Hady
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Student
Sofia / Bulgaria
member since 20.01.2007
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Recently I found out that 'hady' in Chezh means snake... sweet irony... I am terrified of snakes...
Right now... I'm sitting in my chair drinking... tea... and wodering if I had went to watch 'Alatriste'. Can't get the plot... Nvm.
21.01.07
I was there! Where you will ask... At the unforgetable show Manowar made in Kavarna. Bulgaria... The rock capital of my sweet country. 3 hours... That's enourmous... these guys are like... machines... And also... I was there at Kamen brqg... The unofficial place for celebrating July morning... With the vocal of Urah Heep singing the Song while the sun was rising out of the water...
02.07.07
Hallo! Wie geth's? =P Sehr gut... Keine Panik auf der Titanic... No I'm not going crazy! I just came back from Germany... I was there in Kirchheim unter Teck and studied the fucking german. 3 weeks... that's much... I somewhat of love that place. I wnat back there with all 21 stupid people!
19.08.07
I think I gonna paste here one thing I wrote... I have one better but it's not in English... only in Bulgarian. So it has no place here. Now I have one in this language, which is like my second mothers thongue...
The Break of a Dream
It was never easy to be strong and to stay against everything in this life. But it is easier... than beeing as emotional as that girl in the story. She knew it! She was sure from the very begining but all her friends she's just paranoic. And when they made her fears fall into a deep sleep. Splash! Every single dream in her head was falling apart into small peaces. So small that she would never be able to put them in order again. And than what? It started raining in sychrone with here mood. Hiding from the water she called her best friend on the phone. But she never told him what she knew... finally for sure. While the boy was saing some stupid stuff she looked out and saw the torrential rain. Neglecting the quetion if she was alive because she was not speaking she thought to herself. 'It's interesting how a dream can break and you still to believe it's possible.' Yes, the hope was still in her heart even though she wanted to kill it.
Some hours later she was sitting in her home writing in her diary her own story. The girl wrote that she undrestood it's hopeless but still she was dreaming. And when she did she was about to cry... So the next few sentences were against her tears. 'But... Hey, girl!Have you ever seen a crying wolf? No? So why do you cry? You should stop... No, girl, you must stop. And don't think that the North can rise against the enemies. You should not... That's not the way.' Writing to herself she just turnes on one song. One song... One Depeche Mode song... Work hard... One song over an over again... Till she was asleep over the small book, she was writing in.
21.08.07
Haven't been around for quite a time. I got to bed as 'early' as 3:30am and I woke up at 7:00 am with somewhat of a hangover - from two beers! (Worst hangover ever - after something like 3 gins with tonic and 3 vodka-containing shots; worst hangover on beer - after 5-6, have lost count on them, slept over at an acquaintance's house, got home around lunch time and had my insides turned inside out several times.) Now I'm just having cramps. I planned on getting to my high school for the first day of school assembly, but non of my pals was like willing to go. My whole day plan changed. And even not wanting to smell food, I still think how I'd get wasted after first university day assembly and who I must do it with (the drinking) and where respectively. I should stop thinking on drinking that much and I should give up on beer! I cannot structure my thoughts at all... that's because of being a person with too much time on their hands and nothing to do.
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