today I offered myself a day off and went to a mall with my room-mate.
Needed a break from all that work and weird thoughts on my mind and it was a good option to shut down a little.
I found the shoes of my dreams for which I am watching out for so long. jeah..
later we went to a sushi circle very spontaneous.I freakin love sushi. that was definately my highlight
my roommate loves it, too. Think we'll have a lot of good sushi times in the future
I'll visit a friend later and we'll have some wine and antipasti.just hanging out, talking having fun.haven't seen him for a long time.It's pretty cool, coz since my move we're almost neighbours.just 5 minutes away.
Don't have to use my car and I can get drunk jeah 
feels good having a free evening.haven't had it since a long time.And I can sleep late tomorrow.
Evertime I write a blog I post quotes,today there is a pretty long one but I really lIke the ending.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isnt something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesnt get in, and walk through it, step by step. Theres no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. Thats the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. Youll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you wont remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wont even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you wont be the same person who walked in. Thats what this storms all about.
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love. ~ The Notebook
Need this now....
Needed a break from all that work and weird thoughts on my mind and it was a good option to shut down a little.
I found the shoes of my dreams for which I am watching out for so long. jeah..
later we went to a sushi circle very spontaneous.I freakin love sushi. that was definately my highlight
my roommate loves it, too. Think we'll have a lot of good sushi times in the future
I'll visit a friend later and we'll have some wine and antipasti.just hanging out, talking having fun.haven't seen him for a long time.It's pretty cool, coz since my move we're almost neighbours.just 5 minutes away.
Don't have to use my car and I can get drunk jeah
feels good having a free evening.haven't had it since a long time.And I can sleep late tomorrow.
Evertime I write a blog I post quotes,today there is a pretty long one but I really lIke the ending.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isnt something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesnt get in, and walk through it, step by step. Theres no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. Thats the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. Youll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you wont remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wont even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you wont be the same person who walked in. Thats what this storms all about.
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love. ~ The Notebook
Need this now....
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