It is time ^^

Hihihi, I'm soooo excitated about everything. I am soooo happy!!! :D ^^
Today, in some hours, 45 minutes actually I'm going to Venezuela! It is finally time, after a year of waiting! :D :P ( But Venezuela is not the only thing that makes me this happy, returning home won't be as bad :P )

By the way I though I contrubute with some of my poetry. Don't fell sorry if You don't like it. Stay well folks, but I'm afraid I won't miss you as much as you diserve. See you soon again.

LOTS LOTS LOTS OF LOVE

ISUNIA ^^

PS. I will try to get myself some sleep. DS.

The Dragonfly

Silence - An echo from the Mediterranean Sea,
Sighing in a shell
Rushing all trough me

Emptiness - A jet-black sky
Freezes in to nowhere
While golden orbs fall and die


The time was erased
I was rescued from that dimension and
Your light traced me out of the maze

So close, I could almost feel your soul inside
Share your thoughts and flush of blood
Knowing it was just a dragonfly

Locked up in silence and emptiness
Two isolated couple of eyes
Blue and brown, mixed up in speechlessness


Heaven and Earth
too complex to be opposite
Too opposite for reunions birth

It burnt, your hands exploring my skin
Fire flaming poaching my preserves
And contours was closing in

You lifted me on your white wings
Brought me to the flowering meadows
The sandbox and the swings

Oh Dragonfly, your fate is an unfair case
Time merciless slaps in the face

If I can only have You while I dream
I wouldn’t like to ever wake up
Heaven-eyed, you are my sunshine beam


Silence - A dragonfly crashing into the creek
Disappearing into nothingness
Your breath that I seek

Emptiness - A vast landscape in the in the west
Watching your picture
Realising that I never by your side
will rest

I won't have to water the lawn after all

I find it rather funny how fast the weather can change. Yesterday, I left my house with thoughts of bright sunshine and extreme heat, just to continue the pattern we have had for several weeks now (I must though admit that I hoped for a colder weather). Quite instantly however, I realised that the extreme heat was not there. Still keeping me company was however the bright sun and clear sky. Oh yes, the sky was clear. Only single clouds could be seen scattered sparsely, though when looking in over the mainland (I live on a peninsula), there was as expected a clear line of greyish clouds as always (poor inland habitants). Nothing too harmful since these clouds very seldom makes the short travel out to the shoreline.

Stepping in to the car to drive into the great shopping center of Kungsbacka (Kungsmässan), I therefore had no expectations of what was to come. More summer, more heat, and more physical suffering was all I expected from the weather. After driving the nine kilometers in to Kungsbacka, I found myself in an unexpected situation - I could see clouds over my head. What? COULDS? HERE?

Feeling both surprised and relieved(since I barely felt I could survive more hot days), I stepped into Kungsmässan to make a quick tour between some of the stores. This was quite quickly done, and it was not long before I stepped out from the shopping center to continue my trip to Isabella's party. But wait, I missed something. Small drops of water hitting my skin. Where did they come from? A short glance upwards gave me the answer - no sun, clouds and water. Great, at last we will get our lawn and flowers watered by mother nature herself. Or? Nooo! This rain was not good at all. We were supposed to grill at the party, to do that you need fire, and fire does not like rain too much. This rain could destroy that little piece of fun. Dammit!

I kept walking to Kungsbacka station with the hope that the rain would drift away from here leaving perfect conditions for barbeque. Sitting at the station reading, and later at the train, this hope was still in my mind. But then... Exiting the train, the rain was no longer drizzling, it really rained. Damn, I was to arrive as a stinking wet dog - not too funny, but whatever. Hopefully I wasn't the only one beeing stupid enough to not even thing about bringing clothes suitable for rain or umbrella. Luckily the result of my rainy walk was not vary disastrous (at least I think so, but prehaps it's only me being accustomed to the smell of me being wet).

Grilling however, was really successful. Everything from Isabellas homemade beefs to marinated pork filet and mashmallows got the chance to sweat in the extreme heat caused by one of the most useful and harmful "elements" at earth; fire. More than so I can not tell about the wonderful party (well, I can but I find no meaning in doing so since I do not feel that I can do it in a too good way) , but it was great - thank you Isabella :). I must also give some creds to Daniel who showed his skills around midnight by juggling with burning torches.

Today, at five, I found an even more extreme situation. The sun was again here, and I tried to improve my handstands in our garden (well, improve in this case means trying to stand for more than five seconds). Then, the same odd feeling, raindrops hitting my body, but still, the sun shone through a little hole between some clounds. I went inside, and then... RAIN AS HELL! I mean, it was a real flood. Enourmous amounts of water just coming from the sky... Wee :)

Well, as always, this text is not a try to write understandable english. Just a plain writedown of some thing that is in my mind. Enjoy the rain my friends :) Peace...

