You’re walking down the street or driving your car, or going back to work from a cigarette break when suddenly it hits you: you’re an adult now. When did that happen? When did you grow old, when did you leave behind your younger, naive and innocent self? You’re supposed to be a grown up now, but suddenly you don’t feel like one. Suddenly you feel like you’re not supposed to be here, like the world played a game on you, you pressed auto-pilot and it brought you here, without your consent and all you can do now is play along.
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I’ve just realised something funny yet interesting and quite insightful about myself. There’s this thing I’ve done since I have memory, or at least since internet chats exist. You can call an Obed thing, one of those things that define people you know and you kind of expect it to happen from time to […]
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Our friendship nowadays is determined by our Facebook connection or lack of it. The term “we’re friends” is now socially defined as having each other’s user ID in a long list of IDs inside a database, somewhere in the world. It’s not the first time I realise, or for that matter, complain or judge our […]
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway What we love about quotes from the masters is the truth in them. Today’s a good day to bleed a little. What about? Not the slightest idea. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? Our mind is too small […]
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 610 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the […]
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What would you answer if someone asks you in your deathbed ‘How was it to live in earth?’. What would you answer? The question must be ask in the last moments of your life, when no hope of one more day exists, because that hope would distort the answer. So, what would you answer? How […]
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I am a warm, friendly person who smiles just for the sake of it.
I am a warm, friendly person who smiles to make you smile with me.
I am a warm, friendly person who has strong muscles in his face, because of so much smiling. Ok you get the point.
I am a warm, friendly person who will open his heart if that means winning yours.
I am a warm, friendly person who will never betray you.
I am a warm, friendly person who will be at your side forever if you are worthy.
I am a warm, friendly person who loves forever, through time and space, sadly, without a blue box.
I am… I am a cold, lonely person. Who understands his coldness, and enjoys his loneliness.
I hope i was just a mad man with a blue box. But sadly i am not mad enough, and haven’t found my box yet. Not the blue one, not any other one.
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