Pure hapiness

Hello, international community of bloggers!!
Today I consider myself as an happy person. Why? No special reason, to be honest.
I'm just enjoying the simple fact of being alive :D When I'm happy it's usually the same feeling: a deep and immense love towards the world. Isn't it beautiful? To be in harmony with ourselves and the others, to enjoy every breath of life, every second of our existence as deeply as humanly possible? Of course it is! Who doesn't like these moments of inner peace, which compensate in one second all the violence, stress, misery and unhappiness of a life-time, which bring together the pieces of a broken soul? Please, look around and ask yourselves this: isn't my life wonderful? You'll see you have something, at least one thing, holding you when you fall.

yours faithfully,
millou

Feeling of the day

Don't ever worry.

Life is too important for you to worry about it.

And, if you are, just as me, a person with an annoying tendency to worry about everything, all the time, just think that, if it really makes you happy, it's not a problem to worry about something. Things are NEVER a problem. We are the ones who create them. Ok, your boyfriend left you. If he did that, then he's an idiot and you should be glad you got rid of him. Your marks suck, ok, that's a wonderful chance to change something about your lifestyle, your method, your concentration. You are an horrible person (no one is ever THAT horrible) - that's great as long as you see it as an opportunity to reborn and redesign yourself entirely. You only have to relax and look at the problems with the right attitude. This world is yours, RULE IT!

Hi!!!

Terrible cold around here, but I'm alive!!!
By the way, I'm sorry for this huge period of laziness, in which I haven't wrote a thing here.
Well, I have been busy wasting my holidays and really don't have anything to tell you, people, except this little fact: I've been writing this kind of tale about a girl and her bodyguard. It's not finished yet, and I seriously doubt it will ever be, but I love the first part of the first paragraph. I'm just proud of it (yes, I know I could be more modest...).
Well, in the overall I feel pretty happy, despite the test I'm going to do after tomorrow and for which I haven't studied much yet :S
Can't come up with any other stupid issue to talk about, so I guess that's it ;)

yours,
millou


PS : I love you.

Kidding :P
The PS is : Listen to Night of the Hunter, by Thirty Seconds to Mars. It's just beautiful.

Hey!!!
It has been sunny here in Lisbon, and I'm extremely happy.
I was supposed to be studying for a Maths test that all the 11th grade students in Portugal who study Maths at high school (yes, it includes me) will have tomorrow. Instead, I'm lying on the couch, writing this while I'm hearing my neighbour (of my exact age - 15) playing with his motto (is this how it's spelled??) at the garage and listening to the MTVs, as usual (by the way, I hate Florence and the Machine).
Anyway, I'm well prepared for this test (I think), and need to have some rest because I'm starting feeling ill (what a wonderful time to be sick, hã...), so I mustn't feel guilty for being here doing nothing.
yours,
millou

Hey!!
I've been seriously (what's serious to me may be pathetic to you) busy these days. This week will be awful, full of hateful and complicated tests, and so on.
Still, I've been thinking about my life (while trying to fall asleep, activity which, by the way, usually takes an hour or two), and came to the conclusion I'm too childish. I'm starting (only now, after 15 years of a useless life) to worry about things and people, try to be (more) perfect, well, have a plan for my life. I'm really willing to change this about myself (not sure of the spelling here, you know my English isn't exactly the best... :P), and I like to think I will make it. However, I'm not exactly sure. I can never do anything, why should it be different this time? Well, I guess I'll have to do it slowly, trying to reach perfection at every second of my life.
My grandfather died on Monday. I wasn't very close to him, but going to a funeral for the first time and understanding that those things happen, that people actually die, kind of gave me some inner strength to live while I'm alive.

kisses, and wish you all a happier weekend than mine will be :D
millou

Do you know what I've just discovered?
Me and Muse are soul-mates!
I see them as 30STM talking about love (and I love to talk about love). That's something that has always somewhat annoyed me in 30STM - they have an opinion, a philosophy, a plan, about everything except emotions. They are too rational, Muse have the same ferocity but sing mostly about emotions, specially love.
But don't get me wrong - I love 30 Seconds to Mars! Just found out that I also love Muse...


P.S: I've only been talking about songs in the last days because I haven't done anything else beside listening to the MTVs and study. As I don't plan to explain you Darwin's theory about the evolution of the species, natural selection, and so on, I'm just posting my thoughts about the music I've been listening to.

Developing my artistic sense (still)

I'm listening to the MTVs, fact that explains this attack of quotes from the lyrics of lovely songs.

«It wasn't complicated,
wasn't pre-meditated,
to you I'm dedicated
let's go ahead and say it

I LOVE YOU»

Cheryl Cole's Three Words