<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:26:16.421-08:00</updated><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Chaos'/><category term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Saint</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog to your Escape</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3777047458557918121</id><published>2012-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:13:18.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor</title><content type='html'>Yay, I am a Bachelor now!&lt;br /&gt;Have had my final presentation this monday and passed with a degree of 1,0. *proud*&lt;br /&gt;Our Bachelor exhibition launches tomorrow night. Hope to see you guys there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;system error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years graduates of btk proudly invite you to their Bachelor-exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly our fingers keep tapping on smudgy displays. No reaction. The machine is being cursed and shaken. Only then we notice the keyboard and buttons. With an enthusiastic push of the key we finally recieve our ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's mistakes like these that yank us out of our usual hebetude. They force us to rethink our usual behavior and to take in our surroundings anew.&lt;br /&gt;The title of this years (Bachelor-)exhibition, "system error"  suggests, that there's usually a problem leading the way for a new idea. The exhibition of 2011/12s bachelor year at Berlin University of Applied Science (btk) extends over two floors of the university. Each one of the 56 works intends to creatively solve a problem. Within the discourse between digital and alalogue media, ideas will not only be made visible, but even made come alive.&lt;br /&gt;The graduates of the majors Photography, Communicationdesign, Motiondesign and Interfacedesign proudly present their various works and thereby create a unique exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernissafe: 03.2.2012, 19:00&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition period: 04.-09.2.2012&lt;br /&gt;Opening hours: daily 15:00 to 19:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Berlin University of Applied Science&lt;br /&gt;Bernburger Str. 24-25&lt;br /&gt;10963 Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/35631414"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TrkIbozMF7k/TyrRxFjTL9I/AAAAAAAAANE/oMXxMWiZouk/s400/Bildschirmfoto%2B2012-02-02%2Bum%2B19.10.53.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704602519252185042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;click on Picture to see a little teaser to my bachelor project&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3777047458557918121?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3777047458557918121/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3777047458557918121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3777047458557918121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor.html' title='Bachelor'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TrkIbozMF7k/TyrRxFjTL9I/AAAAAAAAANE/oMXxMWiZouk/s72-c/Bildschirmfoto%2B2012-02-02%2Bum%2B19.10.53.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-913510864414475069</id><published>2011-11-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:53:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's a first</title><content type='html'>As you might know, I'm not really a party person. But when in great  company, even I am able to have my share of fun while partying :D It's been  two parties now that I really enjoyed. Maybe I can be a sociable party person as well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former boss and photographer Felix organized a party in his  photostudio. That means I got a chance to meet a lot of the awesome  people I met during my internship again. Oh how I have missed them all.  It was a blast. And- as supposed to be at our studio party- he bulit up a  little photo box that all the guests gladly used. Here are some of the  results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Es5JVHsYIu4/TrcABOfFTqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qOq2113d1P8/s1600/projekt_20111104_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Es5JVHsYIu4/TrcABOfFTqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qOq2113d1P8/s400/projekt_20111104_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672002276764765858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yK2oHaWt3Y/TrcAANjrCvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wVMt8vxRpUs/s1600/projekt_20111104_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yK2oHaWt3Y/TrcAANjrCvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wVMt8vxRpUs/s400/projekt_20111104_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672002259335711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t91hqCbF9iU/Trb__39JqCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fery5Qc1rxM/s1600/projekt_20111104_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t91hqCbF9iU/Trb__39JqCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fery5Qc1rxM/s400/projekt_20111104_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672002253536995362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5OuitLIfpQ/TrcABLRxuNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ITPZ3NEEfj8/s1600/projekt_20111104_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5OuitLIfpQ/TrcABLRxuNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ITPZ3NEEfj8/s400/projekt_20111104_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672002275903650002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got thrown out of the studio we didn't really want to go home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we got the chance to attend a (mostly russian) model party at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puro sky lounge&lt;/span&gt;. And gosh how much fun that was. We had the most amazing view from the 22nd floor, free drinks all night, cool (but very loud) music and the cooles party crew ever. Yes, I did drink too much but I definitely want to go again...&lt;br /&gt;Am still waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; pictures, so be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-913510864414475069?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/913510864414475069/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-its-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/913510864414475069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/913510864414475069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-its-first.html' title='Well, it&apos;s a first'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Es5JVHsYIu4/TrcABOfFTqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qOq2113d1P8/s72-c/projekt_20111104_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-8142474068271020601</id><published>2011-07-20T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:55:07.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baroque Coco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84iRmMuFwvk/Tia-NKUQ0VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6BDALfxVYA/s1600/Lena_001k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84iRmMuFwvk/Tia-NKUQ0VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6BDALfxVYA/s400/Lena_001k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631397517390303570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6N5WbpxQ3ms/Tia-DDQVVeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fnuH8lz_TLI/s1600/Lena_003k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6N5WbpxQ3ms/Tia-DDQVVeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fnuH8lz_TLI/s400/Lena_003k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631397343696082402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm56wZZfvVU/Tia-DKUcqMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w5b2kqzcsW0/s1600/Lena_004k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm56wZZfvVU/Tia-DKUcqMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w5b2kqzcsW0/s400/Lena_004k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631397345592387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxvh4v-2RyY/Tia-Df9mFfI/AAAAAAAAAME/ybd3iiWc2NM/s1600/Lena_002k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxvh4v-2RyY/Tia-Df9mFfI/AAAAAAAAAME/ybd3iiWc2NM/s400/Lena_002k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631397351402116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAJ1P0g_zbw/Tia-C-uS73I/AAAAAAAAALs/7kEdiceY9j4/s1600/Lena_005k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAJ1P0g_zbw/Tia-C-uS73I/AAAAAAAAALs/7kEdiceY9j4/s400/Lena_005k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631397342479576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one of my recent shootings. Location is in the woods of Tegel. (next time I'll find some place closer) Model is the lovely Lena, Make Up was done by the funtastic Karina and the awesome dresses are from designers: Peter Merö, Mila Miyahara, Antonia Goy and Crusz.&lt;br /&gt;This was (organisation-wise) my largest shooting yet. And it was so much fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Need to repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next term I'll mainly focus on my bachelor thesis and the accompanying project. Hope to be able to do a few shoots besides though... But be prepared, the bachelor project will be super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm gonna get my little puppy by the end of this week. Am SO looking forward to that little fellow. He's the cutest thing I've ever seen :3 Hope to be able to handle him right though. But guess it's all just a matter of time and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you again soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-8142474068271020601?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8142474068271020601/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/baroque-coco.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8142474068271020601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8142474068271020601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/baroque-coco.html' title='Baroque Coco'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84iRmMuFwvk/Tia-NKUQ0VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6BDALfxVYA/s72-c/Lena_001k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5481095802629524341</id><published>2011-06-23T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:55:48.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go colour</title><content type='html'>Have been doing quite a lot new projects these last few months. This time, I thought I could go more colourful than I usually do. And I really like the outcome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model was the wonderful Anna and Make Up was done by Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy66TBOqOY/TgOLtVB4OeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GJNF-tzTQbE/s1600/Anna_1k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy66TBOqOY/TgOLtVB4OeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GJNF-tzTQbE/s400/Anna_1k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490370743908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXdQ1vhHhg/TgOLnq6JggI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BYC6B1CRUQ0/s1600/Anna_2k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXdQ1vhHhg/TgOLnq6JggI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BYC6B1CRUQ0/s400/Anna_2k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490273537851906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA-sNXFoA08/TgOLikLxjkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/K_eMu7FrUMA/s1600/Anna_3k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA-sNXFoA08/TgOLikLxjkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/K_eMu7FrUMA/s400/Anna_3k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490185833385538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0arSondO04/TgOLYqbrxAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BoV-sPHvkPk/s1600/Anna_4k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0arSondO04/TgOLYqbrxAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BoV-sPHvkPk/s400/Anna_4k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490015712035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TtDMEbKUd0/TgOLNVGu0OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yEdPtKiYn50/s1600/Anna_5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TtDMEbKUd0/TgOLNVGu0OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yEdPtKiYn50/s400/Anna_5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621489821008449762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5481095802629524341?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5481095802629524341/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-go-colour.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5481095802629524341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5481095802629524341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-go-colour.html' title='Let&apos;s go colour'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy66TBOqOY/TgOLtVB4OeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GJNF-tzTQbE/s72-c/Anna_1k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-8060175821268212077</id><published>2011-06-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:35:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bygones be bygones</title><content type='html'>I miss training...&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the nice people I had around me there. I miss my trainers always calm expression. I miss the tension before showing what you can do. I miss the exitement when getting the perfect hit. I miss P motivating me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sweating and linking it. I miss the energy you feel after training. I miss my sword. I miss the atmosphere. I miss my thoughts of R. I miss both K and R. I miss our conversations. I miss the deep inspiration I always get when I'm around them. I miss philosophy. I miss poetic thoughts. I miss my philosophy teacher from school. I miss the easiness of that time. I miss learning something new every day. I miss the anticipation before a test. I miss my hometown. I miss the old red car I had back then. I miss the freedom I felt. I miss my own carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;To cut things short: I miss the past... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I can't get all those things back as easily as I'd wish. I want to continue training but have a lack of motivation, time and money. I want to visit K and R but am too shy to do so. I want to go back to Japan but it's impossible at the moment. I want to be a kid again but can't.&lt;br /&gt;Of course things change. Of course life gets better an better. Of course I get many new chances and experience amazing things. Yet why can't things change back? Why can't I feel like back then again? Why does time always flow forward instead of backward? Why can't we go back? Why does my head permit me to go back? Why can't I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a disappointment to go back? Would I like it that much? Would it be the same? Could it be even better? I will never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-8060175821268212077?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8060175821268212077/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/bygones-be-bygones.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8060175821268212077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8060175821268212077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/bygones-be-bygones.html' title='bygones be bygones'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3047188025549107934</id><published>2011-05-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:46:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides</title><content type='html'>Am trying to fous more on my photography this year and have been doing another shooting last weekend. My first time beauty shooting. What's funny about it is, that I actually like the images we took besides the actual shooting better than my series. ^^" Damn.&lt;br /&gt;But then who actually cares? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the beautiful Amanda who seems to be more fairy than human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ig0o6_Q8XSA/TcGd0LxnjzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s4MyNywUYm8/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ig0o6_Q8XSA/TcGd0LxnjzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s4MyNywUYm8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932931265269554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKafmd3s_rE/TcGdz8R2oMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q2NUdHe6Imo/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKafmd3s_rE/TcGdz8R2oMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q2NUdHe6Imo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932927105507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dl3_sXUm9SY/TcGdznSLn_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_NkaQ9CQyQY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dl3_sXUm9SY/TcGdznSLn_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_NkaQ9CQyQY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932921469738994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwqg_3SPk4U/TcGdzgrHStI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3Q-dxeOVgeg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwqg_3SPk4U/TcGdzgrHStI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3Q-dxeOVgeg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932919695264466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3047188025549107934?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3047188025549107934/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/besides.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3047188025549107934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3047188025549107934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/besides.html' title='Besides'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ig0o6_Q8XSA/TcGd0LxnjzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s4MyNywUYm8/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2005716836392323730</id><published>2011-05-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:58:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting again</title><content type='html'>It's been months and months since I have last been shooting. That was horrible :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First  project for this year is part of a university class that I'm doing.  Have to shoot a few series this semester. No other specifications.&lt;br /&gt;First idea was to shoot a Lingerie Editorial in a church. Also wanted to take up the nun-image.&lt;br /&gt;And here's the result ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5M8PvEPovKs/Tb3WgqjFxBI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_7j0v47oFI/s1600/Aljona__1k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 422px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5M8PvEPovKs/Tb3WgqjFxBI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_7j0v47oFI/s320/Aljona__1k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601869368184390674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1TSXU7wznY/Tb3WgsaG75I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7ORAxH_a38Y/s1600/Aljona__2k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 418px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1TSXU7wznY/Tb3WgsaG75I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7ORAxH_a38Y/s320/Aljona__2k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601869368683589522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsqhdUPeuiM/Tb3Wg7OEJxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9MzRhb5Br5A/s1600/Aljona__3k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 422px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsqhdUPeuiM/Tb3Wg7OEJxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9MzRhb5Br5A/s320/Aljona__3k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601869372659607314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bANeAKOH4yc/Tb3Wg34_LqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pXLTZCgoEVs/s1600/Aljona__4k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 416px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bANeAKOH4yc/Tb3Wg34_LqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pXLTZCgoEVs/s320/Aljona__4k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601869371765894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBHIl-LMwPI/Tb3WhWx2EMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sttGzsOFoiQ/s1600/Aljona__5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 417px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBHIl-LMwPI/Tb3WhWx2EMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sttGzsOFoiQ/s320/Aljona__5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601869380057436354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: Aljona / MUA: Jasmin / Assistants: Marcus + Achim / Fashion: Zugeschnürt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2005716836392323730?