Saturday 27 August 2011

what you've got when it's gone


When you have nothing, you have nothing to loose. That should be like a goal or something to achieve, to aspire. But coping with loosing everything must be the hardest thing to do. Loosing everything is admitting what a dumb looser you are, cause you never hear anyone say: "Hey, great job loosing all you had, dude! Great job!".

But indeed there's good in loosing. (Or at least there should be.) Provided you accept you are flawed, you are stupid and you will always make mistakes. I'm not referring to people having their lives destroyed by natural disasters, but to those who's decisions have destroyed their dreams and hopes and will to carry on. How many times in life can one find himself flat on his back trying to get up on his knees? Will you know what to do not no find yourself in the same situation again? And if you don't learn from your mistakes, will it be easier next time?

The sooner you accept it, the better. Imagine accepting all's gone. Imagine having nothing. What point is then valuing what you had, when it is gone?

A tear tastes like a drop of blood.

Monday 15 August 2011

There’s this one time in Soho, London...

Two eastern European immigrants enter a gay bar... True story, this time it's no joke.

So I was walking around Soho with a friend and decided to sit for a beer. And we picked the first pub with free seats on the table since we were not the mood to stand out from the crowd. Not from that crowd any way. I don't remember the the name of the pub, but I can remember our revelation when we turned from the bar with our pints: "do you see any women in here?".

Fearfully we escorted our drinks to what seemed the most isolated table on the premises, with shyness in our eyes as we scouted around. We took notice of the two exits and named the nearest as the emergency one. Soon beer got us looking for the other most important door in a pub. It is then we noticed there was no ladies' room. And having looked around we saw no need for it, cause everywhere you looked there were just men wearing skinny shirts and other revealing revealing clothing, commonly known as gay clothes. But going straight to the men's room seemed like going into the beast's lair. For you may go straight but must never turn your back! All butt that.

After all, gay bars are quite straight forward... Well, I guess they're actually neither straight nor forward; butt backwards...

The beef burger was great though. I was stuffed after that.

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