Blinding Lights and Wind at My Face

My hands stretched sideways like bird’s wings, feeling the fresh evening wind blowing in my face and city lights coloring my way through…. One of my ears is plucked with an earphone, and the head is slowly filling up with Coldplay’s “Speed of sound”. People passing by look at me making my way downtown and dancing. Well, to me it is dancing. But they can’t hear my music, that’s why all they see is a girl making some weird hand gestures while rollerblading. Yeah, it feels great to be rolling again…

It’s been a while since I did it last time. Too hot during the day, no time in the evening, plus job, job, job…. But right now, with this cosmic music in my head, and the smooth gliding in my feet, I am a city bird stretching my wings out, ready to fly. No attention at the cars driving through the streets, and people walking by…. No attention at what is going to happen tomorrow and what happened today. Right now it’s just me, my music, and my rollerblades.

I listen to myself, and as soon as the exhaustion mixed with a feeling of total satisfaction creeps closer, I roll towards a city fountain. Sit on the bench, stretch my tired legs, lean backwards and close my eyes. It’s definitely good to be back from the pointless world of adulthood….

Music Makes Me…

The moments of my life I enjoy so much…. Our house is dark and quiet. Parents are out somewhere. Kid sister is staying over at her friend’s house. I’m lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. A couple candles light the hallway. Comparing to the heat outside during the day, the evening is fresh and renewing. The window is opened.

There are so many things to do and think about while lying like this. You can listen to the sounds outside. Something my friend taught me long time ago and something I still love doing is trying to listen to every single sound coming from the street separately, not as a single concert of city chaos. First you hear just cars. Then you switch attention to the people talking outside somewhere. After you recognize the sounds, move on to listening to the wind, leaves on the trees. And then, when all of the sounds are identified, listen to the whole melody. It is really relaxing.

I also love plucking my ears with headphones. I’ve got big ones at home. They make the sound perfect, and don’t mess it up. On evenings like this one I make a playlist of different songs. Different performers and genres – what can better underline my mood…? Sometimes it feels so good digging through old CD’s like INXS or Tom Petty and listening to old music that sounds so new. I love being alone, when it’s just me and my music.

Me against Cooking

I am adequate to a lot of activities. Dancing, drawing, writing… you name it. But cooking is just not one of my virtues. If I end up lost at an island in the middle of nowhere, I’ll die from starvation because I’m no good at preparing food.

At home I’m sadly known as the vicious killer of eggs because I can’t even handle an omelet. I tried several times, honestly. And it feels kinda weird, for my Mom is a great cook. My kid sister makes wonderful deserts. My Dad’s barbeque is out of competition. Sometimes I even start thinking – do I belong to this family?:-)

My kitchen phobia starts from its threshold. I believe that cooking is just something I’m not meant to be doing because I can read a simple recipe thoughtfully and attentively, fulfill a step-by-step procedure described in a book and still end up with something that can barely be called food, let alone delicious dish. And it feels like a whole lot of stress. Yes, cooking is stressful.

But, ha-ha, I’m great at making cereals with milk for breakfast. A task as easy as this one I can handle with no problems. If to be serious (although the topic doesn’t presuppose it), I’m also an ace at making tea and coffee… I mean real tea and coffee, and not these voodoo rituals with a spoon of granulated coffee powder and some sugar on top of it.

I guess one day, when some crazy fellow will talk me into getting married, I’ll have to learn the kitchen alphabet. Otherwise, I’m running into the risk of ending up in jail for poisoning my own husband. But till these times I’m going to enjoy my Mom’s food and Domino’s pizza:-)

Mario… Back Into Childhood

Hey, do you know which computer game is better than shooting ducks? Remember childhood, playstation and that funny guy in a red outfit? I have downloaded the Super Mario game! I don’t know how about you, but I spent hours in front of the screen many years ago, trying to rescue the beautiful princess and kill the ugly dragon. Time passed by, and after the icky Hollywood movie about the Mario brothers (I forgot the title) I didn’t hear anything about the lunatic little man. Can you imagine how surprised I was to discover a link to downloading the most favorite game of all childhood?

The funny thing is, I didn’t have to learn rules and controls again. All these mushrooms, bonuses, green and red ducks and fishes… well, I guess I have a new obsession:-)

First Kisses Are Not Always That Good…

…just as second, third of fifteenth are, actually. All these teen magazines are screaming about the miracle of the first kiss on every corner. Mine was not all that exiting, honestly. There was a guy that I really liked. He was cute, smart, sexy, caring…. What else can the inexperienced sixteen-year-old girl (well, yeah, my first kiss was at sixteen, and not at twelve or thirteen) wish for? I remember that great night at our friends’ house. We were standing together on the balcony, holding hands beneath the milky twilight. My had was dizzy and legs slightly bending – altogether a flattering feeling. He took my face with his hands, gently cradling, and leaned for a kiss…. Oh man, I’d have enough from the regular one, but he tried to do the French kiss…. Later we worked it out good, but that evening was spoiled:-)

One of the last failed kisses was with a guy who had a long nose. And I have a good sense of humor. He poked me, I laughed, he got mad… jerk:-)