10/11/11 WTF: What does it mean ideal?


Emotion of today is connected with play by Henrik Ibsen called Wild Duck. It took 2 hurs of smile through teers in the theatre.


Ibsen s narrative is immortal. Great. Excellent. The actors were great and realistic. What more you can imagine? I can, and so the perfect idea of this play, which suits to anywhere and anywhen in lifetime of the human beings existance


Oh, life would be quite tolerable, after all, if only we could be rid of the confounded duns that keep on pestering us, in our poverty, with the claim of the ideal.( Wild duck by Ibsen)


What makes people to be ideal? Plato said this world is just the reflection of ideals. What if we lived in ideals. Would life be treasurable as it is now? Would we have emotions we percieve through tough situations challenging moments, grieves...?


That is the question which came to my brain after seeing this marvelleous theatrical piece.


Hovewer to pose this question is better to wait for tomorow. N est pas?  Tomorow, Friday, we are having 11/ 11/11. The day for ansvering super cool ideal questions.

8. 11. 2011 Mňamy dreams


On the 7th of November I was working all day long with computer that at the end of the day my brain was totally washed out and tired. And yesterday I was having a good time, really good time with "really " good drinks that the only thing I was about to think was the bed.


Thuesday spent with the computer, headache, garlic soup and beans. What a lovely day for my stomach and for my vitality. Hovewer, it is over and over. Actually I would like to eat something pretty good. For example pasta witch good cheeze, olives, tomatoes, ... Living in a dormitery, student life, being lazy, being Luba, being single does not really help my vitality. So I can just dream and put on weight just by thinking.


Such a stupid. Yes, I read that you put on your weight more when you are thiking about meals rather than eating whatever. ( Hovewer be I am sure it works pretty well also. The evidence is my belly. )


So for my good dreams and some grams gained due to nasty and hot dreams about cheese and pasta I post some hot photo downloaded from the internet.

6.11. 2011 New week is here


I hate and love Sundays in one time. The lunch is always great. I can sleep how much I want. Because it is Sunday. Hovewer when you wake up at lunch time the day goes so quickly. And Sunday is over. New week full of surprises, unexpected situations, simply full o unknown is coming. You never know what will happen in following 7 days . You never know what can happen in one day, one hour. So ...


That is Sunday. It closes the week behind. Sometimes bad one, sometimes good one or even perfect and slightly welcomes you to the new upcoming  week.

Sunday the 6th of November is over. 

I spent some time with the efforts to be creative and to do something with my hands. I was in church after really looong loong time and saw really hadsome man. In church. Actually outside the church. I do not like being inside the cold building full of people observing the others. If I want to listen the words of God through priest ( who is unpopular in my village) I prefer to be on a fresh air. Like this you can more easily put up with priests ideas and orders. You can breathe, smile and take it easy. 


I watched some movies. But nothing valuable. Nothing what can make you moved in any way. 

Hovewer, if you once swam in the sea, the swimming pool always sucks. 

And finally I decided to go to the swimmingpool. One hour of swimming. Just loving it. Swimming is the best sport you can do. Hovewer if you once swam in the sea, swimming pool always sucks. Nevermind, it is still better than nothing. 


Yes, new week is coming. And finally has already came. So let s see what the weather will be like.

5.11.2011 Saturday, Marley and me


Saturday.  Normally it is the day of cleaning up the house after week. Yes, normally and ordinary should be. For me it is the day of doing nothing. Never, even occupied with the serious stuff I can not force myself to have some meaningful activity. Of course the expression meaningfull can be questionable. So to be clear,  the activity by which doing you are not killing time but you are enjoying life. 

Saturday - lazy day

Saturdays are usually days when I am asking myself if I should believe so much (sometime it is too much) the quotes of Paolo Coelho. One of them is something like ( I do not know exact version and I am lazy to look for it - it is still Saturday.): "Live this day as it would be the last day of your life".


Actually it is boring and non - iventional from his side. All the famous thinkers and philosophies have said this, but in different words and still are trying to reveal this known truth which is likely to be forgot again and again. 


And  every Saturday, lazy nothing doing Saturday, I forget about it and have just normally ordinary day before meaningfull tomorow.


I watched good movie. I approve this was a meaningfull activity.  Surprisingly it was movie about the dog. To be honest I hate movies about animals and especially about dogs. The top of the worst movies is Hellowen, or Bethoween. I am not sure. But "funny" story about big bernardine is not my cup of coffe. Not really. 
But today I watched great movie with the main character with a dog called Marley. Marley and me.

