Das ist Maja, Tuner's neue Freundin.
（＾ω＾） (゜∀゜)
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I wanna write a short with many pics, less words post today.
This Post is divided in:
1.) Pics of me
2.) Pics of me and Tuner
3.) Pics of Spring arrived
5.) Pics and Video of Maja
Spring Pics.
Make up!
Can anyone tell me, if these ones are for real:
http://www.ebay.de/itm/12-Lippenstift-Helle-Farbe-Beauty-Lip-Makeup-Kosmetik-Lippen-Stift-Lipstick-HE/360751542436?_trksid=p2052191.c100026.m2065&_trkparms=aid%3D222003%26algo%3DSIC.FIT%26ao%3D1%26asc%3D20131113143937%26meid%3D5759946074816305389%26pid%3D100026%26prg%3D20131113143937%26rk%3D2%26rkt%3D15%26sd%3D131141202276
That Price is uber cheap for MAC Lipstics...
Anyways I've found some good ones and had to organize them:
(I want more...)
So freaky! I first had them in a highboy not knowing how much, till I put them out and:
Holy! O_O
Still I want the Dior Trianon Collection ahem... Such beautiful porcelain blue they have! Never saw these colors somewhere.
But they both are grr grr all the time. Well mostly Maja.
This is Maja, a baby! Still bigger than Tuner, the old boy hehe.
Tuner seems very jealous:
But he shall know I love him! He forever my Number one dog. :3
Sorry Maja...
(Look alike)
Went to eat 2 MC Chicken and a Choco Milkshake. I am still full.
haha there goes my Diet plan...
Bye ~
Rot
Tuner. 1 Woche fast hab ich ihn nicht gesehen. Jetzt ist er über glücklich. 
Und mein Buch und Spiel kam an. Wie hui's marrying Buddha und command & conquer. :)
Und mein Buch und Spiel kam an. Wie hui's marrying Buddha und command & conquer. :)Selflessness or the way to let people feel guilty
The other day I went to get some food for my fridge, coz he yelled at me: Don't you want to fill me? Why you even bought me if you're not using me? I want food, girl!
I went to a store checking some food and drinks when a old men tried to get some bottles and one of them falled to the floor. He not paid any attention, neither I.
While checking different bottles and deciding, which one I should get, a old lady came like a meteor to the place where the bottle was and picked it up. While doing it, she said:
"Is not that incredible? Just incredible to have a poor old woman pick up the bottle."
Normally I would be very ashamed of myself, but not on that day.
No, I felt pissed off.
How dare this Lady come and try to make me feel guilty?
Why is it my fault, that she stooped instead of letting care the employee?
Why is it my job to pick the bottle up? Just because an old man can not do it? Just because an old lady can not do it?
No it is not my job. I did not asked you old lady to pick the bottle up.
Fuck that. Nobody has any right to tell anyone else what to do!
That is something bothering me awhile.
Just because a person is "old", that person has the right to be like that?
It is not that I not help old people for example helping walking a street.
Also I read so often on different sites about donating. Mostly rich people or famous ones getting these ridiculous ones:
Why you not spend your money for the starving kids in africa? No, you have to spend your money on these 1000 Dollar shoes.
I remember and you probably too when you read my blog since 2012, my "german war". Where I had a huge fight with some Uni Students about exactly this situation. To tell you the story short: There was a ex friend writing on facebook:
Support the Guys from BLA BLA Website. Each Euro counts. And you will get awesome things such as good Karma and a free gift! So less Chocolate, cigarettes, alcohol and drugs but more money for the art.
And I wrote: How super unabashed is this and why should I renounce my beloved Chocolate??
After that a shitstorm started I got called psycho and more. I got kicked out of her friendlist, still she and her oh so smart friends making jokes about my honesty.
The end is easy: We never ever said a word again. Lucky me! :D
Anyways I've learned through my experience, the more you help others, the more their depend on your help.
