Viva La Vida Loca!

What a great Easter holiday!

I love it to stay with my family! I met my mum, stepfather, dad, stepmom, siblings and some other members from my family. Apart from that I met my beloved little girl Paula again. Paula is the dog from my grandma and I think I am an attachment figure for Paula at least I feel so. Paula runs into my arms and when she sits on my lap, she embraces me by laying her pad on my shoulder. Paula is so cute and I love her.



Apart from that me and my mum listened together to Rancid while driving to the father of my stepfather. I was kinda suprised. I knew, that she likes the song "Time Bomb". It is a great song! But I didn't expect, that she agrees with me, that Rancid has a great sound! I mean the guitar riffs sound so different from song to song. Moreover the songs sound kinda energetic and positive, although Tim Armstrong has this really striking voice. I advise you to listen to the great album "And Out Come The Wolves". For example the songs "Old Friend" and "Ruby Soho" are really cool.



Talking of music: my parents made me great and unexpected gifts. I got the book "anarchy evolution. faith science and bad religion in a world without god" by Greg Graffin. Even the beginning is very catchy! I will summarize it for you soon. Next to that my parents gave me HiFi headphones with an integrated radio and a chip, so I can listen music everywhere, I want to. Thanks!



Funniest thing this weekend: when I was with my dad and his family we played "Slender" - to my mind a creepy horror game. You should try it but not alone! When you look for "Slender" on google you will find a download link for this freegame. Aim of the game is to find 8 pages without meeting the unfriendly slenderman in the dark forest.

I hope you had a joyful time at home like me. I wish you a nice week!

It's neither the first nor the last time.
I should see what happens, there is this foreboding sign.
It's always the same; I'm experienced, you know.
It's always the same goddamn freakshow:

I'm the lost main character
Straying in a dark chapter.
I need to find releasing light;
Yet I am an ailing guide.

See, I am my own hero.
I can't keep being a zero.
When I'm willing to survive,
It is assumed, I have to strive.

So I jump from page to page,
Try to leave my muggy cage.
Never know, what happens next.
I am guided by your text.

It's the same book.
It's the same writer.
It's the same victim.
And the same fighter.

Always new and never old
Is the story, that's been told.

Es ist 'ne Weile her
Da fiel's mir ziemlich schwer,
Meine Sorgen mit jemandem zu teilen.

Ich weiß nicht, wie es kam,
Dass ich dich als Freund wahrnahm,
Doch meine Seele begann zu heilen.

All die Narben auf meinem Herzen
Verursachten jahrelang nur Schmerzen -
Doch dann wurde ich immun

Die Schmerzen schmerzten weiter;
Aus den Wunden quoll der Eiter
Und niemand konnte etwas tun.

Es ging schon auf das Ende zu -
Doch dann, ja dann kamst du.
Und du brachtest mir das Licht.

Ohne Antwort auf meine Fragen
Will ich dir jetzt eines sagen:
Und zwar, dass ich dir dankbar bin.

Nach endlos scheinenden Jahren voller Qual und Pein,
Scheint nun ein neuer Lichtstrahl in mein Herz hinein
Und gibt meinem Leben einen Sinn.

Also Dankeschön.
Ich sage Dankeschön.
Jedesmal, wenn wir uns wiedersehen,
Heißt es einfach nur Dankeschön.

(März 2011)

Die Sonne geht unter in einer farblichen Vielfalt
Blau, lila, rot und weiß und - keine Ahnung, was noch
Nur mich, mich lässt das gerade ziemlich kalt
Denn ich falle in ein schwarzes Loch

Mein Tag war heute ziemlich mies
Es lief scheiße und trotzdem hatte ich auch Glück
Meine Wohnung, die ich Hals über Kopf verlies,
Blieb nur noch als Saustall zurück

Am Bahnhof traf ich auf ein paar Irokesen
Sie fragten mich nach Geld
Ralle meinte zu seinem Freund, da wär' ein Nazi gewesen
Man kann sich denken, was jetzt folgt

Momentan sitze ich im Zug in Richtung Heimat
Da war ich schon seit drei Monaten nicht mehr
Das Problem ist, dass er Verspätung hat
Das gefällt hier keinem so sehr

Diesen Tag nenn' ich mal schiefgelaufen
Nicht besser als 'nen Hundehaufen
Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof
Kein Zuckerschlecken und
An diesen Tagen -
Schlichtweg doof!

All the tears are cried.
Never felt so tied.
My hope was going away.
So this was a hopeless day.

Where the hell is the truth?
I've never trust in you!
Now I'm searching for my faith.
So these are my faithful days.
My solitary faithful days.

