It was very close to midnight.
It was about 360th night.
All the lights from streets and stores
Shun inside her crystal globes
It was cold and festive like year before,
A smell so dear inside her core…
Sausages, cabbage, cookies and all the delicious bunch.
This year same as always, the question,
Why did she ate that MUCH?
And as she walked away from the feast,
Leaving decorated city and all his hungry beasts,
Everyone in the tram noticed something
She stay silent, she has not confessed
A crime was not to be avoided
She run outside, didn’t own her part
She escaped from admitting a fart.
I realized today that I have been ignoring the existence of Twitter for so long I had to check up how to write Twitter 😂 It is a thing here in Balkans, we just DON’T tweet. We do FB, yup, we do Instagram, oh yeah we do YouTube but but but but we do not do Twitter. MySpace was more popular here than tweeting lol. Also there is a second problem with it, we LOOOOOOVE to talk. By we I mean the region, Croats, Bosnians & Herzegovinians, Serbs, Montenegrians… Talking is how we do life. If your family is quiet and you live on Balkans, congrats to you! That is maybe also a reason we have to remind ourselves to use Twitter, and companies here kinda force it (but it is just not working)…
How am I supposed to fit my thoughts in 140 letters??? Wait, is it 140 or 160? …….It’s 140, I checked. 😊 #proud
I started to write this on Twitter and got into -300 something before I looked up and saw it. Nope, there is no way I can say/write everything that’s on my mind right now in 140 letters. Man, even WordPress is not on my side today! You see? You see how long is this post already?
Despite all the problems I am facing I am ready to act. I love love all of guys and girls and no I haven’t forget about you, and I love writing, making you and me happy, inspiring, telling just how it is, making challenges, completing weekly and daily Prompts…
GO TO CATEGORIES TO REMIND YOURSELF OF ME MYSELF AN I 😉
- COLUMN FOR DEEP STUFF, GETTING OUT OF MY HEAD ON A VIRTUAL PAPER AND INSPIRING
- PHOTOGRAPHY IF YOU ARE INTO IT – the feedback is much encouraged 🙂
- DIY STUFF
- AND HERE IS RANDOM TURTLE BOB WHO IS HERE TO ENTERTAIN YOU WITH RANDOM POSTS, JUST CLICK HIM #bobisfamous
Damm I write so slow on my – oh so not English keyboard – gotta get my game on, get my typing on mad like it was before.
I wanted to make a post (long planned) about a decoration I made from scratch from my idea and I needed photos I took. SD card from my camera was messing with me for a while, I couldn’t get it in the camera, we thought the mechanism broke (oh no) and today we got involved a bit more and really tried to see what is happening. After unsuccessful attempts to make the camera recognize the card, I placed it in the laptop. It recognized it last time but now…nope. “Needs formatting”
All Christmas photos, snow photos… Gone. Photos of my decoration…gone. 😦
I have found a tool online that is supposed to recover your lost files so I am waiting for it to scan everything. Thank God on smartphones! I took a lot of photos with them so now I actually HAVE something to show, not in the quality or the way I wanted, but it is a blog-saver. 🙂
Why am I writing this as a response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Use It or Lose It.”? Because there are SO MUCH worse things than this one – like the terrible illness we went through in January and some difficulties now. That was intense. I am actually thinking of getting a flu shot next winter! Being almost 27 yo! I do not want to go through that kind of hybrid flu ever again. Ever.
I had THE PERFECT image for this post and I spent an hour searching for it. Since I can’t look at screens again, that is an hour too long!! And I didn’t find it!!
I remember exactly how it looked like so I will recreate it; it showed bunch of people drawn cartoon-ish, they were black and above them there was a black speech bubble. In the middle of the crown there was a white person with small white speech/thought cloud, but the black big cloud was dripping black ink into the small white bubble.
You get it right?
No matter how positive you are, if you’re surrounded with negative energy and negative people, they will affect you in negative way.
I read a bunch of stuff about this and they always sound the same, get rid of those people. But what if that is not the option? What if they are your family? What if you are somehow stuck with this people in current situation?
I can only speak from my experience. When you are feeling a bit low, or exhausted, or it isn’t your day, no matter how hard you try to separate yourself from negative energy, it’s gonna affect you because you are weaker than normal. Likewise attract likewise. Negative feeds off negative. What can you do?
