My OperaHAPPY NEW YEAR FOR EVERYONE!
Friday, December 31, 2010 7:51:19 PM
May all of your wishes come true! =)
May all of your wishes come true! =)
for sure.
Friday, December 24, 2010 1:51:55 PM
There are no winners in the waiting game, only losers.
=)
Monday, December 6, 2010 12:00:36 PM
ha, long time... =)
Today I would like to write about the mystery of getting acquainted with someone.
Actually, I'm gonna write about disappearance of this mystery from the process.)) No, really - you meet someone, you add him on facebook (or analogue of it which, I guess, exist in every country:))- and you already know everything about this person! Marital status, age, everything which is shown on photos - whatever!
This practice is becoming soooo common! And therefore - sooooo boring!
Do you stay in touch for a long time with person whom you've added on fb?
Decided to try another plan. =)
Today I would like to write about the mystery of getting acquainted with someone.
Actually, I'm gonna write about disappearance of this mystery from the process.)) No, really - you meet someone, you add him on facebook (or analogue of it which, I guess, exist in every country:))- and you already know everything about this person! Marital status, age, everything which is shown on photos - whatever!
This practice is becoming soooo common! And therefore - sooooo boring!
Do you stay in touch for a long time with person whom you've added on fb?
Decided to try another plan. =)
one night and one more time...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010 10:07:38 AM
Thinking 'bout the restart of writing here))
Now I mostly write on LJ (practically for 2 years!)), but I guess it would be useful to write here too.
We'll see.
Now I mostly write on LJ (practically for 2 years!)), but I guess it would be useful to write here too.
We'll see.
Teresa de Calcuta
Wednesday, September 1, 2010 10:02:00 AM
"A veces las personas son egoístas, ilógicas e insensatas…
Aún así, perdónalas.
Si eres amable, las personas pueden acusarte de ser egoísta e interesado…
Aún así, sé gentil.
Si eres vencedor, tendrás algunos falsos amigos y algunos enemigos verdaderos…
Aún así, vence.
Si eres honesto y franco, las personas pueden engañarte…
Aún así, sé honesto y franco.
Lo que tardaste años para construir, alguien puede destruirlo de una hora para otra…
Aún así, construye.
Si tienes paz y eres feliz, las personas pueden sentir envidia…
Aún así, sé feliz.
El bien que hagas hoy, puede ser olvidado mañana…
Aún así, haz el bien.
Da al mundo lo mejor de ti, aunque eso pueda nunca ser suficiente…
Aún así… Da lo mejor de ti mismo.
Y recuerda que, a fin de cuentas…
Es entre tú y Dios. Nunca fue entre tú y ellos."
Aún así, perdónalas.
Si eres amable, las personas pueden acusarte de ser egoísta e interesado…
Aún así, sé gentil.
Si eres vencedor, tendrás algunos falsos amigos y algunos enemigos verdaderos…
Aún así, vence.
Si eres honesto y franco, las personas pueden engañarte…
Aún así, sé honesto y franco.
Lo que tardaste años para construir, alguien puede destruirlo de una hora para otra…
Aún así, construye.
Si tienes paz y eres feliz, las personas pueden sentir envidia…
Aún así, sé feliz.
El bien que hagas hoy, puede ser olvidado mañana…
Aún así, haz el bien.
Da al mundo lo mejor de ti, aunque eso pueda nunca ser suficiente…
Aún así… Da lo mejor de ti mismo.
Y recuerda que, a fin de cuentas…
Es entre tú y Dios. Nunca fue entre tú y ellos."
Isn't It?
Sunday, September 16, 2007 3:55:52 PM
These ideas were born in conversation with my friend and it seems that we were discussing a book)) Partially, that's true.
We're strange people.
We wake up in the morning, make ourselves to go out of bed and go to a bathroom. We drink our coffee and hurry somewhere. It doesn't matter where: to the work, to study or anything else. And we feel loneliness. Rankling, it doesn't leave us. We wanna be with somebody or to be smth for somebody. We run, hurry, we change buses, but this feeling doesn't leave us. We are looking for somebody all the time. And we can't find. We're like parts of one chain. We want to link, but we can't. We fall in love, send flowers to smb, we wake up in one's beds. But parts of the chain don't link. And we continue to look for smb.
We are strange people. We have a lot to tell each other. But we hide everything deep in ourselves, believing that nobody will understand us. We keep silent, believing that people around us is a crowd which will never feel and appreciate what we feel. There are only the closest to us people. But we hide everything even from them. Deeper. It should never slip out. In the mornings streets are full of hurriers. And in the eyes of them we see "I have a lot to tell. But you won't understand me. I'd better keep silent." Hundreds of people. Thousands. And in the eyes of all of them this dumb "hide".
We are strange peolple. We put on ourselves smiles and masks of indifference in order not to show to anybody what we feel. Our faces become faces from covers of magazines: smile or indifference - and nothing else. It seems that we are always awaiting of aggression, even from out closest people. We enter the room, meet our friends, and take our shield - smile or indifference. And in the eyes - only challenge.
We are strange people. Very strange.
We're strange people.
We wake up in the morning, make ourselves to go out of bed and go to a bathroom. We drink our coffee and hurry somewhere. It doesn't matter where: to the work, to study or anything else. And we feel loneliness. Rankling, it doesn't leave us. We wanna be with somebody or to be smth for somebody. We run, hurry, we change buses, but this feeling doesn't leave us. We are looking for somebody all the time. And we can't find. We're like parts of one chain. We want to link, but we can't. We fall in love, send flowers to smb, we wake up in one's beds. But parts of the chain don't link. And we continue to look for smb.
