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Среда, 21 Декабря 2011 г. 10:01 + в цитатник

I've learned that we don't have to change friends,If we understand that friends change.

I've learned that something that you do in an instant, can give you heartache for life
I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words, it may be that last time you see them.
I've learned that we are responsiable for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I've learned that either you control your attitude, or it controls you
I've learned that my best friend and I , can do anything or nothing and still ahve a good time.
I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you are down, will be the one who helps you get up.
I've learned that sometimes when i am angry i have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them too, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of expirences you've had and what you learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.
I've learned that it isin't always enough to be forgiven by others, but sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned that just because two people argue, doesn't mean they don't love eachother. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love eachother.
I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secrect, it may change you life forever.
I've learned that sometimes the people that you love most in lfe, are taken from you too soon.
I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved, and the rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much i care, some people just dont care back.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and just seconds to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what you have in life, but who you have that counts.
I've learned that you can keep going, long after you think you can't.
I've learned that their are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.
I've learned that even when you feel you have no more to give, a friend cries out and you find the srenght to help.
I've learned that our backgrounds and circumstances may have influenced our lives, but we are responsiable for who we become

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Memories of our friendship

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Четверг, 04 Августа 2011 г. 07:55 + в цитатник

A daily thought, A silent tear
A Constant wish,that u r near…
Words are few,but thoughts r deep…
Memories of our friendship,I will always keep.

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.
I'm wishing at this time that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish, this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.

~ Aksi ~
~ Wild cat ~

<center><table height="1060" width="850" cellspacing="5" cellpadding="8" border="2" background="http://www.bankoboev.ru/fons/MjI2Ng==/Bankoboev.Ru_zolotye_poloski.gif"><tbody><tr><td><center><table height="1060" width="850" cellspacing="5" cellpadding="8" border="2" background="http://artfotki.ru/1/moda0059.jpg"><tbody><tr><td><center><font face="imprint mt shadow"><span style="font-size:24px;color:#fff380">A daily thought, A silent tear <br />A Constant wish,that u r near…<br />Words are few,but thoughts r deep…<br />Memories of our friendship,I will always keep.<br /> <br /><br /><center><br /><br /></center></span><br /><font face="Century Gothic"><span style="font-size:18px;color:#fff380"> <marquee style="HEIGHT: 460px" direction="up" scrollamount="1"><br /><b>I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;<br />I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;<br />I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day<br />As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.<br />I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,<br />To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue;<br />I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,<br />And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.<br />I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me,<br />Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;<br />I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on<br />Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.<br />I'm wishing at this time that I could but repay<br />A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;<br />And could I have one wish, this only would it be:<br />I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.<br /></b></marquee><br />~ Aksi ~<br />~ Wild cat ~<br /></span></font></font></center></td></tr></tbody></table></center></td></tr></tbody></table></center>

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Среда, 03 Августа 2011 г. 15:40 + в цитатник

Take My Hand !
~ Gianna Nicole ~
~ for my best friends ~ Aksi ~

You took my hand and showed me the way,
when I was blinded by unfortunate fate.

You took my hand and prayed with me,
while my troubles quickly faded away.
You took my hand and dried my tears,
when I cried over it all.
You took my hand and helped me understand,
when I questioned our almighty one.
You took my hand and made me promise,
I’d never walk alone again.
You took my hand and mended my friendship,
when I was too stubborn to say anything.
You took my hand and made me laugh,
when we remembered our funny mistakes.
You took my hand and made me see,
that God has a special plan for me.
Now take my hand and never let go,
because our friendship means more than you’ll ever know!!

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Воскресенье, 03 Июля 2011 г. 15:29 + в цитатник

My true religion, my simple faith is in love and compassion. There is no need for complicated philosophy, doctrine, or dogma. Our own heart, our own mind, is the temple. The doctrine is compassion. Love for others and respect for their rights and dignity, no matter who or what they are... these are ultimately all we need.

~ Dalai Lama ~

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My true religion, my simple faith is in love and compassion. There is no need for complicated philosophy, doctrine, or dogma. Our own heart, our own mind, is the temple. The doctrine is compassion. Love for others and respect for their rights and dignity, no matter who or what they are... these are ultimately all we need.<br /><br />
~ Dalai Lama ~<br /></b></font><br />
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Пятница, 01 Июля 2011 г. 01:25 + в цитатник

Tower Of Light by
Pablo Neruda

O tower of light, sad beauty

that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,

calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry

of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife

of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose

from the long stem of the trampled bush

that the depths, converted into archipelago,

O natural star, green diadem,

alone in your lonesome dynasty,

still unattainable, elusive, desolate

like one drop, like one grape, like the sea.

