My Life

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Location: abroad

A middle eastern girl studies in --- and misses her country!

Monday, May 15, 2006

SLOW DANCE!

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

What a poster!


I fell in love with this poster the moment I had my eyes upon it... it's such an amazing drawing that expresses the bitterness of emotional conflicts any girl can live...

With the invisible part of that girl’s body makes it perfectly match with her broken heart caused by that guy engraved at the corner of her room...

She seems like reading about him inside those big books...searching...digging and burning it afterward... you can feel the dissatisfaction from what she reads...However, with that Pisa Leaning Tower photo hanged on her wall...you can sense her insistence to alter the un-changeable things in life...

From the sea view which expresses the feeling of sinking, to the snow sight which expresses the coldness sensation she falls into… ending with some rocks below that dead tree.... you’ll definitely feel the struggle and the need for a life change…

After all, a Parachute basket filled with colourful flowers is flying over all that hell… it’s such an astonishing symbol for hope coming up after long way of struggling.

Being a moody myself... and a survivor from a hell… I couldn't resist buying such a poster which simply summarizes the reason I decided to start a new chapter in my life…