Under the Stars

You Are Best Described By The Starry Night

by Vincent van Gogh

What Famous Work of Art Are You?

The Mona-Mensah Hypothesis

Thhrough logical deduction we (namely myself and dr.-to-be Akosua Mensah) have concluded that black people are actually the final reïncarnation stage of white people who tan easily.

Ponder the following:

1) Tanning comes in stages: Once you've passed the red-white-red-white stage you never grow back into it.

Logically this must be the physical expression of a  psychological evolution.

2) Ultimate psychological evolution leads to enlightenment.

Thus, the darker your skin the closer you potentially are to nirvana. With the sub-Saharian African homo sapiens sapiens as a last stepstone. If you screw up there and then however you are doomed to become a mere forefather/mother and you will never reach nothingness.

3) Since we have now concluded that all races are merely a graduation of psychological evolution, all afterlife whether it is call 'heaven', 'paradise', or... is of no matter because all of it is located in Israel, which is conveniently located on the scrap of land linking the major "white" areas of the world with the major "black" area.

We will gladly hear your comments and further arguments.

The Game is on!

I would not consider myself a competitive person and yet I find myself competing on three domains with someone whom we will henceforth call Dieudonné for the sake of anonimity.

The first domain is that of scriptwriting. I doubt not that I shall prevail. I have experience with the software in use, I have written scripts before and I am on the whole more active in the field of fiction both as a reader and a writer.

The second is that of blogging, starting tomorrow, we will both post daily, articles of about a hundred words and see who keeps up. Once again I fear not. My experience far exceeds his/hers and (s)he may have more time during the day, the select bunch of nutcases I meet everyday will make up for that by providing inspiration.

The rules of the above mentioned competitions are yet to be determined, but will I hope appear alongside the first competion-post.


And the last domain is one I will not discuss in further detail as to maintain the air of vagueness and mystery. I need however not predict an outcome because I have already lost.

Too Vague

That is what I am being accused of.


And it is true, but I always hope that at least the people I'm referring too will know I mean them. I have given up naming the friends concerned for privacy reasons but still I suppose it would all be a lot clearer if I really said what happened or is going to hopen or I wish would happen. (There I go again: vague vague vague).

Well I'm done, ask me in person what it is you want to know, and if I won't tell you, then maybe you don't need to know.

What now....?

I may have forgot to add 'my love' in the title  of this blogpost, but it isn't really love that bothers me. I know who I am not in love with. And I know who will break my heart soon enough without me speeding up the process by overthinking it all.

It is more friendship that ails me. 

One friend claims she doesn't blame me. But it seems undenieble that my doings, my rashly undertaken actions, my stupid stupid stupid belief it would be for the best made her feel hurt and betrayed, and I cannot blame myself enough.

Another friend, I wish I could see everyday and yet somehow we barely manage to see eachother once a week. I find it terrible and yet what can I do? Besides keeping her always on my mind?!

And the last, though maybe the one I might have to worry about least, in fact I am certain that she will say I worry to much but every day I feel like I fail her simply for not being able to offer her the support and comfort she deserves.

And so three darling friends are slipping through my fingers. Possible very well possible I'm exagerating but well, one mustn't deny one's feelings.

Torn

It would be utterly wrong to say I'm confused, or even to say I'm in doubt. I know what I feel; extacy, joy, guilt, desire, excitement, anticipation, sadness and gloom to name the most important ones. And all these feelings are merely natural.

It is not wrong to enjoy the physical and emotional warmth of being cuddled up.

It is rather normal to eagerly anticipate whenever the next time may be.

It is understandable that one feels bad when the actions one takes are taken ill by those one loves (God this sounds all so vague). Nobody likes to see a friend hurt, let alone be the cause of that friend's pain.

It is a simple pleasure to meet new people and hope that you may have found a new friend.

But it is a little much to feel all this at once. 

Story of my life.

All of you, my dear reader are well aware that I am not a lucky person and that i like to complain about it. Whenever life does not turn out the way I picture in my mild/wild fantasies I moan, groan and lament about it. You will hear me say 'Just my luck' or 'Typical' or 'Why always me' at every setback ranging from not winning the lottery (again) to being rejected (again).

But one not so very pleasant event takes places in my life about once a year; the disappearing of my trusty steel horse. Hence I would like to claim 'My bike got stolen. Story of my life.' as my line and mine alone.

Quote #29

If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

P. G. Woodhouse
British humorist & novelist in US (1881 - 1975)

Inner Muse

Your Inner Muse is Melpomene

You are most like this muse of tragedy. While you aren't depressed, you don't shy away from sadness. Although you do tend to be gloomy, you have a sensitive side. And this sensitive side helps inspire and help others.

What Muse Are You?

Ikae Crossing

One must do something, and so it happens that after reading a book, correcting English tests, preparing lunch, doing the laundry and taking a shower (in no particular order), I found myself on the way to Ikea where I timed the cross-Ikea run of two of my housemates. 

Uh... and that's about all I really had to say.