In the waiting line

In the waiting line:

. for servicing my laptop
. for the job
. for the fight of copyright violations,
e-intellectual property abuse that I am exposed.

Love to sleep

After whole week of running, running from spot A to spot B, working like mad, do not count anymore my work -time, going for an interviews (more to come next week, cheers! any good news will be good, i do hope), after the long nap I needed (I never sleep in the afternoon hours but this was exception), I rest my eyes on wonderful photos and then video was to come, thanks to Alex. Finally, read an article, via BBC, on a man who stayed awake for 11 days, wanted to break the Guinness World Record of 264 hours set by Randy Gardner in 1964. The name of the guy is Tony Wright, 42, from Penzance. He said 'he fought off tiredness by drinking tea, playing pool and keeping a diary'.
Like this one, right zen philosophy, he said: drinking tea ( I do), playing pool (another game), keeping diary (oh yes!). I wouldn't mind a peace of Tiramisu: ) And always when I wake up I'm between the dream and the reality.
Bloggers are not recommended to practice this, as Guinness killed the category due to possible health dangers.

Comme Des Garçons and PLAY!

Japanese fashion brand Comme Des Garçons (Like Boys) by designer Rei Kawabuko is introducing a new unisex fragrance called Play.
A new fragrance inspired by the brand's recently introduced Play clothing line.
Via slamxhype- The concept of the Comme des Garcons PLAY line is design by not designing. It is a collection of basic items based on original forms or prototypes. PLAY items are characterised by the iconic red heart logo designed by Filip Pagowski, a New York-based artist from Poland.
Notes include bitter orange, lime, black pepper, saffron, thyme, marine notes, patchouli, musk, and oakmoss.

History, via:
Tokyo-based fashion design house of Rei Kawakubo. "I have never really been into fragrances," said Kawakubo in 1999 (Women's Wear Daily, 9/20/2003), and perhaps that attitude explains the brand's strikingly unconventional range of scents.

Their first perfume, Comme des Garcons Eau de Parfum, launched in 1994. Other fragrances include White (1996), Odeur 53 (1998), Comme des Garcons 2 (1999), Odeur 71 (2000), Comme des Garcons 3 (2002), Comme des Garcons 2 Man (2004). The license for these fragrances is held by Puig Beauty.

In addition to the above, there is a series of series, or themed sets, of fragrances, including Series 1: Leaves, Series 2: Red (Harisssa, Sequoia, Palisander, Carnation and Rose), Series 3: Incense (Avignon, Jaisalmer, Kyoto, Ouarzazate & Zagorsk), Series 4: Cologne, Series 5: Sherbet, Series 6: Synthetic and Series 7: Sweet.

Recent releases include series 8: Guerilla 1 and Guerilla 2 (2006), Comme des Garcons Play (2007).

casting pearls...

again, today, at work, in hurry -after the colleague told the other colleague how she was watching live yesterday of 'breaking the precious glasses' for me, today i was casting the pearls...real one.
my pearl bracelet, only one I had, was torn in a motiona, and the outcome you know...
i didn't go after to pick, i am bittered.

walking on broken glasses

i just broke my nice, thin, no frame, computer protected glasses at work...phones, duties, hurry, 'i want it now and do this and that' orders etc.etc.
seems i have lot of damages those days and weeks, and signs that i notice but cannot change.
we are just little humans dying every night and having rebirth each dawn.
i shouldn't blog at work, especially on my lunch break. after this i cannot eat, i lost my appetite.

my new discovery of pc telephony

I used Skype and Yahoo messenger. Before. And always had delays. Most of the time.
Now I discovered with my French friend Google Talk. Many people use Google talk - chat is for chatting, but last night I had a chance to hear perfect sound, not only of my companion's, but the cars and mopeds on the streets - all sounds from the balcony, which was great, as from now I will use Google talk instead of Skype. This sounds like ad for Google talk, but it was really cool and I could speak back my French clearly.

those dancing days are gone...

I turned back again to the place I was last night. Where I've lost my right silver earring. Noone could find it, as it disappeared. maybe it's somewhere in the city, some corner, or tiny place.
Nouvelle Vague was playing the Killing Moon. Nice cover...

New brand and design for Olive oil

I use it everyday in my kitchen, though Italian good one. This new product, for food and body care, is presented as artisanal olive oils in the Bombay Hills near Auckland.
"The oils come in two pure forms and two infusions, garlic and lemon, while the packaging, by pHd3, makes a fitting addition to the contemporary kitchen." More information on new brand and lovely design at official web site.

falling from grace, bad karma or something else?

