Mighty micro people

My ecstasy?

In quicksand

I've now been working at the new sales company for two days. Surprisingly I even enjoy it to a very high extent. I've always thought that salespeople are stupid and annoying pervs, and now being one of them myself (I still believe it a bit:D) I think it's not that monochromatic at all. Being a salesperson recquires good skills of approaching people and not scaring them away, because the attitude towards those folks is well-known, isn't it?
I love it right now how I'm just so busy that it isn't even funny, but the great thing with all the action is that thing actually get done. It's so true to say that who does, gets thing done. Stating the obvious again, obviously.

I've often been wondering about changes in our lives. Factors, that affect the flow of our life-rivers. There are always rocks in the water and all those other obstacles to overcome. Yet the flow never stops. It never stops. It might change direction, sometimes, but don't you find it all natural?
After all, isn't it all about how we perceive the world ourselves? We might take the change of direction as a form of change, but isn't this overrating?
I strongly suggest people to read Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I think the idea of this book pretty much describes my philosophical perception of life at the moment.
I've worked out a profound theory of the meaning of life and everything, but it's way too complex to be put down here. It's something I'd want to discuss about with a glass of good wine and a perfect company worthy of having a discussion about everything and yet nothing. It's complicated and deep, yet so simple and logical, so overrated but yet sometimes the value of it is neglected somewhere under a pile of filthy sadness and bitterness of the unwanted and repressed emotions that crawl upon us from the ill boundaries we set ourselves with the imaginary rules (and the sentence needs punctuation, yes..)... It's just so iffy, I love it. Take it all in, kids. The complexity and simplicity melange is what makes it so fascinating. Just don't forget to see beauty in ugliness and perfection in beauty.
The love for living is what keeps the flow in the right direction. It's easy to lose it. Just don't let things get to you.
And the thing they call regretting... there is no such thing. What's done is done, don't look back. Doesn't matter how hard we try, it's impossible to change time. It's something we have to live with and accept the fact that everything passed is past. Period. (I'll go eat something now.)

Strangest secret

This is so fucking strange! I was waiting for my bus earlier today, and I caught myself from wondering about what the fuck is up with the pigeons! I had about 25 minutes to wait there and the place was... well not full of pigeons, but there was, say, plenty of them. They've recently started being all buff and fluffy and show-offy. I guess they're on heat or something. Anyhow, the thing that I was wondering about really was that how the hell don't we ever see pigeon chicks?! Well, there's no way on earth I'm gonna buy that they're born in the size we see them in the streets... Where are the pigeons until they grow up? And don't the smaller pigeons (chicks) ever come to the streets then? This is so darn trippy! I've never noticed it before, but it sure is strange. Pay attention to it sometimes and it'll freak you out also! I was so blown away by it that all our family was talking about in the dinner table tonight, was pigeons:D.
GO FIGURE!!

I'm gonna go and paint (it black!) my book shelves now. Hopefully in a few days I can rearrange my room, get rid of the excessive crap.

I feel like calming down. I seriously pray I'm not gonna blow anything this time. Or is there a point in trying at all? We sure all know where everything in my life ends up at..

Music is math

Passing by

Well. It's nice. I mean, it's nice considering all the confusion around. I just don't seem to be able to get my head around stuff again. It feels like I'd have nothing to say. I don't think I do. I do know one thing right now - I wish I could be in Finland right now. I wish I could take my cool Estonians with me and just be there. And I need to calm down... settle down. I had my fair share of shit in change of the wildlife I've been living. Or maybe I just matured overnight (impossible). Btw, if anyone happens to have a spare apartment in the center of London, please do inform me. I'm looking for a place to live there. It seems unrealistic that I am, in fact, moving away from Finland already in a year. Man, time flies!
[Funki Porcini - Wicked, Cruel, Nasty and Bad]

I aspire for lightness, but this is what really makes it heavy, do you see what I mean?

I should hold my horses for a while..

Astral travelling

This morning I pretty much out of random decided to come to Finland. I had been home for one long week already. Things had managed to happen.. It was a decision made in five minutes, to head off to the North. For a few days only, but still, I guess a good way to recharge batteries so that they'd last the whole long and nice summer.
I'm so increadibly tired right now, but I feel a strong urge to tell my beloved ones who read this thing here about my wonderful trip to the USA.
I'll do it some other night perhaps, because I seriously need some sleep. I've let myself go, completely. I'm dreadfully confused.
Boards of Canada - Dayvan Cowboy(8)