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Because the summer’s all gone

Posted by Sirin on Jul 30, 2010 in The Feeling, Thoughts, reading

(Maybe not yet, but it’s never to early to start preparing.)

I would love to be able to convey the feeling I get when listening to Autumn Almanac or … Manic Monday. The feeling that everything’s okay. School and stress is nothing as long as you find time to sit indoors watching the autumn storms through thick windows with a great big cup of tea in one hand and a great big book in the other.

Friday evening, people come together,
hiding from the weather.

About friendship and huddleness and pubs and talking philosophically. It makes you work even harder when you do work, which can only be good.

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And I know. Manic Monday … I don’t choose these songs deliberately, so what can you do, eh?

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Ode to the Universe

Posted by Sirin on Jun 20, 2010 in Adventures, I don't like

I fill my legs and quote book with quotes and they make me laugh, but still it is the inevitable truth that something is ending. That a Rose by any other name doesn’t always smell as sweet. That however much you reach out someone always run faster than you. That sand is slipping through your fingers.

I dress myself in my longest, brownest cloaks and make woshing sounds. I run like a madman, I fall through glass roofs, I pick up every screwdriver I can get my hands on.

I close my eyes and ruffle up my hair.

I do realize that the time has come. That it doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, five years is only five years. It begins to come clear, even to me, that all things have to end, and when that time comes all your running and hair-ruffling and cloaking have been for nothing.

This is the end, the end of time.

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I don’t want to go.

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Do you think I’m taking this a little too seriously?

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Won’t get fooled again

Posted by Sirin on Jun 11, 2010 in I don't like

Rain. Rain, rain, rain, RAIN, ring.

I managed to beat all the gym leaders in my Pokémon game (Pokémon Red for GameBoy Color) and was thus able to enter the Pokémon league. It’s really hard. You have to beat all these trainers while you at the same time get attacked by tons of wild Pokémon who you can’t escape from. Also, you have to push boulders around to actually get on.

At the same time it’s a little weird being at the end of the game (even though the end may be some way off in the speed I’m progressing in). I’ve had this game since I was seven. As I didn’t understand English back then, it was a bit hard. Could’ve been in Japanese for all I understood. Still, it’s a bit sad finishing well … anything. I don’t like endings, nor beginnings really. It’s like the best part of a book is always in the middle, same way with games, with films, with life.

I just got to beat those trainers!

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No homework + grey weather =

Posted by Sirin on Jun 9, 2010 in Holidays, Thoughts

Juggling!

I suddenly found myself with a lot of spare time on my hands as the summer holiday is drawing ever nearer and homework is as good as non-existent. I have tried several methods of making my day as interesting as possible. Yesterday I made an experiment watching Doctor Who and reading Sandman. It was highly successful, but soon my head ached and I felt all soggy after watching Doctor Who

for two hours

in my tiny bedroom.

(A friend of mine claims that it’s not that small, it’s only me that’s filled it with books and  … books. Maybe this is true.)

Which lead me to feverishly trying to find other entertainment.

Then!

It fell into my head like an exploding light bulb.

Juggling. Of course it had to be juggling. As a result, I’m now on my way to becoming a juggler. It will take time.

I have time.

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Parmesan and the end of the world

Posted by Sirin on Jun 5, 2010 in Food

I’ve always believed that if you had parmesan on a dish, it became Italian. Today, however, my mum said they she’d heard from an Italian cook that this was not the case.

My world came crashing down around me.

Damn you, mother.

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It’s not a wind-up, love. He really thinks like this.

Posted by Sirin on Jun 4, 2010 in Thoughts

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Note to self:

Use the word ‘wee’ more often.

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James Hook, thou not wholly unheroic figure, farewell. For we have come to his final moment.

Posted by Sirin on Jun 3, 2010 in The Feeling

Amongst our magnificent and slightly too big rhubarbs, small nettles have made their home. Anyone trying to pick rhubarb quickly gets punished by the local nettle.

Damn you.

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I’m not helping you, officially. And if anyone happens to ask whether I made any material difference to the welfare of this planet, you can tell them I came and went like a summer cloud.

Posted by Sirin on Jun 2, 2010 in Thoughts

Wind hushing through the trees. Straw hats and pollen. The summer has arrived. I’m intrigued by the fact that summer seems to be everyone’s favourite season. Why not appreciate the autumn storms, winter coziness and the new life of spring in the same way? I agree, the light lasts a bit longer and the weather is a bit warmer,

but,

don’t anyone care about myths anymore?

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The sentence above is interesting for two reasons: 1) It is an important part of modern society
and 2) I made it up for no apparent reason.

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You really got me now

Posted by Sirin on May 24, 2010 in Daily challenges, The Feeling

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Some days I’m just above everyone and everything. All humans with petty conversation and buses that never arrive on time. I’m above working and singing and conversing because nothing of it is important enough. What is important to remember on such days is to bring a shovel. When your superiority completely takes over do this: dig a hole, jump in it and pound the walls for a couple of hours.

The next day I usually go around in euphoria, just being happy for being alive. Which can be nice in it’s own little way.

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I used to be a lord, y’know

Posted by Sirin on May 19, 2010 in Adventures

I was one of Faramir’s men the other day. For a few glorious moments I was a grim and fearless archer willing to risk everything for his country. Then reality returned.

But still.

I find the level of belief I had those few moments beautifully scary. It made me remember how I used to play ten years ago. I’m not old, I’m truly not. Yet there are certain aspects of my younger years I have forgotten. I play too seldom and am too frivolous when I do. What happened to serious games where you actually are Faramir or Pocahontas or a troll? You don’t pretend that you are them.

You are.

It scared me that I felt so grown up. The only remedy I can think of is a few shots with my bow and pick a bunch of flowers. That’ll get the job done nicely.

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