tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140770982012-02-02T02:17:36.243+01:00I stood upon a high place, <br>And saw, below, many devils <br>Running, leaping, <br>And carousing in sin. <br>One looked up, grinning, <br>And said: "Comrade! Sister!"Iranoreply@blogger.comBlogger4441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-83567795586989407952012-01-20T21:52:00.000+01:002012-01-20T21:52:06.209+01:00

It snowed today. Practically half of the day. If there's snow outside when I look out the window tomorrow morning, I might just take a picture. At the kindergarten, the children were playing outside. We shovelled the snow. Made snowballs and attacked each other.I had snow in my hair. It was cold and wet. And we went back inside after awhile to get warm again. We also made pancakes for

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Plans get flushed down the toilet sometimes on days like Sundays. Mine anyway. I listened to Marit's new album last night, Spark, (which I got Michael for his birthday) and then immediately switched to the Evanescence album when I was done. Relief. With my sketchbook in my hand the whole time, I managed to draft out two new paintings. I wanted to clean the house today, do the ironing, revise for

Iranoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-67828066431214186632012-01-11T22:24:00.001+01:002012-01-11T22:32:44.392+01:00

3 days into my daily routine and I feel fine. The first two days, I had a little pain in my legs. Muscles complaining again. I noticed some more bleeding on my thighs and swelling around my ankles - a sign that the vasculitis (still pretty much) lingers. Although this is nothing compared to the major bleeding I had two weeks ago, it still bothers me. I hate the sight of it. I hate feeling it. But

Iranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-10558359263504805882012-01-07T13:10:00.000+01:002012-01-07T13:10:08.061+01:00

I tried doing push-ups in the middle of the night --- agonizing. My first attempt. Pathetically. It's good that I took the week off. Saturday afternoon and I'm writing in a good mood. :) The Leukocytoclastic Vasculitis  is completely gone. My vessels aren't exploding under my skin anymore. Wow. What a good feeling. My leg muscles however, still feel rather week. The skin at my legs have healed

Iranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-66038346765333279442012-01-03T06:00:00.000+01:002012-01-07T13:12:37.190+01:00

Started early on Monday morning to go to the doctor so that I may clear up some things about my condition. The vasculitis lingers. I had, again, muscle pain on Saturday and Sunday after giving Michael a haircut - stood too long. Today the pain's almost gone. But that doesn't mean that it won't come back. Called up work. Called up school. Said I won't be around. Maybe I'll be back next week,

Iranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-40852288207058447652012-01-02T17:40:00.002+01:002012-01-02T17:40:45.602+01:00

Berlin was pretty. It's a huge city, with over 3 Million people. It's a little grey and washed out.... gave me the creeps. But on the other hand, I felt a little bit at home. Just a tiny little bit. Shopping malls, subways and buses that run every few minutes, skyscrapers.... and that familiar city life I remember I grew up in. Maybe I'm crazy, but I went to Berlin anyway despite the vasculitis.

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I was looking forward to the holidays. Looking forward to Göttingen. Looking forward to Berlin. And then I ended up in hospital. After writing my last post, things only turned out worse for me. How lucky could I be to have fallen sick during the holiday season? Seriously. I couldn't find the medical attention I need because every damn doctor was on holiday. I am now writing from Göttingen and

Iranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-73096454129877056942011-12-19T15:12:00.000+01:002011-12-19T15:12:03.841+01:00

It snowed this morning, a little, but it was nice to watch. I just came home from work after a very long day. It didn't start very well. The streets were frosty and icy and on my way to the bus station I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs. I'm fine. Only my knees got badly bruised. Now that I'm home I noticed rashes - redness - on my lower legs. I didn't see them last night or this

Iranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-39588817325248187712011-12-18T06:00:00.000+01:002011-12-18T06:00:02.881+01:00

Paradise by Coldplay The rest of the world must have heard this song a long time ago and I just did last week. It makes you dream. Coldplay makes you dream. And love.

