Questions.

it's only 2pm and I had some coffee cake for breakfast - that's it.


what's the perfect dinner?

there is nothing particular, may be nice dinner with the person i love in romantic evening near beach

V what is most romantic date u can go for?

I am not into romance. I don't like staged and forced lovey dovey stuff - it is either there or not. Don't need candles at the dinner table to enhance the mood - it is silly and fake. That is not to say I don't like candles at the dinner table - just not to be romantic - just really nice and makes the silver shine better


are you romantic?

a moonlit stroll along a beach with a picnic next to a campfire

are V glad im back?

i can be i guess... but only in the right situations (by the way i agree about the candles )


is the grass *always* greener on teh other side?

no - only for those who wanted to think that way.

yes - it's great that ^ is back


latest greatest musical discovery of yours?

having friends who play well are a great advantage.

what is V's favourite poem?

Der Panther
von Rainer Maria Rilke

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
So müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
Und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte
Der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
Ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
In der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
Sich lautlos auf-. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
Geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille
Und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.


TRANSLATED:

His tired gaze--from passing endless bars--
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.

His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.

But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.



love this one and it always makes me cry



yours?

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count on you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

What's your favourite national anthem?

Ponrauil

Inidan i think(don't know many)


V Why we ingnore the one who love us and try to chase the one who don't?