Ice

That's one thing that really isn't fun!

Ice? Fun? C'mon! It's hard, it's slippery, it's cold AND it can trick you by looking like it won't break. Pure evil! Sure, some things about ice are pretty neat, like ice-skating, ice-sculptures, icicles, etc. However - mind you - it's dangerous stuff! You can slip, be all bruised up at the least, fall into the river/pond/water-thingy, freeze, get a cold, get sick, hurt yourself (especially if when doing sculptures you don't know how to handle a chainsaw...), or have it hurt you (especially if you decide to have a look at the pretty icicles from right below them). But what's worst of all: people love to use it against you. I clearly remember being a teenager having a snowball fight. I was running like hell from those who invented dumping their snowballs into water. One of my friends was hit on the head and fell unconscious for a few minutes... evil!

The only ice I feel comfortable with is the kind that makes fabulous patterns on the windows when it's really cold, like minus 20. Sure, I feel for those that drive and have to scrape the car windows every morning.

One thing you should not play with: it's ice. Evil. Remember. Evil!!!

Also, if you lick it... you're a goner!

Childhood...

it came, it's gone... will it ever come back?



My best memories are from my early childhood. Seems that life back then was all about having fun. I remember always having crazy ideas, and nowadays my mom loves to tell me stories about my wild activities and heart-attack-giving games I made up. Whatever happened to those days when spending time with the parents and the siblings was enough to make it a fabulous day? I guess it all has to end sometime... I can only dream about being as cheerful and optimistic as back in those days. Now when I come to think of it... I wish I could interview myself and ask for play suggestions. I wonder if I could be inspiration to my own self. Now I see myself as a mischief little girl (smaller than everyone else at least by a head) running this way and back, climbing trees and playing in a small room with Barbie dolls. Or with my younger brother with his Power Ranger toys. But I know that we both played pretend a lot... Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to play that one again... only adult version. Mind you, "adult version" does not include sexual activity! I wish it wouldn't be so necessary to write that... Adults are complicated, sheesh...

Yesterday I had the great pleasure to meet this special three-year-old boy. He was unlucky: when he was 10 months old, he hit his head by a table and lost hearing, and in consequence, speech ability. After half a year he could hear again, but his language productivity to this day is extremely poor. And guess what? He was a fantastic, cheerful child with a lot to say. Playing pretend with him was not at all hard, all you had to do is be silly. Today people tell me I'm immature. Because 20-year-olds are not supposed to sing and dance on the streets, or talk to animals as if they had magic powers. You know what? I've heard more and more people are suffering from depression. Well, no wonder if having a good time the way it makes you feel good is "inappropriate".




Hey, did I ever say I cared what others think of me? Exactly!

The little things

You know... it's the little things that matter. It's the little things that can change a normal day into something else, better or worse... it's the small stuff that can turn one hell of a day completely upside-down, and it's the little things that can make you by the end of the day think: YEAH!

So, today... I don't know what to think.

First of all, I wanted to write all my 3 very important essays and worry about other things tomorrow. But no... I had to write only 1 and 1/10... and it's the little stuff that made that plan only a naive dream. When I was in the middle of my inspiration flow... mom called that we all (meaning me and my li'l bro) have to help her go shopping. Well... I can't fight her really, you know? Sometimes family's about having fun,. and sometimes it's just about living it through... So... by 4.30 pm my education time was over.

It wasn't that bad. First of all, we got to eat dinner at a really good Chinese restaurant! Yes, perhaps this might shock you, but here in Poland, it's hard to find really good quality Chinese. And this was really... mwa! Masterpiece! After that... why we were so happy and energetic, we went to Carrefour. Me and my bro ended up fighting over the shopping cart, and later agreed to share it. After that we decided to make things a little more interesting and pushed the cart hopping on one foot.

