Smiling Faces

I need to know this - cause I notice when you're smilin'
Out in the sun havin' fun and you're feelin' free
And I can tell you know how hard this life can be
But you keep on smilin' for me

Things that have made me smile recently:

Getting that giant 'zagrebacki'
Hearing Jenny got a perfect score on her exam in linguistics
Having a job
Buying a squeezer for oranges, to make fresh juice, my task for the week, and something I will appreciate every morning
Seeing that I have the flyest wardrobe for work at work
Wearing ties
Seeing my hair grow back in the way I want it to
Croatia kicking ass in the Handball World Cup
Getting some winter style socks (go above the ankles)
Sending cards with little yellow bears on them
Going on my first business trip
Having beers with my dad
Watching sports with Neven

Thing that will make me smile to most soon:

Jenny coming for 5 days
Getting to wake up next to her
Showing her more of Zagreb
GIVING HER THE BIGGEST KISS EVER!!!

Rain

Rain. Miserable. Rain.
It keeps coming. Never stopping. Never letting up. Persistence is the game. Grey skies. Muggy streets. Puddles that splash. Cars that drench. Wind breaking umbrellas.

I know that rain nourishes the land, fills our rivers and lakes, and is a life giver to all flora and fauna. But why does it have to rain in succession, day after day, never taking a break, not even for lunch. It weakens my spirit, tests my resolve, and restricts my movement, crushes my plans, ruins my coats, stains my shoes.
I am a whiner at times, I know it, and anyone who knows me knows it. I am a happy person, always thinking the best of people, or situations, but some things get me in such a funks that make me feel like a piece of rotten wood, still the same on the outside, but decayed on the inside. Rain does that. It hides from me the thing I love the most, the sun. And honestly I whine rarely, I tend to suck things up, or so I think, feel free to be honest.
Last weekend, it was sunny, for a few hours on Saturday morning. It was perfect. I was ready for that Saturday, I would make the most of the sunshine, I would enjoy the day to its fullest. Go for a run, walk around the city, sit in a cafe outside and read a paper. Instead by the time I made it home from the market, the grayness took over, the sun was stolen from me. It threatened to rain, but the clouds did not follow through, and it was just gray for a few days. Then Monday evening on my way home from the gym I noticed something, the temperature dropped, and quickly, usually it is warmer after a workout cause my blood is flowing and I am all pumped up, but not this time, I stepped outside and it was chilly as if I had entered a meat cooler, and right then and there I knew what was coming. Sure enough it began to rain, and it has not stopped yet, it is not hard rain, or fat rain, or another kind of rain that Forest Gump described, unless you really paid attention and remember that rain that last for months, the monsoon, and well this is not a monsoon, but in my mind it is.
Miami has rain, it is furious, it comes down hard and fast, umbrellas are useless as the splashes from the ground get you soaked, and the rain comes from all directions, so you will get wet. But the rain comes and goes, it never lingers, it does its job in an efficient manner. Here the rain has that Mediterranean spirit, work for 10 minutes, go easy, work 10 minutes, go easy, take a break (but not an official one, so keep drizzling in the slightest), work hard for 20 minutes, and then ease up again, and so on and on. It is funny, but the way the rain falls here corresponds to the pace of life, it is slow, no one is in a rush, and everything can be resolved, slowly. Miami, everyone is in a rush, nothing can wait 5 minutes, and if you are not going full speed you fell like your life is passing you by. I know most think, well the beach is relaxing, well no its not, it is active, barbeque, football, soccer, carrying a heavy cooler full of beer, swimming, sure you take a nap here and there, but you always feel more exhausted when you come home from the beach then you did going to the beach.
Rain. Miserable. Rain.

A meal for a lion

So I got a real treat this weekend, it was an amazing event, one of cosmic proportions!

Look at the size of that CORDON BLUE, it is larger than my elbow to my tips of fingers, man oh man. What we have here is a piece of Veal that has been sliced in half, filled with cheese and ham, closed, battered and lightly fried. It is approximately 45 cm (17.7) long and it is quite a bit of meat, cheese, ham and all coated into one amazing piece of food.

