magicpie @ 2004-04-22T14: 34:00
Mrs. Wolf: I'll never make back my clock to the clock of the students, and on Wednesday I have the whole afternoon standing at the bus stop, because I missed two unions! 've Thought all day cursing at you.
Tina: At least you have thought of us.
Mrs. Wolf: Otherwise, I think only nice to you, since you are still the class of nettese school.
Jaja. : D
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Friday, April 9, 2004
Who Said Alicia Rhodes Retired
The tale of the sad sadness
It was a small woman who came along the dusty dirt road. She was probably quite old, but her gait was slightly and her smile shone like that of a reckless girl. At a being which she stopped and looked down. She could not recognize much. The being that since sat in the dust of the road seemed almost körperlos.Es recalled a flannel blanket with human contours. The little woman bent down a little and asked, 'Who are you? " Two almost lifeless eyes looked tired on. 'I? I am the sadness', the voice whispered, haltingly, and so softly that it was hard to hear. 'Oh, the sadness! " cried the little woman happy, as if they would welcome an old friend. 'You know me? " asked the sadness suspicious. 'Of course I know you! Again and again once you've been my companion on the road. " 'Yes, but ...', suspected the sadness, "Why not then you flee from me? Have you no Fear? " 'Why should I run away from you, my dear? You know yourself very well that you keep up pace with every fleeting. But what I want to ask you: Why are you so discouraged? 'I ... I'm sad, "replied the gray figure with a broken voice. The little old woman sat down beside her. 'So you are sad, "she said, nodding her head sympathetically. 'Tell me, what makes you so depressed. " The Sadness sighed deeply. Should that this time someone will listen? How often she wished that. 'Oh, you know,' she began hesitating and wondering, 'is it that just nobody likes me. It happens to my Determination to go among the people and stay for some time with them. But when I come to them, they are scared. They are afraid of me and avoid me like the plague. " The sadness swallowed hard. 'They have invented sentences, that they want to banish me. They say: Shut up, life is fun. And their false laughter leads to stomach cramps and difficulty breathing. They say: Praise be to what makes us tough. And then they get chest pain. They say: You have to tear. And they felt the tearing in the shoulders and back. They say: Only weaklings cry. And beyond the pent-up tears almost their heads. Or, they numb themselves with alcohol and drugs, so they do not have to feel me. " 'Oh yes', confirmed the old woman, "such people are often met me already." The sadness still fell a little more into herself. 'And I want to help people but only. If I am close to them, they can find themselves. I help them to build a nest to nurse their wounds. Who is sad, has a very thin skin. Some regret breaking up again like a badly healed wound, and that hurts a lot. But only those who allow the grief and all the unshed tears crying, it can really heal his wounds. But people do not even know me to help them. Instead, they put on a dazzling smile about their scars. Or they put a thick armor of bitterness. " The sadness was silent. Her crying was only weakly, then more and finally in despair. The little old woman took the sunken down into her comforting arms. How soft and tender she feels, she thought, tenderly stroking the quivering bundle. "Wines only sadness," she whispered lovingly, 'Rest a little, so you can gain power again. You shall henceforth not walk alone anymore. I will accompany you, so that the chill does not become worse. " The sadness stopped crying. She sat up and looked surprised at her new companion, 'But ... -but who are really you? " 'I? " said the little old woman with a smile, and then she smiled again recklessly like a little girl. 'I am the hope. "
It was a small woman who came along the dusty dirt road. She was probably quite old, but her gait was slightly and her smile shone like that of a reckless girl. At a being which she stopped and looked down. She could not recognize much. The being that since sat in the dust of the road seemed almost körperlos.Es recalled a flannel blanket with human contours. The little woman bent down a little and asked, 'Who are you? " Two almost lifeless eyes looked tired on. 'I? I am the sadness', the voice whispered, haltingly, and so softly that it was hard to hear. 'Oh, the sadness! " cried the little woman happy, as if they would welcome an old friend. 'You know me? " asked the sadness suspicious. 'Of course I know you! Again and again once you've been my companion on the road. " 'Yes, but ...', suspected the sadness, "Why not then you flee from me? Have you no Fear? " 'Why should I run away from you, my dear? You know yourself very well that you keep up pace with every fleeting. But what I want to ask you: Why are you so discouraged? 'I ... I'm sad, "replied the gray figure with a broken voice. The little old woman sat down beside her. 'So you are sad, "she said, nodding her head sympathetically. 