vacation
Hi all! I'll be with you, or 12 or 13 May ... I miss all my friends!!!nnis cool ... I have a little stand on the surfboard (after 3 sessions) ... it is a victory!! because it gives me very hard! difficult to carry a heavy surfboard by a wave .. and the waves are very strong and continually knocked down ... will continue ..n
new dream
My new dream is to surf ....
and the funniest thing that I hardly know how to swim ... shame .. I know .. I was taught ... taught .. but I do not lend themselves to learning .. I have my own style .. swim a few meters .. to stand on my feet .. relax and swim more .. especially snorkeling - what I love ... This can be done and at the shore .. do not need to float away far from the shore .. and also have life jackets! thank god!!
and I hope that in my life, I never find myself on the Titanic, which suffers a shipwreck ... And if so be it, then I will have a lifeline .. or the strong man (handsome), which will save me .. as in the romantic movie about love .. hell .. to my mind comes only movie Titanic ... this is a film with a bad end ... no! I would like in the movie with a happy end!
I was fascinated .. my dream .. Surfing ... Mmmm ... I think it is quite feasible dream ... will develop plans to shorten the road, which leads me to dream ... Surfing .... important not to become fodder for sharks .. Surfing .... If my dream is fulfilled, then I promise to show you pictures!
"S@motnosc w sieci "
Did you know that the letter I wrote at least a thousand times?
Wrote thoughts, writing in the sand beach, wrote on the best paper, which only can be purchased in the United Kingdom, wrote to a pen in his thigh. Wrote on the envelopes the plates with the music of Chopin.
I wrote it so many times ...
But never sent. Over the past 12 years - because it was just twelve years ago - I have not sent in at least a thousand letters to HIM.
Because this letter did not you. This letter is E. J. I just moved the initials and called (Eldzhot.
Do you really JL, but you know it. You know, probably like no one knows the other. Promise pereskazhesh him what I wrote. Pereskazhesh?
After Eldzhot was supposed to be like the intermission between the first and second action of the opera. I during this intermission drink the best champagne, which is only at the bar. Well, if I do not have this capacity, I stay home and listen to records. And he was supposed to be here this champagne. Only during the intermission. Should have been hit in the head. It was supposed to please the taste and cause a slight hop on the second action. To the music became even more beautiful.
Eldzhot so it was. As the best and most expensive champagne in the bar. It stunned me. Then followed another break. And then the show ended. And champagne, too. But it did not happen. For the first time in the life of the whole opera, I best remember the break between the first and second acts. Break this is really never over. I realized this afternoon at the club. Mainly due to feelings, aggravated by four days of fasting and fourth glass of "Guinness".
I have spent with him 88 days and 16 hours of my life. None of the men was so little time and no one has given me so much. One stayed with me 6 months, and could not give me what I had to Eldzhotom after six hours. I went to be with this man, because he thought that his "six hours" more will come. I was expecting. But they never came. Somehow during the next pointless argument he shouted:
- So what gave you such a damned Pole, from which you have nothing left? Even his damn photo no. - And when he triumphantly spake: - Yes, whether he had an idea of what the camera? - I put it half-empty suitcase, with whom he moved me out the door.
So what gave me this "devil's Pole"? What?
For example, he gave me optimism. He never talked about the sadness, though I knew what he endured infinitely sad times. He infected with optimism. Rain for it was only a short interval before the appearance of the sun. Anyone who has lived in Dublin, will understand that this way of thinking - an example sverhoptimizma. This is when I opened it, that you can not just wear black. With him I believed that my father loved my mother, but can not show it. Even my mother never believed in it. Her therapist, too.
For example, he gave me the feeling when it seems that in a minute you go crazy with desire. And while you know that your wish come true. He could tell me a story about every piece of my body. And there was no such place, he would not touch or tasted its flavor. If he had time, he kissed each have hair on my head. All at a time. With him I always wanted to strip even more. I had the feeling that I felt would probably be a more naked, if my gynecologist took out my spiral.
He never sought the erogenous zones on my body. He believed that the woman is an erogenous zone in the entire integrity and the integrity of this most erogenous area - the brain. Eldzhot heard of the infamous G-point in a woman's vagina, but he was searching for her in my mind. And almost always found.
"S@motnosc w sieci "
Hello. I am glad that you are. I waited for you. To wait. Not whether it is the same thing as being bored?
She opened the chat.
SHE: No. For me there. When I\'m waiting, I did not wake up at 5 am, giving up the best of dreams. And do not come to work when there are no seven. When I\'m waiting for the milk does not seem to me tasteless. When bored, yes.
HE: Remember. Especially about the milk. I asked because I thought that for many years no one misses me. And when, instead of \"hello\" I read this, for the first time I wanted to look back and see if someone is not sitting somewhere behind me. But behind me, no one sits.
SHE: It was written by you. Only you. I have the impression that you\'re used to it. You\'ll see.
HE: you tell me something about yourself? I already know. What are you dreaming. Do you like milk and missed me. And you can see that something else?
Do you have big eyes? High forehead? Foot small? Do you fall asleep on his side? Do you have fluffy hair? Do you speak English? Do you love walking in the rain? Do you like opera? Licking his lips a tongue? Do you believe in God? Do you like grapes?
SHE: Questions appear on the screen one after the other. As if he was ready which is an unordered list, and he just retyped it. Some of the questions no one she never asked. No one ever. And her husband too. She lives with him for five years. It is printed:
Tell me one thing: why do you all want to know?
