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Quotes II

“Success is simple. Do what’s right, the right way, at the right time.” Arnold H. Glasow. Yes, looked at it that way, it is simple… but when’s the right time an dwhat’s the right way and time? Good question. Maybe something inside will tell us when the time has come. Maybe it has already come and we missed it, maybe it is to come and we’ll miss it, who knows?

“You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.” Indira Gandhi. It’s impossible; everyone knows that. So we have to forget our differences and make peace with each other, by shaking our hands.

“If you wish to be a writer, write.” Epictctus. There’s no better way to start than, when, we feel inspired, we get a sheet of paper and a pen, and write about anything, because that’s the way to begin; with the mark the pencil leaves on paper.

 “Age is not important unless you’re a cheese.” Helen Hayes. Age whould be of the inside, of the soul. Age should not be knows; just guessed.

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” Charles M. Schulz. Chocolates are the most essential thing. It lifs a broken heart, it dries tears, it makes people strong. It’s the most special thing. I don’t know what I would do without chocolate!

“Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.” Marilyn French. Not sure I understand very well. Suppose it wants to tell us that men may be large, and great, but they can stumble over very small and simple things, that paralize them…?

“Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.” Juvenal. Because nature is wisdom itself.

“Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut, that held its ground.” David Icke. Everything starts humbly, everything starts the same; everyone’s the same, from dust we came, to dust we’ll go. And it isn’t just religion. It’s true. So why so many differences, why are we so materialistic? Why?


30 June 2007 at 11:48 pm Leave a comment

Cuotes I

I like reading cuotes, and giving my opinion about them, so here are a few (with  my opinion, obviously):

“The future has a way of arriving unannounced.” George Will. Future always comes unanounced… it’s there all the time; We are in the present, but I was in the past when I wrote it, so now I’m in the future. Right?

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Arthur C. Clarke. Sometimes, it’s very true.

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” Phyllis Diller

“Before I met my husband, I’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.” Rita Rudner. Nice, and trully intelligent. To fall in love is a very strong phrase to say.

“Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.” Loretta Young. Sweet, and very true.

“Love is a game that two can play and both win.” Eva Gabor. Yes, that’s all right, but when does it REALLY happen? Like, come on!

22 June 2007 at 10:27 pm Leave a comment

The all-knowing boy

Once upon a time, there was a boy who was born knowing almost everything. School was useless for him; he already knew all that was taught there, and so was secondary school and university. His parents still thought that it would be a good idea to send him to school to socialize. One day, one of his friends told him,

            “I know one thing you don’t know!”                                                                                                                                                                                  

            “What?” asked the intelligent boy, but the other one didn’t reply. He thought and thought, he consulted his parents, the internet, but none had the answer. After a long week, he asked again to the boy that had told him that he didn’t know something what was that thing he didn’t know.

            “Please tell me what I don’t know,” he pleaded.

            “You don’t know how to learn. If someone invented a new language, you wouldn’t be able to learn it, if you committed a mistake, you wouldn’t be able to learn from it. I’ve noticed that when someone invents a new game, you never take place, because you don’t understand it, you can’t learn it. You are perfect, you can’t get better, but life’s about getting better and learning from mistakes.” The all-knowing boy walked away knowing that even though he’ll be successful in life, at the same time he would never live.

Inspired by Maria Camila Neyra (my sister)

Written by Rosario Neyra (me)

18 June 2007 at 4:49 pm 2 comments

June 18th

When you dream twice of a person he or she goes to sleep thinking of you? I hope so. Because I dreamt of him, last night and two nights ago. But I better tell you what I’ve been up to.

I went to the cinema to see the most boring film of all. It was the 16th. It was called ‘The best of our lives’.  It was in French, and I went with my best friend, her boyfriend and her sister. they snogged for 36 minutes, and then she fell asleep in her arms. It was then I wished Martin had come with us. But he didn’t. And I felt so lonely. I feel so lonely.

Yasterday nothing happened, and today either, but as I told you before, it’s the second time I dreamt of him. And he was so in love in my dreams! It was just heaven! Wonderland! But then dreams are always like that. A whole world invented my oneself to cure the pains of the day. Which brings me to what my enemy told me, and it really hurt:

“Ugh you girls are UGLIER than my great-grandfather’s feet

Plus you SMELL of rotten seashell

It’s obvious  that you NERVER bathe

And you LIVE studying

You do NOT they HAVE CABLE almost NEVER use the computer and that do they do all day??


