Whisper

No, you'll never be alone,
when darkness comes
I'll light the night with stars.
Hear my whispers in the dark.
                                           Skillet

I feel myself constantly stuck with you. I can't even imagine my life without you there. I can feel the pain of my previous life. I'm ready to give you my hand when you're drowning even if I risk my life.
Can you hear my whispers in the dark? Even if you think you love me more, my heart is whspering when you're sleeping trying to tell you - no, you'll never be alone. You are a lucky man. I can't leave you even if I want to. My heart will never let me. I hope I'm lucky, too. When you whisper "I love you" to me, I can feel it.

Love is not a lie

        The depressed people say love is a lie. But they have not ever loved someone, 'cause when it comes to love it's one in a lifetime - the big, the breath-stopping... When you find your real love, you'll find out you can't lie to your heart. When you're apart with your life-love it's so hard and you're just getting together again in some time - days, months... No matter. The souls that are meant to be together always find their way in the end. So love's not lie and I hope you'll be brave enough to find it out.
        Maybe too much "Friends with benefits" and Justin Timberlake... But my life also showed me love exist.

Barefoot

They all pretend to be something... They are trying to make me believe in their pretentions... but none of them are for real. It's all air towers. They say walk a mile in my shoes and you'll figure out what is like to be me. What is like to be you? Even you don't know, 'cuz you've never been yourself. I'll tell you - walk a mile barefoot and you'll find out who you are and what are you fighting for. Shoes give your legs their form. It's time for you to make your own, not to wait someone to tell you how and why.
Just walk a mile barefoot!

Home

Where is home?
Home is where I could be myself without doubting if people like me. I know the people who make 'home' love each other without reason - they just do. Home is where I find people who are ready to cry with me as much as they're ready to share my happiness. Home is where is mum, where is dad, where I find calmness.
Home is the look in the eyes of my boy. There I find the reason to live.
Home is where you feel good and nobody makes you feel as you're less than him. Oh, no, school is not my second home 'til there there are people who are carrying a chip on your shoulder.
My home - my room, my family, my boy, my friend (Petya).

Me and mum

My mum is person who is exactly the opposite of me. What I like, she doesn't. What I don't like, she loves. But there are some character lines of mine which are the same as her. For example, I love reading and I hate the taste of alcohol. However, most of the time me and her think absolutely different. I think sometime she's just too strong. You know, I don't visit too many discos but when decide to go she tells me to come back at 3.00 a.m. I feel like Cinderella. Others can always stay 'til they want... but me not. And, the hell, I'm 18, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't have sex with random boys. She knows it very well. And I am always visiting these places with my boyfriend who she knows and likes. I just can't understand her. Moreover, she pretends to be a modern mum.

My family

          I talk about me all the time, but I wouldn't be that person I am without my family staying behind me. What about them? Who they are?

          I remember years ago... we were full house of people - seven living under one roof: me, my sister, my father, my mother, my grandparents and one of my grandfather's brothers. I enjoyed that time more than I enjoy the current state of our house. My grandfather and his brother are gone. They're watching us from the clouds but it's far more different when they were here. My grandfather was always protecting me and was always, always waiting for me and my sister to come back from school on the front door. He loved us so much. I know he still does. And he was so proud of us, my grandmother says. What about her? She feels so lonely now and it breaks my heart into pieces to watch her waiting for him to come back. It has been almost two years but the life-long true love could never be forgotten. I also miss him. Sometimes when I come back from school, I expect to see him on the front door, but he was never there after January the sixteen, two thousand and ten. I just see his photo and greet him in my heart saying 'Hello, grandpa!' And I can feel he's smiling.

           My father is so far away. It's so painful for a child to miss one of its parents. We spend about a month or month and a half in one year together. I know he misses us too much, but money are never enough... Sad reason.

          My mother spends a lot of time with us. Her job is good and she has much free time.

My sister is an artist. Well, at least she studies graphic design. She's getting better every day.

We are good family. We have always been. And I am happy I'm born here. :)

My Dear Teacher

There is such a lovely Bulgarian song called "Uchitelko liubima" (My Dear Teacher). The song tells about an young woman accidently meeting her school teacher on the street. It's really heart-breaking song. It always makes me cry. It tells about the times when the young woman was a student and the things that the teacher has made for her and her classmates.

Today I remembered that song. Soon it will means more for me. When I finish high school everything will be changed. I'm really gonna miss this time.

In my life there were teachers who really deserve that song. My first class teacher - I will never forget. She has been so nice. And she really cared about our class. My first class teacher teach us about life. Although we were just one to four grade, she could always tell something in a way that we understood it.

The next teacher I will always, always love is my math teacher in five to seven grade. She made me math lover. And definately - the better teacher, the bigger interest in the subject.

My favourite teachers in high school is a hard question. But I definately have and they are more than one. For example, my class teacher, my math teacher, my new English teacher (may be. She's really interesting person.), my biology teacher and so on, and so on. Strange. I thought there aren't this many teachers who I like. Sometimes you really need to do a list. :)

So.. I use this article just to remember the people who deserve to be remembered. :)

The Most Valuable Thing in the World

There are many fairytales which tell about people searching for the most valuable thing in the world. They try to find it in rich countries. But in fact we all have it in our hands if we can appreciate it.

It's the love, family, relatives, friends, health. You could have it all if you remember that money don't buy happiness.

Picture: Bukvar

Survachka

Recently I used to have some free time and I started new hobby. It's drawing. My pictures are none to my sister's but it's just a matter of time and experience, I think. Some of my recent drawings you can see in my blog www.aneliyaya.blogspot.com which is written in Bulgarian. Here I'll show you the last picture and I'll explain you what it means.

That's one decorated cornel twig which is known in Bulgaria as survachka (I'm not sure if the transliteration's right.) It's really, really popular here in Bulgaria. On the first New Year's day children use it for tapping there parents and grandparents backs wishing them Happy New Year. The tradition says that the tapped person should give some money or cookies to the children.
I know it's not the right time for this publication, but now you'll have enough time to make one of these and decorate it as you wish. :)