all that you can't leave behind

.fleetwood mac.:. landslide (live) .

So there goes the weekend. The fact that you looked so forward for something that passes by so fast is strange enough. But hey : It was my birthday, so invited some friends to come over to AB City (I called it this way because most of you don't know where it is anyway and it's not THAT important) and go to the "Stadtfest". This a huge party throughout the whole city where live bands play on every corner, some on big stages - others on smaller ones.

Sadly the weather wasn't in the best mood, so we looked for shelter from the rain and found it in one of the loveliest bars around : The burren bar, an irish pub in AB City. We had great fun and laughed our asses off about some funny details, like ordering cherry-banana juice for almost everyone.

See for yourself, it looks like Lavalamps :



or this VERY fitting poster :




And because I got a special craving for asian food after chatting with joh and looking on her Nippon snapshots we got ourselves some VERY delicious, asian stuff :



After having food and drinks we decided to watch some bands play. Sadly I have no good pictures of "ononmototolo" who covered U2, Sting and The Police in a great way.

All in all it was a very nice weekend with some of my best friends. Thanks to the freckle who resisted my bad jokes and blabbering attacks. You rock ! :)

The headline is - how fitting - from a U2 record. And it has a special reason. It's strange, but after reaching the age 20 some old habits fell off me like melting snow. I try to reflect myself and my behaviour a little more, keep up the contact with beloved ones and put myself a bit more behind, listen more. I think it's a good way. And it pays back soon. Today I chatted with an internet buddy who has been in Australia for one year. And I apologized. It's hard to get your mistakes into a sorry word. But it relieves and lets you think that are some things you CAN leave behind and some things are better brought up again.


murmel

A song

..again and yes it's the bare truth. This song almost made me cry - if I wouldn't be out of tears yet I surly cried. Anyway, I think you should listen to it and read what got me so tear blinded. Sometimes people sing what you can't explain.

Natalie Merchant .:. my skin

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them

Because I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no
I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable

Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this

I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face-saving promises whispered like prayers
I don't need them

Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this

Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this

Edit : I'll take this player out of the blog after a few days, because it starts automatically and I don't want to go on your nerves. To click on the "stop" button if you have enough of the song is self explainatory.

3 weeks

Some people kept asking me what I ACTUALLY DID the last 3 weeks. So here are some impressions of my work with altogether 180 kids.













Have a nice end of the weekend.

And Mel : Sorry for my absence in all types of media. I hope I can be online and reachable tomorrow.

murmel

the returning pattern

.sun kil moon - tiny cities made of ashes.



Do you know the small path between falling asleep and being awake ? I think I'm trapped inbetween. After I found out for myself that there's no masterplan or big thing to come I stumble through the day with a big white veil in front of my eyes. And this makes it kind of ironic because I preach to all of my friends that things will get better and that it's right to go out and give yourself away. I think I gave all of my precious parts away and now I'm just a machine with a returning pattern. Falling in and out of love and trying to get over it somehow. I can't even say I hate it. I'm getting used to it. And this is what scares me.