Kathy Van Zeeland Diap

Happy New Year Merry Christmas

caro2008,
I write but do not know if I ever read: after six abstraction, a human convention as all the scans of the calendar. then you call it that because a long time ago Monaco missed the bill, but on the other hand the names we humans also do a little 'mess, do not choose them but we bring them to life on the rump. In short, I am writing as responsible for the last twelve months, I have to tell you some things, fast, fast because I will not steal precious time (what little you have left) menate similar to the other billions of people like me.
... And so another year is gone ... the end of 2008 is upon us, and like every year I'm thinking a year that is, surprises, good and bad that in Serbia, which is blurring the year, for after Christmas comes New Year's Eve, and these days are already starting to feel the atmosphere of change, the roads teeming with cars and streets full of people who, like so many ants to proceed slowly and evenly, trying to grab a slice of sidewalk to see more in that window where maybe, who knows, they will find the ultimate gift ...
The meaning of Christmas, perhaps the deepest it has never changed, the essence itself is always there, buried under the gifts, despite the high cost of living, are always plentiful under the tree .... the essence Christmas is perhaps in the balls colored hanging from the branches evergreen fir tree, in that shooting star that is one of Western symbols of Christmas, the smoking chimneys, reminiscent of that seen from a distance as the chimneys of our grandparents and great grandparents of those urban and rural landscapes dominated in equal way from the fog of December. It is almost to be optimistic, thinking that even the most advanced technology has replaced most authentic and genuine things of Christmas, or if it is successful, it has succeeded only in part ...
Christmas last party before the New Year, before dinner, to celebrate and even before we get to the 25 already on 31 December, as if Christmas was the last course before dessert ... This

2008 was For me the turning point, a shift that was already announced in 2007. A turning point was the result of a crescendo of themes and challenges, interiors, with clubs and outstretched hands of so much confidence, but not always in myself. Thanks to my friends, some of them new, and how lucky to have met them! Besides the usual baggage of personal troubles, my dear 2008. have seen fit to add a 'surprise' welcome, or maybe not.

And then, dear years, right now you're running out the door with you all that bad but there was also the one who will say, the small 2009, to watch over the good things that happened.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My Dog Has Patches Of Dry Flaking Skin

E 'when it's dark ... that men see the stars ...


would start with a nice MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I say start because I am afraid I have much to write ... but they are all coming out now, I bounce from one corner of the brain without peace and ... boom! Enough! Will be the effect of champagne (which I drink even if it sucks just to please the Father ...) for dinner and lunch hours today, the mega binge, the panettone ... AAAAHHHH! Maybe it's the novelty that runs through my veins giving me so much euphoria ... this new force that can not wait to forcefully take my control ... It is this serene breeze and peaceful, so full of hope and expectation, that is December 25 when you take away the lights, gifts, mega gobble .... It '... a mixture of things of things I want at all costs, ones that Christmas can bump in your face ... I mean really important ones, the ones that want to come back when you see all your friends around a table, when everyone on the street makes you good wishes, smiles, when someone shows his love or in the background when your thoughts go to those sweet Christmas songs ... I had dimenicata of Christmas ... I had forgotten his magic, the same I had as a child, that she wanted all year ... Here: if it is indeed this day made me feel so good, I would turn it into a continuous from this experience ... I wish it were Christmas every day, every moment, every moment ... And most of all I would like a long time, and I would like to wish everyone, time for life ... I know that my doubts are always me, my fears, my little drama ... I hear them ... But today I thought about it less, so that my eyes were really smiling ... as if they were back to hope again after so long ... I am tired of feeling remorse, repentance, holed up in myself every time ... not be approached by anyone is not exactly the best way to avoid being wounded every time we meet new people as a surprised look at the dazzling diamond gloss ... but after a few days are people, acquaintances, friends, who can hurt us, disappoint us (pretend) ... escape from them is only one way to avoid the issue, not solve it: we just stay there quiet, let it go, throw down the toad .... and wait for our reward ... At best, if you lack the strength and courage, We can not think about it .... laughing for hours for a monk seal festively decorated !!!!!!