AND they think themselves THE BEST

but they do not realize that are different to all


and physically disabled


But now I’m strong and I DON’T care what she or he thinks. It’s a sad way to end the day… but I have no choice. Hopefully someone will love me someday, in spite my ugliness.

18 June 2007 at 4:38 pm 4 comments


How many would agree an enemy is the best thing that happened to them? I’m sure almost no-one. But it is. An enemy forms you, shows what kind of person your friends are. Still not agree?

An enemy can be a secret one, or not, but it’s still and enemy, and it will almost certainly make you feel aweful. But if you can make all those comment just slide off, and ignore them, then that enemy forms you. It will make you strong, it will prepare you for what is to come, good or bad. It will make you realise who you are: a strong, and smart person, or a weak and meek one.

It will also show you what kind of friends you have. Friends who defend you, or friends who would just ignore that enemy and try to get farther from you. If you have the first kind of friends, you’ll be happy you have that enemy, but if you have the second kind, you won’t be so happy, but the truth, isn’t always a coloured rainbow. It can sometimes be black as the night.

So, in my personal opinion, enemies are the best things of life. 

18 June 2007 at 4:10 pm 1 comment

June 14th

Friends are the most important part of anyone’s life. They grab you when you’re about to fall, they open your eyes to the truth, they guide you to the best place. I don’t know what I would do without my best friend.

Today was a terrible day. I was forced to wear glasses because the oculist had to check me, I had to bear with several mockings, and I felt so stupidly ugly! So I decided I was by no circumstances going to go to the cinema…

I told her this, and she convinced me to go! I just don’t know how she did it… it’s like magic… SHE is magic!

 I LOVE you PAUU!!!

14 June 2007 at 9:57 pm 1 comment

When Roads Meet: Page 1

Chapter One: Reunited 

It all began in a mild winter’s morning. It was the 20th of July, but I did not know that until later. There was nothing special in the day, nor in my routine: wake up, have a shower, grab my laptop and write. Every day seemed to be the same; I knew no difference between Mondays, Saturdays, or any day, month or year, for that matter. I knew my age vaguely, I knew the year vaguely, but as for the day or month, I hardly had any idea, so I did not know when it happened, but it did, and it changed my life completely.         

    It all began with the ringing of a bell a 10:00 am exactly. I went downstairs, by the stairs rather than by the lift; if it works, it’s likely to stop any minute, like everything in the building I lived in. Its walls were bare, not even painted. If you use the stairs without being well acquainted with them, you are likely to break a foot. If you use the lift, no matter how well acquainted you are with it, you are likely to get stuck there, and you won’t be rescued for about three days, if you are lucky. The flats are rather luxurious… considered to those who live outside. They have a bathroom, and one room, with a kitchen, and you have to use it as a bedroom too. When I first bought it, everything was a mess, filthy and disgusting; the simple sight of it could make you vomit. But through by hard work over four years had turned it a bit jollier, with a few pictures and drawings here and there.       

     At the door there was an elderly gentleman, which had once been tall, but had shrunk with age. To me, a young person, this man seemed ancient, but he couldn’t have been more than fifty years old. You could see wrinkles all over his face, yet, his built was large and he wasn’t thin or weak. Neither was he fat, or overweight. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, and you could clearly notice he was a very rich and influential man. I was surprised to see that kind of man on the doorstep of my building, in one of the poorer and uglier places in the whole of Buenos Aires.        

     “Who are you looking for?” I asked intrigued, with an idea. Maybe that man was the father or uncle or something like that of one of the people that lived in other flats. Strangely, he looked at a small piece of paper and replied:          

  “Excuse me, I don’t speak any Spanish, I wish to see Maria Gonzalez, she lives in the 1st floor, flat C.” I knew my jaw fell freely. That man was speaking perfect, Oxford English, an English so uncommon and extraordinary to hear that I wanted to laugh, and cry at the same time, for when I heard it, I felt a great want to return to England, greater than I’d ever had for just under 10 years.         

    “I’m Maria Gonzalez,” I said in my fluent, but not-so perfect accent; I had lost it through the years.  

14 June 2007 at 9:22 pm 1 comment

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