Is it so that every melodrama starts with love (one-sided at least) and ends with death? I guess it's truth, I have never seen one with a happy end.
He loves her, but she doesn't love him. She cheats on him, he finds out... Later, she starts to see him in a different light, actually she starts to get to know him. He still loves her, although struggles not to show that...

Why is it that we start to appreciate things when we are to lose them? Why do we waste time pretending we don't feel what we feel? And why is it that we have to pay for that in the worst possible way? One could say it is justice..

I would like to learn to appreciate every moment of my life, either good or bad, and don't let anything escape my notice. Bad things must happen to be able to value the good ones.

If you find some time,which may be hard now:), I recommend seeing "Malowany welon"; although it is a melodrama, but not a tear-jerker kind, so even men can enjoy it... I guess

I decided to join to those who published their childhood pictures. My picture was taken on the stairs in front ofthe house I used to live in. I was around 4 then, I think it's easy to recognise me here. I know my hair is different (I had a fringe!). This house is a complete ruin today, became a magazine for old furniture, carpets etc. The boy next to me is my brother.

I like this idea of photos. It brings the memories from childhood alive, doesn't it? I have a few memories form that period, one of them is when I go out to pick a tomato in the garden to eat for supper. I miss that taste and feeling... Later, we moved out to a block of flat and my mother brought tomatoes from the grocery. They didn't taste the same...

I have finished my teahing practice today! Finally! Alhough I'm happy that it's behind me but the moment I left the school I felt that I would miss it. My class consisted of a group of teenage boys, and despite their talkativness and occassional small 'fights' I liked them. I really did. The good point is that I will have free Monday afternoons... no, I won't have, I have to go on with my thesis that is nearly finished.

I long for peace and quiet... My flatmate has got very loud personality, unfortunately. I don't know how it is. I'd like the place where I live, eat and sleep to be the oasis of peace and silence. The world outside is too noisy... Do you also feel that we have 'to struggle' for a minute of silence?

like newborn?

I've just realised that all I had written in this blog so far is so pessimistic. I don't really now why as I've always thought of myself as very optimistic! I never tend to worry about things, at least I don't show it. However, my best friend says I'm the biggest 'grumbler' in the world. It's high time to stop that. I've found new energy to live, I don't know from where, but it is all around me. Maybe it's this spring weather, sun, birds - they all make me feel like newborn. Or maybe it's somethng else... :) And the long weekend is so close!

My diploma...When I think of it I feel like crying...No, I'm kidding. The truth is that so far I have managed to do quite a good job, at least I think so. It is not as hard as I thougt to write 40 or 50 pages, but what is really hard for me is to find, maybe not motivation, but a kind of drive to read, sit and write. I even put my desk in the middle of the room to make myself as comfortable as possible. My practical part is already behind me, now around 100 pages from five different books wait for me to be read. I have to speed up and finish the whole before MAy. My long weekend will be very busy...
Actually, this the busiest term in my life, I have never had so little time just for myself... I wonder how you see it..

Have you ever had one pupil on the lesson? And I don't mean a private lesson. I have. However, I'm really grateful that it happened, as I could look at this pupil from a different side. Normally, he was extremely shy, mumbling words under his nose and rarely interacting with me. He sometimes even ignored me and sat with his head on the table! But during this one lesson he amazed me with his knolwedge and willingness to participate and it wasn't like that just because he was the only one in the class and he was forced to. I had previously thought he was lazy and not very clever... I was wrong and I felt a little bit ashamed of myself.
Isn't it that the teachers usually do not pay much attention to those students who are rather passive and rarely say anything? That is totally unfair. I believe all students look for teacher's attention and appreciation. Soemtimes they just can't get through other students...Patryk, I'm still sorry...

Perfect time...
I've been home for three days, already getting rest before Easter, my best friend has just come from Kijów (Anita, you can't even imagine how I'm happy you're back), my dog is doing everything to draw my attention (I love it!) If only I didn't have to wash up, clean, mix...
Never mind! I like Easter with all its preparation. For me Easter is beautiful only when it's sunny and warm and it looks like it really is.
This was the last time I wrote about myself. Never more! I hate it!