Not only agony...

Well, I know I only a few minutes ago wrote about how I hate feeling bored - which I do. But I obvioulsy forgot to tell about the better things I have learnt during these days of, well, noting. I must admit that even though I feel bored, I also feel happier as a person. I think that I finally have got rid of my most disturbing habit. Finally! I've also made advances in my "summer tasks" (reading, playing guitar and improving litheness and springiness), which is kind of fun.

Tomorrow, I'm going to do something with my youngest brother and sister during most of the day. Thereafter, I'll probably just sit down somewhere and think about what I want to get out from my summer. The answer is quite clear already, but a bit of philosophy almost always turns thing into the better.

So what do I want to get out from this summer? Well, since I've already missed my chance to earn money, that little scenario is already way distant. However, appart from my three summer tasks, there are a few things I want to do. First and most imporatant: Have fun! Fun, fun, fun... Think of the word. A single word describing so many moments of joy, so many moments of happiness. Happiness is probably the most important feeling a human beeing can have (apart from love), and thus something everyone should feel every day. Therefor, I'll really do my best to find myself enjoying every single moment of this summer. There are only one problem, I do not have too many fun things to do... Not too many...

Problems to every solution. But not solutions to every problem... I guess that is the reality I am destined to live in. I'll try to do my best... Have fun! Enjoy summer... Peace...

Bored...

Well, this is just what you expect. A writedown of my f*cking boring summerdays... Not that I expect you to be exited to read it, but anyways...

Looking back at my week, pretty much the same way as John did, I can not raster anything that I find specifically interesting. I did of course finish the fourth of Dan Brown's books, and have now begun reading the russian masterpiece "the Idiot" by Fjodor Dostojevskij (a name that mysteriously is spelled Fyodor Dostoevsky in the english language... wierd... ). I did of course play some gold, and waterski. But what else? Well, waking up too early feeling alone. Eating a f*ckin' breakfast with the family. Get out to some lonley island with the boat. Lie in the sun doing nothing, jumping around on rocks and swimming in the water. Yeah... I GET BORED IN LIKE 1 HOUR... And we're out there 'til dinner! Damn!

So, what should I do. Play golf all by myself every day and watch the time vanish? Find some strange interest of mine and give it all my time? Hmm, no... But what about spending hours in a hot bus and have fun with some friends? Awesome I would say. The funny thing is however that I kind of feel that I have to be with my father since I do not meet him too much during the rest of the summer of especially during schooltime. This should however not be something that should make me feel bored about my summer... I think I'd feel much better if I did something I truly enjoyed. Something fun!

Gaah, I do not know what to write now. Feels like this whole post became what it should - a total disaster. Unreadable shit... But I wrote kind of what I wanted to get of my mind, which feels kind of good. And by the way, today has been a sweet day, even though its boringness...

Sweet-growing-up-baby-brother

Ah, what a wonderful morning. It is so pleasant to wake up without feeling that one has slept too short. A pity though, the clock was 11.30 and the sun, which I planned to sun bath in, had already moved from the balcony to the lawn. ( This is what is called a true Industrial country problem ) Sleeping to 11.30 would never be possible if my mother or brother were at home. Yes! Ten points for you who guessed. They have left! ( Two weeks ago but that's a trifle :P ) They are in Poland and will not return until 20th of July. ( Two days later I’m leaving for the main subject of my thoughts, Venezuela. ) It is just me and my farther, and dad works a lot, so it is just me. It’s marvellous but hopelessly boring. :S

Even if my sweet-growing-up-baby-brother tends to be horribly annoying rather often nowadays, it’s very "empty" when he is gone. Jakob loves to tease and irritate me, which drives me mad. ( I guess it makes it all even more fun. ) But also he loves to sit down at my bed and listen while I talk about my life. Friends, problems, school, funny incidents…and when it comes to the love stories, he always rolls up his eyes to the heaven, trying to pretend that this is the least important part, though I know he finds it "interesting".

It is not fun to admit that I miss his company, but he’s my brother, my only brother. And I really hope he misses his chatty sister a bit too. This was not an attempt to get sentimental, even if I got.( By the way I have to chat with Jasiowa on the phone for at least 1 hour a day to get rid of some of my chattiness. ^ ^) Hey! Don’t worry. I will soon ( soon? at ones! )accustom to this silence and finally-living-on-my-own period of the vacations. And I will appreciate it as ( hell is the wrong word lets choose the opposite) as heaven. Keep the steam up, it is only 14 days left to Venezuela! 14 days, I remember when it was 14 days left to the summer vacations. Unbelievable. Stay well! //The only serious Sirius Black lover.