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2005716836392323730/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/shooting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2005716836392323730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2005716836392323730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/shooting-again.html' title='Shooting again'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5M8PvEPovKs/Tb3WgqjFxBI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_7j0v47oFI/s72-c/Aljona__1k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7161385785958931800</id><published>2011-04-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:21:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uni</title><content type='html'>Feels good to be in university again. Am very relaxed and balanced these days, which feely extremely nice. All the internships strain has fallen off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University offers some nice classes this semester which can be described as useful as well. So yay :D Have many new projects to work on and am greatly looking forward to these. First shooting will be upcoming monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7161385785958931800?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7161385785958931800/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/uni.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7161385785958931800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7161385785958931800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/uni.html' title='uni'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3690644882912264755</id><published>2011-04-03T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:48:50.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to live a fucking good life</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm done with my internship I feel a slight relief. Did have quite much responsibility, which led to stress I haven't known before. And I actually don't like being that responsible on so many different fields. But that done (and my much desired trip to Japan cancelled, unfortunately) there was enough time to regenerate and relax. Too much time actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now looking quite forward to university starting again. Quite confident with my choice of classes as well. I didn't choose Photography as my field of interest for the classes were rather boring. Also I'm not that much into documentary photograph and stills... too bad :P&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was offered a cool spare-time job that I will apply for the upcoming friday.&lt;br /&gt;And gosh I need to redo my portfolio anytime soon. Just put that on my growing To-Do list -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many changes and decisions ahead... will keep you updated ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3690644882912264755?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3690644882912264755/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-live-fucking-good-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3690644882912264755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3690644882912264755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-live-fucking-good-life.html' title='How to live a fucking good life'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-102016754676070748</id><published>2011-01-17T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:51:08.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Plans for 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.get my own EOS 5D Mk II&lt;br /&gt;.shoot at least 3 beauty editorials&lt;br /&gt;.organize more photoshoots&lt;br /&gt;.earn some money with my photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.improve my cutting skills&lt;br /&gt;.learn much more Japanese&lt;br /&gt;.learn to play the violin or piano&lt;br /&gt;.grow more self confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.visit at least 5 new cities&lt;br /&gt;.develop my own analogue films&lt;br /&gt;.lose weight&lt;br /&gt;.go out with friends more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-102016754676070748?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/102016754676070748/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/102016754676070748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/102016754676070748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3268752155821011749</id><published>2010-12-14T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:06:39.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'd like to dedicate this post to a photographer that greatly inspires me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JINGNA ZHANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to explain what exactely it is that fascinates me that much about her work, but I'll gladly try.&lt;br /&gt;There is such a subtile beauty to all of her photos that I can't resist. Somehow they seem magical, unreal. On the first look her photos seem to be so easy and natural, but if you look at them closer there's so much emotion and depth to them that you can easily get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she portraits people, how she manages to capture the essence of a person in just one look. And without doing too less or too much. It just seems natural.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she uses fabrics and materials and integrates them in her photos. The floating, silky fabrics or the deep black water.&lt;br /&gt;I love the specific colours thet can be found in almost all of her photos. The fairytale-like paleness of her models.&lt;br /&gt;I love the models she works with. They are stunning and of a beauty I have seldomly witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful to be allowed to share the moments she captures. And only by seeing her images I feel greatly inspired to truly grasp the beauty of life around me. And to be able to capture moments like this by myself someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only then be successful if we clearly know what we're looking for. If we are aware of the things that remain unseen by others. And I think Jingna has found it and made it her gift to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some of my favourites of her work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3MR9bYNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oIdTI_UjytE/s1600/59591_481479491302_11756496302_7429929_8198034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3MR9bYNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oIdTI_UjytE/s320/59591_481479491302_11756496302_7429929_8198034_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550676856108966098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3U0dQ7uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sgNgGEy4-_o/s1600/n11756496302_1624987_646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3U0dQ7uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sgNgGEy4-_o/s320/n11756496302_1624987_646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677002808258274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3l6WuKEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nDAtMmCtJYM/s1600/25557_410703321302_11756496302_5630067_6159169_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3l6WuKEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nDAtMmCtJYM/s320/25557_410703321302_11756496302_5630067_6159169_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677296449202242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf30SoxpVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GKbTTV0cBk4/s1600/45879_460625396302_11756496302_6950287_1199239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf30SoxpVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GKbTTV0cBk4/s320/45879_460625396302_11756496302_6950287_1199239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677543485547858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf4DTB7wTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qyFdJ3rHkWM/s1600/41347_466359636302_11756496302_7102907_3655183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf4DTB7wTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qyFdJ3rHkWM/s320/41347_466359636302_11756496302_7102907_3655183_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677801289105714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3268752155821011749?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3268752155821011749/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3268752155821011749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3268752155821011749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TQf3MR9bYNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oIdTI_UjytE/s72-c/59591_481479491302_11756496302_7429929_8198034_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1614131768097434888</id><published>2010-12-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:59:02.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I haven't been myself these last months. I always felt like being at the brink of losing myself completely. An unbelievable sadness has overwhelmed me and until now I wasn't able to grasp why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've made a mistake about a year ago. Back then my decision was right but by now it has proven to be terribly wrong. I have been searching for a year now. earching almost exactely for what I have abandoned back then. Am currently trying to fix it somehow and am curious for the results of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1614131768097434888?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1614131768097434888/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1614131768097434888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1614131768097434888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7119178482184072688</id><published>2010-11-20T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T09:14:09.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You are a strange creature.&lt;br /&gt;Walking the earth like you were of the usual kind. Mingling with the big great mass trying not to stand out. Yet we both know you're different. There's something about you that I cannot resist. You're my gravity, my inspiration, my... lost treasure. The safety I needed to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of where your path led you. Forgot how to recognize you - grew ignorant of your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? How can I find you again? When will I stop being lonely?&lt;br /&gt;We always wish for what we've lost. For what we've left behind and what we can't own.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to find you again. And some time I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for all prayers are heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7119178482184072688?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7119178482184072688/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7119178482184072688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7119178482184072688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4690061049772048746</id><published>2010-09-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:42:44.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapse</title><content type='html'>Weeks go by in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, because every single day feels like an eternity... over and over again. I definetely feel that I'm missing something important. Yet I can't name it. An invisible pain that restricts me in every possible way. I feel it. Too strong, too prominent. But this doesn't change anything unfortunately. What am I to change if I don't know what to look for, what to hope for, what to long for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense to seek the unseekable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4690061049772048746?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4690061049772048746/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/lapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4690061049772048746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4690061049772048746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/lapse.html' title='Lapse'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-901636723082490396</id><published>2010-09-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:27:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the travel bug</title><content type='html'>Japan has definetely infected me. Since I've been there I can hardly think of any other country I want to see. The only thing on my mind is: I need to go back there! Need to smell the japanese air again, reunite with the wonderful people I met there, go out and eat, sing Karaoke... so many things...&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten worse and worse with time passing by and especially when more and more people confirm the fact that they are going there! By now my subconscious mind is almost tortouring me with thoughts and even dreams about Japan. This whole night I dreamt how I was packing my suitcases for the journey. Sorting things out, organising everything, talking about what I needed to pack and think of. In the middle of the dream I realised that I only had a flight ticket to Tokio but not back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I woke up I felt... exhausted. All that work for nothing... just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I looked for flights directed to Tokio. I even found a few good ones. Mostly more expensive than the one I took last time but then I found a cheaper one...&lt;br /&gt;Was almost about to book it right at the moment but didn't dare to. A good decision I'm sure now. Would have flown with Turkish Airlines (wasn't that the line that had so many plane crashes last year?) and would have had to stay at the airport of Istanbul for no less than 20 hours on both flights!!! o.O Now that's sick... The onl advantage with Turkish Airlines was that I could take up to 30kg with me *hahahar*&lt;br /&gt;Had a little chat with my mum who was just worried about where I would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fixed now. Can go back to the family that adopted me last time, they'd be happy to have me back. And I'm even happier that they'll let me stay with them again :D&lt;br /&gt;So all I need to do now is: find the perfect flight and then save as much money as I can... because at the moment I can onl pay the flights and half of what I need to give the family :P&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna take back SO much stuff :D Even more than last time I guess. And I know exactely where I want to go *lavishes over all the possibilities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm so happy...&lt;br /&gt;will keep you updated &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-901636723082490396?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/901636723082490396/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/travel-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/901636723082490396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/901636723082490396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/travel-bug.html' title='the travel bug'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-6051327957110852950</id><published>2010-08-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:15:50.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica</title><content type='html'>Because I saw it on L's Blog and it's so much fun to do ^^&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drachentöter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unchain my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck the system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; diamond on a landmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT A LOT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dawn of a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stadtaffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god put a smile upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; klodsmajor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hors la vie (no life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last living souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. SONG THEY WILL PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-6051327957110852950?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6051327957110852950/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6051327957110852950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6051327957110852950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/musica.html' title='Musica'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3785814328471038521</id><published>2010-08-10T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:36:38.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Why are goodbyes so hard to endure?&lt;br /&gt;It's so much like losing a part of oneself... and it's sad even if it happens for the most wonderful reasons. Two very good friends of mine who I haven't gotten the chance to meet as regularly as I would have liked to will now be moving to the Canary Islands. When I first came to Berlin they were my safe haven, so to say. I needed them badly and I got used to having them around. The best friends I ever had. They got quite busy with work so we couldn't maintain regular contact. I got used to being on my own again but still... they are pretty darn important to me. Some of the best and deepest conversations and thought I had, I had them when I was with them. Have gotten to know myself a lot better as well...&lt;br /&gt;Have met them just today and we talked like in good old times. They're so easy to talk to... and I realised once more that I won't see them for at least half a year from now on, which is damn sad. They'll take a big part of me with them. And that part I'm gonna miss... It's for the right reasons still. They overworked themselves and weren't quite as happy here. They're just not made for living in cities. Fortunately they now found the perfect place for them to stay. And they will find peace in the end, that I'm sure of. They needed time for themselves badly and I'm glad they can take it now, finally. It was definetely the right decision for them to leave. Still... it makes me sad having to let them go.  .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had too many goodbyes these days... I feel torn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3785814328471038521?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3785814328471038521/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3785814328471038521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3785814328471038521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more-goodbyes.html' title='No more goodbyes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1143160839561203484</id><published>2010-08-09T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T04:10:21.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>system override</title><content type='html'>Gheez, these past few weeks have been.. too much.