Such a poverfull and funny story about life, family, friendship, dog. 
Not a kind of dynimac movie which makes you thrilled until the end.
That was its magic. It did not try to be the cool blockbuster to attract you with bulshits but make you realize some truth about what life brings. Even make you cry. I know I am week. 

Dog is the best friend you can posses. He does not speak, but he understands. Still.

Our family dog called Bobino. I love him. He is so simple. One look at him and I know that he is as stupid as me, as funny as me, as clever as me, as different as me, as extraordinary as me :-))))))

4.11.2011 I said: "Silence" So did I.


U - la -la.)
The day is over. Finally. After 14 hours on feet.
Out of it, 12 hours spent in a kind of part - time  occasioonal job for korean company, what practically means standing behind the machine, checking and arranging white plastic frames, the inner part of a Screen: Tv, computer, ...).

Something you do not dream of if you have no need to have money.

Imagine, today I made 1 440 frames. It means that somewhere in another company which collects every day these subsidiary components have done 1440 TVs, computers.
The screens. And this is just one little piece of production of electronic gigants.

Magic number is 1440

So the result to make the equation equal should be: Today for sure, there were 1440 electronic equipements with screens sold. Hovewer, the equations and the logic take the place just during the lessons of mathematics. That is my personal assumption. In the world od 2011 where instead of peace, Miss of the World should wish smaller overproduction, it would really "shock me"if in central Slovakia or Let s say Central Europe was 1440 sold. ( If it was, and everyday is, yes we are crazy. Crazy people.)


Enourmous Positive is: During 12 hours of work there can be something you can not experience during normal job in administriation , management, chaos caused by the need to satisfy the people, clients needs or whatever. 


In your work place, there was just me, the machine and SILENCE, which makes great platform for your ideas, plans how to realize dreams. Simply, whatever. My head is full of everything I can imagine. 


If we would have more silence, or managed to force ourselves to percieve it an be thankfull for every silent moment, the life could be less stresfull, more clear. 

Do not pray for peace, pray for silence 

Today was the day of Silence. When you accept the weight of silence, your ideas and solutions are slowly coming up. And to accept it means more than to count untill 10. 

    My first logo concept pr variant :-) Belle, handmade

3.11. 2011 Violet and yellow just fit in the Autumn leaves


Today, Thursday is a kind of an ordinary day. I travelled in the train from home to school. ( What takes aproximately 3 hours, 200 kilometres and 4 euros 14 cents to pay / actually the price of the train ticket was risen about 10%. I thought it would have been worse, but I find it ok, before I paied 4 euros and 1 cent/). SO, Cool.


Having one lesson in school did not learn me anything new. "How crucial !" As usually. I still ensure myself that sitting in school makes you fat, mentally flat, tired and sometimes sad.  Motivation, emphaty, creativity, leadership or analytical thinking?  Ha - ha - ha. The school is   the last place to look for them in, but at least you can hear about its existance there. Luckily, if you come across good tutor. Luckily, you are simply lucky.


Anyway, that is nothing important. Sitting in school now means to me: NO EMOTIONS.


Hovewer when I went to school, I crossed  Trnava ( small city where I study) and passed a homeless woman selling the newspaper Nota Benne. It is newspaper sold for 1 euro and 50 cents, from which the part of money is given to the homeless seller. I saw her, that old blond woman, from long distance. So, I had time to prepear myself not to look at her when she would ask me to buy the magazine. Just quietly pass her, that was the aim. But  I am stupid ( nothing new). I looked at her. She was so sad, asking for buying one piece. Fortunately or Unfortunately for me I forgot money. ( To forget my identity documents, money, mobile phone is my favourite habbit - just explanation, no excuse.) 


I started to think about it. How person, even old, blond woman can become a homeless. She had quite good teeth. (I am missing two teeth in front, so. And I am nothing but no homeless. The teeth for me is the criteria of healthy and good life - another explanation.) So then, after 10 minutes thinking and imagining scenario how you or I can become a homeless person I came to conclusion: this can happen to anyone.  Even to me. Life is hard. Today, I guess ( and hope I am not right) there have to be so many weak people in the world outside. They fall down and are not able to get back. Am I weak, endlessly stupid if I feel sad for them. I know there are people who does not care who does not even think about it. They just pass leading their own way. 


Should I be the same? Symphatising with them is one of a good way to become weak and weaker, or is not it?

