<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:08:57.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Williaminas' World </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-110462415423884017</id><published>2005-01-02T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:02:34.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of the year 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Greetings to all! We really did it! I mean the New Year. But we should never forget the past year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm a bit crazy now, 'cos it's night here now in my native small town and my dream is to go to sleep, but also I have to wait one song to be downloaded. So, you are to read my thoughts :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I always wanted to make some conclusion. You know, like in the news - what we had during the year 2004. But it'll be not political, just simply events of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. I've finished my school. It was on the 19th of June. I'll never forget that day - my prom! It was like a fairytale. And with the best principal! And, of course, my 11-A!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Now I'm a student! One of my dreams too. Now I know I'm smart enough! Ha-ha. Just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. My teacher now has a baby-boy - Victor. He was born on the 9th of June. I'll never forget those 3 weeks that we were without her. But those weeks really made us closer to each other (especially with my best friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. My parents bought a new appartment. The bigger one. So I'm gonna move out in summer (probably, but still don't know for sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. I've found lots of new friends in my Univ. They're just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've finally seen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last Buffy eps. - they're amazing, it's a pity Sarah is not into another ones. But we still have her, we have James and all others :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. I have a new model of my mobile phone. It's Siemens C62. Happy event!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. It was a year of lost love. It's hard to explain, but the thing is that I'm over it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. I've found who my friends really are. Thanks to all of them. Love some of them :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Now I know my enemies. Which is really good, because I will never let them stab my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. I can proudly say that I'm stronger now. In all the ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. Now I have earrings in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. I still have my e-mail friends with me. Lots of hugs to all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. My country is different now. We are the Nation!!! I'm proud to be one of the millions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. We have a new President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. My parents are the best in the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. I'm happy to be what I am, to have what I have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's not the whole list, it's all I could remember by now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm older now. In 2005 I'll be 18! Almost a grown-up. It's time to say goodbye to the PAST and to welcome the FUTURE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Asignatura Pendiente&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos besos atrasados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;demorados y que ganas de tenerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;en mis brazos embriagarnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;de recuerdos tan lejanos&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estas tan cerca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;y me vuelve el pasado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;la revancha de un amor nunca empezado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;se me escapan los segundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;por tenerte aqui a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Un amor ganandole al tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor de pasado y de recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor que nos haga de esa luz&lt;br /&gt;Te acaricio y me entregas y te entrego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;en tu cuerpo un alma en celo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;como un loco me sumerjo en el pasado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;y te sueno aqui a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos y el amor nos hace un nido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;que hasta dios un nido eterno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tan sincero que no hay modo de quebarnos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;no encuentran tan enteros&lt;br /&gt;Un amor ganandole al tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor de pasado y de recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor que nos haga de esa luz&lt;br /&gt;Un amor ganandole al tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor de pasado y de recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor que nos haga de esa luz&lt;br /&gt;Un amor verdadero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor tan sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Un amor que nos haga de esa luz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-110462415423884017?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/110462415423884017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=110462415423884017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110462415423884017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110462415423884017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2005/01/second-day-of-year-2005.html' title='Second day of the year 2005'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-110452229947565243</id><published>2004-12-31T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:44:59.