What a weird day, my friend. Those dreams coming out of the blue. They were so real, I couldn't resist them... But this is not what I want to tell you. Hopefully most of you are watching European Championship at the moment, and the rest of you are already accostumed to the fact that I don't say any relevant thing in my blog. Because this blog is still not about a story of characters who have conflicts in their lives, they are struggling and there is catharsis at the end. The story in which a character recognizes movies by its music and spends most of his time attending concerts. This is still me getting on bike every morning to work, going to run in Vondelpark after and trying to go to sleep at midnight. Not much to say - to be honest. And it doesn't mean nothing happens to me. So much things are happening, but still. The question - is it really happening to me? - is still there. I need time to integrate everything in my life. Actually, I think I have a special definition w...
Well, I'm not very diligent keeping my blog updated and tidy. Not many of you are complaining! For those who still keep some faith in me and click by accident on my blog (I don't assume there is another reason), I thought to share with you some data about the the yearly amount of visits on My Only Planet. Last March I started to use Histats on my blog (a hidden tracker) with the help of which I could see how often you visit my blog. I wanted to make the tracker visible a long time ago... I just didn't get there yet. To compensate this deficiency, I would like to share with you some interesting data and a screenshot to show you what you had done in a year. - My favourite hit was from Kuala Lumpur googleing 'weapons of harmony'. - I'm very much surprised by the strong interest in my blog from New Zealand. I would have never thought of it. - Prague doesn't surprise me, though. Good people are there:) - My sweet Hungarian and Dutch Readers, All I hope is that I ...
(My favourite part from the book I'm reading) A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked: 'Are you writing a story about what we've done? Is it a story about me?' His grandmother stopped writing her letter instead and said to her grandson. 'I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.' Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. it didn't seem very special. 'But it's like any other pencil I've ever seen.' 'That depends onhow you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world. 'First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will. 'Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writ...
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