So I heard that there was no way that I would ever finish this, that "bigger men then you have knelt before the 'zagrebacki' and walked away proud to have come half way" and that I would get a tip of the hat as a man's man if I was to take the whole piece out. Now naturally that is not the goal, the goal is to eat a meal, meaning, a bowl of salad, the 'zagrebacki', the potatoes, and dessert. My dad was laughing at me before we got the food. He saw the look in my eyes, I was a kid who was about to get the biggest treat ever, but he also thought that there was no way that I would finish it all, I mean how could I, usually this was shared by two people and there were leftovers to be had.



That is me at the halfway mark, the first half has been digested, the salad is gone, and the roasted potatoes are proving to be no match for me. I am ready for more with the knowledge that this has been nothing for a man of my appetite. Let me though give you some info on this lovely piece of meat. It is veal, meaning it is about as soft as a baby skin, and it melts in your mouth, chewing is optional. There is a delicious ooze of cheese with every slice of the knife that just adds flavor (and fills you) and makes your mouth tingle. The only issue was that I am a hasty fellow and well biting into this is a bit tricky, cause the cheese is reallllly hot, so if you are an over eager eater like me, then chances are you will burn your mouth, and even your teeth will feel like they are en fuego!



Last quarter before me, and I am feeling like Kobe must feel, the game is on the line, it all comes down to this, but I feel no pressure, and I have never been more confident in my stomach then I am at this moment!



There is the last bite before me, and I am not even straining, the potatoes are gone, and I feel like I got a 10 point lead with 30 seconds to go. The other team can try to foul me, but they got no chance, and so I prepare for the last bite of this delicious 'zagrebacki' and I know that I will miss the big guy, and wish that he was just a bit longer so we can spend some more time admiring one another.



Now I’m a bit sad, I got nothing left in front of me and I think that I could fit another one in me, and not strain. That could be the wine thinking though; it has been by my side to wash down each mouthful.



What this.....it’s a piece of my dad's schnitzel and it is all mine!!! MMMMmmMMMM it is a perfect filler for my tummy and I polish it off with the biggest smile on my face, knowing that I have conquered the 'zagrebacki' and then some, just cause I can.



Clean plate ladies and gents! That is how Lav does it....



ICE CREAM!!!!!!! Man this really is my day! And the waiters were confused, we ordered 2 scoops of ice cream for me, but with two different waiters, and I had just polished the first bowl, when the second waiter comes with another bowl! He drops it on the table and says it is on the house....and my smile just grows as I go to town on the second ice cream bowl, which was more like 4 scoops, compared to the first one. I let my dad get in on the ice cream action too, but he is looking like the guy in monthy python, and is refusing the last bombon for fear of exploding. Me, I am as happy as a fat kid can be, as long as I’m not actually a fat kid!


I ate my ass of, and the best part was that everything is so well made with such good ingredients that I did not feel bloated, nor was I queasy. Nope I was satisfied and hoping to return again soon and enjoy my meal with a little less pressure then this time. Safe in the knowledge that tomorrow at work, two colleagues will be tipping their hats to me.

A interesting side note, this did not sit on my stomach the whole day, nope, it was so damn good and well cooked and free of trans fats and grease that it was less heavy on the stomach then a double whopper which once had me feeling like I had 10 extra pounds of rocks in my stomach.

Restaurant Ribic will be a tour stop for anyone who comes to visit me in Croatia, the food is amazing, the portions make the big cheese seem stingy, the service is first rate, and the wine is smooth and easy flowing. The vibe is totally Miami with light pink/orange, grapefruit colored, walls and waiters wearing similar dress shirts. So come one come all, I challenge you to an eating contest! My belly knows no fear!

And the biggest props go to Dad, aka Berni, for taking me for the amazing lunch! I owe you one.

HVALA TATA ZA RUCAK!!!!!

update, no smart thoughts at all, disregards this really, its a pointless entry

What is there to say, I am now a working man, or rather i am a man who is supposed to be working. The transition into a job is not a hard process, getting something to actually do, unless you are heading a department is. So my day is spent at some meetings where we have some basic level introductions to department heads, and there are plenty of them, then we create a short memo of the meeting, and then poof, back to kind of, sort of, do not really mention it, but doing nothing. See that is the issue, we will have a project coming up next week, and untill then, we are kind of in that state where there is nothing to do, the prep work is done, and we are waiting on documentation to analyze before we go in.

Why in the hell am I possibly complaining about having a lack of work? This guy is nuts, but really I am dying to do something, to learn something, to be needed for my brain, or what is left of it since it began a prolonged vacation last April.

