Zenysterical

I shall resign to the fact I cannot possibly accomplish all things. We are not even talking about the general "all things", not even "all things on a deadline", but, as you might have expected, "all things on a deadline for me". Warning: energy level approaching an all time low.

Its

It's the day when he calls and you can feel relaxed and dizzy at the same time.

It's the day when you grab a cheeseburger from the Micky Dee's just so that you don't faint starving while waiting for your order to be picked in Pizza Hut.

It's the day we you change one flight reservation for the other and you end up paying half of the initial price.

LATER EDIT
It's the day when you are roaming to find a vacant parking spot, end up improvising, practically miles away from home, walk all that distance only to find a big fat space just across your entrance.

LATER LATER EDIT
It's the day when you are at Pizza Hut, and you don't notice patented prime time TV celebrity, and it's them who call you on your mobile just to say hi.

On time

Dear Time, what am I supposed to do with you?

Why are moms, mine included, great

Because they feed your friends. They proofread your books. They want you home for Christmas, even when you plan differently. And the list goes on.

Me and rent boys

In Turkey, apparently, I am good for rent boys. That's got me thinking. It's not necessarily happy thoughts about my (coming of) age. So I have mood-switched to "I must look affluent enough to afford a rent boy". Hence, my reply to [Chicken], that's what he said his name was, "I am just another poor boy".

No comment

Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

Shift delete

The darkness was deep, but I have managed to silently and accidentally loose the complete contents of my inbox.

Adventures in winterland

Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven't even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border... I only remember a traffic light hanging in wind. The movement was so regular, I though it was activated from inside the passport booth.

Under the heavy unstoppable rain, Istanbul looks more and more like Venice.

Fuck mobile volume

Ve: "...blabla"
me: "By the way, is T there?"
Ve: "Yes"
me: "Does he know that I am talking to you?"
Ve: "Yes"
me: "Then give him my regards"
Ve: "OK"
T, in the background: unintelligible
Ve: "He returns them"
Fuck, it means he's heard all I have said. And how I have said it. Gonna feel a bit sick now. Life tells there is no use in me hiding. I am so looking forward to the next two years to be over.

I don't believe in microwaves

And I dress in a dysfunctional way. My friends tell me I dress from the future. I know I just need the attention. I think it's ironic how one of my friends, everybody suspects he is gay, has recently told me I dress so gay. Gee. Shut'up, gurl!

PS I am learning from this gaypornoblog that Hungary is once again one step ahead Romania. Could not be bothered to double check the information.

How should I put it

Yesterday's chicken was in fact very good. Both then and now. Sometimes I'd rather have cold leftovers from yesterday's doggy bag than to cope with outside world. Mary J Blige on heavy rotation!

Not lost for words

But I have been short of the following: spree, like in shopping spree, hoops and studs. Both of the later refer to earrings.

Rose

As I remember, Rose was beautiful as she could only be, but she might as well could've sported a fair warning "Thorns included".

It's official

I am allergic to cats. Stamped and sealed!

Wearing glasses indoor, feeling and looking like Stevie Wonder

Today belladonna has messed my plans. I am kinda enjoying this.

The right person is wrong

When our failing persists, it is because we don't have the guts to change ourselves.

Thought I'd share my "discovery" list

Let's start with Mark Ronson, in particular feat. Nikka Costa on the track that gives the name of the album: Here comes the fuzz. Yeah, I was actually looking for the more commercial Stop me. Also for the new album of Annie Lennox.

The movie revelations this past week, for me, Stranger than fiction and Motorcycle Diaries. Also the French Film Festival openning last night with Persepolys, a must see, mainly in black and white. Revolutionary. Really.

See no books on the list? Maybe because I have stopped reading until further notice.

Every morning

Without fail, the robot takes over: makes coffee. drinks the coffee. Then the human takes over: he checks his Internet vitals. Then the robot goes to work.

Anything of the kind

The end of happiness is another way of dying. The fact that we know about it, doesn't actually bring it. So, keep on walking, viva la resurrection.

Dedicated to the ones I love(d)

Underground thoughts

I still find it difficult to forgive you not really appreciating my presents. Also, their reckless and apparently irreversible lending to third persons I didn't really care for.