We are strange people. We have a lot to tell each other. But we hide everything deep in ourselves, believing that nobody will understand us. We keep silent, believing that people around us is a crowd which will never feel and appreciate what we feel. There are only the closest to us people. But we hide everything even from them. Deeper. It should never slip out. In the mornings streets are full of hurriers. And in the eyes of them we see "I have a lot to tell. But you won't understand me. I'd better keep silent." Hundreds of people. Thousands. And in the eyes of all of them this dumb "hide".
We are strange peolple. We put on ourselves smiles and masks of indifference in order not to show to anybody what we feel. Our faces become faces from covers of magazines: smile or indifference - and nothing else. It seems that we are always awaiting of aggression, even from out closest people. We enter the room, meet our friends, and take our shield - smile or indifference. And in the eyes - only challenge.
We are strange people. Very strange.
From The Inside
Monday, June 4, 2007 6:25:31 PM
I need a friend. No, really. Sure, I have friends and I love them very much.
Do You have a diary? I mean not available to everybody, but your own, private, diary which you would like not to show to anybody? Where you can write about all your doubts, rises and falls, about your weaknesses, where you can complain on anything and anybody? When You're sad, stressed, you put your thoughts down to your diary, and feel yourself better. And that's great.
Sometimes I need someone who will be like this diary - it sounds strange and a bit selfish, but...
Somebody who won't lie, hurt, who will help, who will just listen, who won't interrupt me...
Unfortunately, such people don't exist. I believe that everybody (and me too) is selfish less or more, and, honestly to say, man is alone on the Earth - I mean not physically, but in soul - everybody is on his own.
Do You have a diary? I mean not available to everybody, but your own, private, diary which you would like not to show to anybody? Where you can write about all your doubts, rises and falls, about your weaknesses, where you can complain on anything and anybody? When You're sad, stressed, you put your thoughts down to your diary, and feel yourself better. And that's great.
Sometimes I need someone who will be like this diary - it sounds strange and a bit selfish, but...
Somebody who won't lie, hurt, who will help, who will just listen, who won't interrupt me...
Unfortunately, such people don't exist. I believe that everybody (and me too) is selfish less or more, and, honestly to say, man is alone on the Earth - I mean not physically, but in soul - everybody is on his own.
There Are People...
Friday, March 23, 2007 6:00:12 PM
There are people - libraries.You can always learn something new while communicating with them. They can open unfamiliar horizons of knowledge for you, especially when you have enough patience and are not lazy to spend a lot of free time working with them.
There are people - labyrinths. They are unpredictable, one can never guess, what can there is round the corner. And what the relationships will be like tomorrow. But the more difficult the mystery is, the more interesting the process of guessing the riddle is.
There are people - green dales. It is very easy and quiet to be with them. You put all your problems and bondages aside. You have a chance to relax, to have a rest and to forget at least for a minute, that it's rainy and cold outdoors, and that your sink is piled up with washing-up.
There are people - wind. They are here today, they are far away tomorrow. There's nothing stable or permanent. Their passions change from day to day, they do not stick long to anything.
There are people - fireworks. They have an explosive temperament. And they give you the feeling of a festival, the feeling of life to the full, the feeling of an endless carnival. Be happy, as time flies.
There are people - flowers. You should be very careful with them. You should guard and protect them from bad weather, 'cause they are fragile and vulnerable. But there is certain charm in that very fragility. They allow you to take care of them and feel strong.
There are people - granite. You can always be sure that nothing bad will happen, you are always protected. And you have someone to rely on and to find support in the hour of need.
There are people - abysses. You know that there won't be any good in the end, but something is swallowing you up. You want to look round the edge, to touch the unexplored with you hand.
And there are people - diamonds. You look them. And everytime a new facet of a person is revealed. And it doesn't matter, whether they are positive or negative. You are just exploring. And you are admiring...
There are people - labyrinths. They are unpredictable, one can never guess, what can there is round the corner. And what the relationships will be like tomorrow. But the more difficult the mystery is, the more interesting the process of guessing the riddle is.
There are people - green dales. It is very easy and quiet to be with them. You put all your problems and bondages aside. You have a chance to relax, to have a rest and to forget at least for a minute, that it's rainy and cold outdoors, and that your sink is piled up with washing-up.
There are people - wind. They are here today, they are far away tomorrow. There's nothing stable or permanent. Their passions change from day to day, they do not stick long to anything.
There are people - fireworks. They have an explosive temperament. And they give you the feeling of a festival, the feeling of life to the full, the feeling of an endless carnival. Be happy, as time flies.
There are people - flowers. You should be very careful with them. You should guard and protect them from bad weather, 'cause they are fragile and vulnerable. But there is certain charm in that very fragility. They allow you to take care of them and feel strong.
There are people - granite. You can always be sure that nothing bad will happen, you are always protected. And you have someone to rely on and to find support in the hour of need.
There are people - abysses. You know that there won't be any good in the end, but something is swallowing you up. You want to look round the edge, to touch the unexplored with you hand.
And there are people - diamonds. You look them. And everytime a new facet of a person is revealed. And it doesn't matter, whether they are positive or negative. You are just exploring. And you are admiring...
Daria
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