HE: Because ... I missed you too.
SHE: I\'m going to tell you. All we had, though, a lot of time?
Since the first day of conversations with him were similar to experiences that are unforgettable. Explanations for it have not been able to bring, but did not think that what happens between them growing too quickly. Yesterday at this time it did not already know. And now a moment to answer him, on what side she falls asleep. And if he asked her if she sleeps naked, she would answer without hesitation: yes, naked. The Internet is the cause or the absence of her feelings, but maybe it\'s just because he acts on it, causing to be such frank? Or maybe she wants to finally tell someone something about yourself and be confident that this someone wants to listen to her and he has at this time?
HE: Suddenly, he wanted to know everything about her. Never mind that he does not see it. She tells him that he could see. Tell their own words. And it will be exactly as she would like him to see her. And he believes in it and so will pick her up - mentally - home and in your imagination. For the Internet the most important thing - the words and imagination.
Every conversation, every meeting with her in the mood online reconstituted goodbye. They were on their solemn, he was waiting for them, and never knew how they end. Furthermore, the phrase \"Jakub, I missed you,\" which she greeted him every morning, every time he touched.
She greeted him almost every day. With the exception of Saturdays and Sundays. And because it\'s Monday \"Jakub, I missed you,\" sounded like a confirmation that all the proceeds. Because after 30 January Monday was his favorite day of the week.
From Monday to Friday, they talked about everything. About God, about money, about the weather in Warsaw, about which cream is best for combination skin, the Internet, about genes and chromosomes, the color of her hair, the shade of her voice, about how to prevent pregnancy, about music, about the decline of philosophy of mathematics. On the scent of her perfume in the evening and morning. About everything. Any topic when he discussed it with her, became exciting. Any what is reported about her.
an excerpt from the book I'm reading now
Excerpt from Cecilia Ahern, "I love your memories"
Hurry, hurry, hurry. We are always in a hurry. Do not we have enough time here, because we want to go there. We had to get out of here five minutes ago, you'd be there immediately. The phone rings again, and I realize the irony of the situation. If I had not rushed, could now answer the call.
Now, not then.
I could be in a hurry and plenty to stand on each of these steps. But we are always in a hurry. All in a hurry, but my heart. It gradually slows his pace. I'm not so against it. I put my hand on her stomach. If my child died, and I suspect that this is so, I will join him there. There ... where? Where whatsoever. Child - it's an impersonal word.
It is so small, it is unclear by whom he was destined to become. But there I'll take care of it.
There, not here.
I will tell him: "I'm so sorry, sweetie, so sorry that I robbed you, yourself - has deprived us of the possibility of living together. But close your eyes and look into the darkness, as it makes mom and together we will find the way. "
In the room there was a noise, and I feel a presence.
- Oh, Joyce, oh! Can you hear me, dear? Oh God, oh God! Please, Lord, not my Joyce, not take away my Joyce. Hold on, darling, I'm here. Pope here.
I do not want to keep, and I want to tell him about it. I can hear your groans, he looks like a beast poskulivanie, and it amazes me, frightens me. "I have a plan - I want to tell him. - I need to go, just so I can be with her baby. "
Then, not now.
To achieve something, something must be done...
To achieve something, something must be done.
And this is the only path to any goal in life.
Imagine this situation - you're sitting on the couch in the room and really want to get into another adjacent room, you have to be there. You sit and cry - I want to go to that room, I really must go. Help me someone! I want to go to the room. I need to understand myself, because I really want in the room. I'm a loser. I did not get to be in that room. I want so badly, but I'm still in this room (what a nightmare. I have to go, someone, help. I'm so unlucky that I can not get there.
And then note the question - is it not easier to get up off the couch and let the small steps, stumbling, but finally go in the direction of this very room? Is not this the only way to get there ?.....
Stand up and that did not happen, keep on going.
Tell me how you achieve success in life! How to make yourself get up to high and complex "ladder" called life (instead of lying and doing nothing, or take an elevator).
How do you do it? Maybe there is their incentive?
Invent yourself an incentive-a great thing to go forward .. and do not stop ..
A pleasant day....
A pleasant day.
Sometimes you need to fence off from everyone and everything. Need to be alone. Enjoy solitude, and nothing doing.
I love to do it.
Start your day with the sun (not at 8-9 in the morning and 12 o'clock in the morning).
Open my eyes, about 10 minutes to enjoy a warm blanket and soft pillows.
Then get out of bed, put on a bathrobe and go enjoy a refreshing hot coffee and soft buns (I can not live without croissants with chocolate filling).
After breakfast it's time for a contrast shower (alternating hot and cold water invigorates and gives energy for the day).
During the day, when I'm home, I love to read books! And the most favorite activity is to measure the best clothes from my wardrobe! In the bedroom I have a big closet with huge mirrors from floor to ceiling. Dress beautiful dress, high heels .. and imagine you can go in this dress. - "Red Carpet-mmm-but no! This dress deserves only a cheerful evening, surrounded by his closest friends in a noisy nightclub or cafe."
- "And this simple T-shirt with a gray cardigan and jeans I will wear tomorrow at the university."
- "A walk in the park to suit these warm pants, jacket inflated and bright pink scarf!"
I love to dream and to ...
Continuation of my magical weekend next time ..
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