I like songs with weekdays in them:
I don't like Mondays (Boomtown Rats)
Ruby Tuesday (Mick Jagger)
Wednesday Morning 3 AM (Simon & Garfunkel)
Thursday's Child (David Bowie)
Friday I'm In Love (The Cure)
10:15 Saturday Night (The Cure)
Sunday Bloody Sunday (U2)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Day 11.757
Thought the misery woud have passed by now but...NO!
Seems like I have a productive year ahead in terms of blogging.
Why is it that I rather drown in my misery than lift myself out of it?
Take this morning for example:
I turn the radio on and of course its playing the most uplifting song a monday morning has ever heard: ‚Nothing compares to U’
And instead of turning the radio off immediately, I sit down and start shedding tears.
According to a study of over 300 adults, on average, men cry once every month, and women cry at least five times per month.
It’s only the18th but I guess I have completed my lot!
And why?!
Well.. partly I blame the fucking misery outside.
I haven’t seen a ray of light in the last four weeks. Seems like the sun has disappeared.
Thinking of buying one of these light therapy products and maybe some 'Nature Sound System': Waterfalls, Whales...hell, maybe even frogs... (even though I cant stand them)
I wish it would rain! But it doesn’t .
It does nothing! Berlin is in limbo! Berlin is fuckin’ grey.
Wim Wenders ‚Der Himmel über Berlin’ should have been called ‚ just 'GREY!'
Seems like I have a productive year ahead in terms of blogging.
Why is it that I rather drown in my misery than lift myself out of it?
Take this morning for example:
I turn the radio on and of course its playing the most uplifting song a monday morning has ever heard: ‚Nothing compares to U’
And instead of turning the radio off immediately, I sit down and start shedding tears.
According to a study of over 300 adults, on average, men cry once every month, and women cry at least five times per month.
It’s only the18th but I guess I have completed my lot!
And why?!
Well.. partly I blame the fucking misery outside.
I haven’t seen a ray of light in the last four weeks. Seems like the sun has disappeared.
Thinking of buying one of these light therapy products and maybe some 'Nature Sound System': Waterfalls, Whales...hell, maybe even frogs... (even though I cant stand them)
I wish it would rain! But it doesn’t .
It does nothing! Berlin is in limbo! Berlin is fuckin’ grey.
Wim Wenders ‚Der Himmel über Berlin’ should have been called ‚ just 'GREY!'
Monday, January 4, 2010
Day 11.743
Harry:
Why don’t you tell me the story of your life?
Sally:
The story of my life? (…) Nothing’s happenened to me yet. (…)
Harry:
Suppose nothing happens to you. Suppose you live there your whole life and nothing happens and you never meet anyone and you never become anything and finally you die one of those New York deaths where nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts out into the hallway.
(Extract of 'When Harry met Sally' - one of the greatest scripts of all time')
So..I'm asking myself...What's the story of my life?
That it is against me?
I haven’t been able to sleep or eat properly for three weeks now and been suffering of quiet a speedy heart rate. Even the machines in the gym keep telling me: Danger!!! Inflated Heart Rate!!! (If you continue, you die!) Die if I what?! – Continue to breath??? Stupid machine! This is my INACTIVE state.
I know I should quit coffee. I really should!
The new year is 4 days old and I’ve already broken with new year resolutions.
Instead of quitting to smoke - I started. Instead of talking to friends – I’m ignoring everybody. And in general…instead of being a good person, doing my family proud, I’m probably about to become a bad one, disappointing everyone (causing a funeral of surprises...)
So ..why do we have purposes, intentions?!??? Just to break them?
Why don’t you tell me the story of your life?
Sally:
The story of my life? (…) Nothing’s happenened to me yet. (…)
Harry:
Suppose nothing happens to you. Suppose you live there your whole life and nothing happens and you never meet anyone and you never become anything and finally you die one of those New York deaths where nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts out into the hallway.
(Extract of 'When Harry met Sally' - one of the greatest scripts of all time')
So..I'm asking myself...What's the story of my life?
That it is against me?
I haven’t been able to sleep or eat properly for three weeks now and been suffering of quiet a speedy heart rate. Even the machines in the gym keep telling me: Danger!!! Inflated Heart Rate!!! (If you continue, you die!) Die if I what?! – Continue to breath??? Stupid machine! This is my INACTIVE state.
I know I should quit coffee. I really should!
The new year is 4 days old and I’ve already broken with new year resolutions.
Instead of quitting to smoke - I started. Instead of talking to friends – I’m ignoring everybody. And in general…instead of being a good person, doing my family proud, I’m probably about to become a bad one, disappointing everyone (causing a funeral of surprises...)
So ..why do we have purposes, intentions?!??? Just to break them?
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