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After work yesterday I spent some time in downtown Goslar. Walked into a bookstore to collect a book I recently ordered. Paid for it -  €8,99. A horrifying book with a horrifying title. And what's being written in it is extremely, extremely brutal. A true story that happened here in Germany. "Vater under in der Hölle" by Ulla Fröhling The title means "Our father in hell". A story about a

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-67651049575600976572011-12-16T20:10:00.001+01:002011-12-16T20:10:18.569+01:00

Good evening, Europe. Good morning, Asia. I'm back to blogging again, for now. It gives me a good feeling to be sitting at the computer again. I don't even remember what that's like anymore when my days only occupy me with school, work, and the desire to just recuperate from all that. I miss my online friends and my family and friends who are online. It's kind of hard to believe that

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I wanted to see the lights in the city. Here it smells like cookies, caramel, cinnamon, roasted almonds and warm wine.  The crowd reminded me of Singapore. And I didn't like it, not one bit. But I wanted to take some pictures so my readers could see :) I must have walked up and down this street dozens of times by now. I know every corner :P (well, almost) People say you

Iranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-28306542624853302362011-12-15T16:51:00.003+01:002011-12-15T16:51:56.988+01:00

Am Nikolaustag saß ich stundenlang im Büro um fünfzig kleine Überraschungspäckchen zu verpacken. (I spent hours in the office on Saint Nicholas' Day to pack fifty little surprise-bags.) Ziemlich langweilig war's... (It was pretty boring...) Ich wäre lieber bei den Kindern. (I'd rather be with the kids.) Aber es sah weihnachtlich aus und Süßigkeiten mögen Kinder

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-85621948455092130612011-12-15T15:09:00.000+01:002011-12-15T15:09:01.468+01:00

  "Now kita ada 3 animals to look after: Bonbon, Snowy and Bird.  Bird nya baik tau, kak. Dia tak nak terbang.  Every morning baba balik kerja, baba will open the sangkar punya door.  Nanti dia keluar, jalan-jalan satu rumah, berak rata-rata." Translation: Postitle: Umi (my mum) said... "Now we have 3 animals to look after: Bonbon, Snowy and Bird. The bird is a nice bird. It doesn't want

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Here's what I love about being around children: I get to do art and nobody cares what sort of art is it! Yay! We made Christmas cards last week and the kids were excited the moment I complete the outline of the christmas tree with a star on top. They couldn't wait to show it to their Mamas and Papas :) One christmas tree wasn't enough. There has to be two on the card. And we're

Iranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-84141077716629693692011-11-28T16:03:00.001+01:002011-11-28T16:11:11.086+01:00

It cheers me up when it's all grey, misty and foggy. Took this picture one day as I was walking home from down town Goslar. These are the St.Georg Ruins. Who he was or what he was... I haven't heard of. This place looks so dead, so cold... so old. But I love how the trees in the distance look. Inspiring. It really gives you a strange feeling when you walk through a fog. Suddenly what used to

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I don't know how long I've been sick now.... had the flu, had fever at 39°C, headache that made me think my head's about to explode, pain in my throat and ears, and evil, evil, evil pflegm (is that how you spell it?). Gross. Went to the doctor and all he said was, "Take painkillers. Then take antibiotics." Yeah, sure. Thank you for nothing. But Monday it is and I am back into my internship. The

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Waldhaus Kindergarten 7 Kilometers away from Goslar, located in the quiet, sleepy town called Wolfshagen, a house stands right next to a forest. This is where I've been doing my internship for the past 4 weeks. I also made a good impression that they've asked me to stay until next summer, which means my internship gets extended for the next 6 months. I'm beyond happy! The

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Two whole weeks of solitude were both inspirational and unusual. When Michael was away for the time, I felt insecure and alone, but at the same time relieved, excited, and most of all independent. I couldn't count the times I talked to myself, or thought to myself that no matter what I am able to pull through. And I did. I did my internship and I went to school and I did my daily routines, as I

Iranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-12661285812524245102011-10-26T18:00:00.000+02:002011-10-26T18:00:11.614+02:00

Sweet and sour chicken with basmati!

