Po citoj ato që tha bleta punetore
sometimes a nick is just not enough... or maybe the foreign language gives voice to the foreigner that is inside ourselves... sto dicendo un sacco di stranezze...damn... who's talking now???
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Words Coming By...
build up your own world...surround it with things people will never accept or be able to understand. and then enjoy your solitude!
it's kindda strange that we often find it easier to express ourselves in a foreign language...it seems words gain power and the way they transmit it, is just stronger...maybe,it's just another way to hide ourselves...
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
it's kindda strange that we often find it easier to express ourselves in a foreign language...it seems words gain power and the way they transmit it, is just stronger...maybe,it's just another way to hide ourselves...
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
it's kindda strange that we often find it easier to express ourselves in a foreign language...it seems words gain power and the way they transmit it, is just stronger...maybe,it's just another way to hide ourselves...
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha bleta punetore
sometimes a nick is just not enough... or maybe the foreign language gives voice to the foreigner that is inside ourselves... sto dicendo un sacco di stranezze...damn... who's talking now???
Words Coming By....Clare Luce (american author, politican, and diplomat)
"I don't have a warm personal enemy left. They've all died off.
I miss them terribly because they helped define me"
It's true that the foreign languages come to us in a a way that is so hard to understand, but as long as I still count the numbers, the money, the pages when I talk to myself in Albanian... that' means a lot to me........
No hates, no blaims, no complains, no bitter, no enemies...just cry and laugh, that makes easy my life....
Killing originality softly
Why are we trying, everyday, more and more, to take the life out of Life?
indeed,,, it does happen very often,,, especially when i am angry or when i am not feeling good at any way... i just thing in this foreign language damn it,,, is this because other people around me don't understand it,,, and i wanna hide all from them, is it because i am scared to death that they may read my mind,,, fuck'em all,,,i just do it...
i don't blame myself any more...i mean,i tried every way possible to me,i ran out of ideas and now i sit here unable to change anything...i'm aware of my limits.i was..i don't blame myself anymore!
so what!,?,?,! nothing is easy, no more...
what i believe in the morning can't understand in the evening,,, what is it??? i am going to.... and again , once more i try,,, i promise to myself that i will change, and i have done this 1000 times and another 1000 times i did nothing,,, i keep going round and round in circles , and yet i cannot keep track of my way,,, am i flying???!! still at the end i shout out ,,, sooooooo whaaat
,,, but as always no-one can hear me, or nobody wants to listen to me,,, and i think again is this even worse???? so what?!
it's so quiet outside...
You wake up in the morning and still like yesterday you only hear tired voices! why does it have to be like this , couldn`t it be better ?
To know nothing of what happened before your were born is to remain ever a child"~ Cicero
...because children wait to be lead by someone else, and do not have the capacity to lead themselves.
Well, I do not want to be lead, I do not want to lead anyone, but I do WANT to lead MY life.
and that is why I love history.
u care about what people are gonna think about u?oh come oooon,when did they ever tried to understand u? so,where's the problem?
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
u care about what people are gonna think about u?oh come oooon,when did they ever tried to understand u? so,where's the problem?
It has been a week since last week, and I seem to have lost the inspiration I got from traveling too much (maybe!). Listening to Life and Love songs, and looking out the window of Mr. Warden's bus was all I needed to dive into my contemplative mood. It is Fall that ignites all my childlike, mediocre-phobic thoughts; and it seemed that she was everywhere in Gettysburg and Washington DC. Looking at my friend's picture last night reminded me of the thoughts I had while I was walking down the place where brothers fought each other in the name of principles. And I remembered, that when I looked at the thousands graves of the unknown soldiers, I came to the conclusion that our society is way too much selfish. It's no surprise of course, because we are proud of it, it's everywhere, it's manifest. "All Shame Left Behind" would be a perfect motto for this prostitute world. Of course, we preach goodness, compassion, understanding, and all the other nice things that have been preached for generations and generations, but they have lost their essence during the journey. And even though we have made tremendous developments in some aspects, they are still not enough, in my eyes, to justify the attitude we have adopted toward the good, the bad and the ugly. No one cares anymore, and the definition of carpe diem metamorphosed, sucking the life out of life itself. I fear for where we are going, especially after reading Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World". It seems like the prophecy is getting closer to reality day after day, and that is frightening. Living in denial, getting high everyday on drugs, or alcohol, or consumerism, or the thirst for money and losing souls in the process define this coward world.
The problems are still there, though. No matter how hard we close our eyes and wish that responsibility will not be needed after the opening, the need will still be there, waiting for us to wake up. And some of us fortunately wake up, but unfortunate events are often what prompt these awakenings. Let's just hope that life will slap us as soon as possible, because it would be a shame to miss some opportunities that will not come around twice.
And I keep on philosophizing through thin air, holding desperately on the blueness of the sky, and wasting my time, because I am human...and also a product of post-modern times. No matter how hard I hope or try, I still remain a hypocrite because it floats in my genes like in the genes of the rest.
It is inherent.
