Like a wedding, something blue...

Hello to you all,
nice to see you again.

I've been thinking and thinking about something in my life, that is blue.
Obviously the first thought was the Blue Man Group. But as it's not really playing a big role in my life, I couldn't use it as a theme for this post.

Fear not though, I actually managed to come up with something. It was really obvious, too, and I'm actually always surrounded in blue. I just never noticed, really. You know that line "to miss the forest for the trees", right? So, what's blue?

My room. All four walls of my room are blue, with a thin yellow stripe interrupting the color once.
This room has been a part of my life for about six years already. Before those six years though, I lived in a rather bland room of white. As a kid I was pretty creative though and posted Sailor Moon pictures from the magazines throughout the flat. Well, my room in the flat. And it actually wasn't my room at all because it was my brother's also. We shared one. The flat wasn't exactly small, but two small children wouldn't have needed two seperate rooms when there are so many more things my parents could've done to the other empty rooms.

Anyways, back to my current room.
When we first moved into the house, it was only newly / freshly built. We could still smell the materials the construction workers used for the facade. It turned worse after a few days.
The wallpapers had to be put up before installing all the shelves and beds and what-not.
We spent all day in a wallpaper-shop, shopping for three rooms. My brother took an orange one, while I took a blue one. And a small roll of yellow wallpaper.
We - of course - paid someone to do it for us since we have no experience with all that shit so everything was going along nicely. Till nighttime came and I had to go to sleep.
The room was damp, the room smelled of glue and everything just felt sticky (even though I didn't touch the wall). It was that way because the windows and doors had to be closed, so the glue would remain the way it should. A few days later the smell drifted off a little bit, so no worries there.

In came the furniture! It was awesome. My first own room.
I unpacked my books - I had (only) two boxes of them - and arranged them neatly.
When I look behind my back now, I see a fully stuffed book shelf which was still really empty on that day six years ago. Seriously. It's amazing.
Now I'm just worried over where the hell I should put my beloved books and games when I move out. It's not like I'll be able to afford a big apartment so I can put all my books in there.

Maybe I could build a book bed.

See ya laterz, alligatorz.

PS: My posts are getting totally boring and lame nowadays (maybe they already were before, too).
I'm gonna think of different things.
PPS: And so the "wedding" series ends. What's next? Stay tuned! (I actually still do not know. Ulp.)

Interlude II ~ So Weird

You know...

I've read so many Manga, that my vision of reality is a little distorted.
First things first, the Japanese address unfamiliar people with their last name and also make sure to use proper formalities.
- When I go to work, of course, I use the proper pronouns and whatnot, too. Sometimes they look offendedly at me and tell me to drop the formal speech. Sometimes they ask me my name, and I'd ask them their names - and it's not the last name we use to introduce ourselves. It's only the first name.
Well, we live in the western world, we don't depend on formalities that much, and always always use first names, if we know them. Except for authorative figures or obviously older people, like teachers or customers.

Secondly, we shake hands to greet each other. We do not bow. We do not nod with our heads in any way. Maybe we'll wave, but we will not act submissive.
Sometimes I do - Well, of course I don't bow or something. That takes too much time and is weird. Absolutely weird.
Because I nod occasionally while greeting or saying thank you, people who are not used to it - westeners - think it funny and since it usually looks kinda cute, they imitate me. Of course, only while talking to me.
It's kind of fun, I don't feel offended and I get more tip money.

What's there to not like?

I don't know what I wanted to tell you readers with these paragraphs but - yeah - now's another story gone out of my head and into my blog.

Weird blog, huh?

Interlude I ~ A Part

Ohai!

As you all know, I've already graduated - in fact - this very summer.
It's been 3 months since I've seen someone from school (well, except for my real friends whom I still meet regularly). How do I feel about that?

When in school we talked, we walked together, laughed at jokes, told some jokes - of course -, copied each other's homework or worked together on a project in big and small groups. It wasn't necessary to do that. It wasn't something we were forced to do. We still did it.
We never met outside of school though, which already implies what kind of relationship we actually had. One of benefits (not the sexual one, mind you).

And now that we have nothing that binds us together anymore - school - we will probably never meet each other again. Except for accidentally meeting each other in a super market (in which case we'd just greet each other and be done with it) or worse (or not) attending university together (and forge yet another bond with them).

Since we live in a rather modern world and the computer actually binds each and everyone of the human beings that actually owns one, if you really think about it, we can still see what the other does.
E.g. Facebook. I have made a Facebook account and added Facebook friends over the course of my school career - accepted the requests of people I know that I don't know. (Ha ha, weird sentence but so true.)
Even after graduation it's not common practice to just up and delete those people you think you'll never talk to/or need again. (Since - for example - people love to have a lot of friends in their lists to show that they're super popular.)

So it just so happens, that today I was kind of curious about lots of things - What are the others doing now? (It's also common practice to compare one's life to other's.)
Nah, it's not that I thought exactly that. I was just scrolling through my news feed and - Ah. - there it was, some more news about someone I don't really care about but never bothered to delete.

But still, when I scrolled through their timeline and saw them flying to distant lands, meeting new people, doing things they've never done, doing activities I myself have never seen them do, I thought of the time when I just sat beside them and still conversed with them.
A time when I still mattered to that person, and that person still mattered to me.
A time when we were still a part of each other's life.
And in just a course of three months - no, actually just in course of a day (graduation day) we let each other go our own way. We even thought about never seeing the other again. (Well, at least I did.)

It's just... so wondrous, so strange how the world, the people and time work.
Of course this is not the only example of how people fall out of touch. I just wanted to talk about it.

It does feel weird, doesn't it?


See ya laterz, alligatorz.