it’s about…
Monday, May 21st, 2007It’s about being able to fly,
It’s about dying nine times.
I know exactly into how much detail I can go, when I am at my worst. But some days are just about..being able to fly.
I believe.
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It’s about being able to fly,
It’s about dying nine times.
I know exactly into how much detail I can go, when I am at my worst. But some days are just about..being able to fly.
I believe.
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well i moved over to another department in the newspaper – i blogged about it earlier. either i forgot what it means to really fight for your ideas or then i am running on empty this time. i know myself, i know how (over-) ambitious i can be and how personal i take rejections of [...]
there’s something to mornings, an unsaid promise that leaves the night behind. there are days when i lie in bed, fully awake though it’s 4am. today is one of these days. my thoughts jumped and stopped somewhere in finland. i thought about life there, about the people i met and how so few of them [...]
sitting by myself in the living room. had sushi with astrid – just a normal evening. ut then again i figured how much i have changed in the last 11 months, how much i (and my life) have changed by astrid being in it. how much this place has changed. it’s those little things that [...]
oh sweet joy of public pressure. the austrian bank bawag i blogged about earlier fired up their thrust reversers. after what the bawag calls “a considerable amount of public discussion” the bank decided to take back it’s pre-cerberus-aquisition decision to close down any accounts by cubans or cuban-born customers. wow what a pr-desaster.
i believe.
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whenever i meet a new group of people in my life (such as working colleagues in a new department) – all my self-confidence seems to vaporize in a split second. you try to be nice, but not too nice, you try to come up with new ideas but not be a smart-ass, you try to [...]
it’s been exactly 9 hours and 53 minutes since i am fully employed by my newspaper. may day must be a coincidence, the pure joy of working under a CBA…
i believe.
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