quickly in general. Be warned!
I screamed. Blood was pouring out of the skies like tears flowing over a cheek, the sewars boiled up blood red eyes, the tree leafs were replaced with recently cut off ears, blood dripping from the earlobes, beheaded zombies raised their bloodied arms and started to creep forward. I backed away as quickly as I could. I ran into a alley with no way out..
The walls were like gushing rivers of human insides. I surpressed the urge to vomit and I swallowed the fear that had gotten a hold of my body, that had climbed up my throat, that was paralyzing my tongue.
The zombies closed in on me. They were only five foot away from me, hauling rickling iron shackles, making growling noises. They stopped four foot away from me. Just one zombie continued to creep forward, crouched to the ground, progressing slowly. His clothes were ripped apart and I saw red stains on his skin. His skin was not only red, but also brownish, grenish and purplish. Like it had been thrown of a tall building.
Completly bruised and broken.
The dicapitated corpse was limping closer, holding a bloody chainsaw, which snarled furiously.
He heaved the dripping thing over the place where his head was suppose to be and I shrank back. I tripped over a dead body lying behind me. I did not take the time to look at the face, did not bother to think of who it might be. I crawled back to my feet and tried to search for an opening in the wall. The zombie stepped forward and held the chainsaw further above the empty spot that once had held a face. I saw him coming. I couldn't make a sound. I was too terrified. The chainsaw flashed forward as I raised my hands to protect my face. How useless.
"Honey! Honey! Wake up!" My lover's face was only inches away from mine, looking anxious. Thank god, it was only a nightmare. Still shaking from the intensity, I snuggled closer into his arms.
The end.
No, this wasn't a real dream of mine. I just wrote this down during a boring class. I've edited the original a bit (so this is the edited part).
I screamed. Blood was pouring out of the skies like tears flowing over a cheek, the sewars boiled up blood red eyes, the tree leafs were replaced with recently cut off ears, blood dripping from the earlobes, beheaded zombies raised their bloodied arms and started to creep forward. I backed away as quickly as I could. I ran into a alley with no way out..
The walls were like gushing rivers of human insides. I surpressed the urge to vomit and I swallowed the fear that had gotten a hold of my body, that had climbed up my throat, that was paralyzing my tongue.
The zombies closed in on me. They were only five foot away from me, hauling rickling iron shackles, making growling noises. They stopped four foot away from me. Just one zombie continued to creep forward, crouched to the ground, progressing slowly. His clothes were ripped apart and I saw red stains on his skin. His skin was not only red, but also brownish, grenish and purplish. Like it had been thrown of a tall building.
Completly bruised and broken.
The dicapitated corpse was limping closer, holding a bloody chainsaw, which snarled furiously.
He heaved the dripping thing over the place where his head was suppose to be and I shrank back. I tripped over a dead body lying behind me. I did not take the time to look at the face, did not bother to think of who it might be. I crawled back to my feet and tried to search for an opening in the wall. The zombie stepped forward and held the chainsaw further above the empty spot that once had held a face. I saw him coming. I couldn't make a sound. I was too terrified. The chainsaw flashed forward as I raised my hands to protect my face. How useless.
"Honey! Honey! Wake up!" My lover's face was only inches away from mine, looking anxious. Thank god, it was only a nightmare. Still shaking from the intensity, I snuggled closer into his arms.
The end.
No, this wasn't a real dream of mine. I just wrote this down during a boring class. I've edited the original a bit (so this is the edited part).
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Images of Budapest, Hungary
in the Matthias Church
at the Fisherman's Bastion
at Heroes' Square
at Heroes' SquareSunday, March 8, 2009
Paramore rocks!
I've discovered a new band: Paramore! I totally love their music. I especially like their songs 'We are broken', 'Misery Bussiness', 'Conspiracy' and 'CrushCrushCrush'. I first heard of them last November, cause they play the soundtrack for Twilight 'Decode'. After that a close friend introduced me to 'CrushCrushCrush' and I was sold. Hayley is the leadsinger and she's pretty good! The lyrics don't always make sense (as a good friend of mine pointed out a couple of days ago), but I don't think that matters. The sentence individually are nice one's.
I can't wait until they finally come to Europe!
This is the lyrics of 'We are broken'. You should really listen to the songs of the mentioned above on youtube and buy the album, of course, don't download them online for free.
