Showing posts with label rebellion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rebellion. Show all posts

Monday, 25 March 2013

Rosé & miniskirt

     What kind of statement does a women wearing a miniskirt send to the World?
     There are the slangy ones- the ones who just want to draw the attention on them; there are the rebel ones- who want to show to everyone that they can; there are the feminists- who wear them in order to show that they dare and they do it for them- not for men; finally- there are the ones who just want a guy to see their legs and not their brain- they do it on purpose.
     I do it on purpose from time to time. Men are afraid of women with brain- they think they're the only ones who know how to use it. I just rise my shoulders and put my miniskirt.
     Well- that was just the introduction, so you would understand why I've prefered a Rosé wine today. It is very special and it feels light and aristocratic- at least for me. It is either semi-sparkling or sparkling and  it goes very nice with some cheese or a desert- mostly, like the champagne. I always associate Rosé with the old French movies where the main actress drinks some Rosé champagne from the bottle and dances on the bed.



     What do you see when a nice girl wearing a miniskirt passes by? Don't tell me that it makes you want a Rosé :P

Sunday, 23 December 2012

What are you afraid of?

    I've been reading some interesting book lately, one about rebellion and everything that's uncoventional, one where the main character is not afraid of death. That made me ask myself if I'm afraid of it and I realized that I'm not, the only thing I'm afraid of is... I still don't know what I'm afraid of- maybe to stop enjoying chess, maybe to see the people I care about suffering, but I'm not afraid to suffer, the pain is the thing that reminds me how real is everything...Sometimes I get this strange feeling that I've already lived this life and whatever I'd do, it won't make a difference... These moments really suck, they make me feel a hole in my stomach, a hole that goes so deep that I can start crying for no reason. I don't know if it's normal, I suppose it shouldn't be. You might think "Man,she's twisted!". Well, maybe I am :)))