July 2006

E neien Rekord opgestallt. Scho nees. Vun en Donneschdeg op e Freideg innerhalb vun dräizéng Stonnen zweemol an der Urgence – an domat véier mol innerhalb vun zwou Wochen. Zweemol, well ech dem Dokter an der Urgence nuets net getraut hun, vu dass dee mer schon emol direkt ee Medikament opgeschriwwen huet fir d’Nues opzemaachen, ouni mech iwwerhaapt emol ze froen op déi zou wier (war se net). Esoulues hun ech et definitiv saat. Des Kéier huet mäin Ouer schlapp gemaach, well soen ech hu nemmi ganz vill op der rietser Säit héiren (an d’Gehéier kennt och nemmen lues a lues rem), also den Ufank vun engem H??rsturz. Fazit: 9 Deeg op Cortison, 4 Deeg ee Mëttel fir de Blutfloss unzekurblen (ergo keen Alkohol) an haut de Metteg d’Audiometrie (gottseidank besser ausgefall wéi gefaart).

Ajo, a wéi ech freides mettes bei den RCM war fir all déi divers Krankeschäiner plus Schoulcertificat mol ofzegin, fällt mer en Adapter een Zantimeter frun der Nues rof, well deen um Paternoster (e Megamat) gepecht huet an de Colle lass gaangen war.

Wat mech awer bei wäitem am meeschten opreegt ass, dass ech mat mengem Ouer net kann mat op d’Nature One goen. H**re Sch****!

Ass d’Liewen net schéin?

… you feel like screaming because your earphones’ wires are fastened with knots
… the fact alone of being forced to wear earphones because others don’t want to listen to your music upsets you
… you search for good music online but everything sounds like crap, even the bands you usually listen to
… you’re angry that you flogged a dead horse loosening those knots
… the Salzburg Festival on tv drives you crazy
… you desperately want to write a short story or poem but are completely uninspired
… you can’t laugh at James Belushi
… you miss absent friends so much you look up when the next flight’s going
… the end of summer sounds great because at school at least you’ll have something to do
… staring at your computer screen is pretty nearly everything you do
… your temper changes faster than a thirteen year old’s
… you don’t feel like reading a Koontz
… relaxing by the Eiffel tower was pretty much the best time you had in weeks
… your eyes won’t stop hurting and your right shoulder begins aching, too
… everything is much of a muchness
… going out with friends is great but your yen to see other places is all-occupying
… you write a list such as this one

Ech leiden am Moment iergendwéi ennert chronescher Oninspiréiertheet. Dat mécht mech wahnsinneg.

Hun awer alt wéinstens e neit Wuert bäigeléiert haut, hun bis elo just d’Adjektiv “tedious” kannt. Mee och domatter bleiwt dee Post hei total sennlos. :P

Firwat hun ech eng Foto vu mir gepost? Gesäit d’Säit wéinstens bessen méi gefellt aus.

Villäicht geet et muer besser.

Et ass ze waarm. Wéi sot e Kolleeg vu mer: “Et gett definitiv Zäit, dass et rem Wanter gett”. Hierscht géing mer awer och duergoen, ech sin e genügsame Mensch.

Emmerhin een Dag manner bis de Weekend an domatter der Party am Scott’s. Yes :)

Sou laang ass hei näischt gelaaf. Net well ech elo eng Woch iergendwou op enger Plage louch mech ze erhuelen, mä well ech et färdeg bruecht hun ee perséinlechen Rekord opzestellen, deen ech ni well briechen: ech war innerhalb vun enger Woch zweemol an der Urgence an dat souguer zwee Deeg hannerteneen – Donneschdes a Freides – nodeems ech Dennschdes scho bei engem normalen Dokter war. Beim Hausdokter hat ech nemmen Kapp- an Halswéi, déi éischte Kéier an der Urgence Kapp- a Genéckwéi an déi zweete Kéier an der Urgence Aanwéi. E puer Röntgen méi spéit: “nemmen” eng Entzündung am Genéck, dofir dierf ech elo Arcoxia schlécken. Ausserdeem eng Entzündung an den Aan – jo, schon erem. Schaffen war ech ganzer zwee an en halwen Dag, wouriwwer sech mäi Porte-Monnaie lo net onheemlech freet, mee schaffen goen war eben leider net dran.

