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i own a nice box, where i put my old toys.

nice, funny, weird and for the time being, interesting creatures that i enjoyed to play with at some time. things that i imagine to be alive but time opens my eyes and i realize they're just toys.

little girls grow up, either losing interest or braking the toys eventually.
or they just have disappointed the girl's imagination.

my toys? he, one that i would't call a toy, really. not anymore. maybe because for a long tong time haven't felt like playing with it anymore. it's ripped off arm and leg makes me feel more sorry for it rather than make me wanna play with it.

the other one, newest in my collection, became mine accidentally. not a bad accident, huh?
i grew fond of it, but there was a problem at the beginning. the doll had an age limitation. you know like the sigh "not for kids under the age of 3"? somewhat like that. but its ok. i reached up to the level.

another one, oh, is the oldest one i own (i guess you never forget your first one,...

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-30

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i am glad for every single time when i am/am proven wrong.
cuz sometimes there is some really weird shit going through my mind, for the first.

for the second, that just means (hopefully) that i have become one cognition smarter.

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-30

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as long as i don't feel like an idiot, i'm ok with people telling me i am.

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-28

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this is the day when you realize what paul mccartney was singing about in his one and only "yesterday".

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-28

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it's funny how the digital ms word pages can be colored green, yellow, pink, anything you want.
and they still come out plainly white from the printer, aside from the text, that is.

isn't that some kind of hypocrisy?

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-20

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life's weird. social structures are weird. things change, times change, everything changes, but we remain the dumbass jerks that we are. just a little smarter. and older. always older and not necessarily smarter actually.

once again i'm facing a period of changes. scary though. a year ago before i moved off to greece, didn't give a pinky about this. even now, not scared about the location, degree, education, laboring opportunities. scared about ppl. about losing ppl.

living in my safe place. in my awesome safe place. with awesome ppl. every day waking up with gratitude to someone up there who seems to be in a good mood once and then. and now.. it seems that not even a month or two from now, i have to start over again.

the moral change has started already. and i'm not sure i like it.
no one enjoys leaving treasure behind. no one.

but it seems that my destiny is now rather decided by a bunch of cute kittens rather than myself.

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-19

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i'm a bitch.

to the wrong people.

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-15

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it's nice to be adult and be able to manage the relationships with people around you.
family, distant family. random ppl.
not talking about friends, really, those come as a priority in general.

maybe friends is the first social group we learn to manage the connection to.
maybe it is the last group cuz we never really figure it out.

its great to be adult.

and to quote king, as usually, here is a piece of though:
so many people aren’t prepared to see what is right in front of their eyes.
until, of course, it’s too late.

Skrivet av arlona, 2010-04-11

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