Monday, February 23, 2004
Yesterday, i went to the park, and it was in the middle of London. There was a football tournament, so i stood and watched. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I swore that i saw David Beckham. I looked again, and it was him! I ran up to him, and he taught me a lot of football tricks, and then i got his autograph. When i went home, i put it in a plastic folder, and stuck it on my bedroom wall. I was about to get into bed, when my foot hit the bedpost.
I blinked and opened my eyes, "Damn!" I said, "It was a dream."
:-)
I blinked and opened my eyes, "Damn!" I said, "It was a dream."
:-)
Sunday, February 01, 2004
It is Sunday evening and I am at home; I am bored and I do not know what to do. I like poetry; so let me write one of my poeme here:
Winter
The wind is as cold as ice
The snow looks like grains of rice
The winter comes here
Once a year
And it is beautiful and nice
Winter
The wind is as cold as ice
The snow looks like grains of rice
The winter comes here
Once a year
And it is beautiful and nice
Saturday, January 17, 2004
:-(0
Sunday, January 04, 2004
!-)
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Quote of the day:
'Love of money is the love of all evils.'
'Love of money is the love of all evils.'
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Quote of the Day:
'Genius shows itself not so much in the discovery of new answers as in the discovery of new questions.'
Gilbert Ryle (1900-1976) British philosopher.
'Genius shows itself not so much in the discovery of new answers as in the discovery of new questions.'
Gilbert Ryle (1900-1976) British philosopher.
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
:-) I haven't really got anything to write, but thank you for visiting my blog, and i hope you enjoyed reading the poem i posted.
Here is another:
Faces at the window,
Staring into space,
Wanting to believe,
They belong in a special place.
Eyes are squinting,
People thinking,
Cars are driving past their faces.
Staring at the meadows, that are far beyond their sight,
Late at night, by the light.
Men are shouting,
Women pouting,
Far beyond the meadows.
By Sara
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Here is another:
Faces at the window,
Staring into space,
Wanting to believe,
They belong in a special place.
Eyes are squinting,
People thinking,
Cars are driving past their faces.
Staring at the meadows, that are far beyond their sight,
Late at night, by the light.
Men are shouting,
Women pouting,
Far beyond the meadows.
By Sara
Copyright (C)