A dawn of loneliness

My ability to wake up at 8 o' clock without feeling tired at all may be very useful in some cases. When there is nothing but sitting alone in dawn just reading(or writing) however, life feels not that good.

I am not the only one troubled by this. My brother has been given the wonderful task of recieving my waking attempts. They are however quite useless since that guy cannot wake up before twelve even if the house were on fire. This little realisation from my side has made me quit attempting to get company in the morning. By the way, sitting and reading with a cup of tea is a quite good start of the day.

As if this irritating solitude in the morning were not enough, it is not the only I can feel. The other one however has existed far more than the three weeks of summer vacation. Sad but true, life is not always what you want it to be. But as Isabella said; "After a rainy day there will always be a sunny one."(though the expression "rainy day" in this case should be in pluralis) Peace...

Sun and Rain and Sun

As usual, I left my bed around 10 am, after sleeping in 11 hours :) The weather was as expected nice. Sun and a clear blue sky. After eating breakfast I walked around a bit to enjoy the weather. When my brother woke up, some hours later, the rest of the family had their breakfast. Wondering what to do, I ended up in beside my brother in front of the computer. Since I had walked and biked a lot yesterday I was quite tired, so I kind of had to chill for a while.

After winning some cars and mods (in the game), I looked through the window to check the weather. Surprised, I saw that it was raining outside. Quite happy to not loose suntime by sitting inside, I kept playing the computer and reading for a while - just to see that it only 20 minutes later was sunny and cloud free outside. Cool!

So, since the weather was fine and I had got my rest, I figured it was about time to take a bath in the sea. Bike down to the marina together with the other family members, and a little trip out to Kalvö. Sun, nice water and burning jellyfish. Nothing could be better. Some hours later we were back at home to enjoy a great seafood dinner. Crayfish, clams and shrimps plus some aioli - one of the nicest dinners this summer. Especially after eating fresh strawberries with sugar and cream afterwards...

This day has been great, almost as good as yesterday - a true summer day! Peace...

After a sunny day there will always come a rainy one.

Headache, headache, headache! God, I was feeling like if I had the worst hangover in my whole life. Impossible! A hangover (?) though I hadn’t touched anything containing any amount of alcohol! Besides, a terrible night. I woke up every 30 minutes, when sleep was what I needed the most. I don’t know, maybe I was nervous to go to work ( but why should I? ) or just worried about something ( but what!?) Anyway, working at Saturday was a living hell. I don’t know why actually. After work Jasiowa even took me to Kviberg, but I just sulked and nagged all the time. The worst was that I knew I that I was tiresome and didn’t make any attempt to "behave" better.

When I came home I laid myself down on the lawn, in the sun, with a book. After a while I begun to shiver and then I understood. A creepy infection was attacking my body from the inside. All right, now the origin of my headache were traced. I went to bed, early, because I had to go to work the next morning.

Again, I woke up at 5.00 AM at Sunday, two hours before I had to wake up to prepare myself to work. I suffered from a stomach-ache that was hardly bearable. As a little kid, I just cried for my Daddy, who made me some mint tea, which he served me with a straw. That was really cute.

I never went to work. I didn’t even go to church which never happens otherwise. I was "sick".

This weekend, well at least Saturday and Sunday, was unpleasant from every perspective. I was sad, ill and in my worst mood. What irritated me the most was the fact of the happiness I felt during Friday. I was completely content with everything, even with my flat tyre!! ( Feeling truly sad for me, Daddy fixed the tyre for me. )

It kind of made me realise that everything can change in a blink of the eye. One day you are alive, the other day everything is over. Life brings many surprises, enjoyable and less enjoyable. One has too accept them all. Because there is no such thing as a problem-free-life-guarantee. Sometimes life can be unbearable and hopeless, another time just wonderful. Either one wants to admit or not life is a mixture between sadness and happiness. It’s what one would call, reality. Apparently, the expression; after a rainy day there always be a sunny one, works in both directions. Perhaps it something to be grateful for.

LOTS OF LOVE // The lost writer

Early and late

Since I hate lying in the bed more than one minute after my first flash of consciousness in the morning, I decided to use my abundance time to something useful. Therefore I went up and eat breakfast all alone (well my sister came and said good morning, but that does not count). I then jumped onto my bicycle to first go to my mum to get my gold bag, and then cycle to the golf club. Beeing there I made some boring exercises before I, some hours later, called my brother to ask him if he wanted to join me. He said yes, but since he still was asleep he told me to wait for two additional hours. More practise, and some slacking in the sun. Finally, believe it or not, he arrived barely five minutes too late. We began our little tour with some perfect (well, I mean not "sucking") strokes. Carrying on, we started to be more and more aware of the sun. More and more heat. Not even three litres of water was enough to keep me from a terrible headache (prehaps 7 hours of walking (and waiting for slowmotion oldies) in the sun requires even more water).

