the life is full of stories
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lokuroMost of my f-list already knew the test, but I just couldn't resist... James Joyce, the author of the untranslatable "Finnegans Wake" and a few other vexed works. Shall I take it as a compliment? Or are my weak grammar and the strong preference for "m dashes" and "ellipsis" to blame?
Whatever. I wish there were something of the kind for German texts - I'm really a bit curious about my stories. Besides, my Dad keeps telling me, my SciFi-tales are not SciFi at all. But then again - he doesn't take Ray Bradbury as a SciFi-author either o.O"
Next topic: sweet student life.
I'm done with two of my Very Important Exams. Freedom starts teasing me with the heady aroma~ but there is still one more test to go (it'll never end...) - biomolecular chemistry this time. Yes, it sounds just as scary as it is ò.ó
Unfortunately, the few scattered thunderstorms didn't bring enough cooling for me to fell comfortable outside, so I moved in with my books - and now we are living in the clinical centres library. Aren't we some big loving flagship family?
Aside from the great library there are although a student canteen, a few lecture rooms, study area with comfortable desks, internet access places, ... actually I was wondering most, when a real life invalid was crossing my way - I almost thought this little autonomic town was exclusively student-populated.
The poisoned apple in my personal paradise: The Great Temptation of free internet access....
It was nearly the closing time - otherwise the lounge would be filled withsleeping hard learning students >3
(take a look at the destination panel)
Well, next topic: A Fairy Tale.
Sometimes life reminds us of myth stories: It could be some horror lullaby or a sweet romance, everything is possible. I'm sure everyone knows his own unbelievable stories to tell - so, how about this one: A week from her 23 B-Day a girl finds a golden lion pendant in dusty piles of old postcards... well, this would be quite a trashy fairy tale, I guess.
My grandma, a very devout and a bit superstitiously person, bought this Leo-amulet the next day I was born. Intending to make it a Birthday present, when I'd turn 18. Unexpectedly, my parents and I moved to Germany, when I was still 14. So, Granny took me aside a few days before the transfer... secretly, my parents wasn't evolved - it was a secret just between the two of us. And I was so good into hiding the amulet, till I would be old enough to wear it, that I actually forgot about its existence. Like... at all ^^" Moving into a foreign country was troublesome enough to keep my mind occupied with worries and hopes, there wasn't any free time to be reminiscent of old secrets.
So, if I wasn't searching for an old computer game, I was missing, and accidentally found a box full of old postcards, drawings and childish secrets, I would have never came across the pendant.
I also found tones of old poems I wrote... I was such a naive, romantic girl back then *embarrassed* But it's quite funny - when I was writing in Russian, I strictly preferred poetry, now, writing in German, I can only prose.and my English is only good for LJ-crap.
"...Давно уже не было такой мягкой осени,
Так нежно падающих жёлтых листов,
Багряных пятен гарцующей россыпи,
Шепотком разбегающихся, средь чуть тёплых стволов..."
Всё таки хорошо, что я перешёл на прозу и немого повзрослел))
It wasn't that easy to translate this one, but I gave it a try:
"... so sanft war kein Herbst vor dem heutigen,
von gelben Kronen fiel der Laub nie so weich,
Flammend rot, tänzelnd leicht war ihr Abwärtsflug
Und voller warmen Geflüster der Wald."
(the last poem I wrote in German, happened when I was all lovey-dovey with my ex.. so it should be a year ago now o.O")
But my favourite one is an untranslatable poem about dust, fighting against the human barbarians - "Пыльная хроника":
"... И снова пыль, опять в борьбе,
Она чихала на людей."
PS: But now I'm really motivated to work on the SciFi-project, which keeps me awake for quite a while now... Hopefully, the muse will be still waiting for me, when I'm done with all the exams. Although those are so flighty creatures~
P²S: just for the lulz >3 badass granny's girl >D
Whatever. I wish there were something of the kind for German texts - I'm really a bit curious about my stories. Besides, my Dad keeps telling me, my SciFi-tales are not SciFi at all. But then again - he doesn't take Ray Bradbury as a SciFi-author either o.O"
Next topic: sweet student life.
I'm done with two of my Very Important Exams. Freedom starts teasing me with the heady aroma~ but there is still one more test to go (it'll never end...) - biomolecular chemistry this time. Yes, it sounds just as scary as it is ò.ó
Unfortunately, the few scattered thunderstorms didn't bring enough cooling for me to fell comfortable outside, so I moved in with my books - and now we are living in the clinical centres library. Aren't we some big loving flagship family?
Aside from the great library there are although a student canteen, a few lecture rooms, study area with comfortable desks, internet access places, ... actually I was wondering most, when a real life invalid was crossing my way - I almost thought this little autonomic town was exclusively student-populated.
The poisoned apple in my personal paradise: The Great Temptation of free internet access....
