Life would be perfect if there were just love stories that give one hope or make another cry.  Fortunatly, there are another kind of stories.

Life would be perfect if there were just love stories that give one hope or make another cry.  Fortunatly, there are another kind of stories.

Small miracles of the imperfect life

Last night a conversation on the kitchen turned into a quite fascinating subject. Being obsessed by swedish girls my boyfriends kept on talking about swedish relationships and swedish girls. Me and my girlfriends had no choice but to keep on listening to those (that’s what i call friendship) who are searching for answers of “What to do?” or better say “What not to do?”.

Morning … Me being tired of fb, msn, skype was checking forum on www.studyinsweden.ru … Me having in the messy head a million of thoughts one of which was devoted to the last_night_conversation … Me found this:

http://www.thelocal.se/17566/20090216/

:)

Probably one can find himself confident in the things he was confused about … but not for a long time (as usual)) My confidence lasted 10 seconds (as usual) cause now I am wondering: what one, like me, should do in Sweden if she is not drinking?

my dreams are made and used and wasted..

my dreams are made and used and wasted..

”..It was another busy day beginning..”

”..It was another busy day beginning..”