I was someone who always helped out with money. Guess how much people still owe me? Must be 1k by now. Hate it! Thus I do not give money away anymore.
I grow up with this non help by others. If you read my biography, you know, people rather watching me getting bullied then helping.
I went to a store checking some food and drinks when a old men tried to get some bottles and one of them falled to the floor. He not paid any attention, neither I.
While checking different bottles and deciding, which one I should get, a old lady came like a meteor to the place where the bottle was and picked it up. While doing it, she said:
"Is not that incredible? Just incredible to have a poor old woman pick up the bottle."
Normally I would be very ashamed of myself, but not on that day.
No, I felt pissed off.
How dare this Lady come and try to make me feel guilty?
Why is it my fault, that she stooped instead of letting care the employee?
Why is it my job to pick the bottle up? Just because an old man can not do it? Just because an old lady can not do it?
No it is not my job. I did not asked you old lady to pick the bottle up.
Fuck that. Nobody has any right to tell anyone else what to do!
That is something bothering me awhile.
Just because a person is "old", that person has the right to be like that?
It is not that I not help old people for example helping walking a street.
Also I read so often on different sites about donating. Mostly rich people or famous ones getting these ridiculous ones:
Why you not spend your money for the starving kids in africa? No, you have to spend your money on these 1000 Dollar shoes.
I remember and you probably too when you read my blog since 2012, my "german war". Where I had a huge fight with some Uni Students about exactly this situation. To tell you the story short: There was a ex friend writing on facebook:
Support the Guys from BLA BLA Website. Each Euro counts. And you will get awesome things such as good Karma and a free gift! So less Chocolate, cigarettes, alcohol and drugs but more money for the art.
And I wrote: How super unabashed is this and why should I renounce my beloved Chocolate??
After that a shitstorm started I got called psycho and more. I got kicked out of her friendlist, still she and her oh so smart friends making jokes about my honesty.
The end is easy: We never ever said a word again. Lucky me! :D
Anyways I've learned through my experience, the more you help others, the more their depend on your help.
They expect it.
Years ago I had a BFF, who only was my BFF, cos she loved my money. When I stopped helping her, she stopped being my friend. I only understood later, that it wasn't my person, she loved, it only was my money.I was someone who always helped out with money. Guess how much people still owe me? Must be 1k by now. Hate it! Thus I do not give money away anymore.
I grow up with this non help by others. If you read my biography, you know, people rather watching me getting bullied then helping.
Cleweek #March 0.1
It's Seiko Matsudas Birthday today!
:D
Play Day. If you are a Lastfm User you probably know, what that means. Playing the Artist all day long. As much as you can. :3 I listen her right now with the Song:
いつまでもこの胸の中に(Backing Track)
and now switch to しなやかな夜.
Loving it. She has such a angelic voice.
Tuner and me at the weekend on our typical Path.
I remember last time sitting alone there and the time before that I sit with someone there and I don't even wanna write about, coz still.... Still something really weird's going on in my heart.
I dunno if I post the next pics here before,...bad bad alzheimer haha
This Pullover is new. It has a print with the word "Dream" on it.
This time really ouch while operation. The doc put the syringe so deep into my mouth I thought I gonna die.
Don't wanna think about it anymore. Just ouch... :( Luckily it not hurt after the operation. :D I have a hole now in my mouth. Can I write it like that? Well, I have some space now for my other teeth and hope they will become a bit straight. You know, they have space now to maybe correct on a natural way. Jezz my english! :/ And I hope getting Invasilign soon. Or something similar. Just pretty please I want straight teeth!
I've started to read Shanghai Baby from Wei Hui and it is so good. Why not many girls writing like this in their blogs? All i read 99% is what I wore today, what i ate today, what I bought today. But nothing about: I have feelings for S. and I don't know why. Is it love? Or is it just so I don't feel lonely anymore? Am I crazy?
