Florin Chilian, a very sensitive Romanian singer.
(There is also a version in English, still I prefer the Romanian one
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Florin Chilian, a very sensitive Romanian singer.
(There is also a version in English, still I prefer the Romanian one
)
I was riding with her on the street, trying to teach her how to jump when it happened. I must have said something wrong, or maybe it was because I touched her front break in a way she didn’t like. It’s hard to tell now, but the fact is that the next moment I was plunging into the air, kissing the ground, with her landing over my head. Fortunately I was wearing a helmet so I’m still in one piece, otherwise it could have been a lot worse. My friends still recommended me to see a doctor for dinner, but I think it’s too early to date someone else. Even though she is with one of my friends now, maybe there is still a way we can go over this, get back together and make our relationship work.
Wanna see what she did to me?
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After more than one week of staying in home because of a prolonged flu, I finally went running again, and surprise: I beat my best running time by another whole minute, finally reaching 35 minutes. While physically I am surely not fitter than usual, this being the last chance to reach the milestone this year gave me plenty of motivation.
So what are my milestones for the next year’s running? 30 minutes for the same track (that’s aprox. 15% faster), and then gradually increasing distance. For this however I need to measure the distance I am running, that’s why I’m considering buying an iPod Sport Kit. So if Santa is still around, that would be the perfect Christmas present, even if it comes with a slight delay.
About the “slow dancer” part of the title there is not so much to say. Just some online test that might accidentally be right, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it, considering the poor overall quality of the test and the fact that I skipped many stupid questions. Anyway, here are my results:
“When human beings have been fascinated by the contemplation of their own hearts, the more intricate biological pattern of the female has become a model for the artist, the mystic, and the saint. When mankind turns instead to what can be done, altered, built, invented, in the outer world, all natural properties of men, animals, or metals become handicaps to be altered rather than clues to be followed. Women want mediocre men, and men are working hard to be as mediocre as possible.” — Margaret Mead (Anthropologist)
Some days ago I was so disappointed and sad, that life made no sense any more. It was after I was told by the girl I like so much, that we should only stay friends. Everything seemed to be so right, I had so much hope, and it only took a couple of words to make it all die. And if this would have been the first time I am told this, then it would have been somehow easier to think that I have learned something out of this, and move on. Since this has happened a lot of times before, I felt alone and useless. I thought that I will never find someone who can love me, someone who doesn’t just think of me as just another nice guy. In love, I only knew pain and suffering. Failing, even many times, is something I can accept. But always failing … I felt like the stupidest person on the face of earth, and smiling made me even more stupid.
Fortunately, I had some good friends around to encourage me, to help me get over it and start hoping again. Today I had some good time at the Saar-Spektakel, and hopefully during the next days it will be even more fun. So I do have feelings, and I do cry sometimes, thus “Smiling. Always” is maybe not the best name for my blog. Any other suggestions?
The girl from my dream
Tender and sweet
Flying over me
Like a white angel
If only she knew
How dear she is to me