D’Woch huet awer gudd opgehaalen, well ech geschter no enger Rei Joëren endlech rem zu Paräis war, eng cool Star Wars Ausstellung an der Cité des Sciences et de l’Industrie gesin, am Virgin Megastore zougeschloen (endlech de Lilja 4-Ever mat O-Toun op DVD, juhu!) an dunn um Champ de Mars e relaxen Nometteg mat näischt maachen verbruecht hun – do hätt eigentlech just nach e bessen Ben Harper gefeelt, mee en MP3 mat op Paräis ze huelen war mer ze riskant.

Entschellegen well ech mech nach bei all deenen Leit déi keng Enwert op hier Email(en) oder SMS(en) kruten, dat huelen ech alles sou séier wéi méiglech no, versprach.

brittle tick alas soon bygone
so draw your breath through me
seek company and out fragrance
shade and sanctuary
snuggle up to finally
plunge addiction into my chest
shelter and cushion
dodge behind my dream
whitewash any flaws and
solder us with limerence
care and breath
so that a we osculates
endearingly into
silken subjection
puff with bated breath
salvaging our momentum
in quickening inertia
and self-fulfilling sloth
huddle up against plunge
a memento into my heart
love and affection
breathe over my lips
in consubstantiation and apogee
trice already agone

Dese Freideg hat definitiv manner Alkohol, war dofir awer net manner lëschteg. Dass ee mat 50% Chance dräi Kugelen hannerteneen alacht kléngt net nemmen komesch, ass et och. :)
Schued, dass ech dem C. oder dem A. net begéint sin, déi hätten mer garantéiert de Kapp ofgeschloen well ech mat dräi Meedecher ennerwee war…

That person must be really annoyed by people who don’t know numbers…

I had no idea we even had such a thing here in Luxembourg… It’s high time Mr Juncker sweeps all rumours about this institution under the carpet before the public asks questions about this shocking matter! ;)

Ho guardato dentro una bugia
E ho capito che è una malattia
Dalla quale non si pu?? guarire… mai
E ho cercato di convincermi che tu non ce l’hai

(…)

E ho guardato dentro un’emozione
E ci ho visto dentro tanto amore
Che ho capito perché non si comanda il cuore
E va bene cosi… senza parole
Senza parole

Vasco Rossi: Senza Parole

translation:

I looked into a candle
And I understood that it’s a disease
Of which one never recovers… ever
And I tried to convince me that you don’t have it

(…)

And I looked into an emotion
And I saw so much love there
That I understood why one can’t command the heart
And it’s alright… without words
Without words

Finally for the first time in an eternity I got nothing to do, so I took a nonserious test. :)

Line of Heart
Your Line of Heart is a curved line. You are creative and sensitive. Sometimes ruled by emotions, sometimes by imagination. Sometimes you let feelings get in the way of clear thinking, and often for the better.

Girdle Of Venus
You have the line called Girdle of Venus. Few people possess your level of passion. Your desires and needs are many and strong. An artistic nature which can be very original when given freely to expression.

Shape of Fingertips
The tips of your fingers are square. You meet life head on and seldom lose. You are sensible and practical and never let emotions distract you from the truth. A place for everything and everything in its place.

Thumb Flexibility
Based on the flexibility level of your thumb you are generous and open to suggestions. Flexible and friendly, original at times but willing to cooperate with the right persons. Open to experimentation and exploration.

Highest Mound
Your highest mound is on the base if your thumb. A people person. Outgoing and going out. Likes to laugh and party. Appreciates good food, good friends, and good drink.

(via)

Där waren der 240 do:

Ech wees net wéivill Gegrills do war, mee et waren jiddefalls 15 Kilo Broud do (dat do ass och nemmen ee vun de Griller).

Keng Ahnung wéivill Drëppen do waren.

Där waren der 6 do:

Fotoen vun de Leit gin et keng, déi sin zenséiert. :)