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy New Year to all of U!!!!!!!!!!! I hope it'll be just great year, 'cos we have OUR PRESIDENT with us!!! Happy New Year to Ukraine, To Europe, America and the wole world!!! Love U all!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-110452229947565243?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/110452229947565243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=110452229947565243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110452229947565243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110452229947565243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-110254300266988242</id><published>2004-12-08T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:56:42.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We're the strongest :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Нас багато і нас не подолати!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's the thing that I wanted to write on my native Ukraininan language. That means - There are lots of us and we're undefeated! And that's completely true. Believe me. The power of our truth is the strongest power in the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now we're celebrating. Yes, it's not the celebration that we all waited for, but that's something. The real celebration will come soon, I'm sure in it. There's no more lies, no more those horrible things that we used to have. I don't know what'll be in future, but I hope something new, good and wonderful. Our nation is not on it's knees anymore. We're not the nation, we're Nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As all TV channels say, this day will be marked in our history. Today's the day when our country turned into the Parliamential-Presidentially country (we used to be Presidential-Parliamentially). That means that Parliament will have more power now. I really don't know is it good or bad. I'm not a politic... But from what I understand, that's 50/50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But all we have to do now is to wait. To wait for the 26 of December. Hope the democracy will win this time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God bless us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-110254300266988242?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/110254300266988242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=110254300266988242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110254300266988242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110254300266988242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/12/were-strongest.html' title='We&apos;re the strongest :-)'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-110241158941218311</id><published>2004-12-07T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:26:29.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Country! Orange Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just one thing I wanted to write today. I just LOVE orange colour!!! This is the colour of FREEDOM!!! We're all strong and will be till the end!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hugs to all I know. And also to those I don't know :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-110241158941218311?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/110241158941218311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=110241158941218311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110241158941218311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110241158941218311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/12/orange-country-orange-life.html' title='Orange Country! Orange Life!!!'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-110089652153964377</id><published>2004-11-19T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:35:21.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new, something blue!</title><content type='html'>Oh God, I'm &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; back here! It's been so long since the last time. Many things have changed in my life. So has my blog. It's blue with white now (it used to be pink!). I really don't know the reason of changes... Really... But this is what I have here. Now blue is my fav colour!!!&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'll promise myself to write something new here everytime I enter Internet area. Now life's much better and I'm not so tired as I was just 1-2 months ago. That's good for me! But everything was like in hell back then.. You know, I'm a &lt;em&gt;freshman&lt;/em&gt;! And it's always bad to be like that. But now I'm completely new. I don't feel like the 1st year student. I'm just a &lt;strong&gt;STUDENT&lt;/strong&gt; of department of English language and literature.&lt;br /&gt;So now it's late and I still have to learn my Latin. So I'll return here tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Bye, love. Williamina.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Special "HI" to my friend &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fashiongrrl&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's okay if you're not the smartest, the brightest, the most talanted or prettiest, but the most important thing is to be confident with who you are - and I know I certainly take a lot from that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ~ Sarah Michelle Gellar. November 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-110089652153964377?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/110089652153964377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=110089652153964377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110089652153964377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/110089652153964377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-new-something-blue.html' title='Something new, something blue!'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-109214220710660549</id><published>2004-08-10T15:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:50:07.