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Hello! My name is Mirka and I am 21 years old. I have completed my
secondary education at San Anton
School, Malta. I have one brother whose
nickname is Frontier.
have studied music since I was very young, and I have played the piano, the flute and the
clarinet, the recorder, and [tried to play] the trumpet... I played the clarinet with
various Maltese band clubs, and in 1995 I even played in the Maltese community in Toronto,
Canada. My favourite instrument though... is the voice. I am a member of the
Malta Opera Company and I took part in two recently staged operas, Cavalleria Rusticana
& I Pagliacci, at the Manoel Theatre in Valletta.
have four pets: a dog, a bird and two tortoises.
My dog is a pekingese and his name is Sacha
Jan. The cockatiel bird is called GoGo.
Years ago I had a tortoise called Antigone,
which unfortunately disappeared, but before leaving, she left us her two little offsprings
which are called Zazza' and Gagga'. Antigone was my favourite pet until
Spiru (Sacha) lodged in, but I still miss her because she was old and wise.
Interests & Hobbies:
I love languages because of their unforgettable sound. I have learnt some Greek with
which I communicated well in Greece, and I was awarded the Advanced Level certificate in
Russian by the Russian Centre for Science and Culture in
Valletta. I have been an active member at the centre since 1997, and now I decided
to sit for both the ordinary and advanced Matriculation Certificate in the language.
My hobbies and my studies keep me indoors most of the time. I am
fascinated by Russian literature, especially by the spirituality of Russian literature,
the mystery of which has inspired me in writing a poem last
Please sign my guestbook!
I am always impressed when I read your guestbook comments. Thank you
for your encouragement. It is always pleasing to know you are there, and much more
when I know that you like my page. Do not stop writing!
This is my largest pet :
Sacha Jan Censinu Bibsy Terminator Ivanhoe Man Justin Gary Sufi Stephen
Spiru Sprayer, but his nickname is Leafy.
March 2001: My 20th birthday
Reviews: Books and journal, read
and currently reading
- Dusha Rossii by myself (in
English, written April 2001)
- Safa by myself (in Maltese,
Added October 1997) (My favourite)
- Dune by myself (in English,
Written 22nd November 2000)
- L-Ghasfur Tieghi by myself (in Maltese,
Written c. July 1998)
- Orkideja by myself (in Maltese, Written
- Sabiha s-Sbuhija by myself (in Maltese,
Added April 1997)
- Ghax Hrabt? by myself (in Maltese, Added
- La Tichadnix by myself (in Maltese,
My Family, Friends, and Hobbies
This page will start with my grannies.
Friends - Just one photo for now.
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You can reach me by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org
Inspiration from one of Americas greatest motivators
by Norman Vincent Peale
If you want to get somewhere, you have to know where you want to go and
how to get there.
Then never, never, never give up.
The secret of life isnt in what happens to you, but what you do
with what happens to you.
Help other people to cope with their problems and your own will be
easier to cope with.
Never use the word IMPOSSIBLE seriously again,
Toss it into the verbal waste bucket.
Self-trust is the first secret of success.
So believe in and trust yourself.
Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them.
You will notice that they havent half the strength you think they
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for
In giving it you will accumulate a deposit of joy
Greater than you ever believed possible.
How you think about a problem is more important than the problem
So always think POSITIVELY
Go at life with abandon: give it all youve got,
And life will give all it has to you.
IL PAESE DEI FOLLETTI
Cera una volta una bimba che viveva in un paese pieno di
folletti. Cerano di tutti i tipi, alti e bassi, magri e grassi, belli e brutti... ma
avevano una cosa in comune, tutti amavano le piccole bambine. Questa bimba spesso correva
nei prati pieni di fiori meravigliosi. Tutto era bello e magnifico.
Quando andava a casa mangiava accanto a Zefron, il suo fratello, e
andava al letto a sognare. Un giorno cera un bel folletto che voleva mostrare una
cosa a questa bimba, e la porto' in un posto misterioso. Tutto ad un tratto le luci si
spensero e la bimba si perse nel vuoto. Poteva sentire un suono strano, un suono continuo
che le dava fastidio. Lei cominciava a piangere, e scappo' con tutte le sue forze.
Doveva attraversare un prato nel suo ritorno a casa, e vide dei fiori
appassiti che diventarono neri. Lei ritorno a casa, ma quando ritornava vide che
tutto era cambiato, tutto era diventato nero e non poteva piu respirare laria
pura di prima... qualcosa le faceva male. La bimba cominciava a piangere e a chiamare
Zefron, ma lui non era li per provare quello che provava lei, nessuno era li
per aiutarla. Poteva sentire quello strano suono di prima, quel suono che non smetteva
mai, cosi come non smetteva mai il pianto della bimba.
Un giorno il pianto della bimba smise, per sempre. I suei occhi
diventarono di pietra, e le lachrime diventarono sale. Poi lei si chiese chi era, cosa
cera sotto quel vestitino, una bimba. Ma chi ha il coraggio di chiamarla bimba? Chi?
Solo qualche folletto che non ha capito niente. Solo qualche folletto che non vuole capire
Aren't they cute?? Err...
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