I don’t know what all those articles about this topic suggest, but what helps me is to find million things that make me normally happy. No, billion. If negativity has billion things to keep you occupied, bring out billion and one thing that is just plain awesome. It can be anything, from people you love, memories you cherish, things you look forward to, nature, books, movies, animals, pets, good TV shows, funny videos, great people around you and far away….. Everything. Bring your weapons out. 😉 If you’re stuck try new methods. If you don’t like meditating, don’t! Yell, shout, let it all out. (hehe) Go for a run. Or don’t. Play a video game. Zone out. Listen to music that feeds your soul. And most importantly, DON’T listen to negative energy. Shut it out. Literary. Close the door behind it, don’t let it into your space. Imagine as if you have a glass bubble like the one from beginning and your is white, transparent. Nothing gets in. You can observe other people get frustrated, mad, negative, but nothing gets in your bubble.
I desperately wanted to participate in this year’s NaBloPoMo but again, life happened. And I am not feeling well. So, I will participate now in this hour I stole from who knows where and answer to today’s Prompt.
Thursday, November 27
Where do you see your blog in one year? Five years?
I have no freaking idea. I got worried few days ago about my life in perspective of five years forward, because I am afraid that I won’t be able to do what I have planned. But then I remembered how it was five years ago and I realised that I don’t need to think about that. All is good. All will be good. I have granted myself freedom, I have allowed myself love. And that keeps me breathe deeply and happy. And it is really never too late to do anything I want to, it just gets delayed. 🙂 It is at times, very hard to get pass some things and to endure other. Then I imagine that I am bathing in a sea of love. Just love, everywhere around me. My love, other’s love for me, love in general.
I will keep sharing. I have this “privilege” to talk about something while it is happening. It’s not, yeah I’ve been there so I did this. No, I am walking my own talk. And I hope I will keep inspiring other people, that is my wish.
Off I go. ❤
This is my cat Kiki and today, by the special superpower from Daily Post (as if!) I get to tell her something she will understand.
“Stop being so scared. It’s four of us in the house. Every day. That object you have seen 10 times…it’s still the same object. We are not plotting to kill you in your sleep.” 😀
“Oh yeah, waking me up in 5 am… not cool Kiki, not cool.”
She looks like she is really trying to understand me in this photo haha, you think she gets it? 😉
p.s. Again the song inspiration for the title.
I was never in an airport to go somewhere.
Ok, scratch that. I was once in an airport going on a plane – on my school trip in seventh grade (13 years old).
So, yap, I was in a plane. I rode that shit.
I even looked at the clouds and got a shitty meal.
Yes, that fancy.
Waiting is a horror story without the music. Maybe sometimes there is music. Like in a dentist office, to cover the sounds of the horror going on in the next room. But it can’t. it never can’t. You still hear the bzzzzzzz and BBBBBBBBBZZZ and all sorts of sounds you just don’t wanna experience at all. Dentists are not scary at all, but we’re all afraid of them. Screw clowns, they should make a crazy dentist costume for Halloween. Everyone would be scared.
Waiting always seems thousand years longer. The mental difference between the person waiting and the person who is late is huuuuuuuge. The person who is late experiences minutes. The person waiting experiences life-questioning scenarios. What am I doing with my life? Was this the right job for me? How long can I wait before I start feeling anxious? Ok, five seconds. Noted.
And it’s most of the time like that. That’s why we look like morons when we wait. You look normal… Walking. Passing people. Walking. Going on stairs. Looking at the watch. Coming to THE SPOT. Realising that you’re gonna have to wait. Puf! You turn into an awkward monkey. Looking over people, looking around, not knowing what to do with your hands. You try to find a place to sit and there is none. Never. So you stand awkwardly. Or lean against the wall only realising how dirty it must be minutes after. And you wear a white t-shirt. Of course you do. And you pull out your mobile phone. Duuh! Something to make you look less weird and in anticipation. Yeaaaaah…. The phoneeee… But there is no games that interest you at that moment. So, you text the person who you are waiting. “Where are you? I’m here.” And they reply, I’m there in five minutes. And you know that’s not true. It’s the same text you send people when you’re stuck in a public transportation behind a tractor. You know! But… In a desperate attempt, you believe that. You look at the clock and start counting minutes. You actually forget that there is life… No waiting life. It is just you and that clock in that moment. Finally time passes. Your impatience is starting to kick on your nervous system and now you’re trying to talk to someone to ease the pressure. Hell, you know very well what the time is, so you start telling people you hear are asking.. “25! Four and 25!” And they look at you with a weird thank you. You are now on the edge.
And still on the edge.
One thought before a second, angry message.
But, they arrive. And after the opening angry sentence and their apologies, you start walking and behaving like human again.
And the life continues.
This was stream of my thoughts. For the record, I have no idea what I would do in an airport if I had to wait. I would be to excited or nervous to sleep. I would probably make friends and chat about random stuff. I suppose that is not smart thing to do.