The whole cast was really good but I wanted to write about this little boy, played by Brandon Ratcliff, and he was incredebly cute. And smart, in his own childish cute way. Exactly the kind of son I would like to have.
In this movie he played a really good boy, you know in some movies children are whining annoying little midgets who kick you between your legs when you least expect it. And there was a scene where he looked at the rising sun with his dark raisin eyes. And suddenly I had this fear that he would die because the moment was somehow so perfect and he was so angelic.
And I begun thinking that if he would be my son, I would be so afraid he'd die, everytime the sun would rise.
In real life, the really really good people, the truly amazing ones, always die young. As if Dog or whoever wants to take them with him as quick as possible because the other people who somersault on the clouds are already kinda getting on his nerves.
It's a bit unfair to say that there are no remarkable and amazing old people. Yes there are. Only they have become remarkable and amazing at an older age, that's why Dog didn't take them earlier.
And then they go too. Go to toss aside false teeth and hip prostetics. They go to do somersaults on the clouds.
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I went to the doctors at the beginning of the week and she wrote antibiotics for me.
Not some regular 3-times a day tablets, but really strong antibiotics that I'm supposed to take only once a day. It appears the ear-aches and sore throat and running nose and cough that reminded of an old Cuban guy who had been smoking for 70 years, also caused an inflammation in my heart. Yaddayaddayaddayaddayaddayadda XD
The thing is that the first day I started taking the tablets...I went home and like..fell asleep on the bus. Like, totally, fell asleep. For some reason I was so tired. I kept seeing in my dream that random people on the bus talked to me. Each time I woke up and found myself in the usual silence that fills the buses in Estonia & I was worried if I had spoke out loud or something.
And then I went home, wiping drool from the corners of my mouth, and straight to bed, slept 5 hours and then went to sleep again. Woke up the next day and looked like a zombie. Plus extremely sleepy. Again!
It's horrible what they do to my body.
I feel worse now then I did before, but I hope that after the 1 week treatment I will get well and
feel great again for the first time in the past month.
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I went to see Klaxons the other day. The concert was really great. It took place in a club.
(I dunno why the drummer isn't on the pic. But there is one in the band. My friend really likes him, says he's got some real' talent.)
I stood right in the middle, on a higher platform and I was like...5 meters from the band. They constantly kept looking straight into my eyes and it was actually quite embarrassing. Me and P danced like crazy and eventhough I don't listen to music like that, I tried to really feel it, live it and give my best, because of my friend and because of the band.
We also danced at the beginning, when the warm-up band, Popidiot, was on the stage, when everybody else were just standing. And it seems it was worth it because later, when the concert was over, me and P were making our way out of the crowd and voil�a the Popidiot singer went past us and P shouted: GREAT CONCERT
...and I turned and looked straight into the singers eyes and I saw this "AAAaaaa...." kinda look, he obviously recognised us. And he stopped us and asked if we wanted free CD's.
He run backstage and back quicker than rum hits the floor when I handle the cocktails.
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/Briccy777/pop.jpg (Singer's the guy in the middle)
At the same time 2 little strawberry blonde girls asked me if I knew the singer because they would like to have cd's too. So I said, sure sure, just come with us. XD
And they both held my hand all the way to the stage, which was so cute.
When the guy came to us with a bunch of cds he asked if we had any friends and I showed him the little blondies & they were so happy! :)
Lovely lovely.
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A couple of weeks ago I lost my credit card, although I'm not the kind of a person who loses things, it happens very rarely to me. Being without money was horrible. I don't usually deal with cash, I'm a 100% card person. And now I had to count fkn coins.
The "fun" part was when I called my dad at the end of the first week to ask if he had went to get the new card. And it appeared he didn't had time for it. Okay, great. I waited a couple of more days and then called him again, as he was the only person who could sign the documents in the bank etc, and asked him again. He still hadn't had time to go pick it up. So I told him that I had been starving for the past week. My dad was like: oh..okay...eee.....i'll bring you some money then..or something...
I decided to add a touch of sarcasm and said: No, don't worry, I can keep drinking water.
And can you imagine what my dad said?
"Oh! Okay...great....good...that's a good idea...Yes...So we'll keep in touch. Bye."
I was like: ...
Well...welcome to my world. My loving parents.
Now I finally have the card. I went to the local supermarket and bought peppermint gum. The saleswoman probably thought she had never seen a happier customer. My smile was wider than the Nile during flood.
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Uni is very difficult and the lectures are boring.
I have many different lectures. For instance Management. When I went there last week I learned how to play advanced level Minesweeper. Yes, it's that boring.
I don't understand how these old men, these teachers, don't understand how stupid all this is. They don't give any papers, they don't write anything down or make anything clear. They just stand and mumble infront of the class.
I would LIKE to remember what they say, but it is impossible to write it down and when I later think about what they talked about - I don't know even ONE single thing. Because everything is connected and when you didn't get one sentence, you didn't get any of them.
Don't they WANT us to understand and remember? God damn give out some papers, let us fill in gaps! We would actually have to use our brains.
...and then it will be the exam day. And everyone will fail. And half of us go home and cut our veins.
I'm looking at the teachers and thinking: You are half a century older than me and you are STILL not smart enough to make us understand your subject. You stand there and whine, but you don't actually DO anything to make me understand. And I really want to. But you just stand there, lazy comfortable old man. And expect us all to be motivated and stuff.
My favourite sentence one teacher uses is: You haven't read that book? You don't know anything about this statement? WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS PROFESSION THEN?
Well ...umm....I chose it to LEARN ABOUT IT YOU FKN MORON!
But the truth is that we all sit silent and let him feel glorious and really witty. I'm sure he feels extremely smart. Well kiss my ass, he's wife's probably nagging at him every night.
And now, a little something me and P found during one of the super interesting Law lectures:
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