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Save My Love</title><content type='html'>I know that it was long time since I wrote something in my blog... It was a happy time, but at the same time - sad. Maybe I'm a bit bad mooded now, but it's just me! You can congratulate me - now I'm officially student! Everything will start on the 25 of August. But before I'll have practics - the help to the University. I don't know what we'll do there, I just know that I have to go there on the 17th of August. You know, it's just don't fare - all of my friends start their studies on the 1st of September, but I don't...It's over... Now my childhood is over.... Oh, God, how hard is to realize it, to move on from it. I just don't feel like grown-up. I feel I'm the same girl I was just 2.5 month ago!I know it's my turn to walk away from it. I have to leave it, to go... But I'm so afraid that as the time passes, I'll forget all good that I had at school, with my friends. I'm afraid of losing that memory, but not because I want to forget, it's because I want that memory to stay with me forever! It's the end, but only for today! See U next time, hope with the better mood and with the new impressions from the University :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-109214220710660549?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/109214220710660549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=109214220710660549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109214220710660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109214220710660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/08/save-my-love.html' title='Save My Love'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-108980107466937909</id><published>2004-07-15T11:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T13:31:14.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad days</title><content type='html'>I've promised to write about the hardest days in my life. Oh, God... Well, those are connected with my school(yeah, school!). As maybe you know, or don't know - I've finished my school almost 1 month ago. It was the hardest time ever! First of all back then I began to realize that there will be no more lesons, my friends and even my teachers! I always knew that this time would come and everything would be over... But... I don't know. It's kinda really complicated... I remember that I always wanted to become grown up, to have my own life without that childish problems. Now I have this life, but something is missing. I feel that I don't fit here. I feel that I've left something there - in my school, with my friends... It's hard to realize that next year there'll be other pupils, but there'll be no us... I won't meet my friends on the 1st of September(as I usually did). It's hard to speak about our class in the form of the past tense...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for somebody it's funny to read these things, but it's not for me. I feel that the part of me died on the 19th of June(exactly when I left my school for forever). I know that there'll be another life, but it won't be like that! Never!!! Sometimes I begin to think about all that and I just want to cry... I don't know why, but it's really hard to remember that time that we had together. It's a big period of time -10 years!&lt;br /&gt;My school has become a part of my life. Maybe it's just because the new principal? I don't know... It's hard to write about all that emotions that are now in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think - how happy I am: there'll be no chemistry, physics, biology and etc. But at the same time I'd agree to live that life again! How I want to return there! &lt;br /&gt;I have videos from my first and last bells, my prom. How hard it's to watch them! To see everybody together...&lt;br /&gt;But I think the hardest thing is the Time. There are some moments in our lives when it's hard to realize and to feel the Time. Time is cruel... It gives us something new, but takes away all we had and wanted to have. Time leaves only memories and dreams... I'm happy that my dreams came true, because there were my friends and school in my life. But at the same time it's hard to realize that Time can make those memories and dreams just fade away... I hate Time! It took everything... &lt;br /&gt;At the same time I know that I must be strong and to be ready to make a new step in my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a goodbye, a look back on something good, warm and sunny. You start to breath slow, you're calm and happy. No worries and problems. You already said goodbye and now you got over it. It's all right. You just have to leave, leave this place, across the universe to another life. Your way will be long and smooth. You're good with it, but still something trembles in your heart. You want to come back, but it's impossible, and you clearly know it. You're in the middle between past and unseen future. You breathe and take a step forwards, across the universe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to say that word &lt;strong&gt;"GOODBYE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always return to my school. I'll always remember it as the &lt;strong&gt;BEST TIME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Oh, by the way, Fashiongrrl! Thanx for the support :) And one more thing - I don't really speak Russian. Well, I know it and can speak it. But I live in the Western part of the country and we speak here Ukrainian. That's what I wanted to say. Oh, and good luck with your fanfic!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-108980107466937909?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/108980107466937909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=108980107466937909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108980107466937909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108980107466937909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/07/sad-days.html' title='Sad days'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-108971576345778092</id><published>2004-07-13T23:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:49:23.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First exam!