Good-bye! Get you gone!
Everything, everything was wrong!
You can't fool me anymore!
A new begin is, what I adore!

Hopefully we won't meet again.
My new way of life you can't ban!
All the time this fucking fray.
So this is our last common day.
Because I'm going away.

The time of opression is over.
I'm gonna live my own life.
Now everything seems so sober.
And the sunshine is bright.

Good-bye! Get you gone!
Everything, everything was wrong!
You can't fool me anymore!
A new begin is, what I adore!

You'll never tell me, who I am!
You'll never tell me, what I do!
'Cause we won't meet ever again!
No, we won't meet again!
And don't dare to do!
That's my last will to you.

Good-bye! Get you gone!
Everything, everything was wrong!
You can't fool me anymore!
A new begin is, what I adore!

That is for sure.

Hey guys,

I tried so often in the past couple of weeks to write a new blog entry but I totally failed because I was late at home or pretty busy with working or meeting some friends. I just want to share with you some of my secrets.

1. At the moment I try to establish the "theory of the strange feeling". Pretty weird, akward and freaky ... so yeah, it's pretty me! ;D

2. At the moment I am leading an editorial department at a radio station.. at first it was a pretty hard thing to me but my self-confidence grew, so that I can handle it.

3. One of my beloved and totally honored musicians is Bela B from the German punkband "Die Ärzte". He is pretty into goth asthetics , comics and movies. Maybe I have already mentioned, that Bela and Farin gave me a first self-confidence push by teaching me humor, sarcasm and irony with their lyrics. Die Ärzte are the main reason, why I decided to become a journalist.

4. When I went to school I had the elective subject "culture and arts". Our biggest thing was singing "memories" from the musical "Cats" in front of the school and the cultural club. Our teacher wanted us to wear chic clothes. I came in black pants with veils and a noble top. This clothes were unique and pretty expensive (yeah, my mum and me were desperated). Before our little performance started my teacher said: "Wow. You look like the angel of death!". Actually it was sooo embarrassing for me because some guys appeared in jeans and pretty casual. I felt so overdressed.

5. When I was a pretty young kid I broke out my anterior teeth by crashing with my head to a rocky bottom. I remember that blood came out my mouth and that I ran to my aunt. Together we went to a basin. That's all I can remember.

6. As young kid I played in a soccer team with my friend and another girl. We played in a boys team. The coaches of our opponent teams didn't allow me to play because I was a bit taller than their guys. For that reason I left my soccer team.

7. The figure Rory Gilmore of "Gilmore Girls" was one of my heroes years ago. I wanted to be like her, so I started to read books like "The Art of War".

8. I would really like to speak different languages. At school I started learning English and Russian. When I came to university I continued my Russian class and next to that I started with Finnish. But I just wasted time and money because my teacher was not motivated enough. Apart from that I tried to learn Spanish as an autodidact. Of course I failed! But what would a Spanish man say: No acepto presiones.



The All-American Rejects -- Dirty Little Secret - MyVideo

Let me tell you the story
Of Zombie's biggest worry
That will make you feel sorry
'Cause we destroyed all his glory

The reason is easy:
People got cheasy
By watching dumb TV
And getting more sleazy

Zombie walks through town
He is just on his own
Keeping head sadly down
Sorrow makes him frown

Modern people look like him
The living death boxed in skin
So rough and grey, hair so thin
Workflow made their shape so slim

What is alive seems so dead
Broken heart and humming head
And what Zombie knows and dread
Story will turn out so bad

Zombie is still on his way
Leaving behind his toughest day
Couldn't make a woman bray
And he watched a bloody fray

Zombie likes to be the fright
But people do not fear his sight
Zombie wants to start a fight
But youngsters do that every night

Poor little undead thing
His life dangles on a string
New age makes him struggling
Zombie's nature's tarrying

Zombie leaves into the dark
Sadly all dogs start to bark
When zombie steps into the park
To go back to his graveyard

D'you know 'bout Maquiladoras?
These factories are in Honduras,
Where the women sing sad songs
Threatened by men with guns?

No one asks, no one knows
About any people of those.
You should know: in this small world
Human rights ain't more than dirt.

Freaky business is all I see!
But that's how capitalism is used to be!

From our side comes no regret.
For beauty we accept the death.
Young girl's tears run down your hat,
That once a knitting woman shed.
She suffered pain in hands and head;
No one cried, when she dropped dead.

A Silesian weaver of our time.
Poor victim of a pervert crime.
Her head was humming bad enough
But chief treated her so rough.

The bloody truth behind a brand
Is absorbed in lethal sand.
It's our stuff for best disguise
And at the same their cruel demise.