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Heaven Pier

When I was in Rzeszow, there was a river in front of my dorm, and I would keep making plans to go for a walk by it and get some exercise done, apart from exploring the place. But, despite only working for 3 hours a day, I didn't do it regularly as I should have as I'd wake up late and it'd be dark by the time I was free to do it and other stupid lazy reasons, because when I finally did, I stumbled across the most beautiful, most serene sights, that I can't and will never forget. On our day off - I think it was a Friday, me and Donna were just lazying around the room when we decided to go downstairs to the Biedronka for a groceries run. I had not even showered yet, so I just put some pants on my pyjamas and wore my jacket. The best thing about the cold is that you can be braless and there's no way it can be obvious :P :D I idly said that I should go for that walk I was planning to do as we were leaving, but I didn't think I'd actually do it as I wasn'

Fruity Mind Basket

Until and unless you don't forgive yourself, nobody's forgiveness can redeem you. Your conscience is not bound to anyone else's. So even if you pass judgement or bitchy comments on someone's attitude, it will only affect the person to the extent of which his conscience is guilt ridden. If he's not guilty, anything you express will be as good as unheard, he will be indifferent, possibly even if you're hurting. But if he's guilty, the same words could pierce like daggers, the same words could cause a lot of tears. The idea is to redeem yourself in your own eyes before you seek for forgiveness, because even if forgiveness is granted completely, with a clean heart and it's as true a forgiveness as can be, the guilty person will not believe it, he will not accept it, and although your forgiveness might count for something, and it might help the person in his path to redemption, especially if you mean a lot to them, it will not do the job in it's entirety:

Mo' Kotez Bit Chase

The thing about living in the past, what makes it okay, is if you're not alone. It's only when you're the only one when it becomes an issue. Lots of people hang on to what they had and live in the past, too afraid to embrace the realities of the present or face what the future holds. Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death. Politeness is organized indifference. At the end of the day, words are just that, words. You're good not because somebody is bad. You're good because of the goodness in you. It's not about minimizing being dependent, it's about maximizing being independent. Every person with whom you'll have a meaningful relationship with will be irreplaceable. If it ends, don't go looking for a replacement. Each experience is new, you can't get or give the same things from and to more than one person. That's because you as a person are constantly changing, so you shouldn't expect everything else to stay the s

A-PAUL-ING

A lot of really strange (stranger than usual) things have been happening to me off late. Like I mentioned, the phase of really weird dreams every night is back, and for the first time, I'm being able to express them in half awake undecipherable drunkish typing ways and the other morning I woke up and I wrote this and I saw it later in the day and went "what?" multiple times and made my dear friend (and probably sole reader of this blog) read it and she said "appalling" in her witty, inimitable way and I instantly decided to post it on my blog. It's the end of the world 100 people left all nameless limited resources only one person's name can be Paul. It can be anyone. When you claim your name to be Paul you get to eat and after 4 hours you have to die. Within 4 hours then some one else claims to be Paul so that he can eat and to save the first Paul. The mission is to save everyone. Nobody knows who the real Paul is, not even Paul himself. Also, thi

List Series : Why Life Back Home Is Awesome

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This list series is officially something that will be indefinitely ongoing as and when the inspiration or idea strikes. I should probably sort this blog into sections to make for organised viewing for the informed reader; sections like poems, stories, rants, travel posts, 'philosophical' posts, quotes, and other non classifiable miscellaneous shit like this . Maybe I'll do it later since I am jobless enough and I already have a hard copy of all my writing already organized that way so it should be easy enough. I've been away from home and all that I knew and was so familiar with, and so took so easily for granted, for 70 days and I've been realising some of these things, some little, some pretty big ever since I got back home a week ago. Anyway, let's start! 1. MY MOTHER! And her face, and her smile, and her eyes, and her cute walk, and her sweet voice, and everything about her! 2. THIS! I was so happy to see my pillows and my comforter and I've be

English Bananas

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You a'right? Bananas (probably not) from London! Leaving Rzeszow was not easy for me at all. I had to re-book my bus to Warsaw for an earlier one since the weather was really bad thanks to Hurricane Xavier and I was afraid that my original night bus would be delayed like the previous night's bus was and I couldn't take the chance considering I had a morning flight. So I woke up late, having slept late writing my last post on here and I had to rush like crazy, re-booking my bus and last minute packing of tidbits with lots of help from Donna. We'd originally planned to go to Market Square one last time but sadly it couldn't happen, well not for another few years! So I reached Warsaw late that night and was supposed to stay with this wonderful girl I'd just met over Facebook but unfortunately she was in Krakow for the weekend so 2 of her boyfriend's male cousins were to host me instead. I was nervous because I'd never met them and it was the first t

Jestem Wanderer's Wandering Daughter

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Dzien dobry! All my bags are packed and I'm ready to leave Poland, how and where the past 2 months went, I wonder. It feels like only yesterday that this bed I'm sitting on felt new, this huge square pillow so uncomfortable and weird. It feels just like yesterday that I got on the plane all nerves and excitement, not knowing where I'll live, what this place'll really be like, not knowing so much. There's so much to be said about how it's been, and so this is going to be a very long post. I should have been more actively blogging so I don't have to sit here now and think about 2 months' stock full of memories but here I am, sleep eludes me, so let's do this! In my second week, after I'd settled in, after this , work did start, and I went to a school half an hour away from my dorm, teaching 2 classes of 1.5 hours each from Tuesday to Friday for 2 weeks. My first day there was interesting; me and Donna (my roommate and fellow Exchange Par

SeaTs!

You know how low lying islands are being submerged regularly because of global warming melting ice caps right, so we should build this super durable structure, preferably transparent, starting from the ocean floor and reaching all the way above sea level so it's as tall as the Eiffel Tower and then it should stretch out to either side to form a T. And a city should be built on top, one that is sustainable enough to never need complete refurbishment(?). And the building should obviously be strong enough to support the plateau city on top. It should heavily secured and unbreakable, anti-earthquake and anti-tsunami. It should be transparent so that people can take the elevator and go all the way down to the ocean floor and be able to see the ruins of civilisations past and ofcourse sea animal life. But not everyone should be allowed to do it, otherwise terrorists need only figure out how to destroy the building to bring the whole SeaT down. Get it? SeaTs = Cities = Seats So cool! A