Jenny is on her way back to SOUTH CENTRAL EUROPE, which makes me excited, she promises to bring supplies (gummies, milkas, nutella, kinder, all those things kids like me love). I am hoping she brings good weather like she did the last time she came here, that was appreciated. T’was warm back then, I am down with warm coming back. Plus it will be good to see Jenny go beer for beer with Neven and then have them discuss German television celebrities as I wonder why the hell I am still paying attn. to such a silly convo. If it is actually nice and warm weather then I would love to take the little one to Plitvice for a day.

I am getting a business phone, that can only call within the firm, which is pretty useless when you think about it. It has no benefits of someone paying your cell  which sucks, cause I was dying for a job perk, alas that will have to wait.

Luna has arrived in Rome, I wonder how that experience will be for her, I am sure it will be amazing, you cannot have more fun then studying abroad. Pretty much all you do is drink and party, and claim you are studying and learning a culture, where really what you learn is to say cheers, order a round of shots, a pitcher of beer, and where you can get the best drunk snack at 4 am. Yeah, I want to see pictures. She should do a blog to document her trip, but then again Luna is far to lazy for that I think.

Adventures in Germany II

Part Deux,

On a cold and blustery day, which was similar to most every day, Jen and I hopped into the little speedsters precious Honda and set off to Osnabruck. First order of business was Michi, who had recently become a daddy which in itself is a bit of a shock considering that less than a year and a half ago he was in Miami, partying with us like a nice irresponsible twenty something, and now he has a precious bundle that just wants to put stuff in his mouth, that he calls Len. It was great to see Jen get down and play with the little kid, she always claims that she has no interest in babies and how she is not a big fan but everyone knows she is a total softie on the inside, and just pretends to be a tough cookie. But you really get to see how becoming a dad changes someone, as Michi was totally obsessed with his boy, he was showing us videos that were taken three days ago, and it was as if it was not even for us but more for himself that he wanted to see them again, and not miss a single moment of Len's life, which was so admirable.

Following our baby adventure, we went to see the BIG BABY, or at least I claim would be the perfect Halloween costume for large. We went to his house, where his dad kept bottles of beer popping out of nowhere and Pascal made sure that there was a never ending cast of visitors stopping by. I have to say it was totally cool. I think almost every single person that I have met who has visited Pascal in the almost 2 years that we lived together showed up on a freezing Sunday night to chit chat, relieve old stories and see what everyone has been up to since the last time we met up. It is strange because I was like a host for most of the visitors in Miami, showing them around, giving them tips on where to go, and taking them out clubbing. It is strange but I kind of like the role of being the host, and someone who leads others around and shows them the best of a place, or at least what he thinks is the best of the place. Jenny is similar I have a feeling she loves it too, but she is more of a democracy then I am, I just take people where I think is good, and really discourage them from places that do not interest me, Jen is much more open and willing to let them do what they want to do. In any case it was a great evening seeing Pascal and everyone. It is so strange but when Jen and me were casting for a house mate way back in November of 06, never did we imagine that the 6 ft 8inches (205 cm) giant that had to bend his head to walk through doors would turn out to be such a great roommate and a great friend. That was the Benevento house, and anyone who happened to spend some time there during the 2 years we were there for knows what I am talking about, there was always something going on, you were never for a second bored or lonely in the Benevento house, there were visitors, parties, basketball game watching, beach days, barbecues and countless pregames held there.

Next day J and I anticipated that we would be going back to the Heartz for skiing and snowboarding, but thank god that we did not, we were both so totally tired and exhausted. Instead we spent the day chilling and then we had Large come over to Bad Oeynhausen and we all went to the Bali Therme, which is a kickass place. It is a bunch of pools that are heated by underground springs, and it has a whole Indonesian vibe feel where the three of us recapped our times in Miami and tried to make plans for when we would all see each other again.

