The Snow Globe

It's funny what a simple object mean to you sometimes. Like this little snowglobe i have. It was given to me by a girl who made me feel that I was special, that I was the love of her life. That girl is gone now. She decided I wasn't good enough for her anymore. She said her love is dead, she fell out of love. So I say to myself, does true love really exist ? Because if someone describes you as the love of her life, it should mean you are an integral part of her life, and someone who should be at least afraid to lose you... But it so happens that when you give too much love, you get taken for granted. And that's how it went. I'm just stuck with a snowglobe, which i shake every now and then, wishing it will shake the feelings of who gave it to me too in the process...

Getting the Corporate Image...

I'm quite a careless man, I admit that. But now i have to try and organise myself a bit better. So i buy Monocle magazine, which looks like a serious one. It's designed for people who know what beautiful things are, what to buy and how to use them. One problem though, it leans a lot on minimalism. I am not a minimalist person. I like the clatter of beautiful things around me. The more the merrier as they say. But I still buy monocle. It has articles running about companies being taken over for a gazillion euros, runs adverts of watches costing more than I will earn in my lifetime. But I still buy it. If I can't have the watch, i can always admire it in an advert. I also bought a blackberry, now lying on my bedside table. It kind of bites me, I can't make head or tail of it. So Monocle and Blackberry, but i guess I'm still a Nokia and GQ kind of person....