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Saturday, August 1, 2009, 12:27 AM
This is Vienna
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Vienna, the most beautiful city in the world. I can stand here today and swear by that fact now that i've actually seen it. What can i say, it was the time of my life, it was the time of our lives. I don't think any of us, from all the countries, are gonna forget the World youth theatre festival in Vienna, everything kinda had this spec of perfection and this uncanny knack to leave you craving for more of it. It was fun while it lasted. Alot happened, a lot changed, and as cliche as this may sound, i found this little part of me i never knew existed before, the way i see the world is gonna be alot different. And i think this is true for many of us, we grew together as an ensamble, shared the glory of that stage, twice, together, endured what we had to endure, enjoyed what we could, said what we needed to say, burned hours of sleep just so we could spend more time together in the beauty,made connections with people from around the world that will last for a very long time, and made every single insignificant moment feel like forever, just because we could. While we were there, i kept a daily journal thing which i've made into a little book with small hopes of someday publishing. Suddenly, i really miss the place. The food, the weather, the dorm, the beds, the toilet, the stage, the theatre chairs, the dining hall, the Irish, the English, the Romanians, the German, the Thai, the Slovakian, the Slovenian, the Danes, the Maltese, the Israelis, the Palastines, the Hungarians, the Lingen, the Serbians, the Lithuanians and the Czechs. Re-wind time. If only i could. Pfft. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao |
the machiavellian ist
Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want? |
partnersincrime
One day when i wake up and find the motive and time to link anybody, i'll let you know. backtoyesterday
+ Snort. + I wrapped myself in a bag + And it's all that i want it to be + La Fille Danse + She's angry like a child, but how sweet. + City rain, City streets + I'd already know + But life goes on, without you. + I'll be seeing you + Fly wheni'mgone
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