</title><content type='html'>Oh God! Yesterday was my first exam. I don't know how I'm still alive... But, okay. I'm still alive and that's very good!!! So I have made my first step. Now waiting for Friday - it's next exam in Ukrainian language. It's really strange! I know English better than Ukrainian!!! At school I had better marks in English! A bit stupid... About yesterday: everything started at 7 am, when my mommy and daddy woke me up. That was the beginning. I ate my breakfast and went to the University. But wait! It was &lt;strong&gt;RAINING&lt;/strong&gt;! Really, not kind of light rain... And I had to go there. But finnaly I got there and my exam started. It was easier than I hoped. They asked me only to read, translate and comment on the text. Then something about the adverb - I couldn't remember about the 5 groups of the adverbs (those of time, place and etc.) But then I spoke about the Ukrainian traditions. That was much easier. I gues that's all. I've got good mark. &lt;strong&gt;THANX TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND E-MAIL FRIENDS FOR THEIR GREAT SUPPORT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have one special person (of course except my parents) that will always be there for me and will always help me. It may sound unusual, but it's my &lt;strong&gt;English teacher&lt;/strong&gt;. But firstly she's not my teacher - she's my real friend!!! I'm so happy to have such friend!!!! Her name is Alla Victorivna. She's 30. But usually she acts like she's 20! She's the best!!! She has a baby. He's only 1 month. So cute!!!!!! So about her support - yesterday she sent me 2 SMS messages. They really helped me to keep my head cool and not to give up. So what can I say - &lt;strong&gt;THANX ALLA VICTORIVNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to speak about my teacher - I would write here for forever. But let's change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's almost noon here. I'm home alone - well, if not to count my parrot :) Probably, I'll begin to study in 15 minutes, as soon, as I'll finish with my post.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BtVS fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So today's the last episode of the 5-th season. The one where Buffy dies and Spike cries. Oh... It's so hard to watch - I saw it for 6 times... Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know, maybe what I write here is a bit silly. It makes no sence, but it's ME. &lt;br /&gt;And the last thing - it's to &lt;strong&gt;Fashiongrrl&lt;/strong&gt; - don't give up! No mater of what just be strong, 'cos these things are sent to try us! I really don't know what your situation is, but I want you to fell better :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero llorar por ti &lt;br /&gt;hace rato te perdi &lt;br /&gt;y cuando cierro mis ojos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada lugar que recorro &lt;br /&gt;tiene contigo que ver &lt;br /&gt;a cada paso hay testigos &lt;br /&gt;de este amor que se nos fue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dige adios &lt;br /&gt;fue el final y nada quedo  &lt;br /&gt;entre los dos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo el sol &lt;br /&gt;nuestro sol &lt;br /&gt;y el dolor &lt;br /&gt;y este adios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te vas &lt;br /&gt;y me voy &lt;br /&gt;y nadie dijo &lt;br /&gt;perdon  &lt;br /&gt;lloras tu &lt;br /&gt;lloro yo &lt;br /&gt;nuestro sol se apago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir asi &lt;br /&gt;ya se que no volveras &lt;br /&gt;es unutil te recuerdo &lt;br /&gt;no debo mirar atras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en los atardeceres &lt;br /&gt;apenas la luz se ve &lt;br /&gt;imagino que te acercas &lt;br /&gt;y todo vuelve a empezar &lt;br /&gt;Dije adios &lt;br /&gt;fue el final &lt;br /&gt;y nada quedo &lt;br /&gt;entre los dos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is by ErreWay. It's for those, who understand Spanish. It's very lyrical and makes me think of the past. That time will never return to me, because cruel Time took everything from me and now I'm alone... I have only my memories left... It's a very hard situation... I'll write about it in my next post.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-108971576345778092?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/108971576345778092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=108971576345778092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108971576345778092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108971576345778092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-exam.html' title='First exam!'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-109041472720594903</id><published>2004-07-13T02:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:58:47.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's really summer!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! How happy I am!!! Now I finally have my real summer vacations! Without any exams and studying!&lt;br /&gt;My last exam was on Sunday. It was Engilsh tests. I've got 142 points from 150! Yeah!!! &lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to do something that I haven't done since my exams started - I've decided to watch some movies on DVD. The first movie was "13 going on 30". Something like somebody wishes to become older. And it really happens. It was about one girl, who wanted to become 30. And she did. A bit silly, but I liked it! Now I want to turn it to AVI file. But I don't know what program is better to use... Oh, and I liked the actor who performed one of the leading roles - Mark Ruffalo. I know npthing about him, but he's in some way cute! The other role was by Gennifer Garner from Alias. She's ok too. This film is something like romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;The other movie was "Cold Mountain" How I liked that film!!!! Nicole Kidman is the best!!!! Ha-ha! But Sarah is the bestest :) I still remember it!&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'm going to my classmate's wedding. I hope to have a good time :) &lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is Buffy Musical!!!!!!!!!! James will sing "Let me rest in peace"!!!! How I like that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's all for today, 'cos I'm going to watch "Friends". Oh, and by the way, how did all ended there? We're only watching here the season where Rachel and Ross married in Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;So bye. I'll write more tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dije, no voy a volver&lt;br /&gt;No voy a sentir&lt;br /&gt;No voy a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Y te vi &lt;br /&gt;Y todo cambio&lt;br /&gt;No pude negarme a tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios &lt;br /&gt;Que no te puedo olvidar mas&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Que sea tuya hasta al final&lt;br /&gt;Sera que al fin&lt;br /&gt;Tu corazon se desperto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirame assi&lt;br /&gt;Que en ese brillo&lt;br /&gt;Pueda ver toda la fuersa&lt;br /&gt;(de tu amor)&lt;br /&gt;De tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que entre tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Lleges a la primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios &lt;br /&gt;Que no te puedo olvidar mas&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Que sea tuya hasta al final&lt;br /&gt;Sera que al fin&lt;br /&gt;Tu corazon se desperto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se si pueda perdonnar&lt;br /&gt;No se si deba regresar&lt;br /&gt;Para perderte una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;Sera que al fin me ames de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te alejes &lt;br /&gt;No digas adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a good song. Now I'm listening to it :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-109041472720594903?