&lt;br /&gt;But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite get it all together at the moment because too many things happened simultaneously. But let's make it a chronological report. Or something alike *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago I got the chance to meet two wonderful new people whom I am missing just now. Spo0ky and Sheena. Haven't met awesome people like them for a while now. We had _so_ much fun together and I enjoyed every minute of it. And discovered that Spooky is almost my neighbor xD Just too bad they'll be moving to Munich... so far away, damn. And Berlin feels strange without them here I have to admit. Well Spooky is still here of course but it's not long until he'll be gone as well... Guess I've got to go to Munich then anytime soon to visit them. Plans ahead *hahar* Oh and guess what... I now own a tactical vest and a paintball grenade. OMG Spooky-chan thanks soooo much again. You have no idea how cool those items are for me. And how mucht they serve my hunger for military stuff. :E Will see if I can wear them out at last :3&lt;br /&gt;True epicness can be only be found when we three are together... DESU~&lt;br /&gt;Have also made quite a good connection to a friend that I've known for years but never really gotten to know it seems. By now we're on the phone so often, you might think we were a couple xD It's just so much fun chatting with him. And he's one of the few people that I don't hate being on the phone with. Those who know me better are aware that I hate being on the telephone. But with him it's different. Guess it's because we share a lot of interests and there's no expectation behind that call. It doesn't really serve a purpose which makes it a casual conversation. Love that. And since I finally got a new steam account, we can rule the others together :D Arr haven't been playing any cool online games for years now. So it's not a surprise that I'm now all in for round after round. Only negative side to this is that it does steal quite a lot of time and ruins my sleeping-habits. But I couldn't care less ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh what else... will be going to Cologne for this years GamesCom and am so looking forward to it. I won two day tickets *damn I'm lucky* and can stay at an old friends place. So I do save quite a lot of money. Thank god. And staying at Flos place should be fun as well. He'll have several people over for Games Com so there's gonna be a big party for sure. And since we haven't seen each other since New Years Eve about three years ago we'll sure have a lot to talk about. Arrr there's nothing better than meeting old friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I did meet old friends just two weeks ago. Decided to come home over the weekend (i know that's rather usual) and found out that a few old school friends wanted to go to the cinema. I wanted to go out anyway so I joined in. We watched Inception which - as I basicly published everywhere- is one of the most aewsome movies I have seen for a while. It's not only the complexity of the story and storytelling but the main idea behind this film and the awesome sets and 3D rederings that make this film worth seeing. I loved every minute of it. And not only was the movie great, my company was as well. One of my best freind from school brought a good friend of his, who was.... veeery nice :3 Let's just say I finally found somebody that suits me and cares for me in a way that feels more than great. And I haven't felt this good for a while now. Almost like a teenager... I could sing and dance around all day and keep smiling without a reason. I somehow get the feeling that the sun's shining out of my ass these days. It's just _too_ good... I could eat the whole world. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Aww there's so much more to say but I guess I'm gonna leave it for now and write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;This is too much already *kchihi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up... no one can get me down these days. Not even Sounddesign *haha*&lt;br /&gt;Epic win I'd dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Edit: Some epicness I'm hopefully allowed to share here =^__^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TF_h63dx27I/AAAAAAAAAF4/wGAcHo1ko2s/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TF_h63dx27I/AAAAAAAAAF4/wGAcHo1ko2s/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503365671107550130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1143160839561203484?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1143160839561203484/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/system-override.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1143160839561203484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1143160839561203484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/system-override.html' title='system override'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/TF_h63dx27I/AAAAAAAAAF4/wGAcHo1ko2s/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3819533149472155240</id><published>2010-06-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:31:40.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About luck and when it is unnecessary</title><content type='html'>Silence for what seems to have been forever again. But I have some things to share now. Progress finally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, where to start...?&lt;br /&gt;University is getting better and better again. Probably because we finished a few classes by now. This semester has been... quite hard so far, actually oO. Mainly because I lacked interest in a few classes and because I had too many out-of-uni projects. Finsihed my photography-seminar with photographer Felix Rachor, had to organize my biggest shooting yet (and all by myself) and learned a lot. I'm about to full update my portfolio within a month or so and can't wait to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've grown up quite a lot within these last 4 or 5 months. So many changes, so many chances... and I was able to take most of them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really express the enthousiasm I feel right now, but I realised that I have done so many things other people don't have a chance to do their whole lives. I am finally starting to live my dreams and to do what makes me happy. I have met the most awesome people, did some of my coolest projects so far, visited countries I would have never dreamed of ever being to... And talking to other people the thought of me having been really lucky so far has just been confirmed. And I can't wait for what's going to happen next. The next years in front of me will be SO much fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, my internship was confirmed finally so I will be working for a fashion photographer by September. He said it was going to be hell, but I think it's gonna be a great experience. Maybe the greatest so far concerning photography :3 And since I heard that so many people don't have a clue of what they will be doing next semester, I'm even more proud of myself. And it was the first application I sent :P Got my answer within two hours and now here I am... think I've done some things right in the end :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been lucky yesterday xD Well since I'm only lucky when it's not important, I won 4 tickets for a sold out concert of the famous german violinist David Garrett out of a sudden. Didn't expect this at all and was quite confused when the message showed up on my screen saying: Congratulations, you won! I was like... is this a fucking joke? But it turned out to be true and I had the best Tuesday afternoon... so far I think. The concert was just amazing... I mean everything about it. We didn't have to wait in the queue because we had premium tickets, we sat in row 13 which is damn close to the stage and had a wonderful view. We even got tickets for the aftershow party which is just... unbelievable. I am so thankfiul for this evening :D&lt;br /&gt;It's making me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it's all about in the end, right? Being happy!&lt;br /&gt;So Cheerio folks, I'll be back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3819533149472155240?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3819533149472155240/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-luck-and-when-it-is-unnecessary.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3819533149472155240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3819533149472155240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-luck-and-when-it-is-unnecessary.html' title='About luck and when it is unnecessary'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4966879053541460447</id><published>2010-05-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:06:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Japan</title><content type='html'>Well it has sure been a while since I came back from Japan, but still I feel like I could share a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has by far been the best I've ever done. It feels important, mainly because I had so much time to think and to see things clearly. I made some very important decisions that I am very proud of. I'm usually not a fan of tough decisions but still, I did it. And I've seen so many beautiful things and spiritual places... I think Japan might have changed me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I am more sure about who I am and where I want to go now. I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel very confident with myself at the moment. I am quite stressed and confused at the moment, that I'll admit, but still, I grew. I am an adult now and don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Until now I have been pursuing lots of goals and was able to achieve almost every of them. And I didn't only have luck. It's all about how you feel about things and how much effort you put into this. Just saying things wouldn't be fair doesn't help anything. Many people don't seem to see the world that clearly. They just go with the flow without thinking anything. What seperates them from buildings, bridges and other stuff? Who are they if they don't think?&lt;br /&gt;... does this post make any sense? oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I don't care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4966879053541460447?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4966879053541460447/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-japan.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4966879053541460447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4966879053541460447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-japan.html' title='About Japan'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5839311316281206337</id><published>2010-03-07T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:10:03.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving my whole world behind...&lt;br /&gt;I leave the zone I learned to feel comfortable in, leave everything I know. Feels like I'm ending a huge chapter of my life, just to open up another one. But this one is written, nothing's gonna be the same. What a weird feeling. Somehow I wished this whole trip wouldn't feel that important. I wished it was just another trip, yet it isn't... this is something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing's gonna be the same when I return. I don't know if I ever get to come back... I don't know if I want to, yet. I'm torn again.&lt;br /&gt;Had to make some tough desicions before coming here and while I've been here. This was mostly about following my head or my heart. Probably the toughest decision yet because tthere were so many strings attached to either decision. Had to let go of all of that to finally hear the little voice within me. Tune out all the crap inside my head. And in the end I let my heart decide. Feel I made the right decision for once and feel kind of relieved. On the other hand having made that decision left me disappointed and sad. But I guess that's still better than becoming a sad person from making a wrong decision in a heartbeat. Life's for living, that's for sure. Just wished it wouldn't be that difficult. I feel like I'm missing out on something. Something important. That's how it always feels. And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Just turned twentyone and I feel older than ever... not physically, but mentally. Like something's still not right. I always feel like I'm not doing the right things... Like there's something waiting for me that's gonna make me feel better. Or even older. My head is crumpling to pieces. It's gotten too heavy, too filled up with stuff. Don't know how to get it out. Maybe it's just one more decision I have to make. And I can't even figure out what I have to decide on. How pathetic. This thought is driving me nuts. Maybe I'm just tiring myself out by this, but everything just feels so wrong... &gt;_&lt; Someone tell me what's wrong with me, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my life would be if someone else wrote the chapters for me... would it be the same? Would I feel better? ... Like I would know -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5839311316281206337?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5839311316281206337/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/worlds.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5839311316281206337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5839311316281206337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/worlds.html' title='Worlds'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1599907726431902712</id><published>2010-02-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:34:36.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For stresses sake</title><content type='html'>I am back I dare to say.&lt;div&gt;I got quite a lot if things done last week. Of course it's still way too much stuff left, but it's a progress at least. And this is finally gonna be the last week of University, so yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am really looking forward to my holidays and especially to my trip to Japan. It's gonna be just awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did meet up with a very good friend of mine on Sunday whom I haven't seen for ages it seems. You can't imagien how very good it felt to be with him again... talking, laughing... basicly just spending time together. Ah, that made up for quite a lot :D Feels like a great relief and I do hope that we can manage to establish a regular contact *haha* although that sounds a bit weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm well yeah... think I could update my schedule for now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art Direction: -done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rethoric: -done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marketing: -done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short Film: -done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storyboard: -done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Illustrations: still 33%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seminar Photos: around 20%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editorial rose to about 20% as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I dhaven't yet started to write my "Hausarbeit" of course xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I feel a lot mor comfortable now. Looks much better *haha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so here's one of my favourite photos of the winter shoot outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/S2gaa0wl4SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sbHJMj7qqDM/s320/Muse1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433621998563877154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maria was amazing like always. She's such a nice girl. I really love working with her. No complaining about the cold (she even said she didn't care if she'd catch a cold or get a temperature) God, like that's what I'm looking for! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like said, she's just awesome. So I had craftet around 150 paper ships of different sizes (some from Linde, one from Lea as well) sewn that damn dress (and that took ages... and almost all my nerves) gotten dry ice (which didn't work properly) gotten all the equipment like flashes and props. That was torturous as well of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the good thing is, that I found a nice little crew who helped me. So I'd like to say thanks again to Jasmin (MUA), Gerline (assist.), Kai (techn. support), Inka (assist.) and Julius (driver). Withou you I wouldn't have made it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and of course it was pretty damn cold... and we had people watching us and commenting on what we'd do. (and laughing at us... why the hell!?) It was quite funn though. I enjoyed it as much as I could when I wasn't desperate to find a solution to one more occuring problem. *tehihi*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it worked out. And I think the image came out quite well :3 So enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);   line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1599907726431902712?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1599907726431902712/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-stresses-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1599907726431902712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1599907726431902712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-stresses-sake.html' title='For stresses sake'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/S2gaa0wl4SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sbHJMj7qqDM/s72-c/Muse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7989201009182722955</id><published>2010-01-15T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:20:35.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0009</title><content type='html'>Finally back home... wow, this has been quite a long day.&lt;br /&gt;Uni has been torturous... but hey, I have survived. Think exept of Editorial I've been quite productive today. Have thought a lot of things through at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weeks are gonna be more than stressful. Have a bunch of projects I need to work on and my personal stuff adds to it as well -_- Goddamn. Where's my time gone.&lt;br /&gt;Have seen the progress stats in Leas blog and basicly just wanted to copy it :P&lt;br /&gt;Motivation purposes I guess. Although I'm not that advanced... shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rethoric: 95%&lt;br /&gt;Short Film: 70%&lt;br /&gt;Art Direction Portrait: 45%&lt;br /&gt;Illustrations: 33%&lt;br /&gt;Marketing: 25%&lt;br /&gt;Seminar/Exhibition Photos: 15%&lt;br /&gt;Storyboard: 12%&lt;br /&gt;Personal Sideprojects (Retouching): 10%&lt;br /&gt;Editorial: 3% -__-&lt;br /&gt;Personal Stuff: 1%&lt;br /&gt;"Hausarbeit": 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff... so much yet to do. I'm gonna pass out or suck :P But we'll see... I have around three or four weeks left oO *yay*&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I'm used to having small goals only and a riddiculous amount of time to finish it. Have to adapt to huge projects like the one I have to handle/organize now. But I think I'll grow a lot by trying to finish all of them about the same time :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and good night.&lt;br /&gt;Will leave for home in about 6 hours. Yay!!! And I'm gonna sew a huge dress :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7989201009182722955?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7989201009182722955/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/0009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7989201009182722955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7989201009182722955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/0009.html' title='0009'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5858161405802324201</id><published>2010-01-02T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:26:18.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Well yes, a new year has begun.&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't quite digested the last one I think. Time went by all to quickly and the feeling of missing some things grows stonger ans stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, London was a blast. Exept of the 17 hour drive there and the 20 hour drive back, which was more then torturous...&lt;br /&gt;Have been able to see a lot more of London than the last time I was there, which has only been for a day. Did revisit a lot of the places I've been to and even found the one japanese restorant I went to three years ago. Almost thught we'd never find it, because Chinatown is _so_ crowded woth these *haha* Well the purpose of my going to London actually was to get my precious memories back... for I lost almost all of the photos I took three years ago. Am so glad to have them back, you can't imagine... May seem a pathetic thing to do, but I needed this.&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I feel more exhausted than ever. Can't even think of next week when uni will start again and we'll come to the final phase of this semester. So much work ahead and so little yet prepared. Should have made time management one of my priorities this year. *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh well what else... already have everything I own stuffed into various boxes, which means the room I'm gonna live in for the final week of being in this dormitory is.. empty. Nothing personal, nothing at all actually, exept of the few things I'll need every day. Feels very strange sitting here. Like this wasn't my apartment... like no one ever lived here. Strange, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to try to catch up with speel the last days and will see what mysteries the new year holds for me. Maybe I'll finally have some more time to do the things I want to, need to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5858161405802324201?