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Me enjoying my first classic Magnum for the first time in many, many years.Mmmm....Well-deserved.

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Spicy beef with basmati

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I was a “damned woman” for a second.At least that’s what a 6-year-old called me.Not three weeks into my internship and I already recognise who among the kids in the kindergarten I’m working at would one day grow up to be aggressive, anti-social, sad people. I feel so sorry for the kid, who showed such aggression towards me when I only asked what his name was.Me: “Hi, what’s your name?”Kid: “You

Iranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-87485166810886114962011-10-23T18:42:00.000+02:002011-10-23T18:42:00.730+02:00

Baked potatoes with egg salad.

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Evanescence's Self-titled, 2011I made up my mind and decided to get it so here it is. I've just listened to the whole album and went through the lyrics. It's not as dark as Evanescence used to be, but the words were well-written, and the harp - they managed to blend that in as well.It's in any case brighter, a little livelier, and despite all that, also deep.Very likeable.

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It's always nice to be all wrapped up in bed when it's below zero outside.I remember how I used to hide under the sheets as a little girl, singing, and imagining that I'm safe like in a womb where nothing matters.It's been a tiring week but even though most people would sleep in on a weekend, I don't, because I start off early, like now, to paint. And for some reason, if I don't get out of bed

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-27387397733406974302011-10-17T06:04:00.001+02:002011-10-17T06:04:00.223+02:00

Evanescence's latest self-titled album has been released and I can finally say that the wait's over.Geez.Was that a long one.Five fat years.So I've heard the previews on Amazon.com and what I can say is that they sound incredibily happy. God. It's the total opposite of Fallen, and the Open Door. It's like rock for enlightenment. They've manifested an entirely new sound to themselves. It's kinda

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Black Pepper Beef with Basmati RiceEnjoying a little taste of home.

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I think this is starting to give me orgasms.

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Up at 6am this Sunday morning, I cleared up the battle zone in my kitchen and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. I turned the heater on, sat at the dining table under a dim light and let the cup warm my hands. I was thinking about what I'm going to do in the next two weeks.If it's anything I wouldn't ever expect, is to live on my own for a time. And here I am.That's not such a bad thing when I

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-58698259221831761462011-10-11T21:27:00.000+02:002011-10-11T21:27:00.309+02:00

Each year I change the colour of my eyes.I've ordered a new pair for 2012 and they are on the way!In 2010 I had blue, and in 2011 honey-green.Which colour will it be next year? :))))Excited!

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Each time before I go to bed, I take a long time to fall asleep. I'd lie there, maybe an hour or so, fantasising about holding my next art show - what I would say, what my viewers would say, who I would want to see at the exhibition, what I would like to wear, how I would like to feel...Sometimes I fantasise about my own house, one that I can design and furnish on my own. I think about the

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In this very first part of my Sims 3 Short Stories, we look into an artist with a very intriguing idea. After a long phase of what we call 'artist's block', she received an unexpected visit from her lover. And this suddenly triggered her creativity once more.Cunningly she lured him into a small glasshouse in her backyard fitted with the best entertainment system any guy wouldn't want to

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I could find myself lying in bed one day writing out my troubles in a journal. Can't decide whether I should write it in german or english. When I have to even think about reaching out for my journal, I know something's not right."Relationships are hard. If only I knew earlier..."Growing up just as naive as I could be, it was trouble waiting to happen. I look back at when I was 15, and realize

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-35267273183604856342011-09-30T22:47:00.003+02:002011-09-30T23:17:36.578+02:00

My early morning ritual - taking in the colours of dawn.I'd like to remember the shades I saw for my next painting.I have, finally, a weekend.Going to class and then back again, with so much to do in a day, yet so little time for myself, feels like I'm always running. I'm so tired of it all.I bring good news, which is the fact that I have found a 4-week internship in a Kindergarten in a small

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"Glases"I got a piece of paper in class with blank glasses printed on it.My task was to identify them.And because I had a pen in my hand, I just had to doodle too.I think they look so much better now.Can you differentiate them?

