Despite being at work all the time, and being constantly busy, I am still a human. I am social. I have a life, family, and friends. I have thoughts and experiences. Once in a while I share them, and when I do, I do so in this category. If you don’t know me personally, chances are you’ll find posts in this category particularly boring.
If you had a chance to have dinner with any historical person, then who would it be? Who would you choose and why? Two prohibited answers are Albert Einstein and Jesus Christ.
I would choose Sir Winston Churchill. There is something about this guy that tells me he was an excellent company for dinner – educated, intelligent, communicative, funny.
I feel like a lab mouse. My right hand is half working. My both knees are scratched and huring. Especially the left one. Some wierd muscles let me know that they exist whenever I try to move my hands or bend my upper body. These all from the basketball game I had a couple of days ago. Than there is a mild hangover from all the alcohol taken yesterday. My throat hurts because of all the screaming and shouting I did at the party. And I have this small feeling that the end of the world is coming shortly. But you know what? I don’t care.
Proceeding with recovery…
Everyone knows that white men can’t jump. That’s a fact. Fat white man jumping not only look rediculous, but are endangering the lives and well-being of other people on the court.
Never-the-less that was exactly what I was doing today. Jumping. While attempting to play basketball. It was far from a real game and I am sure it looked pretty pathetic.
Continue reading No pain, no basketball. At least for the first time.
I was sitting at home, watching movies and minding my own business, when Martin called me and told that I should come out. I wasn’t in the mood, I was in the middle of the film, and it was too hot outside, so I said no. But he insisted. His argument was very convincing – someone hit my car.
I think that by now all of my friends have bought digital cameras. The range is pretty wide – from cell phone crap to semi-professional hardware. What I can’t understand is what all of you guys are doing with this cameras? I mean – where are the pictures? All of you have web access and most of you have your personal websites. Hell, I even saw most of you snapping pictures. Where are they? Why are you hiding them?