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5858161405802324201/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5858161405802324201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5858161405802324201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7577896512664038429</id><published>2009-12-29T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:50:38.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivials</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels like you have known people for an eternity. Yet you don't really seem to know anything about them. Sure, you know lots of deep buried things. The type that is hidden deep down in their souls. It's those people you start to have the deepest conversations with from the beginning. But you're missing the unimportant things. The most trivial stuff like their favourite color, food, their biggest fear, what form their favourite plushed animal had and so on.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you've skipped most of your getting to know each other and dived right to the core. Yet sometimes it's nicer not to skip those levels. I'm missing those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel an unbearable need for trivial things. My head is so crowded with important stuff, that it gets harder and harder to focus. I feel like I'm losing part of who I am. Maybe it will be worth the bad feeling in the end. But I actually don't want to wait. I just want it to stop. Need to clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to London now. Will spend New Years over there and will have an interview for an internship I'd like to do there. We'll see how that one works out. Have fun you guys and a happy new year to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7577896512664038429?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7577896512664038429/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/trivials.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7577896512664038429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7577896512664038429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/trivials.html' title='Trivials'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-8368797359745295732</id><published>2009-12-06T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:33:12.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something</title><content type='html'>Something quick and unnecessary for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am _so_ in love with the new 30 Seconds to Mars album, it's riddiculous. After the awesome concert and signing stuff I feel so much closer to that band.&lt;br /&gt;And having new music finally does feel totally awesome. Getting lost all the time and enjoying my self. Don't know what I'd do without music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still more than busy these days (and the upcoming weeks as well) uff.. I don't really wanna live these. o.o Strange thing to say, but that's how I feel. Wished it was all over already.&lt;br /&gt;Either way I'm quite sure I won't be able to blog quite a while. Like I haven't until today *ha*&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging actually. It's always so much fun in a way. But atm I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get the album, or ask me go give it to you... you'll love it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-8368797359745295732?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8368797359745295732/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8368797359745295732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8368797359745295732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-something.html' title='Just something'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-6625948696089157126</id><published>2009-11-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:25:33.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition</title><content type='html'>I have to trust myself more.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I still don't quite believe I can be as exeptional as the people I look up to, but who knows. After all they've been just as normal as I am now. I might be capable of a lot more than I imagine. In the end, there's really nothing I can lose, for I didn't really create anything yet. Consequently I'm free to do whatever I desire. What makes me whole and completes me. What I feel I need to do. It's _my_ priorities, not others'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am quite conform and I was shaped to be like I am now. Yet I have someone else inside me. A would be self... the best even possible. I can feel the struggle one has to get through to follow his dreams. Of course I can see that it's the harder way around. Yet... you always have to think about what it's worth in the end. I am aware of certain things, that's what makes me capable of change.  He believes I have tremendous potential, not only in swordfight, but in life. I just have to listen to what my heart tells me instead of listening to my mind. My mind is what keeps me from living my dreams. I've been taught to go the safe places, to use the straight and easy ways to my destination. But again, what do I have to lose? If I fail, it'll only make me stronger, if I succeed, I've proven a point. One way or the other, I have to start to think about what I want to do with my life. Because life is not for waiting for the right moment, it's about living. I realised that.&lt;br /&gt;I think I didn't quite live the life I wanted until now. So this is going to be a great change. I'll probably face a lot of hardships and cry a lot, maybe even scream while cyring, but in the end it'll be more than worth all the pain. Because every pain I hide for now becomes one with my body and it'll show someday. I will be emotionally, physically and psyhically crippled. To become the best possible Vivi, I will have to think about who I really am. What parts of me are what I desire, yet? Is this how I want to be? Or is it just a safe shell I'm hiding in, afraid of whatever might change?&lt;br /&gt;I will kill Vivi... in order to set free my real self. The Vivi _I_ want to be, not the Vivi others want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long way to go, a lot of new things yet to discover.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of new inspiration and drive of course. I'll make my life as special and worth living as can be. To wake up every morning and be happy to exist...&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Met him again today. Always a pleasure and a great inspiration. He's so easy to talk to, it just comes naturally. There's nothing he has to hide. Of course he has his very own struggles, but his life is what I'd describe as perfect. And he is exeptional... that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-6625948696089157126?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6625948696089157126/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/recognition.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6625948696089157126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6625948696089157126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/recognition.html' title='Recognition'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7247129478419263700</id><published>2009-11-10T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:37:19.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>The reason why I startet with photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life has been ordinary. I've been raised up like a lot of other children, had a happy childhood and wasn't discriminated against or anything in school. I've always been just the average type of person. Been quite good at learning I guess (whatever you can get from that), but always good, not exeptional. I didn't want my life to be ordinary...&lt;br /&gt;By now I try to convince myself that I started photography, because I've always been afraid of forgetting things. To not be able to remember what I've lived through. Because photography is a way of capturing time and space. Fortunately by now the results don't get lost that fast. Yet I somehow feel I'm just making this up to disguise the true reason for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be exeptional at something. So when I started taking random photographs, had fun doing it and people told me how they liked it, I discovered my chance to do something that obviously not anybody could do. I strived to be exeptional, to find the purpose of my being. Because staying mediocrite definetely wasn't what I expected of life. And I needed a plan, a path I could follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh... I think by now I kind of know what it's about. And I gathered some more reasons to keep taking photographs. Its something I can please others with and likewise something that I can cherish and aprechiate myself. I'm feeling rewarded and accepted for what I do now and it does feel awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;Photography has become more than just an occupation or something to find aprechiation through... it's everything :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Had to think about this a while ago and felt like posting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7247129478419263700?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7247129478419263700/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/true.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7247129478419263700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7247129478419263700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5590567323531295672</id><published>2009-11-01T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:06:55.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow</title><content type='html'>Well you guys... didn't post anything for quite a while now and to be honest, I still don't really have that much to say. Had a lot of things planned but none of them would come true, so mäh...&lt;br /&gt;Still am a bit sad and don't feel that well... maybe I'm getting sick. Swine flu? Who knows :E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get a grip on all my uni tasks again for I have been procrastinating way too much lately and things are about to get out of hand @_@ Wahh.... I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh other than that... did some new photoshoots recently and am more than thankful that we finally have some new backdrops for the photostudio in our uni. Imagine, a white background that is white after all! Just amazing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I do miss some of my close friends. They've been away for about a month and a new meeting up is not yet settled... I tend to miss people fast... so I'm sad mostly. And homesick &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5590567323531295672?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5590567323531295672/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5590567323531295672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5590567323531295672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/slow.html' title='Slow'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-112103463822852071</id><published>2009-10-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:12:19.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfim</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of those so called "Bonfim" bracelets?&lt;br /&gt;It's a brazilian tradition I got introduced to by a good friend of mine. She spent a year in Brazil and came back with them. It's said that those bracelets (of a very light and thin fabric) have to be knotted three times. And you may wish for something for every knot that is made. You are not allowed to take it off- ever. It will fall off your wrist - or wherever you have it- by itself. And if it finally does, your wishes either are fulfilled already or will be fulfilled very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to admit I love those kind of things, so of course I did have one of my own. And guess what, it fell off my ankle yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basicly quite happy there says and my spirits are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have some new inspiration, especially for the upcoming uni projects like a stop-motion film and another short video. Guess those will be quite good :3&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you about some more important stuff later, promise *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So regards and stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-112103463822852071?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112103463822852071/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonfim.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/112103463822852071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/112103463822852071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonfim.html' title='Bonfim'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2132361253800466425</id><published>2009-10-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:57:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I feel</title><content type='html'>Gosh this week is hell... already.&lt;br /&gt;New semester of uni has just started and I'm sick of it already. Well maybe it's not university but me, who knows. Who cares actually?&lt;br /&gt;Seems I do. And I feel miserable... a lot and can't say why that is. My spirits are gone and likewise my motivation and talents it seems. I really suck. If there's any prize for sucker of the day, it's mine. Most definetely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2132361253800466425?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2132361253800466425/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2132361253800466425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2132361253800466425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-feel.html' title='And I feel'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2796935936512480840</id><published>2009-10-05T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:17:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strageness and Needs</title><content type='html'>First of all, I needed to steal this one from Len.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Worker Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Em Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Dein Leben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;The heretic anthem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Chop Suey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Jet Pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;Moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Faceless Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Tres Tristes Tigres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Babylon System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Nam Nam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Club Newburgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;In Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;The Ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Use Somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Borders and Shading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. SONG THEY WILL PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;So Cold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL... This stuff is amazing!!! A lot of way too cool "aswers"! Thanks Len, you made my day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will comment on this crappy day tomorrow... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2796935936512480840?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2796935936512480840/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/strageness-and-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2796935936512480840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2796935936512480840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/strageness-and-needs.html' title='Strageness and Needs'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-311651212065993574</id><published>2009-10-01T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:09:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Those eyes I couldn't escape... ...&lt;br /&gt;Those mesmerizing eyes that mine were glued to. They washed through me, washed away all my worries, my thoughts, my past. All my life in fact. I was nothing, I was everything as long as I stared into them. Everything meant nothing, there was no hurry. It all didn't matter anymore, for a whole world spread out before me. Experiences of a lifetime, a library of his life ready to be explored. I could have shared all he knew, but was given no time. Moments that shouldn't be allowed to end always fade the fastest. They always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say more, but again I'm out of words. Can't explain, just feel. It's hard sharing feelings, but I think for the first tme now, I could do it I think.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-311651212065993574?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/311651212065993574/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/311651212065993574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/311651212065993574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4391867171182536747</id><published>2009-09-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:59:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who!?</title><content type='html'>Who am I? A cross-wearing (but non-religious) swordsmanship-training and photo-taking girl with (occasionally) purple hair... But does this count as an identity? What else is there to me than the things I do or the way I look? There definetely has to be something more.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am incapable of grasping it for I'm not really around myself that much. I just happen to know everything I'm saying and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Would be nice to have someone sincerely judging me. To define who or what I am more closely. Can't really say that I'm having an identity crisis, just wondering what I am to others. Because all I am is the marks anyone else left on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am what other people made me and try to convince myself that I'm creating my own future. Strange, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4391867171182536747?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4391867171182536747/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/who.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4391867171182536747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4391867171182536747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/who.html' title='Who!?'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4803549815824367645</id><published>2009-09-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:31:17.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot of things keep happening, both positive and negative. Don't quite know what to think about this, it's just happening. Moreover I have a lot of new changes, chances, opportunities and obstacles in front of me. Don't know how everything will turn out but am unable to think about all this. It's just too much for my brain to handle at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot if deadlines, appointments and To-Do's these last weeks and am pretty much exhausted. I love what I'm doing, but right now I'm a bit tired of it. Can't seem to concentrate and my holidays don't really feel like holidays anymore. Unfortunately it feels like I didn't have any... And with university starting again I don't know if I'll be able to handle all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even emotionally confused at the moment and a little unable to keep my relationships alive. Just a moment ago a vessel in my eye popped, leaving the most ugly and strange mark...  I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no clue where to start, what to do, what to think through... I'm just trying to complete the level I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4803549815824367645?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4803549815824367645/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4803549815824367645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4803549815824367645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-6397042854175423174</id><published>2009-09-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:13:44.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>Everyone makes mistakes. A lot to be honest. Seems like we humans need failure to improve. The good thing about it is that there's almost always a second chance for us to take. So in the end it doesn't really matter how many times you did wrong, does it? We aren't forced to do things we don't want to. Who would be in the position to require it?