They are made to be loved

3 am...

What an inspirational weather (and time) to write about a serious story.

Anyways, the story begins with these tracks. I've been spontaneously hearing these tracks, coming out from a loudspeaker, near me. I sometimes like the tunes coming out from those loudspeakers, and sometimes I just put my headset on, and keep working. But listening to these songs, now, is having a radically different taste...that bitter and sweet, nostalgic feeling.

Something have changed. I was so blind to not to see this coming, but it did. I wasn't aware of the impact of this major change, but, now I am.Too late , doll !

What am I talking about ? 

Am talking about my own experiences in life. Some people are against the use of the word "experience" when it's about actions/major events happening in one's life. Logically and realistically, it is. Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night with no lights on IS an experience among so many. Falling in love, breaking a leg, smashing your car's window...all of those are experiences that we either learn from or forget about.

This summer, I've been through something different...

I've learnt how to make great friends, how to socialize and fit in a large group of various people. Being naturally shy is sometimes a social handicap. However, getting over it, and opening up to everyone is as good as smoking a cigarette and drinking an ice-cold coffee.

Am not writing this entry to tell my story...Am sending a special message, to a special person.

Wherever you are, what ever you're doing, thinking and saying : You have somehow changed the course of my life. You left, but you did leave something behind you, which is a pretty big spot for you in my life.

You're having your own paradigm in life, am having my own, they are so much different from one anther but sometimes they meet. You want to see me as the girl who left you for no reason ? Let it be. You want to believe that I don't give a f**k about you. So be it, as long as I know that it's not true. 

I care, respect and cherish the heck out of you ! Even if we knew each other in a very short period of time, during which, a lot have happened (Oh mine :D ). I haven't knew much about you, but I knew what I need to know : you're a keeper. In other plain words, we met, I liked you, you liked me, we went out, we broke up, I still care about you, so I gotta keep you, from a motive of simple love and respect. Friendship is something  precious. Not everyone, or anyone would value it and deeply consider it. And humbly saying, I do...

Hope this message would reach its target. Hope everything will go just fine, and everything would get back to normal. On this earth, we'd rather hold no grudge for each other, life is too short for hating people.Forgive and move on...

Peace from Tunisia ! 

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(3 : 46 am ! Holy shit ! 46 minutes to write this ! )

Orbiting the world

I love sharing some  inspiring stories about different people, from all accross the globe.

So this Jimmy Webb, a store manager, is the neo Iggy. He believes that style may be summed up in two bare words : Truth & Energy.

He says : "I used to be a drug addict, a typical case. Living homeless in the park, no socks. I have a crate of socks out there, now, in the other room. Full of socks, because I never want to be without socks. I like passing them on to people-- I believe socks represent love, because I remember when I didn't have a pair."

Next true story is Nelson Campbell's, a social director from California. He thinks that "There is an oppression that makes men afraid of being beautiful" and I do share him the same opinion. 

He wears different items from different countries and places so he can still feel the presence of that particular foreign culture around him, all the time.He wears the ancient history of multiple nations, proudly carries their essences wherever he goes. 

He says about Thailand : "The natural presence is dominant and strong. Such a beautiful place with such good hearts and a willingness to be positive and show love and respect. Life is about much more than money and the sating of worldly desires."

Another amazing story is about two fine art Students, meeting each other in very weird circumstances.

They are Kira Panfilova and Oliver Short.Two dreamers who are brave enough to ride the waves of their imagination.

Oliver says : "Kira was standing at the top of the escalator with a brown suitcase, leopard print jacket, and beautiful red hair. I walked up to her and said, 'I know it's kind of strange for me to come up to you, but I also know there is no way we would meet in a normal situation, so would you like to be my friend?'"  

Oliver says:  "Sometimes it is easier to draw or paint than to talk." 

Ending this entry with this marvelous sonority :

Marlow - Machine 

                

photos : Stylelikeu.com 

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12.09.11

05:03 am

The sound of rain drops on my roof woke me up. I recall feeling delighted when I've heard such sounds.I predicted a cloudy and a bit chilly weather during the morning.I was right,It was cloudy and chilly indeed.

On the sweet melody of rain I fell asleep again.

Everyday, I step out of the bed and ask myself a quite considerable yet annoying amount of existential questions whilst sleeping again on the cold mirror.

" Do I have to go? "

Well, Cleverbot answered "yes". So, I obeyed.I dragged myself out of the room.I stirred my black coffee and looked through the window. Another disturbing question emerged.

" Should I talk to him? " 

Cleverbot said : " No,ignoring is always the answer" 

That was not the answer that I've been keen to hear,but I had one day to obey that virtual messed-up mind.And I did...Hours later,I wish I didn't...

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end of story. Love telling "from the wall" stories.Especially when they are from my reality.