Saturday, November 27, 2010

Stavam agresivna….

[22:21:18] Dobri: hahaha
[22:21:21] Dobri: kakto ti kazvash
[22:21:27] Dobri: jivota ni izpravq sreshty neshta
[22:21:33] Dobri: za da gi preudoleem ;)
[22:21:49] Dobri: vidq li sega...

 



P.S. Ironiq na sydbata… Taq sydba… mi ide da vzema da i razbiq neshto tejko v glavata… Pochva da me izbiva na agresiq ot neinite kreativni resheniq… Znam, che skoro shte doide momenta, v koito az shte zapochna da si igraq s neq… and it’s gonna be FUN…

Monday, November 8, 2010

Uvolnenie!

Ako Sydbata ne moje da si vyrshi pravilno rabotata, shte byde uvolnena!
Aman ot nekadyrnici…
Biva li s vsichko sam da se spravq choke, za da znae che nqma da ima izdynki, problemi i nepredvideni situacii?

Friday, November 5, 2010

“Песимизмът е настроение, а оптимизмът- воля.”

Pesimizmyt v jivota e vypros na nastroenie… moje bi dori prishtqvka… da se cupish….. da nedovolstvash… da tyrsish vinata v drugite I da skrystvash ryce zashtoto nishto ne zaviselo ot teb… I da chakash… nishtoto da se sluchi…



Naposledyk imam nujda da byda negativno nastorena… predpolagam che tova e ot nqmaneto na kakvo drugo da pravq I che moga da si pozvolq da byde pesimist v dadeniq moment… poprincip chovek ima I nujda ot takiva momenti…melanholichni I … samotni… kogato se zatvarq v sebe si … i… prepdolagam obshtuva s vytreshnoto si az… dava si smetka za KYDE KAK ZASHTO KAKVO…. zatova I kogato nqkoi se opitva da me uspokoi… az se iznervqm dopylnitelno…

NQMASH PRAVOTO DA MI DYRJISH SMETKA V KAKVO NASTOROENIE SYM… NQMASH I PRAVOTO DA SE OPITVASH DA GO PROMENISH… V KRAINA SMETKA TOVA SA SI MOITE CHUVSTVA…
 

A optimizmyt… toi e drugo neshto…optimizmyt - tova e da zabravish za sebe si… da syshtestvuvat tvoite idei, celi, mechti I da jiveesh za tqh, a teb da te nqma… da stisnesh zybi I da se izpravish s usmivka pred sveta, kogato dushata ti e srinata v prahta, a na teb ti se plache… da si shtastliv, kogato sveta e tochno obratnoto, na tova, ot koeto imash nujda…. Da namerish privilegiqta v tova da imash nehstata, koito nikoga ne si jelal… I da se chuvstvash oshteten ot vyzmojnostta da poluchish nehstata, koito znachat nai mnogo za teb…

Mdam… a horata me gledat I mi se radvat… I me pitat kak moga da byda tolkova shtastliva I pozitivna…

A te potynali v svoq myrzel i nishteta… chakashti… I az ne znam kakvo chakat… sydbata sigurno… da diode I da gi nauchi na optimizym… ili po skoro da im dade napravo tova koeto si mislqt che iskat i… posle da syjalqvat za nepravilniq izbor….

A az… ne moga… sram me e da pogledna sydbata v ochite… da skrystq ryce pred neq I da I kaja DAI…

A I ot tolkovo dylgo vreme praktikuvam “optimizma”… che veche mi e nqkak neestestveno da byda pesimist… nqkak bezinteresno mi e… prosto go pravq za relax ot vreme na vreme…

Vremeto mi za relax izticha…


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Gray

And when I go out of the house… it’s all gray… the background I mean… the streets are dark gray and the sky is light gray with some gray hues of different greyness… and some people would say “Boring, emotionless, GRAY”… and they would never see the smoothness of the sky ,and all the tranquillity and silence of the mood…

 



Gray is the perfect background…

All the colours are colourful when they are compared to the gray background… and all of them have their own personality and emotion… they speak to you in a way you would never understand if not for the gray background…

You would never see the beauty in the black tree left without leaves with thousands of tiny branches if you have the sunny crystal sky behind… would you? But when the sky is gray… it seems so huge… and strong… and it radiates some power and nobility…

You would never see the vivid face of the yellow leaf torn off of the tree… wafting gently in the air… resting on fresh green grass… would you? But if it is the only yellow spot on the gray pavement… it makes a difference…

And all that driving-me-crazy brick houses in this dark red-brownish colour look so… vivid I guess…

And you walk… and you see the details… and the colours… and the whole city and everything in it is speaking to you with its own words…

And the yellow is SO yellow… and the red is SO red… and the dark green is dark green… it’s not black or some other dark colour… each colour is so clear and so much itself…

London is beautiful in the autumn…

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