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Two weeks into the program and I can't believe that I'm still alive. Trust me when I tell you that it is beyond belief how loud it is in my class. If I weren't patient and calm enough, I would have just walked out and never come back.Each day that passes, passes slowly. I take my breaks alone, it may seem, but I'm often accompanied by 2 young men from my class, who don't really talk. The two that

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These were some of things that happened in my life in the short time frame of one week…The Program:…like getting accepted in a pre-employment program where they teach you everything you need to know about the career of your choice, learn the twists and turns of your complicated mind from the many tests we have to do, guide us through the ins and outs of applications, interviews and so on and so

Iranoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-53597416584435451032011-08-30T14:26:00.002+02:002011-08-30T14:43:44.426+02:00

I spent almost €10 on exotic spices at a local asian shop and the lady gave me this. :) It is called Glückskekse in German.Say: Glewks-Cake-Suh! Lol. Wonder what it says. Hmm... I have a weakness for... the dark side.

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Tori Amos - Flavor

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Something tells me that I will be up the whole night tonight.There's a storm overhead, and the air smells like... fresh water. For the past 2 days I've been alone, and will be for the next one and a half weeks. Having breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone. Watching TV, cuddled up on the couch alone, as I draft out more paintings in my sketchbook. Listening to the rain. When I do go to bed, I will be

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-22075006312105064492011-08-23T10:58:00.002+02:002011-08-23T11:04:16.910+02:00

It was a good change waking up this morning without the sun in my face and the sensation as if I were a posessed child igniting in flames in my own bed. In my apartment it's dark, just like the grey skies outside that seem so low as though I could reach out and touch them. Let it storm, baby!

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Part 2 "Let Me In" USA, 2010 Coolness: 7/10 This movie was based on the book "Let the right one in" by John Ajvide Lindqvist and also the original film. The Looks: The movie title differs a little, but it does no harm. The two main characters in the movie are Owen (Kodi Smit-McPhee) and Abby (Chloë Grace Moretz). In the first instance I had noticed that lots of details in the movie are

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In this 2 part movie review of mine, I look into the films: "Låt den rätte komma" in and "Let Me In", both of which was based on the novel by John Ajvide Lindqvist. Taking place in the early 80s, this is a story about a 12-year-old boy who's being bullied in school, who made friends with a vampire child. A little girl. They fall in love. Here thrives friendship and romance with a hint of

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I don't know how Adam Young does it writing down such majestic words. How I Became The Sea - Owl City June was the lobster shell I dug by hand A haven that hid me well Beneath the sand The wide windy waves washed in But I stayed dry The great breakers broke again As I nodded off inside And then When the Empress ran aground And my eyes turned blue and green I heard a gorgeous sound And that's

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-61136865625067172772011-08-20T10:50:00.003+02:002011-08-20T11:29:07.979+02:00

Think I watched Inception about 3 times now... probably because one of the characters pretty much caught my attention - made me think. And gosh is he tall, dark, handsome, sharp, a bit creepy, the most logical of the team, and the most skeptical. Arthur, The Point Man. Portrayed by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Doesn't he resemble John Conor in Terminator 2? Or like the late Heath Ledger (with shorter

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A Saturday... it was about 22°C outside, windy, grey, cool. I spent it with Michael, taking a walk downtown, cooking up a great meal in the kitchen, and cuddling up on the couch watching a movie I've been looking forward to: Let Me In. All the hugs and kisses he gave me, made me feel like there's more to love than I can ever experience in my entire life. And his warmth... I cannot begin to

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It was like a dream: we saw a cat that looked a lot like Mohrle. Perched on the warm roof of the car, watching the world go by. It felt like she was there again... Stretching a little... as we approach. She came to us and said hi! Michael fell in love. Aww... A narrow street, so quiet on a weekend. Or any day of the week, for that matter. Alleys and things. Outside the

