anthem

so loud

My constant anthem.
And one of the 3000 Maria songs that sometimes people holla at me.
(Blondie is still number 1, I think.)

Representing being way too much all the time, since 1989.

Du-du-du-dudu-du-du-duu.
M.

va-va-voom!

If you want it, I'm gonna be Va-Va-Voom.
I like "too much".

M.

flowers

Good morning!

Hardly moring, but oh well. My porridge, Classic FM and I are having a great time.

And today I'm going to (London-)town with AJ, for some tea at this place (http://www.camelliasteahouse.com/) and a little snowy walk in town.
I've spent way too much time indoors with boxes.

Last night was gamenight. We played 3 games of "Reis ümber maailma" which means "Trip around the world". And it was brilliant.

The other day I had flowers in my hair, and had the most fun-inducing pony-tail.

I hope you're having a good day.
And if you can - play in some snow.

With love.
M.



By Andreas Wonisch (2010)

this poem

I love poetry. I really really do.
And this just, I don't know why, as it is with poems, just hits the mark.
It just gets me inbetween the nerve-endings of my ribcage.
Every once in a while I'm just so happy to find one like this, one poem with this effect.
I hope you'll like it, some of you enjoy it, and that a few of you who love poetry will love it to the unreasonable extent I do.

12.22.
M.

i would like to

...have some shisha time with the pretty one (as she is known in my international community).
...go jogging somewhere cool with E. so we could prance around the place like kids.
...drink lemonade out of cans with K.
...get very mysa with A. and then be not so mysa and go reintroduce Galliano Sours into our lives.
...



I woke up too late. And it has made me very angry.
I'm really trying not to be angry about this, because I can't change it now.
It's done. I woke up late. Move on.
So please, let's not be annoyed about this.

I'm gonna try and have a very tiring day, so I'll be shattered by midnight and just fall asleep/into my bed.
To get up at a decent time.
Because this has really really started to do my head in.


Annoyed.
Plan of the day - not be annoyed.

PS: I can't even remember when I wrote this post. But I like the to-do list in the beginning. And just how much getting up toooo late pisses me off.
M.

maybe

Maybe it's too much - these big cities.

I mean, why are all these people here?
I went down to the shops today, and on my way to our microcosm I must have seen at least 20 different nationalities?
Not an anthropological experiment, but a trip to the bank, and then to the shops.
20 nationalities. At least.

Why are they all here?
I know why I am here.
Why are they all here?
But it was nice today.
I decided to smile at everyone basically. Not annoyingly though - just had a look about me that implied that I was not going to stab or shoot anyone at all (that is what "smiling at people" means here, most of the time. And okay, it depends where you are, and everything. Whatever.)
I had a chat with this girl, about her coat. (Leopard print. Turned out it was from H&M.)
Then I went to some Polish shop that I passed and got some nice tomato-and-pepper sauce.

There is an interesting play called "San Diego", by ...I've completely forgotten, and for the sake of this argument doesn't really matter (David Craig maybe?), anyway - an interesting play, "San Diego".
Amongst other things, it talks about ideas of belonging, and placement/displacement.
There's a bit in it where he discusses the amount of people a human mind can actually fully comprehend, as a microcosm of living together.
I seem to remember the number was 250.
Two hundred, and fifty.
That's the number of people at which the human mind still fully grasps its community.


Maybe it is too much.
M.

nighttime

scattered
scattered
scattered
scattered
scattere
scatter
scatt
scat
sca
sc
s


to be loved like that



how can a gap feel bigger than ME?
my chest is too full
(like the ribcage part of the torso)
just too full


there was so much pain, not pain pain
all new kind.



and what if, you know?
like you feel or see something, should you make someone else see it too?
or leave it?

i wanna ask you



and how much of it can there be, really?


not a clue
m.

too short

Life is too short for small compliments.
And small entrances, and small exits.
And small sunsets, and small rainbows.
Life is too short for small careers.

And small kisses.
And small friendships.
Life is too short for small hugs.

Small ideas. Small concepts. Small statements. And beliefs. TOO SHORT

Life is too short for small passions.
For small love.
Life's too short for small families.
And small weddings.
Life is too short for small rings.


Life is too short, for small rings.


And small casts, and small budgets, and small stage sets.

Life's too short for small heels.
And small amounts of eyeliner.
And small eyelashes.

Life's too short for small glasses of wine.
Or small bottles of champagne.

Life's too short for small slices of bread.
Good, home bread.
Life's too short for small risks.


Life is too short, for small risks.



Too small.
Too little.


If there is more to give.


And there always is.


I'm ready for my next tattoo.
With love.M.
(disclaimer: this is NOT A POST ABOUT MONEY.)