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/109041472720594903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=109041472720594903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109041472720594903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109041472720594903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/07/now-its-really-summer.html' title='Now it&apos;s really summer!!!!!'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-109000975997661566</id><published>2004-07-13T02:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:29:19.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day with second exam.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, who reads this! I'm alive after my second exam. Well, it wasn't really an exam, it was the dictation in Ukrainian language. The results I'll know only tomorrow. I HOPE they'll be good. It's really important for me and my parents. God, help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a kind of ordinary day, except that I've got up at 6 am. It's because my University is in the other part of my town and the exam was abuot to start at 8:30 am. Everything went well, I wrote all I had. &lt;br /&gt;Then we returned home, but before, we visited my granny. Then went to the very big shop "Karpaty" with the materials for building. It's because now we have a new flat. In about a year we're moving out of my old flat. It's such a pity... But I have to move on!&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went as usual. I saw my principals from school. Yeah, two of them. One is the old one, who's now retired. And the other is MY PRINCIPAL.I like him so much!!! He's such a great person!!!!! Oh, by the way, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAVLO STEPANOVICH (18th of July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've met some interesting guys. It was like:&lt;br /&gt;-Hi girls!(there was also my friend)&lt;br /&gt;-Hi!&lt;br /&gt;-So, you're future students?(we were near the University)&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, and what?&lt;br /&gt;-What faculty?&lt;br /&gt;-English.(While speaking, I was writing and laughing. But to tell the truth I don't know what was so funny at that moment... I just love to laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, you're cool!&lt;br /&gt;-Well, yeah. And what?&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing. (after the pause) Do you speak english?(we were speaking Ukrainian at that moment)&lt;br /&gt;I return to them and say:&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah(but not in english, in ukrainian)&lt;br /&gt;Now they begin to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask me the same, but on german. As I know in german only a few words, I say "no". Oh, how I wanted to say "JA-JA"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then they told me that they're finished the same school that I. But a few years earlier. Funny meeting!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, I can't look at the other boys, 'cos there's only one in my heart... But he's not mine... We're just friends, good friends. I know that it's bad to fall in love with best friends, but it's not my fault...I don't even know how it happened!&lt;br /&gt;I hated him for a long time, then we became friends and now... I know this person quite well - for almost more then 10 years, but I don't know what to do. I want him to be mine, but at the same time I'm afraid to make the first step........ How hard it is to love somebody, who doesn't love you(or maybe loves, but afraids to tell...)! &lt;br /&gt;I've tried to forget about him, but I just can't pull him our of my heart. What should I do?????   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-109000975997661566?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/109000975997661566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=109000975997661566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109000975997661566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/109000975997661566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/07/second-day-with-second-exam.html' title='Second day with second exam.'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497474.post-108866384381181147</id><published>2004-07-01T19:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T09:37:23.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my first post!</title><content type='html'>So hi everybody who reads this! As you could read in the title - it's my first post. I don't really know what to write today... Well, it's 'cos it very early here where I'm now. I want to sleep... Oh, by the way I'm a huge Buffy &amp; Spike fan!!! &lt;br /&gt;So bye for today. I hope sombody visits my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7497474-108866384381181147?l=williamina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/feeds/108866384381181147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7497474&amp;postID=108866384381181147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108866384381181147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7497474/posts/default/108866384381181147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamina.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-my-first-post.html' title='It&apos;s my first post!'/><author><name>Williamina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13963105260948553108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