SKIIIING! That was the news of the day, it was time for shaky knee's Lav to learn to Ski, and man oh man, was that an adventure. So first is walking in those boots, man that is a mission, and has anyone noticed that Ski's are kind of heavy, not at first, but when you have to climb up to get to the slope cause that’s the only way there, dude....Once I got there I strapped in and started going, well going is not the right way to describe it, I would being to slide and freak out. Usually like a bad cartoon I would go down backwards, sideways and any which way, I would attempt to break but that was laughable, mainly I would fall into a heap of cris crossed ski’s and my legs in angles I never dreamed I could pull off. But those initial problems were quickly solved and I thought myself to be well on my way, except I had to learn how to turn and that is no easy feat, or at least not when your instructor, and well mine being Jen’s dad who has been skiing since before he was born, tells you to lean into the valley (meaning put all your weight into that big drop down there and do not worry it will all be ok) which seems simple enough, except what you know you should do and what your body does are two total opposite things, it took me some time to get used to that. I ended up in several hedges of the forest because of my lack of shifting weight in the turn, or not mastering slowing down into the turn and thus just ramming myself right into the forest, where my ski’s would be so tangled I looked like those people who play the game where you spin the spinner and put your hands and legs on the colored patches on plastic and you end up in funky contorted usually very explicit poses. Now I managed to get a hang of the whole turning thing soon, and I was picking up speed, a few times I would go into a turn and come out going twice as fast somehow and then with my increased speed it resulted in lack of future turns on the way down, and into a full speed descent down the mountain…..not a good idea if you cannot stop, so just about when it looked like I would crash into the host of people waiting by the lift, I decided to sacrifice for my fellow humans by throwing myself onto the ground and trying to stop by clawing my hands into the snow.
All in all it was amazing, after about two hours I felt like a pro, which is why you see that facebook picture of me, do I not look like I could be in a slalom race, or any of those? I was totally impressed with Jen though; man she can board like it is nothing. I mean wow, totally cool, I will have to try that next time, she was weaving and curling and it was impressive to see her look so damn cool! I also managed to fall of the lift once, and instead of just going to the line and getting a free lift up again, I walked up the whole way, like a moron in snow shoes in snow that was knee deep. Let me just say that this was the first and last time that I will ever do that again, I was so damn tired of carrying those ski’s up the slope and trying to not have my feet sink to my knees on every step.
With that our adventures in northern Germany were coming to a close, we had some great times, lots of great dinners (the duck was delicious, especially when Jen’s dad pretended he was dancing with the duck just to scare Jenny, who has a fear or rather is completely disgusted by raw meat). It was New Year’s Day and we had a date with a train back to Mannheim. A pleasant 5 hour ride later we were in Mannheim and planning for the evening, we would be going to a club called Baton Rouge with some students from Jen’s Uni, including Simon who was this totally nice dude who just happened to be completely wasted, and was hilarious all night long. The DJ was pretty good and we had some fun time dancing, but the time seemed to go by real fast, it was almost 3 am before we noticed and all of a sudden it felt as if the playlist was on repeat as the same songs were coming back on, probably the DJ had some extra bubbly and was in no mood to keep up the creativity so we slowly made our way home. I say slowly, because the whole city was icy, I do not know if it rained or what but there was a thin layer of ice everywhere that made for some nice sliding, though it was fun to slide for a few meters until I almost cracked head a few times and was more careful.
Then slowly the worst days started coming, it is when you know that the trip is almost over, and I was about to be heading back to Zagreb again, and parting with Jenny. You always hear how people can get used to anything, that it is just a matter of routine, well Jen and I have parted ways so many times, and it is never easy, in fact it is harder with each visit. We made some lovely dinners and lunches those last few days, and watched several movies, it was a great time, on the last night we went out to this cocktail bar that is on top of a tower, it is in the center of Mannheim and it overlooks the whole city, 360 degrees around, a great view. There was talk of some cocktail specials but alas they had changed the specials with the new year, so I was ready to order some celebrity (the names of all the cocktails are celebrity names, and they kind of go with their personality) when I see a picture of Clint Eastwood looking all cool and well like Clint Eastwood, so I had to have his drink, and Jenny had a Jude Law, which is hilarious cause I always imagined Jude Law as a sissy, and when she got some large glass that had pineapple, and all other fruits I knew it was Jude Law for sure, there was barely a hint of alcohol which confirmed that Jude Law is a girly drink and a girly dude. Clint was like a kick up the ass, it was 3 kinds of rum with a dash of lime juice and lemon squeezed into him, Jenny said that she could smell the alcohol across the table. We even got to go drinks, I had Uma Thurman and Jen tried another English/Scottish/British/Pompous actor, who in this case was Colin Farrell, who I will admit was more of a manly drink then Jude Law could ever hope to be.
With that my trip was over, all that remained was a train ride to the airport, and one tearful goodbye with my Jenny, we parted ways on a train platform, with tears and kisses, totally movie cliché style, I even had something fall out of my pocket onto the tracks, but to be honest, I would not have had it any other way. There was the slight matter of finding a seat on a packed and booked out train, while having tears down your cheeks that was a bit unsettling and got me a seat quicker than normal, but that was that. Oh yeah, I was 7 kilos overweight and had to repack, and pay a bit of a fee, but it was worth it. I even have olive oil that Jenny got me, along with 10 milka chocolates :) All in all my adventures in Germany were awesome, and there was not a thing I would change about them, well except to appreciate every hug and kiss more than I did, and maybe try and not get a cold sore on the second day, and thus lose about 7 days of getting kissed.