'Tell me, what makes you so depressed. " The Sadness sighed deeply. Should that this time someone will listen? How often she wished that. 'Oh, you know,' she began hesitating and wondering, 'is it that just nobody likes me. It happens to my Determination to go among the people and stay for some time with them. But when I come to them, they are scared. They are afraid of me and avoid me like the plague. " The sadness swallowed hard. 'They have invented sentences, that they want to banish me. They say: Shut up, life is fun. And their false laughter leads to stomach cramps and difficulty breathing. They say: Praise be to what makes us tough. And then they get chest pain. They say: You have to tear. And they felt the tearing in the shoulders and back. They say: Only weaklings cry. And beyond the pent-up tears almost their heads. Or, they numb themselves with alcohol and drugs, so they do not have to feel me. " 'Oh yes', confirmed the old woman, "such people are often met me already." The sadness still fell a little more into herself. 'And I want to help people but only. If I am close to them, they can find themselves. I help them to build a nest to nurse their wounds. Who is sad, has a very thin skin. Some regret breaking up again like a badly healed wound, and that hurts a lot. But only those who allow the grief and all the unshed tears crying, it can really heal his wounds. But people do not even know me to help them. Instead, they put on a dazzling smile about their scars. Or they put a thick armor of bitterness. " The sadness was silent. Her crying was only weakly, then more and finally in despair. The little old woman took the sunken down into her comforting arms. How soft and tender she feels, she thought, tenderly stroking the quivering bundle. "Wines only sadness," she whispered lovingly, 'Rest a little, so you can gain power again. You shall henceforth not walk alone anymore. I will accompany you, so that the chill does not become worse. " The sadness stopped crying. She sat up and looked surprised at her new companion, 'But ... -but who are really you? " 'I? " said the little old woman with a smile, and then she smiled again recklessly like a little girl. 'I am the hope. "
Age Prostate Infection
I wear a thousand masks
Please hear what I say not!
let fool you not from me. Let yourself be fooled by the face that I do. Because I wear a thousand masks-masks that I am afraid to take off. And none of them I am. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me. But let yourself be fooled by not, for God's sake, do not be fooled by me.
I do feel like I'm approachable, as if everything was sunny and bright in me, inside and out, as if my name and my confidence Cool game, but I could be still water, and when I decide on anything, so I do not need anyone.
believe But not me, please, I do not think so! My surface may seem smooth, but it is my mask. Among them is not appropriate. By this I am what I am really confused, afraid and alone. But I hide this I do not want anyone to notice. At the mere thought of my weakness, I panic and am afraid of it, myself other exposed. Precisely why I frantically create a mask behind which I hide from me: a casual, clever facade that helps me pretend, to shield me from the glance, would recognize me. Indeed, this view would be just my salvation. And I know it. If he had connected with adopted, with love. Since [s] is the only one that would give me the security I can not assure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I do not tell you. I dare not. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that your view is not accompanied by acceptance and love. I fear you will think less of me and laugh at me and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep down I am nothing in myself, no good, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play
my game, my desperate game: a safe facade outside and a trembling child within.
I speak, therefore, in the usual sound superficial chatter. I tell you all that is really nothing, and nothing of all that is really what's crying within me, so you do not be fooled by what I'm talking out of habit.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I say, not what to say I like what I'm talking about the sake of survival and what I can not say.
I hate hide and seek. Honest! I hate this superficial game that I perform there. It is a phony games. I really want to be genuine and spontaneous, just myself, but you must help me. You have to stretch out your hand even when it seems to be just as last thing I want. Only you can empty it, take dead shine from my eyes. Only you know what you can call to live. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging me do, every time you try to understand because you're really worried about me getting my heart wings very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
your intuition, your compassion and the power of your understanding, I bring it to life. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me, how much you can make a man out of me, which I'm really, if you will.