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Tower Of Light by <br />Pablo Neruda</b></big><br /><br /><b><br />
 O tower of light, sad beauty<br /><br />
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,<br /><br />
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry<br /><br />
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife<br /><br />
of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose<br /><br />
from the long stem of the trampled bush<br /><br />
that the depths, converted into archipelago,<br /><br />
O natural star, green diadem,<br /><br />
alone in your lonesome dynasty,<br /><br />
still unattainable, elusive, desolate<br /><br />
like one drop, like one grape, like the sea. </b><br /> <br /><img src="http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab194/aksi_bucket/art2/69423573_02.png" width="100" /><img src="http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab194/aksi_bucket/art2/69423684_23.png" width="45" /><img src="http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab194/aksi_bucket/art2/69423798_39.png" width="45" /><img src="http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab194/aksi_bucket/art2/69423663_19.png" width="23" /><br />
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Среда, 29 Июня 2011 г. 01:05 + в цитатник

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Good night
for my best friend

Smiling
Aksi
Wildcat

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BORDER="0"><font color="#FFFFCC" face="Palatino Linotype"><font size="5"><font face="Palatino Linotype"><b><center><font face="imprint mt shadow"><span style="font-size:48px;color:#fff380"><br />Good night<br />for my best friend</span><br /></font></center></b><br />
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Среда, 29 Июня 2011 г. 00:43 + в цитатник

Good night
for my best friend

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love.
And the story of a love is not important -
what is important is that one is capable of love.
It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
~ Helen Hayes ~
Smiling
Aksi
Wildcat

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And the story of a love is not important -<br />
what is important is that one is capable of love.<br />
It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.<br />
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now and again
she troubles herself
to communicate with him
and when she does
he likes the way
she seems to say
what he wants to hear
or to put a finer point on it
what she thinks he wants to hear
or to put an even finer point on it
what he thinks she thinks
he wants to hear

he likes even more the way
she seems not to say
what he doesn't want to hear
or to put a finer point on it
what she thinks he doesn't want to hear
or to put an even finer point on it
what he thinks she thinks
he doesn't want to hear

it just may be the best
evidence he has
that she

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now and again<br />
she troubles herself<br />
to communicate with him<br />
and when she does<br />
he likes the way<br />
she seems to say<br />
what he wants to hear<br />
or to put a finer point on it<br />
what she thinks he wants to hear<br />
or to put an even finer point on it<br />
what he thinks she thinks<br />
he wants to hear<br />
<br />
he likes even more the way<br />
she seems not to say<br />
what he doesn't want to hear<br />
or to put a finer point on it<br />
what she thinks he doesn't want to hear<br />
or to put an even finer point on it<br />
what he thinks she thinks<br />
he doesn't want to hear<br />
<br />
it just may be the best<br />
evidence he has<br />
that she<br /><br />
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Четверг, 16 Июня 2011 г. 16:06 + в цитатник

GREAT DAY!

Posted June 13th, 2011 by Paedams

___ _____ ________ _________ ___________

Have you ever had a great day?

The day when all your dark clouds roll away!

You smile for no reason

Regardless of the season

And you think to yourself

My worries are on a shelf!

It's been a long time since I've experienced a day such as this

Usually my life is filled with shit.

Today is mellow and if

Given the chance I will dance in jello!

Oh, I feel so great

I just might roller skate!

I haven't felt like this since I was a kid

I remember the mud pies and in the dirt in which I use to dig.

I would just lay back on the green grass

Watching the clouds roll pass.

This is a great day indeed

Never mind his car, I just keyed.

Lesson learned

Whenever dealing with a man you will get burned.

xoxoxoxo

This beautiful black queen is out the door!

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GREAT DAY!<br /><br />
Posted June 13th, 2011 by Paedams<br /><br />
___ _____ ________ _________ ___________ <br /><br />
<br />
Have you ever had a great day?<br /><br />
The day when all your dark clouds roll away!<br /><br />
You smile for no reason<br /><br />
Regardless of the season<br /><br />
And you think to yourself<br /><br />
My worries are on a shelf!<br /><br />
<br />
It's been a long time since I've experienced a day such as this<br /><br />
Usually my life is filled with shit.<br /><br />
Today is mellow and if<br /><br />
Given the chance I will dance in jello!<br /><br />
Oh, I feel so great<br /><br />
I just might roller skate!<br /><br />
<br />
I haven't felt like this since I was a kid<br /><br />
I remember the mud pies and in the dirt in which I use to dig.<br /><br />
I would just lay back on the green grass<br /><br />
Watching the clouds roll pass.<br /><br />
<br />
This is a great day indeed<br /><br />
Never mind his car, I just keyed.<br /><br />
Lesson learned<br /><br />
Whenever dealing with a man you will get burned.<br /><br />
xoxoxoxo<br /><br />
This beautiful black queen is out the door!<br /><br />
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Четверг, 16 Июня 2011 г. 15:20 + в цитатник

Posted June 15th, 2011 by ShadowsCool

_________

I will let my dream out into your soul,

Breath softly me and I will come to life.

My ecstasy is the love I rage towards you.

The one who's beauty's was poured out by heaven,

Sent to me by harking angels,

Who's words were prattled upon your lips.

I ablaze in your kiss.

Your radiance sleeps with the highest stars

That pulse my heart.

Where my desire is to lay beside you

Around the aurora that glitters deep my dreams,

To become raptured in your presence

Besides the bright of heaven.

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Posted June 15th, 2011 by ShadowsCool<br /><br /><br />
_________ <br /><br /><br />
<br />
I will let my dream out into your soul,<br /><br />
Breath softly me and I will come to life.<br /><br />
My ecstasy is the love I rage towards you.<br /><br />
The one who's beauty's was poured out by heaven,<br /><br />
Sent to me by harking angels,<br /><br />
Who's words were prattled upon your lips.<br /><br />
<br />
I ablaze in your kiss.<br /><br />
Your radiance sleeps with the highest stars<br /><br />
That pulse my heart.<br /><br />
Where my desire is to lay beside you<br /><br />
Around the aurora that glitters deep my dreams,<br /><br />
To become raptured in your presence<br /><br />
Besides the bright of heaven.<br /><br />
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