Let it Snow

Isnt it amazing, thats from my window, in the morning.
I woke up and saw that the city was covered in white gold, twas so pretty, and the park outside my window had yet to have a single step ruin the perfection of the snow blanket that fell over Zagreb.


This was as I walked toward a tram station in New Zagreb, where i was picking up some documents related to work, i loves how the trees and the tracks looked.



Snow is so amazing, it covers all the imperfections and makes everything a pristine white, until people wake up, move around, cars make their way, then it becomes a gray/black mixture that looks like rain puddles and is far from the perfection it was before.

What i loved most about the snow today, as i was taking my grandma to her doctor, was that there was a beautiful blue clear sky above me, with a sun shining so bright, white gold all around the floor, and snow was still falling, there were amazing flakes trickling down.....

Adventures in Germany I

I have just come back from an amazing vacation in Germany, I was there for 15 days. I arrived in Stuttgart, and went right to Mannheim to see Jen, who had a little cold, that she managed to brave very well. We made it to Heidelberg with her buddy Fabian and some other peoples the following night, for what was an eventful night (I broke my jacket in two places, we met people who are going to MBA in the USA without taking the GMAT, and we managed to freeze our asses off). I had my UniClub experience the following night, now this is truly something everyone should have: You arrive in this restaurant/bar/wooden place, where they have great beer on tap in all sizes, with large tables and lots of cushy pillows to sit on, if you look up onto the ceiling you will notice that there are tables glued to it, looking down at you like a mirror, with cutlery, menu's and everything glued on, but the real treat is the SCHNITZEL! Two big pieces that come with a mountain of thin crispy french fries, and a large portion of salad....MMMMmmmmMMMMM

Then was the train ride to Bad Oeynhausen, which lasted 6 long hours, mainly due to severe train delays cause of an engine problem, and more likely the fact that half of Germany was on a train going somewhere for the holidays. But the ride was worth it, we get to Jen's parents house and we have fresh squeezed OJ waiting for us, and dinner....MMMMmmmMMMMM again. Delicious, you really could not have asked for more, it was some soft meat in a sick sauce, man i was drooling over it! Christmas came and went, I gave some hopefully good presents, and I received some lovely ones a scarf, tie, soft as all hell towel, sweater, chocolates, etc. And ate a good piece of fish, very nice! There also was a 7km walk around some swamps, which was good, cause the air was fresh, and the walk was nice, i like to walk, and i mean the swamps were not much, in fact not even swampy, a few ponds, and some amazing sunset pictures, and others



We went hiking up the Brocken, which was a total trip, it looked like a winter wonderland. I seriously felt as if i was in the disney cartoon, and there was someone singing

Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Damn disney, im looking for a clip and i cannot find anything, they are tight asses with videos of that little mouse. Suffice it to say that it was amazing, a clear blue sky

and snow everywhere, pine trees covered with snow, and the whole time i was expecting a white tiger or moose or some other winter animal to come out of the trees and greet us....and half the time we were walking on half a meter of snow on top of little streams or who knows what, but it was not a path by any means, we just kind of went into the forest and navigated, SPECTACULAR!....and i love this picture
Thats my Jenny chilling over a bridge with a stream flowing underneath, with the top kind of fake frozen, but the current strong underneath...the solitude you feel while walking is crazy, one moment there are 10 other people there, and you turn a corner and you feel as if there is no one for miles, and you are lost in a forest and who knows what kind of snow wolf will eat you


There is a feeling of peacefulness and total calm that you feel as you climb a winding path towards a target with snow all around you. The sun beating down on you, making you reconsider wearing that sweater under the jacket as you begin to sweat, and yet the snow is showing no signs of giving up its domination of the terrain. As soon as you turn a corner you are more grateful for the sweater's warmth as the shade makes the temperature drop several degrees in an instant.

