Tonight

 *first of all, sorry for my bad English*

Hmm...you know, I feel tonight is different. I swear, I don't do anything certain. Right now I'm just Tweeting, listening to music, and watching tennis on TV. But, to me, tonight is very, very special.

Because of Google.

How?

Well, I Googled some nice articles, and they were really, really touching. Too touching. I didn't cry, but my heart was melted.

Then I realized what I've done at the age of 14. Yes, I will be 15 in just few days, on May 25 for exact. But before I leave this age, I want to know about things I have done.

A lot of things happen when I'm 14. I celebrated my 14th birthday just a day before I got released from hospital. For my birthday I got a lot of lovely presents. From my family, my friends...and I still keep them.

And I've been more mature than before. I understand and realize things I didn't before. Many things, good things, bad things. As a teenager of course I'm still looking for an identity, but I start to find parts from it at this age. Good parts, bad parts.

I also start to find out what I want, who I am, where I want to be. The answers are on my mind, I keep them private.

A lot of surprising things happen. Once I asked God, "Why me?" because of those things. He gave me the answer days, or weeks later. I found it after watching the Australian Open final (yes, I'm not joking).

I know He wants me to be a fighter. I've always idolized fighters (for example: Justine Henin), because to be strong and fighting is one of the hardest things to do. All of those things will make me stronger than ever, if I believe they will. And I do. I'm stronger now. When a lot of girls cry over things like boyfriends and others, I keep standing proudly and think about a lot more important things. A boyfriend I'd love to have, but not now. Maybe when I'm older. Now I have a lot of things to think about, a lot more important things. I'm not saying that the other girls are weak or I'm much stronger than them, but well...I'm quite different. And I love it, I love to be different.

Now I'm in progress to be a real fighter. I enjoy my days, not thinking about something silly, and not easy to give up. If bad things happen, I'll fight and find out that God has some plans behind. Still, I cry sometimes, but it's normal for a human being, you know. I cry, but only over things I think are important. I even laugh, sometimes, to prove that there is always a comedy behind every tragedy. In crucial situation, I never lose my sense of humor. Why do I have to cry when I can laugh?

I know God will grant my prays, to be a strong person. Life is full of things, good things, bad things. And one of the ways to face it, is to be strong. We've seen a lot of successful people suffered from a lot of things in their pasts. But they made it into success, because they are strong.

I write this sentence on my heart, on my mind, on my life, on my steps: "I have to be strong."

Ok, enough with those words. Adios!

Mr Postman

What a big day tomorrow will be
We will receive the results of what we've done
We are now praying, Tweeting, wishing
All about all the best for us and others

Mr Postman, we are very nervous now
Bring us some good news tomorrow
Will be a good feeling to see you on your motorcycle
But to us you'll look like such an angel

Mr Postman, can you understand our feelings?
It's so difficult to describe, we don't yet understand
Will be a good feeling to see you on your motorcycle
But to us you'll look like such an angel

Uh...God, if only we could talk to you directly
But, well, I know You understand
You know how we feel, so please console us
We've already done our best, we give it all to You now

Mr Postman, if only you could come right now
We cannot wait, it's such a sorrow
To wait until tomorrow
Bring some good news to us

Mr Postman, we can't wait, really we do!
What will you bring tomorrow?
Will you smile, will you laugh?
What will be inside the envelopes you'll deliver?

Questions, questions, questions
All we can do now is questioning, asking
What will we get tomorrow?
What will be inside the Mr Postman's bag?

Mr Postman, come on, come quickly!
If it's necessary we won't sleep until you come!
11:00 am...oh that's a looooong time
Come quicker, please, we beg you

Mr Postman, where will our fates bring us?
What will be inside your bag?
Mr Postman, we hope you understand this
You'll bring our fates from God

No sound we're waiting for more than sound of your motorcycle
No face we're waiting for more than yours
Nothing we're waiting for more than things inside your bag
No one we're waiting for more than you, Mr Postman

Mr Postman, where will our fates bring us?
Our fates will come as a bunch of envelopes, right?
Mr Postman, nothing we're waiting more than those envelopes
If only you can read those questions...