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I proudly present: A world premiere!

Me actually blogging in English! Let’s hope this won’t be a disaster…for the both of us

The thought of wasting your precious and limited lifetime by making you read this while it’s nothing more than a cruel torture…ugh!

But let’s hope for the best! I can’t give you my word that it’ll be worth the effort…at this point I don’t know more about what will come out of my head then you do. I don’t even know what I want to write about…I just felt like writing.

Maybe I’ll just start with telling you something about my humble self: I am a book enthusiast. I adore and devour books. All I need is a style of writing that keeps me hostage to the pages held in my hands. [-Yeah...I'm that old school. Paperbacks rock!]

I could spend hours listing you beautiful passages of books I’ve read. I even started marking them so I could grab the book and find them when I feel like rereading them, or when I simply feel like annoying some poor soul with citing stuff like

‘If everybody minded their own business,’ the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, ‘the world would go round a great deal faster than it does.’

‘Which would not be an advantage,’ said Alice, who felt very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. ‘Just think of what work it would make with the day and night! You see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis -’

‘Talking of axes,’ said the Duchess, ‘chop off her head!’

(Lewis Carroll – Alice in Wonderland)

or even

‘Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.‘ (Oscar Wilde – The Picture of Dorian Gray).

Haruki Murakami, one of my favourite authors and -imho- a master of words, writes in his novel Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

‘What was lost was lost. there was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Or when he describes the voice of a man someone encounters in A Wild Sheep Chase with

‘He spoke as if running a white-gloved hand over a tabletop’

Let alone J.M. Barrie with his Peter Pan! I just recently finished reading it, and I am fascinated by its beautiful metaphors and images. I didn’t know he wrote this as a play at first and only wrote the book after the success of that very play. You may all know the Disney version of the story, but if you ever feel like reading a book that’ll make you smile…well…just read this and see for yourself:

‘Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side tonight, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way. So as soon as the door of 27 closed on Mr. and Mrs. Darling there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the milky way screamed out: “Now, Peter!”‘

I guess you see what I’m getting at.

Anyway.

Apart from my obvious book fetish there’s a lot more I love. To keep it simple:

I love my life.

That crazy guy I’m madly in love with, who just keeps amazing me with stuff I didn’t realize about him before. The fact that he shows me what I mean to him. That he makes me laugh harder than anyone else. That I can’t stay mad at him [so far, babe..don't get too cocky with this ] That he’s the man and a friend I can talk to [insert further sweet talk here]

My friends who are the best one can wish for. -Actually I can’t really add more substance to that. I guess it’s all in there.

My families I am so very thankful for.

Of course there’s always something to rant about: work/university/humanity driving you to the brink of insanity. -Just to name a few…

But I guess what it all boils down to is what you focus on:

The good or the ‘not-so-good’ stuff…

I tend to go with the good stuff, keeping an eye on the rest every once in a while. The crap coming your way will do so whether you look out for it or you don’t. You just miss loads of fun while worrying about what might be heading your way.

Closing this piece on ‘anything and nothing’ with lyrics of a song by Amanda Palmer:

But what’s the use of wond’rin’ // If the ending will be sad?

‘We’ll see about that in time anyway’, said Kat

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