You know, something like this. More about the girl behind, less about what she ate, wore, bought.
Am I also like that? I guess lately.... yes. hm I more write nothing anymore than something. After reading Wei Hui's Book I became different in my writing style in german. I wish my english would be good enough, but still I dunn know all words and sometimes I just wanna give it up. Start writing in german and bury my english.
Here is another food blog entry to make me look hypocritical:
I love this coat so much. ♥
I may will write a post only with pictures like this one day. :D To see if I changed or the place. :3
(The following text is a copy past save translator version of my german text. )
At the weekend I've cried bitterly, almost pathetic. My Life changed like 100% since this day. It has this taste of die and be reborn. I felt powerless, did not know what to do. I am like a little child.
A weekend full of changes in my life .
Worse than the changes in remastered versions of some games.
I wept bitterly. Something I did not have long.
And now I 'm tired of it. Much cry ensures that you will be very tired. Did you have that too before? You cried until you no longer could, until you no longer can take your eyes open , you simply just want to go to bed, blanket over the head and the world no longer exists.
I can hear your voice clearly , as you respond to this:
Oh Clee , .... ~
I still behave like a child and not as an adult .
As before, I do not taste the fruits of adults. The fruits of a child , however, are soft, sweet and enchanting . The adult fruit but tastes terribly bitter and hard. A life full of work and little pleasure. This is at least what I feel when I look back on my work , on my life. It's just hard.
At the end , as you say, stay You may have no friends, no family, no wealth, but yourself.
The last time I cried so bitterly was last summer. At least that's my memory after that.
This bitter pain of I do everything wrong feeling. The bitter disappointment , that one is not good enough for someone. This ease with which people can exchange one ...
Kinderlachen
Er lachte bei beiden die ganze Zeit. Sobald sich etwas veränderte, kicherte er, als hätte er eine neue Welt als erster entdeckt.
Zauberhaft. Kinder lachen ist etwas magisches. So voll von Energie und Ehrlichkeit.
At the Weekend
Tuner und ich dieses Wochenende.
Ein Wochenende voller Veränderungen in meinem Leben.
Schlimmer als die Veränderungen bei Remaster Versionen irgendwelcher Spiele.
Schlimmer als die Veränderungen bei Remaster Versionen irgendwelcher Spiele.
Ich weinte bitterlich. Etwas, das ich schon lang nicht mehr tat.
Und nun bin ich müde davon. Viel weinen sorgt dafür, dass man sehr müde wird. Hattest du das auch schon einmal? Du weintest, bis du nicht mehr konntest, bis du deine Augen nicht mehr aufhalten kannst, du einfach nur noch ins Bett willst, Decke übern Kopf und die Welt existiert nicht mehr.
Ich kann deine Stimme klar hören, wie du auf das hier antwortest:
Ach Clee, ....~
Ach Clee, ....~
Ich benehme mich nach wie vor wie ein Kind und nicht wie eine Erwachsene.
Nach wie vor schmecken mir die Früchte der Erwachsenen nicht. Die Früchte des Kind seins hingegen sind weich, süß und zauberhaft. Die Erwachsenen Frucht jedoch schmeckt furchtbar bitter und hart. Ein Leben voller Arbeit und wenig Freude. Dies ist zumindest, was ich fühle, wenn ich auf meine Arbeit zurückblicke, auf mein Leben. Es ist einfach nur hart.
Am Ende, so sagst du, bleibst du. Du magst keine Freunde haben, keine Familie, kein Reichtum, doch du hast dich.
Das letzte Mal als ich so bitter weinte war letzten Sommer. Zumindest ist das meiner Erinnerung nach so.
Dieser bittere Schmerz des Ich mache alles falsch Gefühls. Die bittere Enttäuschung, dass man nicht gut genug für jemanden ist. Diese Leichtigkeit mit der Menschen einen Austauschen können, ...
Vielleicht schreibe ich morgen weiter.
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