Ditari i ndjenjave (gjuhë e huaj)

[MisCongeniality]

Dear Diary,

I hate writing presentations. It takes me hours of hard work to make them look professional. Well, I have one due tomorrow morning at precisely 8:15 AM, and I have started panicking. I write a sentence and then convince myself I deserve a short break. I grab something to drink and chat for a few minutes with my cool roomate. Then I write a few more sentences and my mind drifts away to you. I have been neglecting you, so I tell myself it's my obligation to dedicate you a few words. Then I get lost as I search the net for additional information to back up my paper with. I want to build a strong defense. My attending loves making us feel insecure by asking questions I consider B.S.

Oh well, I think I will go and write a few more sentences. I will see you back in a few. :D What a vicious cycle!!!

[Hyllien]

Dear diary, you seem to me like a patient shore hit by different waves.
Some waves bring only mud and debris, some bring crystal, clear waters but no wave can bring you a jewel.
Some waters are so distant and deep that they never reach the shore; seldom very seldom waves can carry those deepest waters of the ocean. Waters where can be found the most precious pearls and the most beautiful corals and the angelic mermaids, waters there in the most profound, most mysterious darkness of the ocean.
Strong, stormy waves like this one can sometimes reach the shore and still bring nothing but their distant smell, their reflected shadow-image.
No one but the master of this treasure, he alone sometimes can dive into the ocean. Only he can gaze and touch and feel that treasure just for a short, very short time, and then come back with faint memories of a dream.
Dear diary, taking you down there just for a few moments to feel the real treasure, could be the greatest gift to you, but still when you would come back nothing but distant sounds and visions would remain, because shores, and sight, and light harm beauty, it can only be preserved there in the deep, deep in the ocean of feelings.
SG

[Veshtrusja]

16.05.2005

When we make a wish, I wonder... I wonder if we wish only when we know that we aren't capable of doing something. Or when we "hope"... do we hope when we know something is out of our hands? Can we hope and wish for something when we know we can reach it? Why are we so uncertain sometimes? Why?

[StormAngel]

Dear diary,

I am doing fine, how are you by the way? I know I haven`t asked you this for a long time, but you see...I have been doing so much for such short notice.
Anyways, I wanted to tell you about my day.
It started as usuaylly, at 5.30 am and I went to work. There, the usual stuff...boring people and my boss screaming and shouting, and for the irony to be more complete, he doesn`t even have a clue why he is shouting for. Well, he is right as always. lol HE IS THE BOSS, after all.

I got off, *thank God* at 3 pm.
I got home quickly, changed my clothes and...I had to go and check someone out.
You see, dear diary, when planing something, the plan turns upside down and it stinks. :D
Nevermind, I am strong....I will go on.
But I wonder, like usually, why do people do things they`ll regreat afterwards.

Nevertheless, the mos beautiful part of the day was taking a loooong rest.
I woke up like Ice Ventura, with my hair like on fire, and my eyes like I had a box fight with Mike Tyson. But that ain`t nothing... The party goes on.
I needed a dose of coffee, went to the coffee shop, and had a laaarge one. Damn, I do love when people serve me coffees, just for a change.

Anyways, the night as usually, was kind of the same.
I talked to the person I care most, and we shared...like we do most of the time. :)
It is nice, and it`s getting nicer with every day that passes.
(I wish I could write more about this, but I`ll ruin the privacy policy, so I`ll guess I am excused)

Dear diary, I am boring, right? lol
I know, I know, I`ll stop writing now. Thank you for letting me write.
See you in some other day, I hope you are doing fine.
After all, you have to... so many people writing to you, you must feel like Santa.

[nausika]

...starring on a white screen for 47 minutes now. It’s impossible to form any coherent sentence. My brain still refuses to conform. I’m in trouble. Deep trouble. Have been in this state for 3 weeks now. And the clock is ticking.
I think I suffer from a condition which activates my brain cells to work in overdrive only when it’s either swim or sink. And I’m just about to start sinking…
Today I had you in my mind all day too…that’s what’s been happening today, rewind and re-play over and over what was said, done, said back and now what?... kind of thing

How I wish I could have seen you today, my sweet sweet complicated creature.

now back in the water...

[StormAngel]

Dear diary,
Whenever I hear a whisper...I want to scream.
Whenever I hear a scream, I want to shout my mouth.
...strange, the clock is ticking and I can not make up my mind to go and sleep.
Insomnia was the thing called when you can not make up with your bed? lol
Yeah, I guess so.
However, I leave you in good company. Memories of the words spoken and the things done. Last night I was having a momentum, like I was in some other place and some other time, and...I could, just for a moment there, do absolutely everything. How strange, now, I can not do jack!
See you tommorow dear diary
Same place, same time, right...
Righttt righhtt!
Ok, I left

[Fiona]

waww....i don't know why, but today i don't feel so good. Life in general seems to b going fairly well....x-ept a few problems here and there. i don't understand why it is so hard for me to make this decision...

[Veshtrusja]

june 2005

.......................

[Darius]

A poem for you



When things are changin

all around us

and the world seems

to move too fast

don't forget.

I'll be right beside you

loving you.

What I feel for you is deep

total and enduring

a love you can count on

without ever having to wonder

So when you look ahead

to future changes

or think about how

the past used to be

don't forget to look beside you

because that's where you'll find me

loving you with all my hart...


Somehow I felt like writting this in pink

[Aragorn I]

Lying tends to puzzle me, not the practice of lying per se (itself) but reflecting on its nature, this horrible deed, lying... 'yes, it is bad... no, one should not do it, one should not engage in such a treacherous act, and if one does he will not get away with it, for the eyes don't lie, look at me, look me in the eyes, for the eyes will tell me whether your lying...'

you poor thing... always eager to boost yourself... if you really are that good at sniffing lies, then i must be good at telling them... for i can stare at you for as long as i want you to believe... and let off enough to suit your pride... so much as it thrills me... and no i don't believe them myself also. Although i did for a while, but i felt i was cheating... now i am in possesion of the truth myself. I would reveal to you my secret , if only you wouldn't feel ashamed of yourself, and i would stop lying to you... if only you would have faith in me.