Hovewer, to be positive. I love autumn. I love warm colours of the fallen leaves from the trees on the ground before they will shade away with the first snow coming. ( Like homeless: fallen leaves of the society which are slightly shading away before first snow. Then they disappear. There are many of them. So nobady cares. Next year we will have new ones. And circle does not end. Never. Ok, it is enough about homeless scenarios.)


To walk in the leaves with your shoes, listen the shouschouting ( this word is word of mine:D, it might actually exist, I do not know ) sound of them. Beautuful, nice, funny, lovely, ... So we are in November.


I ended my day with doing the poster for one event. Violet and yellow. Nice combination. I like it. Eventhough they are not autumn colours or homeless colours. ( Or actually, they might be homeless colours, homeless people have to have also favourite colours. So homeless colours.) 
They perfectly fit to day, in my day. 


It was god day today. Not perfect. 

 This image is not mine. I downloaded it from here. http://townipproject.wikispaces.com/Homelessness ( I do not know who is the author.)

This image is not mine, neither ( I do not have time to take photos now). It is made by photographer Meridav ( I do not know him) and downloaded from here http://www.123rf.com/photo_5663380_autumn-walk-with-copy-space-woman-walking-in-the-forest-on-a-beautiful-fall-day.html

 And this is mine. Hovewer, not a photo.

2.11. 2011 All I need is woooork ...

Today is the day when I worked. I do not mean work on computer. Because that it the work I usually do. I do mean work with my hands. Ouh YEAH.

I am so much used to work with computer, work or try to work with my ideas. My working, or studying, because I am still student can be compared to thinking. Using my head and solving the real or unreal problems in my brain. Those which happened, or will happen or will never happen, but still I have to have prepeared the solution in case they will happen ( Overcomplicated? That is me.)

Sometimes, frankly very often it makes me stressed. Thinking is stressfull. 

And ALOHA today there was no way to say NO to my dad, when he told us to arrange the pieces of the wood for  3 following winters. Huge amount of wood pieces. Tough job. Because  almost all of it was rough what means very heavy fo carry. I worked with my sister for two hours and the half. 

Hovewer afterwards, there can be no better feeling, and actually there was not then that one after the job done. Good job done. Physically tired, but mentally fit. So, relaxing. 

That is why I feel more that it would be better to come back to the human being roots and work with hands, do the crafts if not for all life, just for hobby , for occasions to make ourselves exhausted to relafation. And with the result which can be seen afterwards. Can be something better ? Yes, of course: to Eat !

In slovak language there is the proverb: " Práca šľachtí človeka."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.

1.11. 2011 WTF: Magic date? Is not it?


I do remember. During summer monhts July and June, when I was happy to find a place to connect myself to the internet I used to see people with facebook status saying something with blue coloured words: "monthlong running" ... That Times I told to myself. WTF?  ( Yes, it means what a fuck - I am a little bit nasty.)


Now, we are in November and again somehow I am meeting in my favourite and unfortunately unreal world of living: facebook. So I told to myself. Look at it and if, go for it. 


It means to write a diary ( it is my understanding) for one month, regularly. I used to do it several times in the past. Far and close.  Always, I failed. I do not wonder. It is very difficualt to stand doing some new habbit when you are not used to. Even if it takes just to sit down and think about your day and moments of the day. Of what makes your life so cool, so sad, so good or so bad. That certain day.


Hovewer, this time I have a reason and a will and luck to not be alone, so motivation is strong as my heartbeat. I decided I am not going to buy super cool vintage notebook ( I always did it in a blind persuasion the beautiful design will connect me, will make me used to, but ...) or whatever. I am going to use my blog, which I created almost half of a year ago and I am still looking for the possibilities how to force myself to BLOG. I know it is public. And again WTF?


My life is not a special one. Quite ordinary. Hovewer my life, my opinions will be put in here, on blog. It should be a little bit interesting, shocking, or funny or just WTF?  


I know that it might not be a super cool hugely visited site, but I will do have a diary online which I can not forget, which I can not burn, which I can not loose and whose existance will make me think: "WTF, did  you forget ? You looser? You alreaded posted something there. Somebody might have read it. I might disappoint somebody. Unless me. "


I am not any genious or porn star so, my ideas will not shock anyone. My embaressments might.


I do not care about how it will end, I do not care about followers, about reactions, about whatever. I do care about my best and most thankfull happy folower, who loves his ideas and sharing them with paper, with MS Word, blog or you. And, "That is ME."


So, November rain, November blog, November game or November fog, Let s get it started.