Ooh!

Found this from strangeglitter's blog and I have to say that I would have never thought that I'd get this result. O.o

I write like
Daniel Defoe

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Greetings from last millenium

I found few writings of mine while bulldozing things to their rightful places and for some reason I had to (and as I tend to act on impulse...) translate part of one:

6th of November, 1999

"...Darkness of the night veils evil burrowing inside of me, like it'd want to forgive me.

Forgive what? That evil doesn't come from me. Unbeat* of my heart came with life, thereon there has only been silence. Like a ghost deep in my soul. Absorbing sounds into depths of eternity.

Nevertheless I love silence. I blend into truth like tears to the sea.
I'm real only for a moment, then I'll hide in myself, just to come back in following sleepless night."

Depression had it's advantages. Like being able to write. But then... I prefer to be me, who-I-am-now me.

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* Word which is impossible to translate with my English skills: lyömättömyys (...sydämeni lyömättömyys...). Lack of beating. Dead state, to be exact.

We're famous!

My co-bloggers, have you ever realized that you're publishing writers? You write, you publish it and you even have readers. From every corner of this little geoid of ours.
It really makes you think, doesn't it?

Realized this while price tagging and alarming shoes. I kind of like my job. I have time to think - even it's not very challenging, but it keeps my mind busy enough - and I get paid. Even I don't get paid for thinking, but anyway...
And to be honest, it's not that bad job anyway.

My body has gone mad... 17 days, for crying out loud...

Well, at least overactive hormones would explain why I've been so unstable lately... Which may explain my latest slogan

The idea of you is inside me and I'm never alone. You're always there. Always.

Part of old text, written in January 2005. To you-know-who. But it has so beautiful thought in it that I just had to make that as my slogan.

I've to admit that I read everything I wrote to Sol (not emails though) in Tuesday before I left from home. Sometimes it just is good to cry. It cleansed my soul. Something destructive disappeared.

That slogan is all about hope and faith. I just don't know who that you is.

297; LNS and writing.

It's always good to whine a bit: I got email from her, and apparently some items are on their way. I wont believe before I get them.

For some reason I've odd feeling now, feeling that I should learn to write again. And I mean really write, blogging isn't writing in that sense.
In fact it's about time as I haven't been writing anything in ages (mostly in years, though I had this short writing spree when I was with A.). I used to write poems, and tried some prose occasionally, but was never very good at later. But I wasn't that bad in first one.

And now I feel like writing prose. My head is filled with thoughts, but they're still too shattered to be processed. Anyway this is interesting change in me. I may even know what caused it.(Saw inside of Sonnenschein again - that doesn't happen that often - and his sadness is my sadness too. (I just can handle it better.) In fact it's almost scary how similar we're in certain things - and how different in some.)

Quote of the day.

"If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?"
Rabbi Hillel