morning, waking up late, rush to the tube, one sort of random friend has been there, we always meet coincidently. His name is Igor. He's working in Hamley toystore as a salesman but he speaks about himself as a world traveller. this day was not his best, he seemed to be down, a bit sick and rather sarcastic. xmas is another bill on your credit card he told me so.
i got in to masala and have seen a christmas tree drawn next to the names of daily dishes. I wrote Igor's thought besides. couple of minutes later this message was gone. so i erased the hole tree and wrote: opinion is free! some minutes further this message had vanished, the tree appeared instead. I wrote back my first message. This circle would have been going on forever if the very wise management team didn't discover that something was going on. one of them picked me out of my beloved bar and was asking what i wanted with my original message. i've really tried to explain him but he obviosly wasn't interested enough, just simply wanted to end the hole story. he was giving me some company talk bullshit as trying to calm me down. at the end he told me he was going to tell someone to draw the tree back. i behaved very intelligent and gentle as i answered, ok, but not becouse i agreed, just to make his day.
I don't know where to start, so many things've happened, too many to digest easily. Working six days, studying on the seventh, according to a friend of mine I live an average life of a west European youngster. You know what, I think this "west" is kinda meaningless, I mean, the distance between west and east is not that far anymore.
Ok, I'm having a sickness right now. Quiet high fever, you could fry an egg on me. My manager got angry, I don't understand why, illness happens. So I can't have a peaceful time to recover.
the idea of being beautiful 's died.
It's not that bad tough. coud've been worst. i wish i could face everything i need to at a similar calmness and acceptance level.
and i'm certain of my inner beauty
so, outer beauty hunters, i need to get rid of the dreams about you and find someone different.
ugly perhaps.
Nagyvarosban elunk. Szeparaltan. Akkor szolunk egymashoz, ha valamit akarunk. Az igazi baratok, ha, akkor regrol vannak. Akik innen, azok elobb-utobb ugyis elkoltoznek. A munkahelyunkon sokan rabszolgak vagyunk. Minimalberert tartott idiotak. Persze a partik. Meg a drogok. Az alkami szex.
Does this make sense?
Hogy mit is akarok ezzel mondani. A nagyvarosi let szabadsaga nem tudom megeri-e. Es azt sem tudom, hogy van-e mas lehetosegem. Nekem. Az en adottsagaimmal, eletszemleletemmel, lustasagommal es tehetsegeimmel.