About Cube

There’s something in the way you are, in your kindness, in your look that makes me write about you. For sure you deserve it.

You came into my life after the summer of 2002. From the first day I knew we’re not going to be just simple friends. You made me happy right from the beginning. When I was sad, you made me laugh with your childish games, with that playful spark in your eyes. Those shiny dark eyes which let me know you never lie. Just how could you?

I watch you sleep sometimes. Just peacefully lieing on your back, making an enormous snort every now and then. That brings a smile to my face.
I also talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back. You don’t even have to. I know you understand every last word I say, for you know me much better then anyone else on this globe. You know my thoughts, my voice, you even recognise my footsteps when I came home. And just what a great feeling it is; coming home to you. You come up to me just as I arrive and greet me with unspeakable delight. Not some made up mask, but honest cheer.

Funny thing is that I can never get angry on you. Even when you’re being bad you give me that worried gaze of regret and I forget everything.
Whenever you feel lonesome, you lick my hand and sit by me so that I can scratch your back. I bet you could stand that all day long. But we can’t have all day. We also have to make time for your daily race with the cats out in the park. Now that’s when I die laughing! You charge right up to them pussys with a victorious roar but in most cases they don’t give a damn about you bacause of your size. So you just slow down, giving one last dim grunt at it then you come back to me complaining.

You won’t lay down if I ask you, you hardly even sit, nor when you’re begging for my meal. You rather stare at me and whine, knowing that your goal is guaranteed this way. Plus sometimes you make such an enormous mass that I have to clean the whole flat after you. But you know what? That’s all okay. Because we are a team. And I’m glad to have such a superior teammate as you. Thanks pal! Thank you Kocka! :)

Overworking Lifestyle?

The lecture has just ended and the seminar’s about to begin. A sweet tiny dash from the A-wing to the Z. But don’t you worry little student, if you can make it, there’s a whole lot of fun waiting for you: examination period in two weeks. –And I could go on with mentioning many-many more of such excitements, but I simply don’t have the time to do so.

My point is: three of the most stressed occupations are prime minister, brain surgeon and student. That’s right, student. For he’s the poor little devil sitting behind the desk all day long, just listenig to some hotchpotch, which is sometimes so terribly boring that it’s more like a torture than a lesson. Moreover, the badly damaged dask makes an awkwardly big red mark on the face if one accidentaly falls asleep. Arriving at home at the end of the day, having breakfast, starting to learn for tomorrow, waking up after a half hour-nap on the book, cleaning your slaver up from it and so on, until you can finaly go to bad. Oops! Still not. It’s morning already.

All right, maybe I’m overreacting a bit. What if it’s not even owerworking and it’s just me unable to dispouse my time well? A well educated person just has to learn a lot after all, doesn’t he? The university surley is the place to do so, but why on earth can’t we learn from lesson to lesson, like we do on seminars? If we do have to learn a lot anyway, why do we have that disgusting exam-period? It’s like havin five or four school-leaving exam at the end of one semester. That’s crazy.

On the other hand, I know that I could learn a lot better, even under the present circumstances by learning all day, but what about my freetime than? It would all be gone. I’ve heard a saying from a fellow student lately. It says: „There’s a right time for everything and that’s university”.

But none of us is forced to learn, it is our own decision. I surely belive that we, students all know what a great value knowladge means. And for this reason, we will always work hard to meet the requirements. Once we are through, it will be even lovelier to say to ourselves: we’ve done it.

onesentencethought

In the gapping freeze of a deadly dark universe, deep down in the atmosphere of a lonely glimmering star, under the weight of heavily sagging skies, beneath the blackening of soggy fat clouds, dropped on the stiff surface of a cruelly spinning globe, on the grounds of frustration, in the land of despondency, in the endless valley of unanswered questions, in the city of desperation, on the nasty street of helplessness, at the sky high building of confusion, far beyond the point of no return, standing in the pouring rain, there you are waiting for her.