We are broken
I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this
*refrain*
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Yeah
'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole
Lock the doors
Cause I'd like to capture this voice
It came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this
*refrain*
Tower over me
Tower over me
And I'll take the truth at any cost
'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole
Just for the record, I don't own the lyrics.
Enjoy the music!
The Sun is Shining
Right now, I'm in our garden. Enjoying the sun. I'm glad winter is almost over and spring is showing her beautiful face from under the ground. Within a couple of weeks the leafs will be on the trees again, flowers will be blossoming and the sun will be nice and warm. Because, yes, it is still freezing cold outside. My fingerstips are frozen, as I am defying the cold and enjoying the first real strokes of sunshine on my face. It's healthy to be outside, that's what my parents have told me many times over.
Sunlight is good for us. Did you know that children who do not play outside (in the sun, mind you) enough will get O-legs? Apparently this has something to do with the fact that sunligh contains vitamine D and that is neccesary for our growth. Of course, too much sunlight will kill us (skincancer, ring a bell anyone?), so we just need to find a middle ground.
Why am I sitting outsite? Well, I'm kind of horribly white. Seriously, it starts to get creepy. It is almost vampire-white. Honestly, the only thing I'm missing are the teeth (or if you've read Stephenie Meyers version of vampires, the glowing like diamonds) and the unhumanly craving for blood. Oh yes, most significant, I'm not dead. Yet, anyway. If the coughing keeps going on and on like this, I'll cough myself to death. Nice, look out. *Being very sarcastic*
So, to get on with things, I figured, let's enjoy the sun! And, now, my parents will stop complaining about the times I spent in my room. Plus I hoped that the fresh air would give me some inspiration to continue my lovestory (which is called 'Angels' by the way), but sadly, no. I've only added another 400 words to it.
And as the sun is lowering down to the horizon and the minutes are ticking by, I am and always will be a sun person. Give me spring and Italian-summers at anytime!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Curious little thing
There's this curious little thing called time.
Time, apparently, can heal all wounds, will make us forget things and indicates that life has moved on.
In the last month I've experienced the differences in time. Time moving very slowly and time moving akwardly fast. So fast, you start to fear you'll never live.
For instance, I have my finals coming up in May and that's only two months away! Yet, a month ago, I was totally relaxed, 'Oooh! I've got enough time!' NOT! Welcome to the harsh reality of time!
But I also experienced slow time. And no, I wasn't bored. For two wonderful weeks I had done so many things, seen so many people, talked so much in one day that it seemed to last forever. True, I went to bed late and up, somewhat, early, so I probably had five more hours in a day than I usually had, but those week in my memory seem to stretch over a lifetime, rather than just two week. A long sentence, I know, but it is just so strange to live a life that usually has weeks flying by and now, having had two whole weeks which seemed to be months! In a good way, mind you.
Now, life is back to the way it was, a new friend is the only difference, but seriously, I had the time of my life!
Time, apparently, can heal all wounds, will make us forget things and indicates that life has moved on.
In the last month I've experienced the differences in time. Time moving very slowly and time moving akwardly fast. So fast, you start to fear you'll never live.
For instance, I have my finals coming up in May and that's only two months away! Yet, a month ago, I was totally relaxed, 'Oooh! I've got enough time!' NOT! Welcome to the harsh reality of time!
But I also experienced slow time. And no, I wasn't bored. For two wonderful weeks I had done so many things, seen so many people, talked so much in one day that it seemed to last forever. True, I went to bed late and up, somewhat, early, so I probably had five more hours in a day than I usually had, but those week in my memory seem to stretch over a lifetime, rather than just two week. A long sentence, I know, but it is just so strange to live a life that usually has weeks flying by and now, having had two whole weeks which seemed to be months! In a good way, mind you.
Now, life is back to the way it was, a new friend is the only difference, but seriously, I had the time of my life!
Monday, March 2, 2009
A little poem
For one time goes fast
For the other time is pure cruelty
The absence of you
Is like a fire in my heart
Burning and scratching the images of my soul
I don’t know where it went wrong
Or what truly happen to us
But I know I will never surrender
I will be here forever, waiting for you
To come around and meet me again
One day we will be back
To what we once were
Have been before
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