But the real treat is this: we finally took care of things. We borrowed (yes, I am not mistaken, borrowed not bought... that's the way it is) a router for wireless Internet access. It doesn't change much though... my bro has a computer computer, meaning it's at the same place, his Nintendo Wii picks up the signal but claims that WiiChannel has nothing to offer (more or less the exact cite), mom still doesn't have her laptop, so she doesn't benefit at all for now, and as for me... I am the luckiest in all this.

The only way I can contact my prince charming is via the Internet. Our time difference is 9 hours. So, basically, when I wake up at 6 am, it's 9 pm at his place. That's the usual time we get to talk... Up 'till this point, I was connected to a router via LAN cable, which had 10 meters, and was long enough to reach my desk, and nowhere beyond that. So every morning, I woke up and had to sit, still sleepy, to talk to my dearest. Usually that's fine... but sometimes it's so hard to get up...

...now I can wake up, turn on the computer, put it on my night table, and chat with him laying in bed. Oh! The perspective is just fantastic... So I guess it's this little thing that makes this day a good one.

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!!!

My web browser has a Mario theme...

The slide bar or whatever it's called is a green pipe...
The "previous" and "next" buttons are running Mario's...
The "refresh" button is a flying Gumba...

...perhaps for some this is no big deal, but... MAN!!! The cool stuff you find on the Internet. I remember asking people what's so great about it, and then they would give some arguments... and they never convinced me... and what I describe now as amazing I would comment as stupid and useless. Not serious. Well... good thing I've decided to become more fun-centered, eh? :D

What I've learned for the pass few years is: don't comment if you haven't tried. There are of course exceptions for that... but as long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone around you... GO AHEAD AND TRY IT ALL!!!

So the message of the day is:
Long live FireFox! Maybe I'm thanking the wrong... person? institute? anyway: thanks!

An example of a "game" I'm glad I got over with...

I don't remember when was the last time I threw anything out the balcony...

...when I was a kid, I used to be kind of spoiled and threw ham sandwiches mom made me from my balcony to the empty parking space across the street... and it was empty because first of all it was locked, and also because people used it as an extra trash place anyway...

... years later me and my brothers threw rotten fruits there...

... now that both of us are older and a lot more mature, we stopped throwing trash. We came to the conclusion it is time to learn how to make paper airplanes.

Once one of them flew into the balcony of our neighbours downstairs... we tried to "fish" it out.

Now I'm thinking: I have to start looking up when I'm on the streets. I don't recall a city law stating that throwing things like that out your window is illegal...

a pretty good "seek and count" object example :)

Only I think this is the kind of counting scientists do all the time...

It won't hurt to try! :)

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16785254/

... obviously some prefer to go wild in a subtle way ...

As a student of psychology, I just cannot ignore this.

Way to go POETRY!!!

enjoy :)

look...

I don't know who did the snowdance, but I just wanted to say...

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

white fluff...

Well...

...maybe this has little to do with funhaving, but I think worth a thought :)

My good friend just called me... told me that an hour earlier or so his second nephew was born. Kinda nice. Especially since... all day all you see here in Warsaw is snow. :)

I think I might be the only one happy about this... The very same friend said he didn't buy any winter shoes, and now he's concerned about slipping and breaking his bones... My younger brother got mad, because he just cut his hair. Actually, had it all shaved off. And the buses are coming late... People are late for work...

For the past few months, everyone was upset about the lost winter. Everybody was looking for a spec of snow. Finally, it came last night. The city services was unprepared for this (again). People all around are saying it's too cold (again). Others are saying: Snow? So what! It'll melt and there will be a big mess when it does. (Again).

So, generally... I live in a very optimistic society...

And of course... so far no one agreed to go out and make a snowman. :) Sure, there isn't enough snow to make a big Frosty. How about small snowmen? Like, simple decorative 1-foot-tall ones? Nope... everyone's too busy worrying about the winter-that-spoiled-it-all.

Snow...

