LOTS OF STUDYING AND WORK

Lately I have been doing all sorts of things I hate (school and work), so my time for blogging just disappeared. I have these really hard exams waiting for me in April, May and June and I don't exactly know how I am going to get prepared for them. So I decided, to start studying more, so I don't have problems later. This, unfortunately, means that I won't have so much time for writing posts here... . So if I don't post anything for a month, don't think that I'm dead LOL. I wish you all good luck in your lives and when I pass those terryfying :) exams I'll return. Bye!

	Björk - Hyperballad
	Lazy

PAINTING THE WALLS BLACK

With no meaning, with no sense
walking and jumipg, trying to dance
spinning and swaying, noone cares
I am the one, the one who dares

They all see me moving around
they all hear me singing so loud
but their reaction is hidden to me
probably 'cause they don't want me to see

Now I'm painting the walls black
so no light can ever reach me
I don't want my eyes back
there's nothing here to see

Now I'm painting the walls black
so noone understands
I don't want my eyes back
Though they're in my hands.

THE UNDERSTANDING

The sun coming through the window
made us realize there's light
eyes were made open
the returning of sight

Paralell universe consumed our senses
presented a better way
but nothing was deeper than blindness
yet it made us stay

Now the line was curved into an endless spiral
our thoughts going down the line
we got into a point of no return
and died ... you'll never be mine!

SILENCE WILL LEAD

Hold this breath, don't breathe
silence will lead
no time for emotions
no time for hate

Save these eyes, you'll see
silence will lead
no place for this moment
no place for the one

Detach these arms, don't speak
silence will lead
no pain for the fallen
no pain for this

Uncover this face, no fear
silence will lead
no love for the trusted
no love for me.

THE CHAOTIC ONE IS ONE YEAR OLD!

The 6th January 2005 was the day when I decided to create a blog. It's funny that a year has passed since then, because I never believed that my blog-addiction would last more than a week or two. I discovered that blogging is a great way of making friends online, much better than chatting or playing games. For me a blog is something like a picture of my mind, and if someone reads it, it can be compared to talking to me. This blog exists thankso the people who read it and give feedback, to people who are influenced and want to influence, to people who are kind and generous... . The first one to read my blog was Misa (Waterpuzzle). She is a person full of love and respect, she helped me a lot, there is something special in every word she wrote... so ... a big THANK YOU Misa! Then there were people like The Frozen, who wrote beautiful poems but has stopped writing, The Artful Blogger, a charming woman taking care of her children and writing about her life as a mother and as a woman. Dondon009 is one of my favourite online friends. He is a true artist... despite he doesn't make any stuff considered 'art'...when I read his blog I feel poetry in every post. I have learned lots of new things only by reading Dondon... another big THANK YOU Dondon! Then there is Indeterminacy with his always surprising stories... he posts pictures and writes short stories that are related to the pictures. This person has great fantasy... I enjoy every word he writes. I also want to thank everybody who has ever visited this blog and of course my friends from Slovakia... all the poeple that I know inspired me to write. You people make me feel good! You are the ones who make my words 'heard'. Thank You!

ECSTASY? IN MY BAG? WTF?

I came home today from the city, glad that I was finally home... I sat down on my wheelchair, turned the music on, relaxed for a while then I turned on the browser and started my usual web surfing. Suddenly my mother came in the room asking me a question: 'What is this?' holding a small blue pill in her hand. I was shocked... why should I know anything about the pill? I examined it closely... it had the shape of viagra and there was a number written on it..think it was 50. My mother told me it fell out of my bag when she was tyding the flat and that she thought it was ecstasy. I couldn't believe it! It was obvious that the pill was mine, but I didn't know anything about it. But she wouldn't believe me (I'm not surprised, the chance of someone dropping a pill into my bag is really small).. so now I am officially a drug addict. Great isn't it? Anyway they are not sure if it's ecstasy, so they're going to have the pill checked by professionals. I just hope it's not ecstasy... .And if it is... too bad for me isn't it? This is just a story I had to share with you. Have a nice day everybody!

	Within Temptation - See Who I Am
	WTF?

FATE IS MISERY

The fear has fallen, now it's time to lose your head
the mind is simple, there's little inside
you were lying so motionless in your bed
something tells me it will no longer hide

The sin is changing you, and your existence
the dreams have vanished, darkness comes alone
pray your life won't lose its resistance
anything known becomes a secret of your own

[chorus]
So what are you saying? No words are needed
this fire spreads over the faces
So why are you trying? You can't beat it
this time it will burn you too
So what does this mean? The light's been relit
the rain will come and wash us all
So why is this so unreal?
fate is misery...

The fear is hiding, so it stays unseen for a while
thoughless and blinding, senses are gone
you would love to explain, to describe
but noone listens to you, you stay alone

>a song I wrote today, I hope I'll have time so I can make it into a real song, not only lyrics... btw HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone!