Well, after 3 day i will celebrate 6 months with opera...im not sure its worth doing something special or not , but i wanna look back how i got from opera...friends, knowledge, and everything that makes me change to worse or better ...
im so sorry for my previous post in that i showed bad thoughts and permistic attitude. so, i want to give yoy, all my dear friends this story, as a apology and my wish
Once upon a time, The colors of the world Started to quarrel. All claimed they were the best, The most important, The most useful, The favorite.
autumn begins when... i see the last ray of summer softly touches the blue sky like a sweet good bye nature changes color and delivers summer green to autumn gold i see the delicacy of the first leaf falls gracefully on the ground i hear its first silent footsteps come, awake and make the laziest calm corners thrill with excitement. i hear the song as sweet as love tune gliding acros the fields, ripping the misty air and blowing over the trees.
Dear someone i dont want to be your sweetheart being sweetheart is so tired
my heart has to work in the way its not ready yet and it can be overloaded being friends, we still care for each other but dont have to be sad for each other i wont feel jealous when see you with other girls and you too we can talk to each other easily and free without pretending you can tell me about your love and me too, and we get advice from each other, improve together, right?
Every day everywhere, people fall in love...but just how many of these relationships are self-sacrificing love, and not just relationships which are formed only for the intense feeling of falling in love? I know hundreds of people who say the magical words "I love you"...but more often than not, the truth is just -- I am IN love with you. There is a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. If a person says he/she is in love with you, he/she means that he/she likes you for who you are now and he/she fell in love with you because of the present you.
i wrote these words from watching and feeling from earthquake in Sichuan, China with much love and sympathy with every people who are victims of this disaster...
in a black Monday the land was shocked by an unexpected disaster when the earth trembled once more roars deep blue sky was washed by tear sunlight was incarnadine by blood the destruction moved and spreaded the sad strings played humanity's elegy
Missing always meets us by chance. Missing is pouring the enthusiasm outside from the soul and heart inside... ...Missing is memory paces back and forth...Missing is emotion tangled up...Missing is yearning for which the heart spreads with...Missing is a static smiling face but neednt the others read....Missing is the special language that always waits for opposite heart to reply but not always its done...
It's incredible what you can find in an ordinary garden if you look closely enough.
Amateur photographer Brian Valentine specialises in making the everyday look exotic with the wonders of macro photography, using special lens to magnify his subjects. All these pictures were taken in his garden in Worthing, Sussex, and show the incredible beauty of flowers reflected in dewdrops and raindrops, usually on a simple blade of grass.
The beauty of a carnation captured in a drop of water on grass - plus a tiny parasitic wasp
I love spring odour. Today spring tiptoes in, pauses at my window, overcomes the shyness and gives me a wink and leads me to a mysterious date. Graceful butterflies bring me to a wonderland in that the air is filled with fragrance of roses that have just sprouted buds and bloomed.I walk along on the tender field that kisses my feet and i realize the breeze ties spring color to the grass. The sun spreads long and mysterious fingers that fondle everything and make it thrill with new birth of life. I love to set my heart swallow in a dreamy dream and i can be free to boast my smile beneath the sun that make it blaze and glisten with most delight.I look up high and cover the breeze, soft as a girl's hair, moves sailboat clouds in gentle sky. I can feel the fear of breeze when it blows so gently not to wake up summer. I go about a lake and discover lake's face is getting deeper blue by the sky's kiss. Beads on the green bough are sparkling that are reflecting hues of beautiful rainbow. Seems that everything love tieing to each other, love being together with deep relationship.
, but i wanna look back how i got from opera...friends, knowledge, and everything that makes me change to worse 
or better 
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