Finally, we found ourselves on the final hole. Some worthless strokes later and we were finished. Yay! So I took, my bike and began the strenuous trip back home. After leaving my golf bag, I continued biking down to the sea to surround myself with fresh cold water (though the water was NIETHER fresh nor cold). The temperature of the water was, luckily, low enough to relieve me from my headache - for that I am grateful.

Now, after playing some XBOX(no, I do not like XBOX, but the guy we eat dinner with did) and eating a nice dinner in the sunlight, followed by a exellent(and huge) dessert, I am sitting here to say goodnight to all readers and writers here. I wish I'll be able to see you soon. Sweet dreams....

Reluctant sightseeing

I am now going to tell you about the wonderful friday of July 2nd.

A silent morning. A less nice day (can not give you the details though). A nice trip with Västtrafik to Ytterby... then...

Arriving at the trainstation of Ytterby, I was already starting to feel a bit uneasy. It had nothing to do with the trip, nor being in Ytterby or what was going to happen later the same day. The only thing in my mind giving me that unpleasant feeling was my f**kin' phone. Before I left home, I checked the battery meter of the phone, which showed me that more than half of the maximum capacity still was there. One and a half hour later, at Centralstationen, the battery suddenly was empty - and the phone was HOT AS HELL. Hmm, I thought. Can this heat be caused by an exessive amount of radiation? Can this heat be a synonyme to cancer and ionization of MY CELLS? Since I didn't know, I decided to think in the best way poissible - which was hoping that the battery would last for a call to Emelie so that I could get a description of the route to her house from the train station. The evil having captured my phone was however not willing to let me do this.

What I did in Ytterby, after realizing that my phone did not want to be used, was desperatly strolling around looking for a charger that I could borrow. Well, as expected, not a single person could help me... Being in a more and more bad mood, after an hour of desperatly trying to find help, I went back to the train station to go back home and call to say that I couldn't come...

Standing at the train station a few minutes later, I found myself feeling more relieved than ever. Like a miracle Daniel came rolling towards me on a bike. I felt like beeing the luckiest guy in earth at that moment. The two-hour trip hadn't been meaningless - and I was going to be able to meet my friends :D WEE! Minutes later, John came with the bus and we began walking to Emelies place to enjoy a nice psychological thriller and a wierd comedy, followed by an essential dose of Lost... :)

That's about it... A nice evening and night, ending up with a few hours sleep in a sofa. :D

Cya soon... Peace!

Comletly Content

Noon,02:45 PM

Ultimately I’m pleased. Full up, clean and healthy suffering from too-tired-to-notice-less-enjoyable-incidents. In other words, this was my day. In the morning, while having another lonesome breakfast, I took a very impulsive decision. "I want to go to Frölunda torg", by bicycle because I have never done that before. Around 11.20, with a bottle of water in my rucksack and pair of sunglasses on my nose, I mounted my bike and set of for my aim. Believe it or not, I made it! I got there in less that 40 minutes and apart from if you, dear reader, consider it as a long time for such a short journey I was truly proud of myself.

Wandering around in the shopping centre, with running and bloodshot eyes (the result of me being careless about taking my allergy medicine) looking as tramp or maybe even as a person addicted to drugs, didn’t satisfy me for too long. I decided to leave.

After a while I understood, that this impulsive idea of taking the bike to Frölunda, was not well planned at all..I didn’t think of bringing a sandwich or at least a fruit with me. On my way back home I was starving. Strangely enough the hunger and the fact that I had a puncture and had to wheel the bike before reaching my mansion didn’t affect me at all. Though I was starving and irritated, I was content.

At last I had my lonesome dinner in front of the TV, watching my favourite series "Muñeca Brava". It’s an Argentine series (which probably tells you everything you need to know about the plot) televised on a Polish channel. It’s hmm, laughable. While the actors live their parts with a "te quiero" and "te amo" to and fro a Polish, male voice, translates their declarations of love without exaggerated insight. Pretty funny actually. But I prefer when there are subtitles as in Sweden. If it was like that in Poland, the Polish people would be best at Spanish, though Spanish series are what dominates the telecasts.

Night, 01:00 AM

Still I’m very content with this day. I have just returned home from Yttterby. This evening or should I say night I socialized with my dear friends and watched most of the movie "Saw". But now I’m tired, too tired. I have to go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow, today! Ohhh…

Take care good folks! 21 days left to Venezuela. Three weeks!! Time is ticking away. // Isunia :P