im not much of poet, but fuck it lets try:

Where are all these words we used to say?
And why instead we have to pray?
That we will be together,
That we will love forever.
In many ways i care for you:
In friendship,love,
In Good and right,
In Bad and Worse,
And when we fight.
I never ever meant to make you cry
I never meant to let you die,
But not the kind of death you see in news,
And not the kind of death you hear in schools,
But mental death, for love and care,
For feeling better when im there,
Why are we going neverwhere?
Now, i can you see you found your life,
Good job, good friends,
Some peace at home,
A meaning in this hollow life,
A way to fight a fierce attack.
So please explain, hold nothing back,
So i can maybe become free,
Why do i love you more,
Then you love me?

If i just should give up, or no, doing the thing you love and chasing the it, are values i hold closest to me, and yet most of the people tell me to give up... why is that? is it a test... or am i just being stubborn... the hardest thing i have ever had to face... i wonder so many things my mind leaves, in fact i am not even here anymore, my mind leaves and my body follows...

I have been seeing this "i like..." posts for a few time, and i personally think they preety useful... i thought of constructing one myself... ended up with not much...

I like loving...
I like playing on the guitar...
I like drawing...
I like playing on the computer...
I like sleeping at the same bed with the one i love...

ahem... thats about it... except a few more things conected to the one i love

I have been seeing this "i like..." posts for a few time, and i personally think they preety useful... i thought of constructing one myself... ended up with not much...

Девушка: Помедленней, мне страшно!
Парень: Нет, это весело.
Девушка: Ничего подобного. Пожалуйста, это слишком страшно!
Парень: Тогда скажи мне, что ты меня любишь.
Девушка: Хорошо, Я люблю тебя. Тормози!
Парень: Теперь обними меня ОЧЕНЬ сильно.
*Девушка обнимает его*
Парень: Можешь снять мой шлем и надеть его на себя? Он мне надоел....
(в газете на следующий день)
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"Мотоцикл разбился о здание из-за неполадки в тормозах. На тот момент на нём было два человека, и лишь один выжил."
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На самом же деле, на половине пути по дороге, парень осознал, что тормоза сломаны, но он не хотел, чтобы девушка об этом знала. Вместо этого, он попросил её сказать, что она его любит и обнять в последний раз. Затем он заставил её надеть его шлем, чтобы она осталась жива, несмотря на то, что это означало, его смерть.

It is a good story, true or not, i do love someone, and i will never replace her.

I am so tired of suffering for my own stupidty, i now know how wrong have i been,
I have been pushing the one i love to the limits and beyond, and now i have lost Her... But i wont give up... i know i wont, we can still get back.

Got the guitar back! but! no first string... well i dont usually complain... and so i didnt...

Things got kinda heated up with the girl yesterday... and not in the good way, we kind of had a fight/serious conversation about stuff that happend a long time ago,
and eventually we both,hopefully, reached an understanding.

basiclly a good start for a week

I am home alone... not much to do except play games and eat... guitar not home yet... the girl is probably sleeping... and i had wierd dreams about jeans stores in Petah Tikva, falling comets and Final Fantasy... go figure.

My dreams keep getting wierder and wierder yesterday i had a dream about me and a friend of mine which i cant remember going to this single/singles place he met a girl there and asked me to ahem... do her cause he dosent know how...
being the good friend that i am i agreed... and well then you know what happend after that... was not too graphic though... could have been more intresting...

It is about a month and half since i've touched my guitar... let alone play on it.
Not only am i not getting better im starting to lose some of my skill!

This is all because of my big brother... he left it in a friends house and god knows when this friend return's from the army... and putting faith in my brother is like look for socks in the dark, you dont know what you are going to get but it sure wont be what u wished for...

well atleast i convinced him to bring it home tommrow... we will see what happens maybe something has changed since the last 203th time he told me "tommrow"

Today was intresting, i must say.

My mom and dad werent angry at me... not at all... oh i suppose you want the whole story, right? oh ok... well it started at me forgetting my cell phone at home,
vanishing without a trace and ending up sleeping at my love's place.

now the thing is noone except me and her knew about it... and for parents of a young couple such as we should be kinda scary. well her side did not show anykind of anger or will to rip my hands or her hands for that matter...

now to my side... well my parents are well known for their so-called "flexibilty"
and they tend to even keep up with it, as long as i update them to what i am about to do, sounds preety common does it not?... well thats only because it is preety common, but thats beside the point.

now when their trust is broken (i didnt call... bla bla) i am to suffer the divine powers of the parents, also known as... "The Talk" or "The Dissapointed Face"
ready for my doom i send the final kiss i will send to my loved one, ready to face the hatchet of judgment... and then i saw it... my dad's... smiling face!!... ?? smiling?

" im sorr-" "Its allright we just got worried a bit, i knew you were at sasha's but still" ^.^

and then my mom with the same reaction...

they werent angry at me... heh oh and i didnt go to work today cause im a lazy bum... my head also hurt but thats besides the point.

and now i am sitting at home and

Super Moo