Well, today I'm not gonna bother organising stuff that I want to publish here. So if you are looking for any sense or logical sequence you've got to do your searching somewhere else...I'll just spill out what I've collected through the day and let you make whatever you pleased out of it...
Kill The Time
Isn’t it strange that today my watch stopped? It wouldn’t be so strange, if I won’t lost three days sitting at home with a flu…and now when I’m finally back, I’ve literally lost that bloody Time! Weird Coincidence?. To explain why I’m so freaked out – my hand watch is of sentimental value to me – they are with me from 1989, since I’ve graduated from university. And ever since there wasn’t a single day when I wouldn’t feel them on my wrist…and now they’ve stopped…for no reason. Freaky…I feel somewhat naked without my watch…
Sweetness.
This was so nice of my colleagues – while I was off sick, the department had pub lunch outing, which I’ve missed. And now my office colleagues took me to the pub today “in compensation”…aaaawwww…isn’t that sweet?
Therapeutics mischievousness. [Special Offer]
Who of us haven’t dream of a nice relaxing massage after a hard working day? Do you also feel that tension after today’s catching up with the 3 days of backlog?…so I’m going to put on some soft music…dim the light a little… put my hands on your head…start gently massage it…from the top…slipping down to the back of your neck…feel my fingertips kneading their way up, to that soft spot behind the ears, slowly back to the top of your head…feel how my hands take your head in their embrace, give few tender squeezes…then repeat their path with a little bit more pressure…and finally stop at your temples...press in to the point when I can feel your pulse…then cover the temples with the warm palms…taking away the tension of the day…There…doesn’t that feel better?
Hmmmm…I think, my IT carrier choice has been all wrong after all…
The Most Sensual Love Poem (don’t you think so?)
LOVE SONG
by Hafiz
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your
Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.
I have no use for divine patience -- my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you.
I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.
I am sweetly rolling against your walls and shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds. . . to let
you know the Beautiful Truth
And Just When You Think I’ve Got Into THAT Mood…
Remember I’ve introduced to you the Bollocks of Alistair Beaton? Well, guess what? There is some more of it here – enjoy:
Love.
Love is not just a feeling, love is a powerful tool. Show your powerful tool to people and ask them to admire it. If they don’t want to look at it, put it away again.
Connecting with others.
Connect with others by gluing your forehead to somebody else’s.
Getting the most out of life.
Get the most out of life by becoming very rich.
I've Got A Question For Ya
Has anybody ever stayed in Hostel type accomodation in New York? What does it look like? (it says - "based on 4-8 sharing", but that's ok as long as the facilities are decent) Any advise much appreciated.
Kill The Time
Isn’t it strange that today my watch stopped? It wouldn’t be so strange, if I won’t lost three days sitting at home with a flu…and now when I’m finally back, I’ve literally lost that bloody Time! Weird Coincidence?. To explain why I’m so freaked out – my hand watch is of sentimental value to me – they are with me from 1989, since I’ve graduated from university. And ever since there wasn’t a single day when I wouldn’t feel them on my wrist…and now they’ve stopped…for no reason. Freaky…I feel somewhat naked without my watch…
Sweetness.
This was so nice of my colleagues – while I was off sick, the department had pub lunch outing, which I’ve missed. And now my office colleagues took me to the pub today “in compensation”…aaaawwww…isn’t that sweet?
Therapeutics mischievousness. [Special Offer]
Who of us haven’t dream of a nice relaxing massage after a hard working day? Do you also feel that tension after today’s catching up with the 3 days of backlog?…so I’m going to put on some soft music…dim the light a little… put my hands on your head…start gently massage it…from the top…slipping down to the back of your neck…feel my fingertips kneading their way up, to that soft spot behind the ears, slowly back to the top of your head…feel how my hands take your head in their embrace, give few tender squeezes…then repeat their path with a little bit more pressure…and finally stop at your temples...press in to the point when I can feel your pulse…then cover the temples with the warm palms…taking away the tension of the day…There…doesn’t that feel better?
Hmmmm…I think, my IT carrier choice has been all wrong after all…
The Most Sensual Love Poem (don’t you think so?)
LOVE SONG
by Hafiz
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your
Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.
I have no use for divine patience -- my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you.
I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.
I am sweetly rolling against your walls and shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds. . . to let
you know the Beautiful Truth
And Just When You Think I’ve Got Into THAT Mood…
Remember I’ve introduced to you the Bollocks of Alistair Beaton? Well, guess what? There is some more of it here – enjoy:
Love.
Love is not just a feeling, love is a powerful tool. Show your powerful tool to people and ask them to admire it. If they don’t want to look at it, put it away again.
Connecting with others.
Connect with others by gluing your forehead to somebody else’s.
Getting the most out of life.
Get the most out of life by becoming very rich.
I've Got A Question For Ya
Has anybody ever stayed in Hostel type accomodation in New York? What does it look like? (it says - "based on 4-8 sharing", but that's ok as long as the facilities are decent) Any advise much appreciated.