It is destiny.
you can't make someone love you! all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realise your worth (script on a notebook cover)
Sometimes I can't understand people, people in whom I've invested a lot of time and energy. Lately I've been confronted with some weird reactions. I try to understand by approaching the person but I can't succeed. I keep analysing the situations, I keep asking myself what I could have done differently but...I've no answers to that or I just don't want to believe my conclusions are true. It would cause me a lot of trouble, I would have to realise that he is suffering because of me...I'm no ready for that.
Citim:nuk eshte e vertet, when it comes to expresssing ourselves, one finds soo many more ways in english language. imagine reading shakespeare in albanian? i'm very proud to be albanian, and i know my kids will speak albanian and write it, but when you start thinking in english is so much harder to express yourself better in albanain. for the first time that i wrote in albanian since 11th grade was the first day i became e member in here. i had the most weird feeling, because i have a northern dialect and when writing i wrote ne gjuhen letrare, but i had this uneasy feeling of been fake or not tru to my northern dialct from shkodra. so my point is that in english maybe our reall characters shine, and i'm fine with that. but if we are in albania we live and die with the character that society gives us, from what family you come from? from what city? from what village? from what what what?? the point is in albania a person is never judged individually they all have to do backround checks allway up to your grandfathers, wich in that case i'm proud of to have some great people in my family, but still it's individuality that doesn't exist in that society, but i do miss albania, has been a long time.but also there's no one that defend albania more passionately against serbs and greeks on youtube then i do. and i do it with pride and joy. tung.
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
it's kinda strange that we often find it easier to express ourselves in a foreign language...it seems words gain power and the way they transmit it, is just stronger...maybe,it's just another way to hide ourselves...
I miss you,babe. I woke up this morning craving for ya,hugging your pillow,which I had refused to have it washed...I could still smell your scent . Just the thought of you keeps me warm these cold, winter nights...Your maman is being great to me, she loves me so much...today she told my mami on the phone to stay in Albania a bit longer,so that I could stay with her a few days more. She cooks for me, she gave me some of her pearls...and we even spent some hours in a wellness center. And your dad, ah, I love him...I helped him in the garden, he showed me how to take care of some flowers(whose names I can't remember)...Waiting for ya,babe...
today i found myself thinking of all you lonely beautiful sad charming and artistic souls out there. i try to picture an average day in your lives, based on the words you have spoken in this forum, and has been my pleasure to meet you all. ..............
little reflection on life!!!
How ironic!!? to go back in time and read my thoughts, when i was only two weeks old in here, fresh, so fresh, in this so called virtual world.
i remember vividly the feelings i had those days. for the first time in so long i was exposed to my kind, my people, from my home country. Joy. Ah, how i wish knowing to express eloquently the emotions of those days, been so far way for so long, so lost, so weak, so alone, disappointments in myself and the world. the endless miles of a long journey has left some visible internal scars, a journey that started in my early youth had suddenly come to a crashing stop. i found myself just as lost and so much weaker then when my journey into the unknown accidentally began. i dont wanne go into the details of my childhood, but i must say that for a boy 12-13 years of age, with the father in prison and with four sisters and mother unemployed, in a time of turmoil in albania, life just didn't look so pleasant. was time to grow fast, time to be responsible and show people that this house has a man, who can provide and protect , at the same time was just a boy, watching ny classmates moving on in harmony and leaving me behind. Ah, how many times wishfully thought in silence having somebody to pitch in for me,cary some of the heavyweight of my shoulders and let me be a kid that i was, to be able to go to school everyday and flirt with the girls, develop crushes, or fall and think about somebody all the time,or play football and not worry about anything and just be. i missed that train, so i walked alone...
4-5 years later i left albania, free, just like my first name, this time the world was in front of me, and i was gonna make sure to leave my foot prints everywhere. i made up for lost times, i filled it with memories, spontaneous, beautiful, appetite for life, good times, during all these years has been up and down, just like everybody else, but always lost as an existence, not very many people i miss cause not many i have had memories or spend much time with back home. sometimes it feels like as if i never existed in my home country.
coming in here was like the tide of the ocean pushed me in this direction by pure chance. just like a lost sailor in the deep ocean, to so many never existed and to some already forgotten, the emotions of those days were like the lost sailor waving to a ship passing by and screaming , i'm a life, i'm here, i still exist.
!!!!!
the only problem with life is that u got one chance...so,don't waste it!
There is something sublime in the diversity of heartbeats that nurture silence, which is often more meaningful than words. I have lately felt at peace, and when I see people struggling to communicate, I wonder why are they conditioned to think that communication means words. It doesn’t. If you will be quiet for a moment, you will be trapped in an ocean of communication that does not make noise, but it is understood.
