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The elevator which carries my mom, one of my sisters and me stops on the first floor and we walk out except for my mom who is too scared to go out because of the man with his dog waiting for his turn to go up. Had I been in a different mood I would probably go back, take my mom’s hand and lead her out. Instead I told her Continue reading
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It’s been a while since I last wrote anything, while on my mind all the ideas and thoughts that usually come along at night when I am embraced within myself keep on composing stories and poems, which I am usually not being able to bring together.
But it’s more a matter of selfishness than inability, since my selfishness doesn’t allow me to share those thoughts with anyone but me. My level of selfishness in this regard has always been on top as I consider those moments the ones during which I create my masterpieces but I prefer them to lie with me rather than with anyone else. Continue reading
I am a person who is in constant search for the good, for the human and for the things worth living for. I am 23 years old and the last few years of my life had passed within the walls of my university and work place and one day I simply realized that I have cut me from people and have driven myself far from one important point in my life, which is to help people. It was then that I started searching for something that would help me re-build my life, which would offer new challenges that would be used as a material to “renovate” the basis of my life and make it stronger, and eventually, help me with the goal I had set for me, but of which I had become oblivious.
My project has to do with blind people. Continue reading
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Sometimes as we grow up we start taking our parents for granted. It’s not fair. They say you won’t understand your parents until one day you become a parent yourself! I need not that. So far I have understood every thing my parents have done for me, even if it was against my will I knew it was for my sake. God knows how thankful I am to them for who I am and what they did for me. There have been thousand times when I was so angry with my mom I would think of packing and leaving forever, but those moments of anger always pass and there remains only their love and care.
My mom is a separate topic that’s why I don’t want to talk much about her here, this is for my dad.
My dad … I don’t know if I ever dreamed of having this gift in my life or not. With my dad I feel complete. He is my light in the dark. He’s been with me all my life… Continue reading
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Since I am leaving for some period of time and won’t be able to be part of the events of the people that were in my 2012 through 2013 I decided to post some pics with people I treasure and of events that took place in the past year. This post is also meant to express my gratitude to everyone involved in my life; thank you for who you are and who you make me with your presence, words and attitude. Hopefully, I have brought smth good into your lives too.
New Year 2012 – Celebrated with friends and most importantly, my family! Continue reading
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Advertising is perhaps as old as the oldest profession on our planet, yet if with the years the oldest profession has not changed much, advertising has acquired new forms and new ways of expression. If previously the product to be advertised was being seen or shown directly to the buyer, then now it has found its way through newspapers, TVs, computers with the one similarity between the old and new times – if you want to have success, then you have to beautifully describe it to impress people. Continue reading
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It happened many moons ago. A boy was born to a woman who was destined to bring him up on her own. The father was not with them but the boy had a grandpa who taught him everything for which the boy was to be thankful in the rest of his life. Perhaps no one has ever grieved for his grandpa as much as he did after the wise man passed away.
The boy was a wonder-child. He grew up having read every book in their library. At the age of six he was more advanced than any other child of his age. He was gifted, and he didn’t know that with time when he would later in his life become just an ordinary person among the rest, there would be a girl for whom he would keep on being the wonder-boy. Continue reading
“Can you do like this? See, with one simple line I can make her smile or make her smile fade away?” said the painter. Does this mean that each one of us is a painter in their heart? I say yes, because with one simple word, touch, look we can make someone’s eyes shine with the brightest glow or just ruin all that sparkle! Yes, we are all painters. Unlike those ordinary painters who paint with brushes, dyes and pencils we paint with our actions, and unlike those painters who are mastered in one or two directions, we are all mastered in every sphere, we can paint happiness and grief, pain and smiles, losses and achievements, tolerance and bigotry, love and hatred, satisfaction and envy, and ultimately, life and death. Continue reading
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I had decided for sure that melancholy would never squeeze my heart again,,, I broke my own promise. It keeps on squeezing over and over again. I don’t know what this is, pain that I let him go, fear I will never see him again or something else. Or maybe I am just a less than a half person without him. They say the spaces between our fingers are created to be filled by someone else’s. How much I wish it were only a matter of finger spaces… It’s my soul and my heart that bear those spaces and they need him to be complete. This is awful and I feel it’s stronger than me, it’s stronger than every principle. You know about all his good and worst points but you still know that it’s him. And I need him so…
They say that once people were a whole and they didn’t need any mate. But then one day Greek Goddess Aphrodite divided every person into two and since those ancient and forgotten times people have been looking for their halves. Continue reading
She was born a great many years ago. The beauty she had can’t be described; she looked heavenly beautiful. She was the undeniable embodiment of kindness and love. She never hurt anyone, only gave people whatever she could to make them happy, she fed them, provided shelter, gave them warmth and loved them. She cared for the nature and the wildlife, Continue reading
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