Tomorrow on the blog: Skiing, LARGE, New Years, Mannheim, Train Scams, Leaving Jen, Zagreb again

If

IF

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 imposters 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 with 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

The Sky Is The Limit

Sometimes you feel lost, as if you are drifting in space, and you feel like the gravity of the sun or the stars is sucking you away from the earth, and slowly you begin to suffocate, and just at that moment. HOPE springs eternal giving you a lifeline, no matter how slim, it is there and you cling onto it, harder and stronger then ever before. You now have a path to success and you do everything to make sure that it stays as open as possible, and that entails you clearing all other thoughts from your mind, and then, just then, there is a song that blasts over your I-Pod

And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,

You lie down to bed, and think that no matter what happens you will have an option down the line....

BUT FUCK THAT

Lil Wayne says it best, the fucking sky is the limit, and if you do not grind till you get it then you do not deserve it

The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat

and that alone makes you feel like there is something more, that you deserve it, as if you might be dwayne wadem and fuck the bullshit, but you are the best, and you do fucking deserve the best.

However, this is real life, and you aint no fucking DWAYNE WADE, you are a fucking punk, or so you think, you do not believe in you. After all, D-Wade is a an all star and you aint nothing

Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that im goin be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
Cuz the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,

Yet the man says "The sky is the limit" so you think maybe it is possible, but you do not let it hit it you. You do not believe it, to do so would make you a punk just like all the other times you have believed it, and have been let down and felt as if the sky was not the limit, rather the weight of the world falling on your shoulders and crushing you beneath its weight and expectations. Yet for some reason you think that this time will be different but, who the fuck are you to know anything? You are a punk, a kid, a brat who just hopes for a chance to show that he has something worth of value within himself, some redeeming quality that can change the world. An idea that will make OBAMA blush.

Beyond your means?
Is it
Inside your dreams?
Can it
Never come out cause it's scared to
Unprepared to
Too worried about the words of the people it's weird to
You don't want them to hear you
You just wish there was a door that would appear that you can go disappear through

Then the phone rings, your world is on hold. You are frozen as the words get spoken, and you hope against every bone in your body that you will not disappear through that door. and somehow you manage to hear the words, that idea, from their side, that you are special, that you are worth something, and then you know

The sky is the limit

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We were told that if we put our heads down, worked hard in high school, studied, went to class, paid attention that we would go to a good college. That should of tipped us off, it was the first lie they told us. Then they said, you will find yourself in college, but keep a good GPA, study hard, party hard on weekends, keep up with your work, do an internship or two, endear yourself to professors, graduate on time with some sort of honors, and you will get a good job, and life will flow smoothly from there. What a crock of shit. At that point we should have known something was up. Then they tell you to get a credit card, spend reasonably on it, within your means, build your credit, create a home, it is all good for when you need to get a mortgage on a house or a loan for that first car you buy in your name, and you follow, again alarm bells should be ringing at this point. Still you listen and follow the path. You get a car you cannot afford, because the dealer convinces you that really you can with some ‘fuzzy math’ and there you go, you get that nice pink slip within a few weeks. CONGRATULATIONS! Welcome to the world. Oh and before we forget, just wait, just wait till you see the bill you will get in about 25 years courtesy of what your current leaders, politicians, business men, lobbyists, and of course parents. Enjoy the rest of your life, because you will spend it paying off the excess and fuckups of the baby boomers and your parents, all because we are the least involved generation, who just tunes out, and gets the shortest end of the stick. Wake up guys. Start noticing that today’s decisions, bailouts, tax cuts, will be paid by YOU, China has no interest in acquiring more US debt, it is going to come out of your living standards, your paycheck and your hours spent at work away from your children to pay back today’s problems. We will be the first generation that has a lower standard of living in modern history.
Ask questions about how the $700 billion is going to be paid back? Why is no question being asked about bank management and their ridiculous bonuses and questionable decisions, but the Detroit crowd is getting killed for less than 5% of the money that was given to Wall St. And why does anyone let a bunch of Senators who are in the pocket of Toyota, Honda, BMW, Mercedes, and whose only goal is to LOWER wages of workers…how on earth does this make sense to anyone in the middle of a recession, why is no one writing letters to these idiots?