Sunday, 13. July 2008, 13:10:42
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I'm very grateful to my dear friend Decaspecht for correcting my post's grammatical errors. He's a very nice and caring friend.
the reason for which I've joined this community is to improve my english and make good friends from all over the world.
every one who reads my blog, feel free to tell me my mistakes, I'll be very grateful

It was a drizzly morning. I was getting into my car to drive to work when I noticed someone calling me from behind. I turned around and saw a girl who was coming towards me. she approached and asked:
'' could I bother you to take me to airport. my car doesn't start. I'll miss the plane if I don't be there in an hour''
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Wednesday, 9. July 2008, 13:00:11
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I've just woken up. it's close to dusk, the windows are open and a cool breeze blows in. a song of Queen is playing.
'Love of my life, you hurt me
you broken my heart, now you leave me . . . '
the song fills me with a sense of nostalgia. I'm aching all over, but I get up with difficulty and look for a cigarette. I find one in my jacket pocket and light it up. I take a long drag on it, but I feel dizzy and start coughing. Robert rushes in and sees the cigarette in my hand.
'what are you doing? why are you smoking? you haven't got well yet. you had a terrible accident last night. you don't remember?' he says.
Robert is my old friend, childhood friend. he's a painter and lives in countryside. he's the best one who can help me out whenever I encounter a difficulty. this time I really got him into trouble. I was too preoccupied while I was driving to his house last night. so my car smashed into a large tree and my forehead hit against the steering wheel hard. I don't remember anything more from the accident.
I put out the cigarette and move towards the window. I see my smashed car nearby.
'were you drunk last night?' he asks.
'can you belive it? all of it happend in a flash. last night Lisa left me forever.' I tell him in a choked voice.
'Lisa left you forever?!' he asks surprised and wants me to tell him the story.
(to be continued. . .)