I couldn't sleep the other night, maybe because it was too hot or maybe because I loved those moments that lacked words and subconsciously wanted to cherish every second of it. I wanted to sleep, so I turned on the tv in an effort to find some boredom in the words of intellectually challenged pseudo-celebrities of reality tv. There was nothing in most channels of course because it was too late, but that's when I found NatGeo Music...and it was amazing and far from boredom. The music of the world. I get enchanted by the rhythms of this world, because they all embody a story, the story of that jewel of the world from which it comes. I fell asleep around 6am, after having watched the sunrise and had the first bowl of cereal out in the balcony. It's so nice cutting contact with the outside world for a few weeks....
as a 31 year old single, most of the time isolated from the real world, is a good feeling whenever you do decide to go out for a drink, after your friends push you hard enough to leave the house... is a good feeling not being attached to anyone in this planet for a long time, however lonely it might seem, is still some kind of high that the best drugs will not deliver, some kind of silence joy that not very many people understand or dare try to experience... it shows in your facial expressions, smart girls are not called smart for no reason, they pick up on that, like the sharks when they smell a drop of blood from a distance, but in this case you dont mind being pursued by the beautiful female "predator"infacits a total pleasure when they grab your hand and drag you to the dance floor or the bar for a drink one on one.... you start feeling good just touching hands, when she raps her arms around you for a brief moment you fall in love, and for that brief moment you no longer know intensity, anxiety, and no longer call yourself a tormented soul, your brutal honesty with yourself, always considering that you don't have much to offer to anyone,, that feeling tonight is left alone, tonight a better part of you comes to surface, after realizing that people around you are weak and desperate and it shows how hard they try to hook-up with just anyone, its that silence joy that you don't even care and truly are happy in your own little world for that moment, that's when a smart girl happen to notice you, though you're not much of a talker but its no need for it in a loud place like this... i call em smart! maybe selfishly, but i don't care...
i use to joke around with some friends and allways say that any beautiful girl that is not with me, or doesen't like me, its a stupid girl... well! for a long time now i haven't been with anyone, maybe i wasn't completely joking after all...!!!
Gjuha hollandeze !
Groetjes voor iederien !
nl taal is ook zo belangrijk als andere talen engels of frans of italians;
de zomer is bijna voorbij en binnenkort begien school terug kinderen zijn zo fier op want kunnen nog veel meer leren en groejen;
groetjes en tot ziens
Good girls are bad girls who doesn't get caught......... ok it's understandable, but the ones that got caught, get fucked pretty good !
... Oscar Wilde
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
... ?
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying: "I will try it again tomorrow".
How ironic is bad timing....try to plan, and nothing falls in within your plan...don't plan anything...maybe you'll get lucky to see that another chance has just walked you by...you couldn't grab it because...it was a bad timing...
Just as the Chicken Little was dead wrong when she said the sky was falling; it's important to keep up your goal even if she was quite right. Istead of a head full of concearns, you may create a head full of solutions. When you stay calm, you really do bring out the best in others. This will put you on a path toward abundance.
it's sad that not all of us can be bullfighters..!
i will miss you ...
Well….I guess this is what you want so I have no choice.
I suppose I thought, what we had was strong enough to overcome this, guess I thought wrong. It almost seems as if you are glad it all turned out this way. As if this is an easy way for us to end; that you realized I am not the one for you with outadding in the factor of what I did.
I can’t help but to think… if he really loved me, we could work through this. I guess, wrong again. I am heart broken it ended this way.
I am not trying to turn this around on you, because I know I am the one that cause all this. And I know you are probably sick of hearing this, but I need you to know… I am so sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I messed things up for us.
Stay safe and protect that big heart of yours. I hope for you, something good came out of our time together, without a doubt you have made me a better, stronger person.
It’s really hard for me to say good bye, buy once again it’s what you want….. Goodbye my love :* Te dua shume baby…..
P.S.- I will never forget our little signs we used in the DFAC…... J Well there are a lot of things I will never forget about you/us.
the thought of how far i might have drifted way from the rest of the world, its not very pleasing.
If you love someone but you love yourself more, then you're normal. If you love someone more than yourself, then you're in love
One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors
its the second time i been called big lebowski...
its a good feeling when girls feel relaxed and fall asleep in my comfortable cave, but at some point i like them to leave:p
kisha shume vite pa marre pjese ne nje feste flamuri...
such a natural high.
watching beautiful albanian girls dance elevates it a new level, and it leaves you wishing that at least one of them was lucky enough to accidentally wander, and read the beautiful thoughts going thru my mind, at least for a brief...
Yeah, today it was just another usual sunday...
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
Yeah, today it was just another usual sunday...
I just got promoted what makes it better im going on Vacation.
Why do you show up unnoticed?
Why dont you let me go,
Why bother calling me?
Why cant you live with the fact that "no more"
Why always ask for another chance when u had one?
why is it so hard to forget,
tell me why ???
lack of good dry humor on intelligent people can be acceptable, but not when they fail to recognise it.
can be sad to watch, in fact
Life its better in black and white. Colors give away way to much.
Linears...
I don't want them to prevent from having sex.
I want them to be pervert, twisted, while having sex.
A break up is like a broken mirror. It is better to leave it broken than hurt yourself to fix it.
The only way to blow up my mind is to exploit my dreams. And do it fast, before I figure out whats going on. Coz' later the matter is on yours.
i made it, almost 5 months of straight work, vacation is at the corner.
here i come my lovely Heineken
I almost accidentally killed an grandpa today , i even get nervous when i even think of it , an 70 year old man trying to pass the fuckin road.
I dont wanna go to jail for running over an 70 year man stupidly passing the high way road , FUCK THAT!
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