I read this somewhere before I started to write this post:
"Feelings are like glass-mirrors. If they break they could carve our soul"

I guess bad karma is running after me, as i bashed over my past in previous post. what could happen to a normal, simple ( i have to make up that I'm simple because recently i have some accusations on my au contraire 'part')girl, in rainy, cats&dogs, day? well, i was so enthusiastic about going to current exhibition to rest my eyes on art, then i hurried trying to arrive before gallery close time. It was raining as I said, very slippy, sliding and slimy when the streets are full of trashed card boards in the downtown, with my secure footwear i managed somehow with umbrella and camera in my hand to fall down on the ground ( I am not an angel, yet), and thanks to whomever, i didn't had any fracture or open wounds - i landed as a cat on both palms. but the adventure is not over.
my camera was crashed and i started to pick up the peaces from the ground, covers for the battery etc. hopefully, friend helped me to back together my camera and i continued to an empty gallery throuwing myself into the moments of, just known to me, inner escapism. art-works that i really enjoyed in. humbly, i moved and we decided to go to the one bar, than to the next. in the meantime, we had chit-chat, life issues, etc, i realised that my camera is not working at all, so we stopped to re-boot it. i managed to save some photos. it was still raining and my knees was scratched and still in bruises. i was angry at the city, at the city (dirty) management, my long step, the hurry i was, holding two things at the same time and we relaxed in Cuba Soul bar. with great music. and lovely Jasmin tea. staying there for 2, 3 hours i didn't realise that i lost my big round silver earring, the right one, but later when i got home, friend told me that she noticed only one earring (but didn't tell me). after talk, talk and talk, and talk on travels, CC, plans what might be done, or not, possibilities and only women knows wisdom to drop on the corner table, i came to few conclusions.
we went out, i went home, still raining, and i noticed that above all that happened to me (falling, camera, knees), i lost my earring. right here, in this place.

The right one. the precious one. i am desperate. after all this, a great guy comes along, via G-IM, with usual, normal conversation, information, when we came to 'life here issues', 'people's depression issues, here', title for an interview that i gave few days ago, (am i cyborg super cyber female and is it a compliment or insult?), to continue on politics, my married boyfriend from the previous post, and ...i do not know what has happened but this great guy made some remarks on my attitude, behaviour plus he gave me advice. i listened but didn't accept it. it was on mistakes.
i do make lot of mistakes. every day. that 'advice', that one added all the sorrow and bitterness i felt that day. how less is needed to bring ordinary girl down? how much this 'great guy' can cheer me up and make me smile, the same can add the oil into the fire, this time - analysing me, my mistakes, as i am not that aware for all those years how much did i make them, and trying to correct and learn new lesson from every single of them. even, my best, good friend who really knows me, never talk to me this way, even when he had some remark it was said with all the facts, and knowings.
people, until they meet person, woman, face to face have strange or malformed picture. i would say to try to walking in my, or anyone's shoes. i was criticized with no explanation, for no rational real reasons.
i was chatting with mr. perfect. mr.perfect thinks that i am bad and making mistakes in love life and in professional. neither true. i did in past, but not now. Mr. Perfect undervalued me. i forgot to ask him is there something positive about me...
Mr. Perfect is great guy, and he says he is perfect.
I am not.

I am a girl with lost silver round earring.
The right one.
And I need to find it.

eye candy store

I recently discovered UK Illustration agency for designers and illustrators, eye candy, which various sollutions and examples what human creativity can do.

Some of them I'll use on this blog. Illustration here is made by artist Sam Wilson.

not the marrying kind...

it had to happen, it was just a matter of time. actually i wasn't 'the proper' girlfriend who he desired to be, for one le grand phd, le professeur. he wanted proper wife who would bring him slippers after work, cook meals, clean dishes and table, clean the house and have sex when he wants (the bigger the geek - the rare sex theory?), and there was lack of real intimacy in all its facets.. let's get clear: i adore cooking for the one i love, and to be intimate and have sex as I wish three times per day, if possible, but hey (as being rebellious and feisty, long long time ago) I refused to be a slave, i refused to color my hair into blond (sorry, blonds), wear very high heels and show off my long legs, so I 'could perfectly match with his new phd-winning BMW'. isn't that sick for a man who is in his 37 or is it maybe pre-early midlife crises?
so, finally news came one day (shall i say evening) while i was blogging and writing so dedicated, that he is married (fresh married) and that our mutual (his best friend) refused to be his godfather when he saw his 'choice': present 'ms. phd' - actually, poor girl doesn't know or has reached more than high school, but hey: who wouldn't marry phd professor???
me!
those that really worth are taken and seems that all of my ex's are getting married, pardon -me: they are married! i said no: twice, i couldn't, i was too young and was afraid, wasn't sure. now i perceive that i was right. i am fabulous and cook for dearest around me, clean when i want to, do not wear home slippers, and i love, really love the natural color of my hair, i doesn't have to wear high heels, and label of the cars was never my cup of tea.
i am telling myself that this 'big' love, when it was love, and not animosity, and breaking up was the right decision i made.
and claim that i will go to monastery if he, then, my last (but not least), boyfriend got married, is out of question. i will not go to monastery, i recalled - after him i had great dating time with 8 years younger boyfriend who was much caring and really great guy (but it was 'my fault' as I broke up because of my inner prejudices of 'younger guy-older girl relationship' issue). at least, i do not have to worry if this guy will get married before me, or should i?
...maybe i am not the marrying kind.