It has ended in tears

Nothing seemed right from the very morning. Too much distress, too much doubts, one person too many, the heat pouring from the sky, all the studying, all the thoughts. My nervous system failed eventually and to the sound of Steven Wilson's version of "Guitar Lesson", that must be the saddest song ever,I bursted in tears... How childish... Yet how relieving...

Guitar Lesson

The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight blue school uniform
Lips just a little too full for her face
Distant eyes full of space
In her posture no trace of coquette
No defiance

She fingers the frets looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
Starts as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows still
And her mother feels chill
Shivers and buttons her coat

I gently correct the curve of her back
And open her book in the now-empty flat
At the classical piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she plays
And I draw back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone astray

She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
I turn it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face and it seems to me that
Her face is the face of a cat
And touching the place where her breasts will be
I press my hand flat

She comes into my lap, I turn her around
Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
Her skirt travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so calm
As if listening to the distant sound
Of a burglar alarm

What happened next it's hard to recall
The guitar lesson left no traces at all
Now, from afar, it seems to resemble
A strange composition in oil
Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl

Stop Swimming

This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care
The more you can read in to what isn't there

Maybe it's time to stop swimming
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map

I'll leave now this can't continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know that the lift can be painfully slow
So I'm happy to leave by the window

The Ultimate Genius of John Frusciante

Nuka's Emancipation Proclamation

That all dogs and puppies who shall hereafter be engaged in rebellion against the CATURDAY of the Universe...

"The Lifeless Meaning Of A Holy Flight"

OK, so the story went something like this. Our literature lecturer told us that we will be exempt from the final literature exam if we stage some kind of play at least once in the future. So automatically that had set my wheels in motion and I thought about creating a show based on Monthy Python's Flying Circus - something I've always wanted to do given such an opportunity. So one evening I sat with pencil, scrap of paper and all the Circus episodes creating a draft of what was to become our play. I picked some sketches (mostly from the first season), wrote linking scenes, matched certain characters to people from my group and slowly the play was ready - on the paper. Some time after New Year in between our classes we started to rehearse all the sketches. Nothing went smoothly at the beginning but as the time went by and our deadline was approaching we pulled our socks up and by the end of march we were ready to do the first full stage rehearsals. To cut the long story short on march 30th we staged our play entitled "The Lifeless Meaning Of A Holy Flight" in one of Tychy's high schools. We did two completely "sold out" performances and myself as well as the rest of my friends from my group were extremely happy and proud of ourselves afterwards. Since then we've received yet another invitation to perform our tiny little show and I'm already looking forward to do it all over again.






BEEKEEPING



AN ARGUMENT CLINIC


BRAIN SURGEON


NUDGE NUDGE


STORYTIME


THE MAN WITH THREE BUTTOCKS



DEAD PARROT


THE END


FINAL THANK YOU'S

Our cat's reaction to CATURDAY idea

Our cat Nermal greeted the idea of every day a CATURDAY with goofy grin on his mouth as depicted below :

Every Day Should Be CATURDAY !!!

If you still don't believe cats are the most funny and lovely animals on Earth, just watch this :

Busy, busy, busy...

I've been extremely busy recently with all that studying and tests to pass during the next several days. Of course I've enjoyed some time off with my Loved Ones this past (not so) long weekend. But basically days are filled with smashing amount of knowledge I have to acquire but somehow I get my way through all of it with the sounds of some recently dug out classic rock albums like Bad Company's first and Late Paul Kossoff's solo efforts.

Oh yes, have I mentioned awe-inspiring sun outside my windows. And it was not so long ago when I truly hated that Fat Old Sun and now it brings me so much energy and happiness.

Yes, it's all because of You...