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is something all of us need to do and that is to be ourselves. We can't afford to fail here. It does not entirely matter how many times we can't do something, but what's important is, to be ourselves. Truly, purely and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect to be loved or treated right when you're not yourself? When you're not showing your true personality. You'll always feel something's missing for you'll never get anything you could. So in the end this is a requirement from ourselves of ourselves. There's nothing more important in this world. Be good or be bad, love or hate, it doesn't matter as long as you truly are yourself. Only then can you grasp what and who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;We all gradually build up our facades, but there is a time to get rid of them. You won't need them andy longer if you want to live life to the fullest. Let go and break free. Show the world your true colors. Of course most people won't see them anyways, for they became unable to feel all this. They are hollow inside, just walking shades of what they used to be. They lost it. Even if they do feel someday, they'd get irritated and probably get afraid for they don't know how it feels anymore. There's nothing that distincts them from all the architecture we created. They are nothing more than walls of concrete and stone... Wrongly cherished "achievements of humanity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this may be our crusade now, the one purpose we have to fullfil for now.&lt;br /&gt;The rest will come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-6397042854175423174?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6397042854175423174/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6397042854175423174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6397042854175423174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-424859880903638649</id><published>2009-09-02T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:20:33.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do never forget how it feels"</title><content type='html'>That's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;When I felt, it overwhelmed me. My heart accelerating and trying to crush my ribs from the inside, tears flowing without a reason. It did feel strange, but good at the same time. Somehow important. I didn't want it to end but of course it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel unable to recall those feelings. I don't even feel alive without them. How can I know my heart is still beating if it's not smashing against my ribs? What did I hold back that day? I felt something wanted to break free, to crush the shell I surrounded it with. I didn't fully allow it and now it's gone. Feels like I'm missing something... sinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm most afraid of? Forgetting how it felt...&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of interesting things happened. Made use of my moleskin a lot lately but am unsure wether to share. It's very personal in the end. At least it helps me to remember- hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-424859880903638649?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/424859880903638649/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-never-forget-how-it-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/424859880903638649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/424859880903638649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-never-forget-how-it-feels.html' title='&quot;Do never forget how it feels&quot;'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2757113236938255626</id><published>2009-08-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:47:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin trains</title><content type='html'>*gnah* Bad luck keeps following me on the heels it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally get to drive home and guess what: Forgot my purse and noticed it in the train... So for I'm a good girl I went to the authority telling her about my problem. And you sure can't expect any sympathy from people who don't have a life of their own. No mercy, no understanding, just evil minds... should have asked someone to take me with him/her first.&lt;br /&gt;So now here I sit, having to pay about 70€ instead of the 13 I have to pay usually... just wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2757113236938255626?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2757113236938255626/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/friggin-trains.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2757113236938255626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2757113236938255626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/friggin-trains.html' title='Friggin trains'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-9139564340139007689</id><published>2009-08-17T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:00:52.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't</title><content type='html'>Why does it always have to be black and white? Where has the grey gone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what exactly IS wrong, but everything just doesn't seem to feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that my greatest days are always darkened by something else... Maybe I'll just have to do things on my own for once, without anyone around me able to destroy it. Probably the right thing to do then. In the end my heart and my soul are my true dictators, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way to complicated... and I'm totally losing it. It's like sand in my bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a disabled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm rehabilitating I guess. Just need more pleasant events...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-9139564340139007689?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9139564340139007689/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/9139564340139007689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/9139564340139007689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1102252152761109303</id><published>2009-08-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:59:53.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... cut the randomness</title><content type='html'>Many people like living in the past. They enjoy remembering how great everything was and wish for these times to return. Of course living in the past can be nice, but you won't ever get forward in life. You'll just stick to what you've had and don't dare to do te next steps. Minus. You're imprisoned by your own memories and can't manage to hold them back. They keep swirling around your mind and dazzle you... Everything you see reminds you of something you've already experienced. So there's nothing new to you. Double minus. What's a life without new experiences and fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live in the present. They are rational and can easily adapt to current situations. They know what to expect and always know what to do for now. Never bored, that's a plus. The question however is what you make out of it. Do you just always try to make the best out of every day that passes? Or do you try to always fullfil the wishes you might have? Not so sure about if this is the right way either... Present can be stressing and confusing. You'll sumetimes get stuck with a situation and can't think of a way to solve it. Minor minus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few people live in the future. I'm part of them. They always think about what could happen and can't manage to aprechiate the present nor the past. They are likely to forget about those pretty quickly and get themselves lost in thoughts about what could happen, where they could be. They don't really get anything done as well. Big minus. They always find new things to consider, new chaces or risks. There's never a day when they don't speculate. It's exhausting. I'd rather be able to cheish what I already have accomplished instead of always having to think about what will be, could be, should be and shouldn't be next. It's way too confusing to keep track on. Think about all the opportunities and paths one could go from now. It's disturbing... ina way.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered this just now, for whatever reason. Thought it was important, however, so here I share it with you. Just thoughts in the end, but to me they are important, as hell to be honest. Every discovery strikes me and makes me able to improve further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just took another step. Hopefully in the right direction. Or well maybe I should hope to have chosen the wrong direction, for it gives me the chance to fail and learn? Not so sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1102252152761109303?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1102252152761109303/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/cut-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1102252152761109303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1102252152761109303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/cut-randomness.html' title='... cut the randomness'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1360003485172728914</id><published>2009-08-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:47:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just now...</title><content type='html'>Again  sitting around without really knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's some things I need to take care of, but somehow they don't seem important enough to me just now...&lt;br /&gt;Thought holidays would be great and adventurous but totally failed. The ones I'd love to spent time with are either away theirselves or unable to move due to illnesses. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now there's really nothing to tell you, nothing to do, no reason to blog...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel the need to blog... so here we go. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1360003485172728914?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1360003485172728914/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1360003485172728914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1360003485172728914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-now.html' title='Just now...'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1682755296226236866</id><published>2009-08-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:53:19.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Affirmation</title><content type='html'>... " You know, actually there's a lot of positive things in what you say. You're not as pessimistic as you think and a lot of good things come out of your mouth. You have great potential as a person, although you might not yet have noticed. You will create the future you desire, that's what's real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why do we always need to get everyones approval? Why does affirmation feel that ridiculously good? Do humans always need to get praised for doing something right or being good at something? We might know that it doesn't really matter for we know what we've created. But if we aren't "rewarded", we wonder if anyone noticed what we've done. Isn't it strange?&lt;br /&gt;Is this all about society again? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking a lot and cant seem to get the answers I want. I'm stuck somewhere. Might need a map or some help... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing /at the moment) is that I'm overly fascinated by some people- actually it's two.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like some people are too good to be true. They are sincere and honest and manage to express theirselves at any time. They brighten up your mood by just being theirselves and not thinking about making you happy.&lt;br /&gt;... There's nothing worse than sensing someone's just saying something to appease you. oO&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where they've got all their positivity, optimism and wisdom from. It can't be that easy to gain those. I feel like there's still so much I can learn and so much I need to talk to them about. But these people are rare... too rare for my taste. Of course this makes meeting them even better for their enigmatic aura instantaneously flows over. Yet, t's sad when they're not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnah... don't know what I'm writing &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1682755296226236866?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1682755296226236866/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/affirmation.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1682755296226236866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1682755296226236866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/affirmation.html' title='Affirmation'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1818118876067225132</id><published>2009-07-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:17:08.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juergen</title><content type='html'>Had another Photoshoot last Sunday. And gosh, going to uni on a sunday feels very strange xD&lt;br /&gt;Well the model is Joel from ModelMayhem. He stopped by my sedcard and asked if I'd like to do a test-shoot with him while he visits Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;Was nice to work with someone who has a little experience with photoshoots and posing. Think it was the first shooting I didn't have to direct that much. He did most of the job. *haha* And he kept striking different poses all the time. I was impressed. We finished the shoot having about 1.400 photographs and agreed to do another shoot anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focused on fashion and portraits again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHtwLgSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pawSSr2YOpA/s1600-h/Joel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHtwLgSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pawSSr2YOpA/s320/Joel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301292948619554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrH5CfLdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A2BK-yhjlbA/s1600-h/IMG_4925c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrH5CfLdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A2BK-yhjlbA/s320/IMG_4925c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301295978196434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHM-4fjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XiM6qmB_WHk/s1600-h/IMG_4083m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHM-4fjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XiM6qmB_WHk/s320/IMG_4083m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301284151918130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHXBeHXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZULk-WTzW_o/s1600-h/IMG_4118i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHXBeHXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZULk-WTzW_o/s320/IMG_4118i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301286847126898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrGyuGLAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4E7O9iRyzKc/s1600-h/IMG_4021h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrGyuGLAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4E7O9iRyzKc/s320/IMG_4021h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301277102189570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand K, Lea and me had our hardcore-Evangelion-watching-all-episodes-in-a-row session. It was crazy. We've sat there from about 20:00 in the evening to 6:00 in the morning. It's amazing how hard it gets to concentrate as time passed. And we ate waaaay too much, horrible xD&lt;br /&gt;I was wasted the next day *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that uni will be over after next week. It's been one hell of a month.&lt;br /&gt;Will be in Paris for one week in the holidays. Exploring the city a bit more and most of all having a great time. Need to reserve the flight as soon as possible. Waaah can't wait to get there :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way... whoever finds out why this post is called "Juergen" gets a free cookie :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1818118876067225132?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1818118876067225132/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/juergen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1818118876067225132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1818118876067225132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/juergen.html' title='Juergen'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SmcrHtwLgSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pawSSr2YOpA/s72-c/Joel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-8741524303272817058</id><published>2009-07-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:07:07.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it works</title><content type='html'>Ever had a great mood in the middle of the night without having sex? xD&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm in the best mood possible now. This was by far the best day (well it was more the evening) I had in a while. Pumped up with good spirits again and I'll let my soul shine. (just as I was told to a while ago) :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from Kenjutsu training about half an hour ago (by now it's an hour, haha). Yes, I was surprised too, but when you don't have any time limits, you'll keep focused and do everything until the end. It even was one of the best lessons I had so far. Since our master's out of town, there are only a few people coming. So Pab can pass on some little secrets to us. And I was the luckiest today for I got to train with him almost all the time. Even he complained about telling me too much stuff. But it was awesome. I learned soooooo much. And it helped me to improve a huge step. So I was even able to "teach" a student who's just about to get his Hakama. :D *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just for those who are interested... in a swordfight and in training it's actually not about doing the Katas right. It's about you feeling comfortable and being safe. Even if you do the wrong steps or make mistakes, what's most important is to stay calm and try to improve it. The other Len who's about to do his Hakama Test was kind of sad and anxious today because he didn't feel good doing the test. He thought if he might pass it was just because he's the only student out of the old Dojo left and that he wouldn't deserve to wear a Hakama. But is it really about how long he's been doing it and how well he can do the Katas? Not at all...&lt;br /&gt;His test actually was his training until now. It was about how hard he tried to improve and about if he did it with heart and soul. This was what he needed to understand. Our whole existance is a test. Sometimes for others, sometimes for ourselves. We are forced to take a lot of tests (school for example or abitur and bachelor stuff) but we actually attend them to prove ourselves, don't we? This is something even I didn't realise until tonoght. And it makes me feel really good for I know that I always try the hardest I can. Even if the results are mediocrite... it doesn't entirely matter... it's more important for me not to give up. And it will be aprechiated in the end.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just like wow. I'm so confident, nobody could beat me now. It feels wonderful... it's been a while, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learned today is that people whom you can't stand don't have to dislike you automatically. Seems like your work is aprechiated even if you don't want to impress your Profs. Was told today (and only one time before) that my Prof doesn't worry about my projects... he know's it'll be good... And that from a Prof I don't like at all, I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not over yet. Uploaded my portfolio on some modelling page thingy and got a lot of requests within a few days, which is a great honor for me. And not only bad/ugly models, even some with great potential. Looks like I'll have a lot of shoots wthin the next few months. I can't be any happier. Finally out of my creativity and action crisis ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to blog again... or at leat to fnally have something to talk about. Although it's nice reading about your lifes, too. It's just a little depressing to read your interesting blogs and not being able to tell you something interesting in return...