Végre, végre, valahára láttam a Poets of the Fallt élőben. Aaaaaa… És még annál is jobb volt, mint amire számítottam, pedig elég magasak voltak az elvárásaim. Újabb erősen elfogult, rajongós bejegyzés következik.
After more than a decade of waiting, my time finally came. And I saw Poets of the Fall live! And it’s been even better than what I expected, even though I had pretty high expectations. This is going to be another fangirling post – although, good news is, I’m trying to make the English version more reader friendly. ;P
I’m done with birthdays. I don’t even care how round it might get. I’m also done with gift-wrapping. Saying it as I see the picture of all the stuff I need to wrap up in my mind. I’d act as a drama queen and say how people don’t appreciate all the work I put in their birthdays, but right now it would be so not true. Pretty much everyone appreciated what I did. Great, it was worth then.
Although I used to have a period when I was wearing a LOT of black (according to family, I was wearing only black) I don’t think I’ve ever accepted the world as a black or white place to be. At least for me life’s never been that easy to handle. Too many point of views, too many different shades of grey. There were few issues though which have been pretty close to being just black or white and apparently, even those are a lot more grey than I used to think. Fuck. It feels like I need to totally fine-tune the system. Again.Continue reading →