Lime/Lame/Lama/

I couldn´t come up with any more words that would look,sounds similar..
and fucking facebook. i pressed the tag "creat a new post" an hour ago and still have written only these first two lines.
and i can not close it cause important people have to receive, and replay important messages.

i´m kind a nice guy, cause i like to please/help most of the people, but there are quite a few moments also when i like to be an asshole or just talk bad.

well this is a picture of today where, i was walking to the bus station and it was raining quite a bit.
on my way i saw this group of attractive girls standing in the rain, in front of the government house and protesting (or more like saying their opiion) against the war in Afganistan.

so i just had to take a picture with them, cause it look like quite a fail.
i think that i was the first person who actually stopped to take a look (also pictures) at them for a while.

in the first picture ther´s a girl looking at me, with a bit confused, not that happy face (probably no one would be that happy to stand in a rain with a flag pole in the hand for several hours), and in the second picture she saw me taking a picture and raised her sign up in the air and smiled.

nothing against what are they doing, definitely nothing against those pretty ladies themselves,
just a bit funny, how not good was their tries to call for people´s attentions.

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as i was introduced to this word -Karma- few years ago i bet it would hit me, with not a successful event (i´m planing to make one), cause i just said this thing about this protest.
same as i gave back an iphone i found on a street and found my stolen bike few month later..
in that case, fuck you karma.

Enough of me now.

Or at least finish you dish.

or just at least a thought, work or anything you started.
at least for me that´s quite a problem, that i have started to do so many things and nearly never i´ve finished the shit up.
also now, i wanted to start to have my artist, designer carrier but it´s just not me.

and by not being able to decide what do i really want to do i´ve wasted more time then money in cigarette´s during the last half a year.

I have tried to do everything cause it looked cool or it looked cool. and often it looked very cool.

I know that i am supposed to make videos, a lot and very cool ones, and i will get back to that very soon. Only i need to learn how to make a fucking ( sufficient for me ) website and then i´m off.





...and it´s also not cool to through food out, so finish you dish.


a bit too serious but can´t be crazy ass funny all the time, how to get out my inner gay-side once a while :)

eat your fish.

.. or maybe if your not that much into eating fish on a lovely sunday morning - you can just look at these beautiful ones.
I was told to do that, so now you have to do it as well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLYLIenbYLc

how, high can you go?

Another post from "This thing happened in the bus" series.
Or actually i was sitting in a bus and i noticed a dude, on bike driving by a bus driver and showing his middle finger to a bus driver. Something a bit funny at least happened during this not so funny evening + i don´t i´ve ever seen someone being able to put his finger so far up in the nose that another bus driver.. waiting for the light to turn green, he was having he´s moment of the life and i think he was able to scratch his brain at that moment.. fuck :D


Enough with this exciting stories, cause i got my bike freeee, freedom, my bike is free, i can finally jump on it like on a wild horse in wild west and it will take me wherever my orders will guide it. After 4 months of waiting for it´s awesome owner it´s ready to be used once again.. And it needs to get ready one more day, cause the weather is too fucked up to go out.
and no i´m not afraid of the weather, i´m just a great owner of my ride.

three stories good stories?
mmh, no.

map of a mind - keeps you blind

i don´t even know how the fuck i just came up with that, but it sounds awesome. Even better than your name.

Yes, yes gangster is back in the building for one line, and then i´ll write about how insecure my inner self is..
No fuck now, i don´t have my inner myself, so though i am. (i will write it down later in my personal diary that´s under my bed.. good thing no one ever reads the things written in brackets, cause it´s always, most of the time a crap information anyway).

A discovery ! With a whole role of duct tape you can not, and i repeat, can not stick a projector screen on the wall. Or definitely not with the "Tigers" duct (crap) tape for sure.

Here you can have a look to a picture that i took with my HD calculator.

until you figure out how i can stick that thing back on the wall + something cool about yourself, i see you then!