&lt;br /&gt;... by the way I need to get my head into learning Japanese again. Sat next to a guy who seemed to learn it in the U-Bahn this evening and wasn't able to read anything exept of "desu". Kind of embarassing actually. Although I have to say there was a lot of Kanji written on his paper. Always nice to read other peoples sheets *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a great evening/or day by now as well and let your souls shine.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-8741524303272817058?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8741524303272817058/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-it-works.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8741524303272817058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/8741524303272817058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-it-works.html' title='How it works'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4169971758964626868</id><published>2009-06-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:09:06.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop</title><content type='html'>So you guys, yesterday I attended a photography workshop with and by Felix Rachor. Maybe someone knows him? He's quite successful with what he does so I thought it might be a good idea. Was gone the whole day and most of the evening, skipped Flash, learned quite a lot. Mostly about myself. We had a (I guess) semi-pofessional model the whole day and she was up for everything :D (Felix even painted her with acryllic colour) Although she didn't quite follow the orders we gave her &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was fun and I got some new inspiration (and photographs of course), which is always good. And I learned how to do some nice face postprocessing and retouching. I'm gonna use Bridge from now on ... and RAW o_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme of the workshop was Vogue Style fahion photography... or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;Some results can be seen here: (PS. Please be gentle, I did this in the middle of the night... don't expect anything over the top. Gonna go over these soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5jSpkPI/AAAAAAAAACw/v4dEXpjzJ0M/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5jSpkPI/AAAAAAAAACw/v4dEXpjzJ0M/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352364219111674098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5-GWHTI/AAAAAAAAADA/LielKdPOG64/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5-GWHTI/AAAAAAAAADA/LielKdPOG64/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352364226307824946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5goNC_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/e0dAGGH5MLE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5goNC_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/e0dAGGH5MLE/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352364218396773362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5ZgJIlI/AAAAAAAAACo/dbAdlsETnkk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5ZgJIlI/AAAAAAAAACo/dbAdlsETnkk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352364216483914322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4169971758964626868?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4169971758964626868/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/workshop.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4169971758964626868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4169971758964626868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/workshop.html' title='Workshop'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/Skdq5jSpkPI/AAAAAAAAACw/v4dEXpjzJ0M/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5226101968509393513</id><published>2009-06-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:54:56.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Occurencies</title><content type='html'>Sadness overwhelmed me once again. Without a reason, without any chance to avoid it. It just made its way into my body and filled me up. And there I was, utterly sad and uncomfortable. Of course he was there and I was glad to have him around, but he couldn't understand...&lt;br /&gt;Kept asking and asking without ever getting any answers. It made him sad too. By now the whole room was filled with sadness and confusion. Was it because of the room? Can rooms evoke such pain? At least it would be an explanation to all the ocurencies of that kind. It's been a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;And caught within this room of sadness he saw no other way but to escape. He asked me if I wanted him to leave.. of course I didn't. But I didn't want him to stay and ask more questions either. Torn between my feelings I began to cry- again without an explainable reason. It confused him even more. And the both of us saw no way out of this dilemma... We never even solved this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does life have to be this complicated? I wished I could stop my head from having any thoughts, even just for a moment. I wished I could be someone else-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't anybody please rip my head off!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Strange thoughts occur to me . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5226101968509393513?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5226101968509393513/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/occurencies.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5226101968509393513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5226101968509393513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/occurencies.html' title='Occurencies'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5213374795637686092</id><published>2009-06-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:56:04.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish God</title><content type='html'>Haha what an unusual title today *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very nice shoot with Ras today whom I met at Kenjutsu some time ago. He promised to attend training more often but for he works in Africa his time managnement is always in a mess. But today we finally made it and it was a blast. I'm not sure I ever had that much fun during a shoot. We were laughing and giggeling all the time and although he said that he didn't like cameras and standing in front of it he did a great job. Couldn't believe he didn't feel comfortable with himself...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I think the photos that came out are probably the best ones I ever took. I'm amazed by myself, even if it's not very polite to praise oneself. :3&lt;br /&gt;And Ras is by far the most handsome guy I ever met. Can't wait to shoot him again. He's also doing his own swordfight style and parcours, so I guess we'll be having quite a lot of other opportunities to shoot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my favourite photographs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXvdMxO8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IcFHgCt9Vnc/s1600-h/IMG_2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXvdMxO8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IcFHgCt9Vnc/s320/IMG_2222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347628449096874946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXv1ZcLgI/AAAAAAAAACg/dTsFA7yMOY0/s1600-h/IMG_2122f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXv1ZcLgI/AAAAAAAAACg/dTsFA7yMOY0/s320/IMG_2122f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347628455592472066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXvngzHsI/AAAAAAAAACY/P68uk9DrlBM/s1600-h/IMG_2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXvngzHsI/AAAAAAAAACY/P68uk9DrlBM/s320/IMG_2147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347628451865239234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else...&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the train yesterday heading home for Berlin I sat with three weird dressed guys. They looked a little like they were playing rugby or stuff like that. But they kept talking about strange things like chains and only 100 stones per game etc. And I wondered and wondered what they were talking about until some guy passed us and asked them about their crazy sport which turned out to be Jugger. Ever heard of that? If not go google it... sounds very cool. Well we happened to start a conversation that would last until the end of our train ride. ;) And I also found a model for our photography project of this semester. A bald man. He's quite charming as well and I think he'll be a good model. Well, we'll see how this one turnes out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I spent the whole evening photoshopping I need to do some uni tasks that waited for me way too long and need to be accomplished by tomorrow or at least this week. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be working now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5213374795637686092?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5213374795637686092/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/swedish-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5213374795637686092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5213374795637686092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/swedish-god.html' title='Swedish God'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SjaXvdMxO8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IcFHgCt9Vnc/s72-c/IMG_2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-507367843620006078</id><published>2009-05-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:41:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>People always talk about changing and making this world a better place. But who DOES take the first step? Who changes first? Why do we sit around and keep talking and talking and talking instead of doing something productive?&lt;br /&gt;We complain about people being stressed out and unfriendly, but do we face them with a smile? No, we don't for our environment "suggests" not to be happy. Just look around you whenever you're sitting in the S-Bahn. You'll only see sad, angry or mean looking faces. It makes you sad, or even angry yourself and you'd like to tell all of them that life is about living it to the fullest and that all of their worries are just nonsense compared to their whole existance. That they sould celebrate life and cherish the littlest things whatever they may be. Unless you're happy, what are you living for? What's your drive if not happiness and satisfaction? I'm sure we don't live to be sad and be smart about it. Existance celebrates, so join the party.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much little things to adore, love, cherish and laugh about. Isn't it beautiful how rain hits the floor and creates certain patterns? Isn't it amazing how buds evolve into flowers, how people can show their emotions? How some people keep singing the lyrics of their favourite songs to themselves and drift into their own little world without noticing everyone aroudn them? Isn't it lovely how human beings are able to dream? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should start to live our dreams and finally get active. People need to be made aware of all this. They should understand... they should find the conclusions, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Did you ever see a melancholic sea? Or a crazy mountain? Or a happy wood? ... Try to notice those things... (Gosh, Chakra is interesting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-507367843620006078?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/507367843620006078/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/507367843620006078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/507367843620006078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-908071978613290751</id><published>2009-05-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:24:30.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, plans, big plans</title><content type='html'>Gosh, there are so many things to do... I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of projects that need my attention simultaneously and I don't quite know where to start. Is it better to do steps little by little on one project at a time? Or to organize even more?&lt;br /&gt;Gah why am I so bad in organizing? ;____; Why the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm trying to find a company for my internship in Japan... difficult, I have to admit. Moreover I'm trying to find a little job in Berlin (conversation's on tomorrow), trying to improve my photography skills, training hard to become a swordsmaster and even more. I'm very confused at the moment, can't focus, can't organize, can't decide. I'll lose my head within this next week. @_@&lt;br /&gt;Moreover nothing really good's happening these days.. I need some positive experiences to push my confidence and happiness. It's about time, really.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep waiting until something good happens and then tell you about it... if it matters. Otherwise I'll go on bothering you with nonsense posts. Don't even know why I published this...&lt;br /&gt;But now it's your turn to accept it and deal with it... *harhar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep going you guys &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-908071978613290751?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/908071978613290751/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-plans-big-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/908071978613290751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/908071978613290751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans-plans-big-plans.html' title='Plans, plans, big plans'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1985136994159854062</id><published>2009-05-20T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:58:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>First of all, three things that made today a good day:&lt;br /&gt;* I was allowed to leave uni earlier&lt;br /&gt;* I've got 4 free days ahead&lt;br /&gt;* I actually laughed today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is one of my quite moody ones.&lt;br /&gt;And especially in the evening I kept thinking a lot about... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;If you were asked what your happiest moment ever was, what would you answer? Could you even answer right away!? - I can't. And that's what I was thinking about. Of course there are some very nice moments I had, but I can't define one of them as the most happy one. And even now I can't remember... Am I too negative in general? Maybe even pessimistic? Moat people say something like finding love, marriage, having a baby or other stuff, but I think this is not clear enough...&lt;br /&gt;I generally like to stand between the lines... wander beyond light and shadow and here and there touch a spot on either side. It's nice not to be stereotyped as a whole because there are some uncertainties on certain subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I was wondering about today was if I - or anyone I know- was replacable. If it was that easy to be without certain people... to get used to them not being there. As far as I'm the object of interest I'm not quite sure, but at least for other people I can say that I don't think some of them are replacable. Some people have a special.. let's call it aura to them that makes them unmistakable. And everytime they are not around something's missing, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said it's necessary to gather people around you that are good for you- special people I'm glad to be with. And for they are only a few, I keep missing them big time, even if it's just for a day that I can't be around them. Mh.. actually this sounds a bit abusive to me. I need go gather them around me to feel good. I'm inhaling their presence and keep using it for my own benefit... at least kind of. Gnah I'm unable to express myself again. Guess there's just too many things going on in my mind. I'm unable to grasp all of them correctly for they're floating together chaotically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like it. I remember once having a conversation on how ones mind looks. While it's a big grey city stored with thoughts to someone, to me it's (like to many other people I guess) a floating and everchanging chaos that can't be controlled. There's no system which I'm able to see and I'm thankful for every thought I can formulate clearly. And there's not too many of them unfortunately. That's probably why almost all my posts are quite chaotic and why I can't seem to stick to just one topic though I wish I could... *gnah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. Have a nice long weekend, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//PS: I think I sould write a lot more entrys anytime I'm not confused or sad. This whole blog seems so negative and strange... damn oO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1985136994159854062?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1985136994159854062/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1985136994159854062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1985136994159854062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7512096943264168503</id><published>2009-05-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:57:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Current states of mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry -  sad -  alone -  crappy -  homesick -  wanderlust -  useless -  overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;(simultaneously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks...&lt;br /&gt;This whole week sucks,&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- and I'm a sucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7512096943264168503?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7512096943264168503/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7512096943264168503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7512096943264168503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3270143965631131435</id><published>2009-05-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:01:46.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special moments</title><content type='html'>We can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;This might sound a little like proclaiming wolrd peace, but I dont mean it in a global way but in details. For I'm a person who likes to get deeper and deeper into things and examine them from the core. &lt;br /&gt;From time to time I get ridiculously fascinated by nature. Doesn't have to be nature as a whole, but like those little particles (of whatever) floating around us that we don't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you're sitting in a dark room and rays of light are shining in, you can see thousands of glistening particles floating in midair, or in matter, so to say. I can keep staring at them for hours without getting bored. And it's amazing to me how you can influence the floating matter within a room and practically everywhere. Sounds a little abstract, I'm aware of that, but I think you'll be able to understand. Everything around us consists of matter, even us. And all the air around us equals floating matter. We can't feel it floating, unless there's wind. But with every move we make, we disturb the rhythm of this matter. We can influence the way it floats... Ain't that amazing? xD&lt;br /&gt;I love to fool around with that little particles and to change their direction, or try to catch them. Gosh this has to sound so strange oO But hey, that's me, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love is the seeds of flowers swirling through the air, which is actually the same as these particles. But you can touch and catch them. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but I just love quiet and simple (but stunning) moments like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3270143965631131435?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3270143965631131435/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-moments.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3270143965631131435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3270143965631131435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-moments.html' title='Special moments'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5164951513417129707</id><published>2009-05-06T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:32:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Sorry to bother you with another random entry.