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I was in a medical room of some sort lined up with things that looked like dialysis machines. I saw other girls there and they were visions of my classmates from way back during my school days. I was a young girl again. Maybe 14. We were told by the strange staff that our blood is to be cleansed. That we must lie down and remain very still until the process is complete. I looked and saw no

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Hurts - Illuminated Time waits for no one, So do you want to waste some time, Oh, oh tonight? Don't be afraid of tomorrow, Just take my hand, i'll make it feel so much better tonight Suddenly my eyes are open, Everything comes into focus, oh, We are all illuminated, Lights are shining on our faces, blinding Swing me these sorrows, And try delusion for a while, It's such a beautiful night,

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Today is my home country's 46th independence day and they will be celebrating with a live parade in a couple of hours. The whole country is having a holidays and everyone will be watching. I've only been to a parade once in the year 2000, or so. It was hot. I mean the weather. To just sit there in the open air watching the march, performances, light displays, projections and fireworks. The

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I woke up to the sound of the wind rushing through the trees and the rain tapping on my windows. It's grey outside and this reminds me of winter. So I'm back in our sweet little apartment, and it's been an okay week. I was once again put in a position where I am to make decisions I was not ready to make; there was a moment when I could only cry, let it all go, and then eventually stopped

Iranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14077098.post-86163486366037419262011-07-31T00:31:00.003+02:002011-07-31T01:15:07.648+02:00

So... this is it. Summer holidays are almost over. Tomorrow we'll be driving back to Goslar. Some days ago I was looking forward to it. Tonight, not really.But as my sister would tell me: happy thoughts, happy thoughts....Sadly, though, Micha received news that one of his classmates had recently taken her own life and upon hearing this he has been since then in deep melancholy."She was nice,

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First of all, I mean this well.For some reason I just don't feel like flipping out tonight, which is why I would love to take the opportunity to come up with a bunch of things that you can do when your boyfriend, husband or partner ignores you.This is especially hard for us women because of these things we tend to do:believe that our happiness and satisfaction depend on the guythink that we have

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Es ist Freitag morgen, noch 2 Tage in Göttingen und dann fahren wir zurück. Gestern war's schönes Wetter, heute sieht's aber ein bisschen traurig aus. Wir waren auf dem Tierfriedhof um Mohrles Grab zu verschönen. Ein Glasrahmen mit einem Foto von ihr habe ich darauf gestellt. Auch eine Solar-Lampe steht jetzt da als Deko. Ich dachte, vielleicht wäre Kerzen genug gewesen. Aber wer will diese jeden

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This is what young girls should know and learn from:Snow White:She rode away with the prince in hopes that life will now and forever be perfect... and then -There she stands with children, a dog, and what does the Prince do?Sit in front of the TV for the whole day, of course.She regretted leaving the Seven Dwarves behind.Cinderella:Oh poor girl. After the Prince married her he decided that he

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In the recent event of terrorist attacks and shootings in Oslo, Norway - my love go to the victims, their family and the people.NO ONE deserves this.Stay aware.Stay strong.

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This film is banned in Singapore after being disapproved by the Media and Development Authority (of course). I know because I personally asked.They swear way too much in this film, I admit it, but unlike some weird films, this weird one has humour.The Jesus shining his balls:(lower your speakers volume)Shomer fucking Shabbos:Nobody fucks with the Jesus:Walter Sobchak - never wrong, just an

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This morning I cracked an egg with 2 egg yolks in it. And just now I found this fancy aubergine at the grocery store.Today must be my lucky day or something.

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His ego's repair mechanism worked.

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Because I move without making ANY sound, I just scared the shit out of him coz he didn't know I was there until I was right next to him.I'm officially a ghost.I could be in the same room as you and you'll never know.Invisible.