Tonsillitis And Exercise

Is The Cervix Soft And Low During Period

the fear of disappointing ...

in a moment of rest 'forced' back on my blog, my outlet.
return to write about me, my fears, uncertainties and contradictions of my daily life, in short.

This time I am afraid to disappoint and be disappointed.
If there is one thing that hurts me more than any other, is senitrmi say, by someone whom I admire, respect and love to have him disappointed. So this time

lot not only with anxiety and with my (im) preparation, but also with many fears.

Paturnie nn so if you are just mentally, but ... oh well better get back to studying the prox

The Best Teasing Hairspray

if the finger points to the sky, the fool looks at the finger ...

and that's fine ... I'm a bugiarda.Ultimamente I continued to write and say stupid things at stupid things ... the fact is sometimes used to convince car ... But no No, not so va.E I realized last night, and today I am fully aware sa.Ora it ... A person with a more tempered in my mind, like a tree with strong roots, not be bent by rain, snow, wind ... but neither do I on my nerves lately, I do anger, because I can not say what I think and the few things I say are quickly silenced by a "And I thought, who the hell you're stupid !"... And I am silent then, my head is bene.Ma ferma.Ed not get to a final point: I was born maybe wrong, I admit, but the more I grow and the more I realize that I am the only one who really know me ... I'm tired of making others understand what they are, or be stupid just because I love the jokes are rather less dramatic than pity people who even then you are ascolta.Oggi was good after I do not know how long, and I was with my parents ... yeah right A show them ... because I got up with the fog, the white haze and smoky, but take the highway, past Serravalle, the sun appeared dissolving the clouds and leaving a clear blue sky incredibly .. We spent a beautiful day at the beach and after lunch we got on a bench in the sun on the beach ... A warm sun, the winter, which has warmed the weary bones of the freezing cold and softened the hearts of a sudden ... I got up, I took two steps on the pier: There was a lot of people, families, couples, children ... even the first daring to surf (brrr. ...) and I walked among them, absorbed in the coat and again with the scarf around your neck ... It was I there among them, voices, screams, many bla-bla, and the waves ... then this is the Father " wait, where are you going alone?" ... Here I realized: I do not try this ... no one here ever says "wait" or "I'll go with you" ... Maybe I trimmed a ah go there? Then tomorrow "Shit ... that sucks! Dover always answerable to all: on the one hand there are those who are angry because you are away, there's always hope to find you in a good mood ... I of course look down and see only my shoes ... never a time there was a smiling little face popped out from nowhere ... A Quarrata is fog, it is terrible, back to 6 from the sea and not see anything ... it's incredible, it seems if a Film.com clouds dark had descended low rates covering all light, all signs of life ... get to the daily overwhelming that for some time makes me want to run away ... even the sea would be enough ... In the mist, even the glasses are enough for me ... I have to go groping ... I prefer the sunlight, which also warms my ...
Let's face it: to be there when you need are all good (even the worst pillow or towel dry the tears ...)... Who really matters to you is always there to cheer, to exult, just as there are problems: knows that after the plant is never peaceful, and the worst is just what ... If you stay only after the mourning is tremendous: you are now on so confused that you do not even realize, is that after you look at the empty place inside you, and there you need a help ... I do not find it here: singing yelling stuff anguished by Tiziano Ferro makes me cry, do not laugh ; stand for hours listening to phone calls with the boyfriend, to hear stories about every little fucked up life as a couple, or to compete over who has the most gifted man leads me to perhaps open the door and throw me on the highway! And thing is that I am also asked why I'm quiet ... but fuck it takes? Yeah ... the better it is when you try because they need: to spend hours to give the best advice is (those of a true friend! ), putting aside the study and every problem .. and then that if fuck it, even says he hates to be pitied!
E 'the beginning of the end, I only know what ...
Meanwhile time passes, and waits for something more ... but it does not bear anything but we'll do ... time sheet only day one after the other .... at least we have left to say (and hope) "Tomorrow is another day ..."