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have anything important in my mind for now. Which actually feels kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like your head was about to explode. To let go of all the thoughts you want to hold on to simultaneously. And although it's important to think about the world it's hard sometimes... and makes you sad. But I'm glad to be aware of certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really into my music again. And rediscovered some great used-to-be-favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Music has always been very important to me... it's like a soundtrack to my life and determines my mood. But I guess that's just normal. As Nietzsche said: "Without music, life would be a failure" :D&lt;br /&gt;Great man... great, great man. *haha* Gotta read more of his books...&lt;br /&gt;As you might know I'm into metal a lot. I don't know what it is about metal that fascinates me so much... Most of the people would define it as noise instead of music. :P But at least for my favourite bands I can say that the lyrics are just awesome. And very philosophic. I can only recommend In Flames. Great band, great sound, great everything ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the old songs, I rediscovered Nobodys Listening by Linkin Park. That track is just soo stylish, although I obviously can't explain why. Damn I've got a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to express myself lately... (ha I like the word "lately")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... some songs I can recommend:&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park - Nobodys listening&lt;br /&gt;Miss Platinum &amp;amp; Peter Fox - Come marry me (haha the chorus is hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;Apocalyptica - Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin - So cold (go listen to that song)&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park - Pushing me away (Hybrid Theory version)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5164951513417129707?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5164951513417129707/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5164951513417129707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5164951513417129707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2341429119911345778</id><published>2009-04-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:31:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling great</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we had that stupid scribble class again, which I really can't stand (why am I doing it?- because of the credits &gt;.&gt; and because I don't have anything hard to do there) the day ended up being pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;Attended some other classes today which I normally wouldn't do. But I had training today and had a lot time on hand and to waste. So why not?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try to do those other classes, too. The atmosphere was kinda cool and I've got nothing better to do... oO Someone please give me something useful to do ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was hard today... hadn't had it for quite a while and sucked... really sucked. I need more practise... badly. =_= At least my sunshine (Pab) was there again. Training does always have another atmosphere everytime he's there. I know I'm way too focused on certain people but I can't help it. Just need certain people around me to feel good and comfortable around others. Pab's one of those people I can't be without. And for the last month he was missing ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Was amazing having him around again. He promised to attend training more often from now on. He had that plan of decreasing his skills by not training for a while and then improving skills with me again. (Kind of at the same level then) But he realised it would take way too long for him to lose his skills xD So that one didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;And due to the fact that he's that good, he thinks everyone might hate him, even his own children (who told him so... jokingly). So I was like "Hey, I like you, why don't you adopt me?" xD And there was only one thing that stopped him from agreeing, which was the fact that he doesn't have enough free space for me. *grin* "For a girl needs to have a biiig room with much space, as stated in the principles of samurai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh he made my day by saying that xD&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm way too focused on people an that it's easy to make my day *drop*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this nonsense and everyday kind of stuff... just needed to tell somebody o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2341429119911345778?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2341429119911345778/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2341429119911345778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2341429119911345778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-great.html' title='Feeling great'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-5327376322879450665</id><published>2009-04-22T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:30:25.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I felt again</title><content type='html'>I walked through the crisp night, when a breeze caught me and took me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the juicy gras beneath my feet, the air between my fingers and smelled the smell of a thousand lives. I could smell buds evolving into the most beautiful flowers and smell the most breathtaking smells. I could even smell the wind  racing through the fields and shaking them to twist the seeds. I smelled perfection: It was a wonderful moment. That sort you want to hold on to forever...&lt;br /&gt;And then-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was in Berlin again. Captivated within the never ending walls of concrete, inhaling the dust of the streets, filling my lungs. I was at the bottom again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and longed for my precious moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-5327376322879450665?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5327376322879450665/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-felt-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5327376322879450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/5327376322879450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-felt-again.html' title='Today I felt again'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2209571814771153709</id><published>2009-04-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:26:30.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading</title><content type='html'>I don't know where this thought comes from or by what it was inspired, but today I realised something:&lt;br /&gt;By the time we begin to think not only about our own life but about life as a whole and issues like society, purposes and human beings our life begins to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;We die a little every day... piece by piece, thought by thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today a bigger part of me got lost. The phrase "people equal shit" becomes more and more true to me. Don't know if it's because of Berlin and the mass of people you pass day by day. Just a feeling that grows inside me and is stirred up a lot lately. (I guess I've said that quite a few times before)&lt;br /&gt;Where are the good people? And why wouldn't they cross my way to make my day? It's actually not that difficult to brighten up my day... it's simple things you need no special abilities for. But instead, I die.... and die another little bit. Of course it's just minimal, but strong enough for me to feel it. Which is a little weird...&lt;br /&gt;There's this feeling of wasting my time again. Time's running out and I've got nothing productive to do... that's it so far about dieing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nya anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Sunday to come.. gonna celebrate a Cherry Blossom festival kind of thing (dressed up as a Geisha of course) *haha* Will be awesome... and probably really hot =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2209571814771153709?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2209571814771153709/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/fading.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2209571814771153709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2209571814771153709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/fading.html' title='Fading'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7718861352763871059</id><published>2009-04-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:22:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling gaps</title><content type='html'>Gnah I hate being uncreative.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to blog about something important or at least something that's important to me. But it seems I've lost all my creativity outdoors in the sun... that sucks. On the other hand, not blogging at all sucks, too. ¬_¬” Hopefully I'll come up with something usefull next time... perhaps in a few days or even weeks.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm enjoying the weather as much as everyone else does. Altough I'm usually not a wanna-be-all-in-the-sunshine person. I guess many things changed this year. Somehow frightening, isn't it? Why would a winter-lover suddenly like the summer!? I can't understand. I'm weird these days :D Just accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking for a flat somewhere in Tiergarten or Moabit. Does anyone need a companion in his/her flat? ^^"" Don't wanna live that far away from everybody anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, look forward to the next (hoping it will be) usefull blog entry xD&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7718861352763871059?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7718861352763871059/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/filling-gaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7718861352763871059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7718861352763871059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/filling-gaps.html' title='Filling gaps'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7107096985795037916</id><published>2009-03-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:14:34.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People...</title><content type='html'>And again, I can't seem to understand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some really serious discussions with a close friend lately. Well actually I've met that somebody just about two months ago but it seems like we're one and the same. There's so many things we share and yet we're totally different. Somehow amazing. And I feel really close to a foreign person, which is strange and a little frightening... o.o *gets lost in thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I always wanted to find someone to whom I could completely open up to, which I don't usually do. I tend to keep things to myself a lot causing me much trouble and sadness. But you know, I always thought that was just my way of doing it. And again I easily get lost in self pittying which is so embarrassing. Another thing is that I always think of my time as a valuable, yet running out. I envy people who'se years are passing by slowly. Who think they've got enough time on hand. I always think of my days and years on earth as limited, as for my glass, it would be half empty. Which I actually wouldn't define as being pessimistic, it's just that I... I kind of want to be remembered. I want people and most of all myself to be proud of something I produced. I need to find a sense in life, a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;What's a life worth without a purpose. Without a goal to achieve? - Let me tell you, it's absolutely senseless. And I keep feeling senseless until I'll find the one thing I can do... I feel so useless lately.God and I'm drifting again... well don't pay too much attention on this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is something I'll have to handle myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing track of what I wanted to say... again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't even remember the purpose of this entry. *damn*&lt;br /&gt;Exept of the fact that people keep pissing me off a lot lately. Ther are so may people who don't deserve to be here (which means living) at all. Yet they're everywhere. What's wrong with the world? I kept asking myself this question a lot, but there's no solution to me. Don't know what happened... and I actully don't care anymore. No need for more headache ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;People just suck, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7107096985795037916?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7107096985795037916/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7107096985795037916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7107096985795037916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html' title='People...'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4123419123272319495</id><published>2009-03-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:07:04.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>About stupidity</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm home again... finally xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a train to Berlin in order not to miss my training and the damn train was 2 hours late. Not the most stupid thing, though...&lt;br /&gt;As my home was within reach, I began searching for my key. Thought no one would leave a key in their house at home... can't be that stupid. And guess what I left back home... yes, the fu***** key &gt;.&gt; So there I stood, cold, thirsty and homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a train back home would have been stupid, I thought. So I thought about where I was going to stay over the night... Under a bridge? In a house for homeless? xD Gosh I was so confused. But first thing I needed to do was finding some place I could stay at for some time. (By the way, I had to miss training, of course, since my outfit was in my room &gt;.&gt;) Fortunately, a sports-colleague had some time for me... I stayed at his place until evening ^^" Poor little friend, he must be so annoyed by me by now. *drop*&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I was allowed to stay at K's and Leas place for the night, which was awesome xD&lt;br /&gt;Very nice flat, I got freshly cooked food (and it was very tasty *yum*) and they even had a free bed xD I expected to sleep on some floor. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;We even watched some anime movie called "Paprika". And I wouldn't reccommend it to you, unless you're into very strange things. That was probably the most confusing movie I've ever seen. (Exept of some yapanese movies of course) Very colourful and... crazy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very glad I got another key to my flat today.&lt;br /&gt;Although I had to wake up at 6 in the morning in order to get that damn key -_-&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting really tired now... probably gonna sleep till 1 or 2 pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4123419123272319495?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4123419123272319495/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4123419123272319495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4123419123272319495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-stupidity.html' title='About stupidity'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7301999925983988797</id><published>2009-03-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:07:04.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger to myself</title><content type='html'>Dear --- ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to call you. You probably don't even want to know me, but I know everything about you. In fact you're just a selfish bastard who's unable to identify her own self. Sounds harsh, but you should think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many negative things to say about you. I think you may have discovered this by yourself. You are a selfish, envious, untalented, annoying to others, stupid, freaky and to be continued idiot. You see, there's still so many negative things to  mention. I don't even know where to start actually...&lt;br /&gt;It's hilaroius how you refer to yourself as an individual. You're just another drop of water within the sea and don't stand out at all. Being special just isn't for you, I think. You're probably just another grey spot in this world, waiting to erase someone elses future by standing in the way. Yes, that's how your future will be. You'll make sure, there's a lot of hurdles in other peoples lives. Isn't this a little dissatisfying? You can surely ruin more peoples lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how worthless your whole existance is?&lt;br /&gt;Strange feeling, isn't it? But I'm sure you won't go and try to make a change. Because you're unable to adapt most of the time. You'll just go ahead and accept your part in this wicked play of your life without questioning. Like you always do. How can someome believe in everything people tell her? That's insane. People talk bullshit all the time. And you... you believe them, because you're unbelievably naiive. Gosh, it's dreadful to even try to explain your existance. There's no sense in it. You shouldn't even be allowed to live...&lt;br /&gt;Still you do... and there's nothing the world can do about it. Not even killing you would be an option, cause there's so many of your kind...&lt;br /&gt;You are the ones who make this world's development stagnate. You're affecting everyone who strives to improve this world. Is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should think about it... seriously. Or for the better, stop being!&lt;br /&gt;And be sure there's so much more I'd like to tell you at this point... you're such a disappointment alltogether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, your Reflection...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7301999925983988797?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7301999925983988797/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/stranger-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7301999925983988797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7301999925983988797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/stranger-to-myself.html' title='Stranger to myself'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-2007426770851302945</id><published>2009-03-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:39:08.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance...</title><content type='html'>... she felt lonely ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always people around her, yet she was alone. Alone with her mind and all the thoughts swirling around in her head. It felt like there were invisible walls all around her that nobody could break through.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to hide it, of course and succeeded in doing it. It was ok when she had some tasks that needed to be accomplished... assignments waiting to be finished with. It was when there was nothing to do that she was alone again... thoughts rolling in on her and drowning her in endless thoughts. There was no way she could escape them... she was aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for feeling alone again... and everything faded. Finally alone again, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;And she let herself go... let loose of everything she wanted to hold for it was useless...&lt;br /&gt;All she needed to know was the fact that she was alone... At least one thing she was sure of in a world of uncertainties. This was the information she was able to hold on to. A realisation she would be able to make at any time.&lt;br /&gt;There was so much she had forgotten over the years; her friends, her love, maybe even herself... she couldn't be sure... It was now that she couldn't think anymore. Like her thoughts ricocheted from the walls surrounding her and kept flowing in and out of her head...&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing else to do for now exept of accepting her loneliness. Loneliness was an interesting word to her... she somehow liked the sound of it. Yet she didn't want to be lonely anymore. But what could she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness was her only friend... and distance to everyone the only relation she was able of keeping stable... This was it. She needed to accept it... and a new feeling built up insider her;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-2007426770851302945?