Druželjubiva sam;volim da upoznajem nove ljude i da uÄim o istima.Volim da zasmejavam ljude i volim da me zasmejavaju.Promenljivog sam raspoloženja,volim da lutam po sećanjima,kako dobrim,tako i loÅ¡im.Realista-stvari vidim baÅ¡ onakve kakve jesu i u svom pravom svetlu.PiÅ¡em pesme,vodim dnevnik,puno Äitam.Volim promene.RomantiÄna sam.Temperamentna i jako burno reagujem na odreÄ‘ene situacije.Anti-Amerikanac.Emotivac.Idealan dan mi se sastoji od gubljenja Äasova ili bežanja sa istih i bleje sa druÅ¡tvom uz kaficu iz cenjenog nam automata.Volim gradski prevoz,Beograd u kasnim noćnim satima i lepo vreme.Volim da jedem.Smatram da muzika oplemenjuje Äoveka i žao mi je Å¡to ne znam da sviram neki instrument.Volim da pevam.Veoma sam samokritiÄna.I odgovorna.Verujem da je svako kovaÄ svoje sreće.Kukavica sam.Nestrpljiva sam.Ne volim da me gledaju dok jedem i ne volim da me neko zatekne kako plaÄem.SebiÄna sam.U nekim trenucima viÅ¡e od bilo Äega priželjkujem samoću.Trudim se da budem svestrana i da o svakoj oblasti znam poneÅ¡to.Nikada neću shvatiti ljudsku zlobu.Ne umem da lažem,ali nikada nisam stoprocentno iskrena.Ne verujem ljudima.Ali verujem u bolje sutra.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine,law,business,engineering,these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.But poetry,beauty,romance,love,these are what we stay alive for.To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!...of the questions of these recurring;of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish;what good amid these,O me, O life?".Answer.That you are here-that life exists,and identity;that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.What will your verse be?
~Dead Poets Society
..There's a story...a legend,about a bird that sings just once in its life.From the moment it leaves its nest,it searches for a thorn tree...and never rests until it's found one.And then it sings...more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.And singing,it impales itself on the longest,sharpest thorn.But,as it dies,it rises above its own agony,to outsing the lark and the nightingale.The thorn bird pays its life for just one song,but the whole world stills to listen and God in his heaven smiles.
~The Thorn Birds
Life is like a box of chocolates.You never know what you're gonna get.
~Forrest Gump