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As long as the birds still sing, summer's still around.We took a walk this morning but we didn't go too deep into the woods. It was only this clearing up on a hill with a nice view is a spot I like to be at once in awhile.We're back in Göttingen after an hour's drive from Goslar. We'll be spending the next 2 weeks here. It's the beginning of the summer holidays, which means no school for awhile.

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What was the plan?

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Ich habe ein neues Wort für Schlafmaske erfunden - Kühlgefühl!Möchtet ihr ein schönes Kühlgefühl? Bei DM gibt es welche.Merkt es euch.(Kewl-ge-fewl)Gute Nacht!

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Lately this ad has been going on on TV and each time I hear the song (by TDL) I just have to move with it :DSomeone even stretched the song in a really cool version here:

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The journey has begun. Oh, how this brings me fond memories.Have you read "The Hobbit"? ;)If not, then do it. It'll take you through one of the greatest adventures you'll ever know.

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I'm starting to be annoyed at Twitter for showing me its blank page for weeks on end.I'm hungry and I crave a lot of chicken.It's been 6 months since I updated my art blog and yesterday I realized: that's enough.I miss that part of life I used to have, when nothing was in the way - when I could do my own thing. No authorities breathing down my neck. No papers to sign. No desperate priorities.

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Will someone take me away?Holla if you're out there.So...Almost a month after my German exam I received my DTZ Certificate today - which apparently proves that my German's good enough for me to get by. Man did this whole journey take sooooooooooooooo long... but I fucking nailed it. Wish I could express it to someone how happy I am. The weather here has been insane indeed. Like how I feel at the

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Adam Young......his Galaxy......in All Things Bright and Beautiful...I'm so in love :D

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06.06.2011It was like enlightenment.I was shown today, by my random acts of spasticness, that I am indeed very, very clumsy.I went grocery shopping this morning, filled up my trolley so much that it's almost overflowing, and I actually did notice that. On the way back to my apartment I somehow 'told' my trolley to please don't explode.And guess what it did?KaBOW!! Just after I crossed at the

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Why is it so hard to follow your dreams?Because it's scary. That's why.The fear of failing stares right in your face. And just like that you'd rather just stick to the dreaming than to take action.Maybe there are no such things as dreams because the term 'follow your dreams' sounds like 'obey the rules' or 'obey the law' or 'listen to your parents'. It puts some kind of barrier in front of you

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Greetings, my Lieblings! It's a long weekend here in Germany and since Thursday I've had a well-deserved break. I didn't even know that there were holidays this week so it was a good surprise.I've been out on walks, catching up on my reading, doing some research online (so much to print out and read), and eating. Cooking was fun. I made Nasi Lemak with Sambal Tumis and Telur Dadar (Coconutmilk

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Thursday, Friday and Saturday - German tests back-to-back - I got it all behind me now. I'm finished with everything I need to know about German. It's time now to put my knowledge to full use. I celebrated by drawing something with MS Paint using the mouse.Here's what the past few days were like:Thursday: Orientierungskurstest. 25 questions about Germany (be it historical or political) which I

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It was a tiring week. And next week's gonna be more hectic with 3 test papers from Thursday to Saturday. For the past 2 weeks I've been preparing for the integration test. This was a much-needed weekend. But I don't have all the time to myself yet.7 different homeworks to get done, lots of reading to do, and tons of math to practice.I'll manage.For now I'm taking a break, just to let go a little.

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12.05.2011So the day before yesterday I had Math, yesterday Biology, and today Exam-practice.During Math, I had the strangest feeling. It was the subject I had never gotten along with. But only because back then I once had the worst Math teacher anyone could have, who rather picked on me because I never understood, instead of explained how this and that works. She would rather mess with my mind,

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09.05.2011I had my first evening class - not the Integration Course as I had once mentioned, but real school. I'm still in the Integration Course, and I will have an exam at the end of the month which in English is called German Test for Immigrants. I really look forward to that one. For now I just have to juggle two different classes for a month before I can finally focus on one.Today were the

