Nothing in this world could change your place in my heart

Two years had gone, but I still remember your touches,your voice, your look, your hands,your kisses in my ankles,your ears and how I lied to you that I had swallowed your tonnel, your lips, yor eyes, your faded hairs, our sex on the kitchen floor, on the bathroom floor, on the table, in the balcon, almost everywhere... It's like in one song of your favoutite group "I still remember..." You know, I've tried to forget. I was guilty: I wanted to forget about you first, but SOMETHING didn't let me do this. Then you. We've made so much mistakes. If I could return all the time, I would go out that bus, I wouldn't let you fly away...Did you wait for it? We were...And we are still the soulmates, we are the closest friends, but I'm still afraid of asking you: "Did you want me to stop you then?"

I will love you forever.

Laziness

What can I write about laziness? How can I show it? Transmit my feelings about it to let you understand?
Am I lazy? Are we lazy? Sure. And to prove it, I just stop writing, because I feel too lazy to go on. =P

Why do we need to be loved?

Do we?


To answer this question I have to think what love is actually. Happiness? Soulmates? Freedom? One lady, who is considered to be cleverer than me, says, that love is sacrifice. Previously I guessed it was understanding. Today I think it's sincerity.
We are all selfish, that's why we need somebody loves us. We don't want "to give", we have a strong desire "to take", we need lots of attention to our perishable bodies. I'm against of it. I want to stop lying to myself. I'm looking at sea.

Do we really need to be loved?

I guess not.

Sacred Writing.

Press or Bless.

During the whole year we were writing small articles on different themes and publishing them on our blogs. When we've heard about it at first time, everybody was confused, because it was quite a new task, someting that we had never done before. But as the time went on, we started to like it and come to classes with pleasure. We knew, that today we were going to do someting interesting.
Every topic for our writing was amazing. The teacher gave our minds a chance to fly away and think about very seriuos themes. Sometimes we were having fun writing about the thougts which came up first in our minds, sometimes we were sharing our secrets.
This opportunity gave me a lot. It made me think about such life questins which I have never been thinking about previously. And moreover, I had to do it in English. That was awesome. To my mind, Irina Alexandrovna shared a great idea with us. I hope, that it will be very useful to practice it in future with our pupils or students.

Masks we wear in our life.

These words resemble me the movie “Mask” with brilliant actor Jim Carrey. There was a crazy-looking professor, who wrote the book with this title “Masks we wear”. Of course, this sentence has a metaphorical meaning. It means that all the people in the world play different roles as the situation requires.
Even Shakespeare told, that life was a theatre and peoples were all actors in it. There is vast number of situations when we have to hide our emotions, put on “a mask” for not being identified. When we came to the university, we play in students and teachers, at home we are parents, children, wives and husbands, at work we can be employees or employers, in the company of friends we act absolutely different way. This is one kind of masks. There is also another side of the coin. We put masks when we lie, dissemble, exaggerate or minimize. When we don’t want somebody penetrates in our souls. When we want to create an impression on anybody…
But why do we do this? It is much easier to stay who you are and not hide your face under a “mask”. The answer is rather complicated and lies down somewhere very deep in our minds. May be, we don’t know who we are in reality? I prefer to stay myself everytime, because for me wearing a mask is a deception of your own. If you are honest with youself, you are honest with the rest of the world.