It was nearly the closing time - otherwise the lounge would be filled with
(take a look at the destination panel)
Well, next topic: A Fairy Tale.
Sometimes life reminds us of myth stories: It could be some horror lullaby or a sweet romance, everything is possible. I'm sure everyone knows his own unbelievable stories to tell - so, how about this one: A week from her 23 B-Day a girl finds a golden lion pendant in dusty piles of old postcards... well, this would be quite a trashy fairy tale, I guess.
My grandma, a very devout and a bit superstitiously person, bought this Leo-amulet the next day I was born. Intending to make it a Birthday present, when I'd turn 18. Unexpectedly, my parents and I moved to Germany, when I was still 14. So, Granny took me aside a few days before the transfer... secretly, my parents wasn't evolved - it was a secret just between the two of us. And I was so good into hiding the amulet, till I would be old enough to wear it, that I actually forgot about its existence. Like... at all ^^" Moving into a foreign country was troublesome enough to keep my mind occupied with worries and hopes, there wasn't any free time to be reminiscent of old secrets.
So, if I wasn't searching for an old computer game, I was missing, and accidentally found a box full of old postcards, drawings and childish secrets, I would have never came across the pendant.
I also found tones of old poems I wrote... I was such a naive, romantic girl back then *embarrassed* But it's quite funny - when I was writing in Russian, I strictly preferred poetry, now, writing in German, I can only prose.
"...Давно уже не было такой мягкой осени,
Так нежно падающих жёлтых листов,
Багряных пятен гарцующей россыпи,
Шепотком разбегающихся, средь чуть тёплых стволов..."
Всё таки хорошо, что я перешёл на прозу и немого повзрослел))
It wasn't that easy to translate this one, but I gave it a try:
"... so sanft war kein Herbst vor dem heutigen,
von gelben Kronen fiel der Laub nie so weich,
Flammend rot, tänzelnd leicht war ihr Abwärtsflug
Und voller warmen Geflüster der Wald."
(the last poem I wrote in German, happened when I was all lovey-dovey with my ex.. so it should be a year ago now o.O")
But my favourite one is an untranslatable poem about dust, fighting against the human barbarians - "Пыльная хроника":
"... И снова пыль, опять в борьбе,
Она чихала на людей."
PS: But now I'm really motivated to work on the SciFi-project, which keeps me awake for quite a while now... Hopefully, the muse will be still waiting for me, when I'm done with all the exams. Although those are so flighty creatures~
P²S: just for the lulz >3 badass granny's girl >D
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Date: 2010-07-19 11:00 pm (UTC)Pff, morgens, da bin ich gar nicht ansprechbar und brauche zwei-drei Stunden, um mich mit der Welt anzufreunden. Also ansprechen auch völlig fehl am Platz. Ich würde dich wahrscheinlich völlig ignorieren. ;D
Ach, manchmal muss man sich etwas Kitsch gönnen. ^^
Klar, wir sind Universitäts- und hansestadt. Ö-Ö Uns hat mal die halbe Umgebung gehört. <3 Und wir sind einer der ältesten Unis Deutschlands (1456). <33
Ich hab ehrlich gesagt keine Ahnung, aber wenn Leute im Januar sich ins Meer werfen, dann denke ich, geht das jetzt auch. Ich stand bisher meistens nur in den Stadtbrunnen in den Freistunden, um keinen Kollaps zu kriegen. XD
Hm, Esel. Ich weiß nicht. Vllt wie ein Esel, vollgepackt, aber sehr müde und schlaff, der aber versucht immer weiter und weiter und weiter und Möhre und bleh und wieso sterbe ich nicht einfach, und bleh und oh Gott, wo ist dieses verdammte Ende... Und man liebt es dennoch. Wobei: Hätte ich nicht diese Liebe und Leidenschaft zu KuGe/Ge, ich würde das nicht durchhalten und die Flinte längst ins Korn geworfen haben. ^^;;
(Es gibt irgendwas, wofür du angeblich nicht cool genug bist? Glaub ich nicht! Erzähl mir mehr davon *___*)
Nein, ich hab damit angefangen mich voll cool zu fühlen und einen total billigen Abklatsch meines ersten Buches, das ich verschlungen habe, zu schreiben. Man will es nicht glauben, aber ich hab tatsächlich mit Fanatsy angefangen. XD Ging aber schnell zu erbärmlichen FFs und dem üblichen Gedöns über. Ich hab mich nicht mit Ruhm bekleckert mit meinem Emokram in ungelenken Versen. *kicher*
Aww, danke °////°;;;;; *klein mach* Aber ich sehe mein Geschriebs weniger als gekonnt an und beim Malen: alles nur hart erarbeitet. ^^;;
Welche blutigen Anfänge meinst du? Beim Schreiben waren sie tatsächlich blutig durch Emoism, beim Zeichnen... too long ago. XD Immer schon gekrakelt. *g*