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A short visit to the library here in Goslar last weekend was a very nice experience. It's located in the central part of town, in a building built in 1526! At that time Singapore was just some sort of insignificant trading centre ruled by... no idea... every other royalty around the Malay Peninsula.That's almost 300 years before Singapore was modernised by Sir Stamford Raffles.And in Germany

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08.05.2011Less than 24 hours until day one in high-school crash course. I was calm until this morning. Now I'm a 'little' less calm. I didn't talk to anyone about this; the fact that I'm so uneasy about taking this up. It's one of those better-kept-to-yourself things. But then again I'm bouncing back and forth between I-don't-wanna-do-it and I'll-do-it. So many questions: What if the teachers

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It's been awhile since I wrote my bothersome thoughts away. The good thing about writing it in secret journal is that nobody gets to read it, nobody knows about it, and I 'might' just be able to move on without ever having to feel messed up again. But the bad thing about writing in secret journals is that it's pretty much the same as bottling up those feelings.Writing it all out on an open blog

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I was at the Grenzlandmuseum last Sunday, a place just next to Duderstadt, about an hour's drive away from Göttingen. The weather was amazing - cloudless skies, permanent sunshine, and water never tasted so good.The museum is located right where a border control between East- and West Germany used to be. It documents the history of the period when Germany was divided into two after World War II,

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This is how you pronounce the dish: Grill-shpeeeees!Let's try something from the past.This turned out so delicious and so easy to make. Insanely easy.Here's what you need:Skewers / SpießeLarge pan / große Pfanne (or a grill if you like)Your choice of meat / FleischOnions / ZwiebelnCapsicum / PaprikaCooking Oil / ÖlKetchupTomato purée / passierte TomatenSalt / SalzPaprika powder /

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I'm so glad I'm a fan of chocolates! Michael's mum gave us a basketful on Sunday morning. "Breakfast!" Micha said. Haha. Wouldn't that be great.We were kids again. At least I felt like one, looking at this pile and not knowing which one to eat first.On Monday though, I felt a little restless, because of all the sugar rush.But happy nevertheless. :)

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I made these and didn't screw up :PIt took hours, and almost brought me to tears, but I did it. I made satay!I managed to find some ingredients in an asian shop that's about 20 minutes away. And this is how far I'd go just to have a taste of home.I just couldn't make a better picture because I have to admit that the longing for something so 'simple' as satay was too great to overcome. It was no

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My pathetic attempt at making Chicken Rice (Nasi Ayam).It's so sad. I practically destroyed this dish. But at least the taste came as close to the real thing as possible. I tried to recreate this out of my own memory - trying to rip it out of my head exactly the way my mum does it. I failed so I cheated... hehe. Usually you'd have to prepare the chicken and the chili sauce yourself but I just

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These days I've been sleeping well and I can finally forget about the heater. It's warm again, at least enough for me to feel my hands and feet.The winter though, was a tad bit too short. I think. I haven't had enough of the snow yet. Or my warm knitted wool mittens. Over the weekend I put away the heavy winter stuff - my combat-boots-lookalike winter boots, my wool coat, my ear muffs, and

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This is the german publication of John Ajvide Lindqvist's debut novel: Let the right one in. Before I watch the movie, I'd really love to read the book that inspired it.I went to the bookstore to buy a copy but they didn't have it so I had to order it. Impatiently I waited, for 3 days. I was looking forward to it so much that it was literally burning infatuation. Then, finally, I got my hands on

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Mushrooms, tuna, tomatoes, onions, paprika (or pepperoni, whichever you call it)... yummayThis happens when I'm too lazy to cook....I like pizza. I made this one last week and it turned out pretty good. It's just a little thick but that's how I like it sometimes - extreme pizza. I took the pictures above before I put the cheese on. The crust is also stuffed with parmesan cheese (I do this after

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6:00amIt's already bright outside... and the days are getting longer.This is the first thing my eyes see each morning as I wake up, here in Goslar.

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