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another page in my diary

silver girl 4 u — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 14:22:22 GMT

another page in my diary

Today I felt that I must write about my feelings :S It`s not an easy thing and not only because I`m not writing in my mother tongue... (I know that my English is poor)

Ok so let`s start. Every night I fall asleep thinking about my daily problems, friends, dead persons (that`s a little muhahha) n I hope that tomorrow won`t be as nonsensical as the previous day. Everything is a routine and sometimes I become bored of this life...yea I know I should be glad about the nature, friends, gifts but I`ve found out that all these things are temporary and the most important thing in our lives is to discover our souls and to open them . That`s why I`m trying to do every single day but I always fail.

Now I know. I`m like all the ppl: a sentimental and dreamy teenager. In vain I try to hide myself. I`m sentimental. I`m ridiculous. In this afternoon I`m sad. And I don`t have no reason to be sad. I shouldn`t be so. I`m looking at two poplars through the window.

I`m melancholy so I`m stupid. Why am I so weak-minded and without personality? As a proof for my weak will: instead of fighting against this melancholy mood caused by those December clouds I started to write is this notebook ...the lines which will be never read by someone

Love Passage

silver girl 4 u — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:27:45 GMT

Love Passage

If I can speak beautifully and can sing like an angel, but don`t love others, I sound like a child banging on a piano or a screeching radio.

If I`m very smart, almost a genius, if I can figure out the hardest math problems and understand sentence diagrams, but don`t love others, I am nothing.

Love will stand in line and wait its turn.

Love looks for the good in others.

Love doesn`t always want what others have, and it doesn`t brag about what it does have.

Love is polite, even the other person is rude.

Love doesn`t always have to be first.

Love doesn`t get angry over the small things, and it doesn`t remember one reason after another to be hurt.

Love isn`t happy when someone else fails but is happy with the truth.

Love will always protect others, especially those who are often picked on or teased.

Love always believes the best about others and is steady and true.

Love never gives up. Preaching will stop someday. So will speeches. Knowledge will come to an end. Today we only know part of what there is to know. We can preach and speak only with a small part of understanding, but when perfection comes than what is imperfect will go away. :D

Flower of the South

silver girl 4 u — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 19:59:49 GMT

Flower of the South

Take, take this flower in your hand

Don't ask how I'll manage without you

Put it on your heart

Let it remind you of me

My white flower

My faraway world

Come, come back

Be mine again

Everything of me is forever

Yours in this lifetime

Flower from the south, still close to the sea

I'm waiting for you

Still waiting for you

I love something that is not there anymore

You're just my vision from past time

super song trust me :D