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2007426770851302945/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/distance_05.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2007426770851302945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/2007426770851302945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/distance_05.html' title='Distance...'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-4272264640770269678</id><published>2009-03-03T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:03:53.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Gnaaah, I feel bored... generally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everytime I have holidays. I'm really looking forward to the holidays and to being at home again... But when I arrive I realise there's nothing practical I can do...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could try to work on my final task in typography but I'm not motivated enough to do that. I wonder when I'll be :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but I feel kind of useless here...&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do to "improve the world"... *grin* Though nothing I've done before made the world a better place I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be in Berlin again... there's so many things I miss and I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody give me a task or at least something to do ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-4272264640770269678?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4272264640770269678/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4272264640770269678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/4272264640770269678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3292651151168197928</id><published>2009-02-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:59:28.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SaR7NHybZDI/AAAAAAAAABA/DaLr9WnUUdg/s1600-h/corners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SaR7NHybZDI/AAAAAAAAABA/DaLr9WnUUdg/s320/corners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306501726308361266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people whose mouth corners point down are sad people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking into the mirror today, staring blankly. And the corners of my mouth point down... so down. And the longer I kept staring, the lower they sank.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a sad person?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I never thought about that... I always thought I looked pretty normal and had nothing too bad happening in my past. At least until February of last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather who lives next door had a heartattack and dropped dead at once. Luckily I had just taken my first aid course and had an adrenalin flash. So I ran upstairs, heaved him from the bed onto the ground (with the help of my father and grandma of course) and began to reanimate him. The only sign of live we got from him was a soft grip around my arm... and then he faded again... Fortunately the ambulance arrived just then and managed to get him more or less stable. (Seven times shocked...) Afterwards he lay in a state of artificial coma for about a month and had to go to rehabilitation for about a year...&lt;br /&gt;The doctors said that he wouldn't have made it without our help, which made me very proud of myself. On the other hand it was the most disturbing night I've ever had. And I'd do everything to prevent this from happening again. It was horrible and I can't help myself but cry everytime I remember it, which is quite often these days. But he's back... feels strange to have him around again... and his character changed a lot I think... But the rest of my family doesn't seem to notice it yet...&lt;br /&gt;After he began to go to reha my gandma fell into a deeeeeep deep hole of sadness and kind of lost herself... when she was okay again, my mother broke down and had all the symptoms of a heart attack. Fortunately this had no organic reasons... But she got ill too and had to be in hospital until 2 weeks ago... And about a month ago my grand-granddad died... of a heart attack... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was just horrible... until now, this years has been, too. I wonder if the corners of my mouth sank due to this never ending sadness I encountered and all the difficulties I had...&lt;br /&gt;How fast can the features of your face change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a sad person? Do I seldomly smile? ... Am I not happy and outgoing and... you know where I'm aiming at...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Another mystery I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3292651151168197928?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3292651151168197928/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/corners.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3292651151168197928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3292651151168197928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/corners.html' title='Corners'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SaR7NHybZDI/AAAAAAAAABA/DaLr9WnUUdg/s72-c/corners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-3066636386533467680</id><published>2009-02-22T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:35:31.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionism</title><content type='html'>Are perfectionism and ambition bad things when lived at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I all relates to the new sport I do, Kenjutsu. I  started way after everyone else, but I'm always motivated to do my best. It's like a drug to me, I just can't get enough. I keep practising all the time and keep going and going. Some people even called me insane for doing that. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally not a sporty person. I didn't even do any sports until now. But Kenjutsu is just perfect for me. It's about techniques and a little competition at times. It's about live or death actually... And it challenges me. Moreover I like handling a sword... or a bokken at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;When I had no training I kept practicing by myself or with someone I met there.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm some kind of lunatic. I'm going crazy without practising and it frightens me. I know I'm being too ambitious but I can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without sounding arrogant (at least I hope so, cause I really don't want to) right now I'm better than some people who have been doing Kenjutsu for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;My aim is to get my hakama (the traditional robe) earlier than usual, which won't be possible I guess. So I just want to be the best. This is my ideal, the thing I strive for, my motivation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel bad about it. Can it be a bad thing to be that ambitious? Does it make me another person? Does it make me sound arrogant at times? Am I a lunatic? I don't know at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to continue... and I want to be good, really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want and I kind of hate it. Feels like I'm being the arrogant bitch everyone will hate someday. The one that everyone dislikes because she's just too focused on fast learning and keeps missing the details and can't stop showing others that she's better than them to some degree. I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please help me clear my mind... please .. .. ...&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was snowing... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-3066636386533467680?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3066636386533467680/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfectionism.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3066636386533467680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/3066636386533467680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfectionism.html' title='Perfectionism'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-7814727881482855378</id><published>2009-02-17T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:52:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest</title><content type='html'>The greatest gift of our time is to have someone you still want to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many stupid people around us, making it harder and harder for us to connect to anyone of them. At least that's what I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally not a people-hater, but now that I officially live in Berlin, I tend to dislike people around me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't want to connect, but I just can't go down to all of the peoples levels. That's just not me. I want people around me, who I love to listen to, who have great topics and important issues to talk about, because I'm usually not the one that talks the whole time. Most of the time I kind of am "the audience", which is good  both for the one who's speaking and me, because I like to listen. But sometimes it's hard just listening to someone. And the tendency of it is still rising. (Maybe that's just the after effect of yesterdays desaster, dunno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very glad I found some people worth listening to. People who don't waste their whole time talking shit but adressing important, philosophic, society based issues. Issues I like to learn about, issues I'm not familiar talking about exept in my own head.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a good feeling to know that some people care about the same things your head revolves around. :3 And I'm honestly looking forward to all the conversations we'll hopefully have in the future. Let's keep talking you guys!! *cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was... ... interesting xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-7814727881482855378?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7814727881482855378/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7814727881482855378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/7814727881482855378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest.html' title='The Greatest'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-6344468830878019872</id><published>2009-02-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:44:37.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SZnBkwEb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kpUGh_Bn0c4/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SZnBkwEb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kpUGh_Bn0c4/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303482873328432530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another shitty day over.&lt;br /&gt;Today was very unnerving... First I had to take an exam in probably the most strange class I've ever taken. But it went pretty well I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had to present our final tasks in art by creating a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, everyone was so stupid oO&lt;br /&gt;Why would you buy tons of alcohol knowing you can't drink it without going insane? Though I guess I was one of the only ones who didn't like the "wet" atmosphere. Some people are so pissing me off lately, I wished I could tear them to pieces and burn these to the ashes. Oo I know this sounds a little... er... violent, but I just hate people who are all about attention and keep pushing themselves into the centre of attention. Why can't you just hold back for a minute and be quiet to honor everyone elses work!? Why would you walk and jump all over the place all the time shouting, whispering so loud you could hear it to the other end of the room and keep fooling around awkwardly!? Damn I just can't have this...&lt;br /&gt;Moreover most of the performances were frankly speaking shit.&lt;br /&gt;Very good idea to present your pictures in the dark and lightening them with a flashlight from time to time... Or presenting your work in front of a Duschvorhang. Hate, hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fact that pissed me off was that I asked Mr. G if what I did was what he wanted in the beginning of the project and he just told me that he wasn't so sure but that I should keep on going like this. Which I did, knowing he would tell me that my work was crap in the end. Talked to some students about it and everyone kept telling me that I was overrating it and exaggerating it. But you know, I was right... and I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;When I finished he told me that my work wasn't good, but that he especially liked my performance (which actually was harsh criticism) and gave me the better note...&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is that!? Why can't he just tell me I was going the wrong path when I was still beginning and planning!? He also did this for the others... -_-&lt;br /&gt;Ok, had to get rid of this... sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well L, I think it was a good decosion to just not be there at all. You didn't miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;And I especially liked the way you presented your work... Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand however I had a poetry flash today, due to the fact that I was fascinated by the snow falling... I love snow. Should be snowing all year *-*&lt;br /&gt;So here's my minimalistic little (kind of) poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hörtst du, wie der Schnee fällt?&lt;br /&gt;Leise ... leise&lt;br /&gt;... so leise.&lt;br /&gt;Und sanft wie eine Berührung des Windes&lt;br /&gt;wird er schließlich eins mit dir.&lt;br /&gt;Reinigt deine Seele,&lt;br /&gt;leert deinen Kopf.&lt;br /&gt;Und du spürst, wie all die Hitze in dir,&lt;br /&gt;all der Zorn geheilt wird.&lt;br /&gt;Ich könnte hier ewig verweilen&lt;br /&gt;und dir zusehen... leise, ganz leise.&lt;br /&gt;Du bist unaufdringlich..., wunderschön.&lt;br /&gt;Ich möchte das er nie verfliegt,&lt;br /&gt;dieser wunderschöne Augenblick.&lt;br /&gt;Wir teilen ihn, nur du und ich.&lt;br /&gt;Und beim nächsten Wimpernschlag,&lt;br /&gt;bist du schon wieder verschwunden...&lt;br /&gt;Eins mit mir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich bin geheilt...&lt;br /&gt;leise, ganz leise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks fot the attention...&lt;br /&gt;I think I just fell in love again... with snow.&lt;br /&gt;Feels so much better after a bath in the soft snowflakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-6344468830878019872?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6344468830878019872/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6344468830878019872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/6344468830878019872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLxTKIs0Aw0/SZnBkwEb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kpUGh_Bn0c4/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1472806872901274397</id><published>2009-02-04T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:59:57.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning the Ashes</title><content type='html'>Another day over... *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days an hour passes like a whole week. Sickens me not to be able to do anything useful.&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on with my semester projects, for my musician is busy, teachers don't seem to be able to fill out a 10-questions questionnaire, my photos suck lately... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is wrong with me? The only thing that makes me feel good is doing sport... feels good to just let go and drift into another reality. A reality without university, stress, lost usb-sticks your processing semester project happens to be on, losing track of what you still have got to do.... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover people are much more relaxed there... feels good to be amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my lecturers introduced us to the darkroom techniques. And exept of the fact that I don't quite catched everything he said about all the chemicals and processes you've got to do it was very interesting. And for the first time it seemed like he was really into what he was telling us and had muuuch time on hand. (Just seemed to be that way of course) Well I had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;He's still one of my favourite teachers, though.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to the fact that he always has some time for me if I'm having any problems. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to get some positive feedback at least on SOMETHING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I realised that I have lost my USB- Stick last friday and was near breakdown. I had a lot of my semester projects in there. Fortunately there still are some honest people in this world and somebody gave it to the front-counter lady. ^^" Gheez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Sadness overwhelms me once again and leaves me drowning in the circles of my own mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: shitty "feeling" phrase oO&lt;br /&gt;Should try to avoid this one next time. Sounds like I have a very limited vocabulary -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1472806872901274397?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1472806872901274397/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burning-ashes.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1472806872901274397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1472806872901274397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burning-ashes.html' title='Burning the Ashes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529141474630283436.post-1091050979312519783</id><published>2009-01-29T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:39:42.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><title type='text'>Getting started</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;This is my first ever blog and blog entry. So please keep this in mind while reading my crap, ok!? Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really kind of stressed out these days... probably because of all the different tasks I'll have to accomplish all at a time. Although I'm not really lazy I've still got sooo much to do. Let's call it a work-overload. Stupid uni is already exhaustig me... and I just started.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe we already had a semester at university. Tempus fugit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well... Lately I get frustrated a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Not by specific things, but in general. Because I'm bored or can't seem to take a good picture lately, because I still haven't accomplished all my tasks, feel lonely... etc etc. many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Also I hate my domitory. It's not like I haven't tried to decorate it and make it a little comfy for me, but it's very lonely and at the end of the world. (takes me about a quarter of an hour to get to university) And people in here are rather cold and keep by themselves... strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep staring into thin air thinking, but actually having no clear thought... are you familiar with that situation?&lt;br /&gt;Feels strange to be asked about what you're thinking all the time and all you can say is "well nothing actually." -_- Strangest thing about it is that I somehow feel guilty for it. Seems like I'm having bad thoughts and just don't want to tell anyone, which is of course stupid. But that's what I am... stupid. Naive and kind of stupid at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now. I'll annoy you with my thoughts again later on. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529141474630283436-1091050979312519783?l=saintinmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1091050979312519783/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1091050979312519783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529141474630283436/posts/default/1091050979312519783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintinmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-started.html' title='Getting started'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14297785749968049475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_zoFknS0ps/Tb3YhRBHrYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQez_nmWrks/s220/Bild%2B1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
