Hi Ksu!"Ksu" looks and sounds strange in english but sorry?I just can't call you Ksenija...Too formal...Welcome to blogspot,congratulations!But,nevertheless,I can't see your comments as you thought:(So please try again,I can't think of any reason why smth's wrong...See ya,yours sincerely,Jul.
The problem is that sooner or later i have to decide the thing about my future career and this worries me a bit...you know,I've been told 2 different opinions:one says i should listen to my parents cause they have alot of experience and wish me only good,the other: i should consider their opinion of course,but not really do what they tell cause if you end up in a university with some thing you're not interested in you'll be....well,it'll be terrible.I've talked to many of my friends of different ages:school,university,post university...and still the opinions separated in these 2 different ways as i described above.The whole point is that 1) my mom wants me to become an economist(but i don't really look forward to it,i don't know why i have such antipathy for economics) 2) my dad wants me to become a lawyer(i look forward to it alittle bit more,again I'm not really sure why) 3)me...i guess you know it's difficult to do the job you like and earn enough money... So the thing i'm really interested in is Irish history or just Irish studies.I mean,i just read lots of books on Irish history,go to our state library to look for some rare books when I'm more or less free...(happens only on holidays,though) but i thought that becoming a professional in Irish studies could be a financial disaster.When i discussed it with my friends they said it would not if I'll be able to study and then probably work in Ireland...(not all of my friends,though...and it was long ago)but i don't know...my parents say it's better to become a lawyer or an economist and earn enough money to make the whole Irish thing my hobby...I'm not sure...I understand they're just trying to be sensible,but who knows what sensible is...?I really do need your valuable opinion.I hope i wrote everything correctly,i mean it's a long post and I'm not sure i wrote it in logical order...
Sorry for bothering everybody(by 'everybody' i mean Anna and Marghe)
I'm reaching for the sky;)
Why???Why?!Why there're no buttons on this fucking template?!...I've tryed everything I could without much use...oh,I'm angry!!!!
Anybody knows how to handle this,eh?
Today was a tiring day...I came home from school and did smth not so important like er...don't remember,but thats not the point.Then I realized "Oh God!Today's Monday!Dance everybody..." or smth like that.Had to get up,pack my shoes and go dancing....came home:my parents were trying to construct a bed.I guess I don't need to say they were doing it long and slow so had to walk the dog myself.The part of having a dog I sometimes hate.Then realised have to go to school tomorrow too.And tomorrow is my first latin class.I wander how will that be.At least i hope it'll be interesting.But who knows,latin's kind of...dead?Well,at least we'll be more or less educated:)(wry smile).Plus had no time to be on msn today...sorry,Marghe,I guess you might have been there...The borind story's over.Everybody sleep!
Just wanted to say thanks to all that people living in and out of Thailand for reading my crazy messages and even paying attention to them!They sound stupid cause it's not very likely they met our precious laydyboy Adam(Eve on friday nights)...But I hope all this won't be in vain and I'll manage to find someone who was more or less aquainted with him(her).Everything I wanted to say for the moment.I'll write smth bigger the other day cause I have a bit of a problem to write about,but now I'm not in the mood,so maybe tomorrow...or the day after tomorrow...or...well,some day I surely will!
P.S.Thai bloggers!Thanks again!
Yesterday read Petrarca till late at night...our literature teacher(Professor Treloney from Harry Potter)told us we could describe Laura and Petrarca if we just read like 12 sonnets but not at all!So had to read everything...what I can say:quite nice,though a bit too much like Dante!Nearly direct quotes!I wander who lived earlier...but probably they lived like at the same time.
Now gotta read William's sonnets.I don't understand why he seemed so concerned about children and youth?I mean I know why...children are the future and blah blah and youth and beauty usually go together,but still he was a bit paranoid.Don't think I have smth against old William,he's great...just a little bit too worried about staying young.Life's short,time's precios.
Here 2 sonnets I liked more or less.The the first one sounds trivial and the second one is hard to understand,but they're all in all pretty nice:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
....I'm done for today.
I'm sooo happy now that I don't even mind my teacher or dreary weather:I REMEMBERED(I know,I know...sounds unbelievable:)my password!What a miracle!Sometimes i really think i believe in magic:now is that exact moment!
If you think a bit the title "Title...?Why should my memories need a title...?" sounds quite ironic in present surcumstances,but I chose it before I started to forget things...
Something's really going on...I can't even remember my password!Now it looks like the whole thing's ok,but my mental state leaves much to be desired...not that I'm mad or smth,just have to eat more vegetables to help my poor memory out of her crisis.No news today.Well,except for our new Russian teacher:yuck...she's a living clone of prophecy teacher in Harry Potter(I dont remember her name)!Don't think I'm a harry potter fan or smth,but she really looks and acts like her!She's so nicy-nicy in her pink sweater and barbie haircut(more like a nest,but I think 'barbie' suites her style) that I think she's really bitchy underneath...most of such women are.No offence,'barbie' kind!