I've just checked the weather... apparently there will be some strange sort of rain soon. I've heard it's fluffy and very cold, and it melts in your hands. I believe it's called snow...?

Could this be possible? Real snow?

Well... it better be coming! The last time I made a snowman was... I don't even recall... when I was 13 or so? 7 unlucky, snowman-less winters! Enough!

...perhaps someone out there knows how to snowdance? I'm committed to learn! Anyone? Think of all the places that could be saved! Poland, Russia, and Kilimandżaro!

hide and seek?

I'll tell you another story about Poland

Last year, they say it was the coldest winter for something like 20, 30 years? Well, everyone was upset, I remember. It wasn't as cold as perhaps in New York last year, but I remember everyone blaming everything on the cold... And I recall being so frustrated with everyone complaining about the good-for-nothing-coldest-ever winter of 2005/2006. Because you know what was great? Snow. There was tons of it, and it even took over a month for the snow in Warsaw to turn black, unlike the usual time - within a week. The only bad part about it was that it wasn't the kind of snow you could use to make snowmen, really... So basically, everyone decided that last winter was by far the worst. Hell, if I was winter, I'd take it personally too. This year, there is no winter at all. It's almost the end of January and it's still above zero Celsius... and... no snow whatsoever. And guess what people are saying this year? :)

The only snow I had was in November on our National Holiday (1st of Nov.), and when the building next to mine was being covered in packing foam. Only that doesn't melt... what a mess!

Anyone care to join a search party?

seek and count

The rules are simple

Think of an object that is everywhere... and yet still countable. And... count. Better yet, compete with somebody.

Still not clear? I'll tell you a little about Poland then...

Once upon a time, long ago, so long the newborns shall never know, in the silly year 2004... or was it 2003... (?) ... to see a police officer were there was no trouble was very rare. Not that you'd see them anyway; to see a police officer were there was trouble indeed was even the more spectacular. The only place the sight of a police officer would not shock you was the Warsaw Main Station. No comments. The last place I remember to expect a single officer was the street I lived in. Too much work, you know?

One day, Warsaw had learnt that there would be an important something something, and so it was necessary to have lots and lots of patrols, for some time at least. Well, the view of all the many police officers everywhere was striking enough, he started to count them. But then again, he always liked to count things... he once told me that long before I can remember, there were no satellite dishes, especially in Poland. So one day they appeared, and he himself being an 8-year-old or so felt obliged to count them all. Mind you, I think that was still in the communist times...

The next day, I was off to school for a single lesson of French. Usually, I simply take a bus... but there was so much traffic and confusion I decided to go on foot. I walked for half an hour or so, and with my own index finger of my right hand, I counted 523 police officers, plus an unknown digit of them in 3 vehicles. Now... imagine my brother, the master of counting, learning I beat his previous day's record of about 200. Damn! Next thing I knew we were both walking Al. Jana Pawła II (an important street in Warsaw), competing. He counted whatever he could find on the left side of the street, I counted the right side. I believe I won again...

Last month it was Christmas, right? The only thing in Warsaw that could help you know it was that time of the year were the decorative Christmas trees. I counted those on Christmas Eve... only that feels a little perverse... the best way to count is by looking into other people homes through their windows... hehe...

Just one more tip from me: be careful! If you are counting while on a walk, you may sometimes wonder if a certain position has been counted already or not... don't count too far in advance! And if you happen to count while in a vehicle, you might get dizzy... and if you happen to be the one driving: don't be stupid, for crying out loud! Stop counting!

... my brother is going to kill me once he finds out I'm selling this idea to public...

the ultimate recipe???

Is there such a thing...

I simply go out and take advantage of whatever is out there. I've heard it's kinda connected to creativity...

All I can say is: curiosity, mixed with novelty, or simply emotions on their own can make you do crazy things. Take me for an example. I used to despise the Internet. Until I fell in love in a guy I see only via a webcam...

...I just started a blog, for crying out loud! Why?