head over heels - the first caught ideas

Ta-daa, first impressions of the ideas catcher. Turned out as a wee bit diary-ish, but I thought I'd just sort of let it flow, and kind of see where it leads me. So, reactions?
Oh, and I could claim that I didn't edit the scans to preserve an artistic, vintage-incompleteness-very-philosophic vibe, but alas, I was just lazy. Forgive me.

The other thing is that, as some people might have read in my bio on that site you should not click, I'm pursuing a career as a journalist, and basically this is my own magazine- I want to kind of use this space more as the micro-mag it is and would like to know your thought and opinions on this. So, please be nice and take a few seconds for the poll on top of this page and feel free to leave any comments, suggestions, demands, death threats, marriage proposals... (I also like presents, so leave a comment if you want to send me a present.)

thanks and luuv y'all xx (what the hell is this. I'm turning into a kind of Carles. But he's successful, at least, so I don't mind. Just wait till I start calling you guys 'bb')

I'll drop out of uni and...

#1 ... start an angora rabbit farm. Brushing rabbits 24/7 and making money out of it- best thing ever.

#2 ...kidnap a handsome rock star, make him fall in love with me and live a dissolute life on his money.

#3 ...become the chieftain of some illiterate jungle tribe by pretending to be a descended deity, or something. 

#4 ...draw my life in comics like these and become rich.

You know, I should be doing course work and term papers and stuff, but yeah. FAULPELZ, that's the metaphor.

jglfhsfjkshf 2012

Yeah. So, yeah, well, this is it. This is 2012. I hope you didn't get an epileptic fit at the sight of this picture, if yes, I apologise in advance. I don't know why, since I wrote that song or poem in the last post I feel this kind of stubborn desperado-aggression inside, and I let it out with the brightest colours, the dashiest music... and I'm SO buying myself an acid wash denim jacket- that's not a resolution, that's a plan. And if I'm silly enough, I'll print this drawing on a shirt, haha.

I won't talk much about 2012 because I prefer not to remember most of it, though a few details pushed my life in a nice direction- who knows. I don't know, I just hope. 

Anyway, I want to say T H A N K S guys, for checking all the weird stuff I post on here, leaving comments and compliments. I wish you a fantastic NYE party, the brightest fireworks and smiles, and successful 2013. See you next year. XX

presque sans mots

I don't think I need drugs because there are other ways to forget the world.

the snippet problem

What do you do if you have a lot of little pieces of something, but they don't form an entity?

I have a lot of story pieces in my head. But they are all just little snippets that carry a feeling or a character, but they aren't enough.

I thought about forcing them into a story. Am I allowed to do so? Shouldn't stories just come from somewhere else, and isn't it our duty, the ones who think they can write, to catch what passes by? My snippets pass by. I didn't really invent any of them, they just popped into my head out of sudden, somewhen. And that's the way it should be, that's the way it has been with stories, but I fear they must have found a nicer head to appear there now. Dear stories, wouldn't you come back to me? I miss you.

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She woke up at about 2 p.m. It was always the same, she thought, you spent the night awake, but went to bed in the earliest morning and slept your usual 9 to 10 hours, yet you felt as if you hadn't slept at all. The evening had been worth it, though. A few of her new friends had come round her flat, and they had put on some records and gotten a little bit tipsy after midnight and a few self-mixed cocktails. They had gone outside to get a bit of fresh air, to then stay there for many adventurous hours, wandering the streets and laughing at the moon. "All the memories of the fights and the nights and the blue lights," and passengers and the events that happen in the streets at night- all the parties and some policemen at work...it really had been lovely. She walked into the bathroom and saw a pair of white trainers in the bathtub. She was puzzled- they surely weren't there when she went to bed? Sighing, she switched on her laptop and opened Facebook. "Whoever left his shoes in my bathtub tonight, feel free to collect them somewhen in the afternoon, whenever it suits you. I'll be off somewhen around six."

little treats

 What motivates and inspires me- a short excerpt. The list is not in order of priority.

1. Chocolate
2. Sunshine
3. Good books
4. Good films
5. Pictures of all kinds
6. Impressive biographies
7. Beautiful people
8. People's eyes
9. Music
10. Airports
11. Big cities
12. Traveling in general
13. Foreign languages
14. If things work
15. Wind
16. Medieval times
17. The 18th/ 19th century
18. Human interaction
19. Little wonders in life
20. Big wonders in life
21. Quotations 
22. Progress of the individual

Sounds great?

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”There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened. There are things I remember which may never have happened but as I recall them so they take place.”

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