I have my flaws..sometimes,I even sin.

I am Dasha.
I love words. They're powerful. They capture my heart. You'll find not so random stuff here in my page. Stuff that reflect emotions, feelings. Stuff with hidden secrets behind them.
I laugh. I cry. I smile. I curse. I have the tendency to fall apart every time. I fall in love. I go crazy. I love my friends. I think stars are romantic. I love music..and fireworks..and lights. I love books and coffee. I'd love to dance under the rain, sing under the stars. I dream. Of places to go; of years to come; of feeling, seeking, taking everything the world has to offer; of independence and handling it well; of falling, falling full falling happy. There will be more. More DREAMS, big and beautiful and brave. Because if there is one person in this world who can do MORE THAN JUST DREAM, who can resist forever gazing up at the slow eternal dance of the stars, that would be ME.
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November 27th, 2011
abidee: I’ve spent thousands of pesos on notebooks. Most of them are blank because I deem them too beautiful to be written on. Every now and then I’d take them out and smell them, for the pages have aged and there would be this unique musty smell that hangs around. I keep them and don’t write on them because I vowed to myself that for their beauty, they must contain the same value of exquisite words; words that are yet to come to my mind. I’ve always been a perfectionist; a critique of my own works. I have written beautifully, but they don’t always make the cut on what could be inside these notebooks. This is my reason. Either that, or I can sense that with the technology we have now, notebooks might go extinct. Because in a few years time, everybody would be tapping on keys to record their thoughts, and pen and notebooks would be thrown aside.

abidee:

I’ve spent thousands of pesos on notebooks.

Most of them are blank because I deem them too beautiful to be written on. Every now and then I’d take them out and smell them, for the pages have aged and there would be this unique musty smell that hangs around.

I keep them and don’t write on them because I vowed to myself that for their beauty, they must contain the same value of exquisite words; words that are yet to come to my mind. I’ve always been a perfectionist; a critique of my own works. I have written beautifully, but they don’t always make the cut on what could be inside these notebooks.

This is my reason. Either that, or I can sense that with the technology we have now, notebooks might go extinct. Because in a few years time, everybody would be tapping on keys to record their thoughts, and pen and notebooks would be thrown aside.

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