Please, I wish you wanted it, you alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble. You alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow-world of fear and insecurity rid of my loneliness. Do not look on me. Please, please, ignoring me! It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness, creates thick walls. The closer you come to me, the more blind I hit back. I fight against the very thing I cry. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and therein lies my hope.
Please try to tear down these walls, for sure, but my delicate hands: a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may ask? I am someone you know very well. For I am anyone you meet, every man and woman who meet you.
Please hear what I say not!
let fool you not from me. Let yourself be fooled by the face that I do. Because I wear a thousand masks-masks that I am afraid to take off. And none of them I am. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me. But let yourself be fooled by not, for God's sake, do not be fooled by me.
I do feel like I'm approachable, as if everything was sunny and bright in me, inside and out, as if my name and my confidence Cool game, but I could be still water, and when I decide on anything, so I do not need anyone.
believe But not me, please, I do not think so! My surface may seem smooth, but it is my mask. Among them is not appropriate. By this I am what I am really confused, afraid and alone. But I hide this I do not want anyone to notice. At the mere thought of my weakness, I panic and am afraid of it, myself other exposed. Precisely why I frantically create a mask behind which I hide from me: a casual, clever facade that helps me pretend, to shield me from the glance, would recognize me. Indeed, this view would be just my salvation. And I know it. If he had connected with adopted, with love. Since [s] is the only one that would give me the security I can not assure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I do not tell you. I dare not. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that your view is not accompanied by acceptance and love. I fear you will think less of me and laugh at me and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep down I am nothing in myself, no good, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play
my game, my desperate game: a safe facade outside and a trembling child within.
I speak, therefore, in the usual sound superficial chatter. I tell you all that is really nothing, and nothing of all that is really what's crying within me, so you do not be fooled by what I'm talking out of habit.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I say, not what to say I like what I'm talking about the sake of survival and what I can not say.
I hate hide and seek. Honest! I hate this superficial game that I perform there. It is a phony games. I really want to be genuine and spontaneous, just myself, but you must help me. You have to stretch out your hand even when it seems to be just as last thing I want. Only you can empty it, take dead shine from my eyes. Only you know what you can call to live. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging me do, every time you try to understand because you're really worried about me getting my heart wings very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
your intuition, your compassion and the power of your understanding, I bring it to life. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me, how much you can make a man out of me, which I'm really, if you will.
Please, I wish you wanted it, you alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble. You alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow-world of fear and insecurity rid of my loneliness. Do not look on me. Please, please, ignoring me! It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness, creates thick walls. The closer you come to me, the more blind I hit back. I fight against the very thing I cry. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and therein lies my hope.
Please try to tear down these walls, for sure, but my delicate hands: a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may ask? I am someone you know very well. For I am anyone you meet, every man and woman who meet you.
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Drinking and driving: death of an innocent
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, so I did not drink Alkohol.Ich felt proud of myself, just as you said it. I plan to not drink and drive, Mom, even if the other knows that mokierten.Ich that it was right, Mom, I know you are always right. The party is finally ending, Mom, all I weg.Als ride in my car went, Mom, I knew that I would get home: Because your education - responsibly Sun fein.Ich and started to drive away, Mom, and turned into the street. But the other driver did not see me and hit me with full Wucht.Als I lay on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policeman who was drunk. And now I'm the one who pay for it muss.Ich lying here dying, Mom, I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen? My life just burst like a Luftballon.Ringsherum is blood all, Mom, and most of it is me. I hear the medic say, Mom, that there is no help for me gibt.Ich you just wanted to say, Mom, I swear I did not drink. It was the others, mummy, which was probably just do not have nachgedacht.Er auf der gleichen Party wie ich, Mami. Der einzige Unterschied ist nur: Er hat getrunken, und ich werde sterben.Warum trinken die Menschen, Mami? Es kann das ganze Leben ruinieren. Ich habe jetzt starke Schmerzen, wie Messerstiche so scharf.Der Mann, der mich angefahren hat, Mami, läuft herum, und ich liege hier im Sterben. Er guckt nur dumm.Sag' meinem Bruder, dass er nicht weinen soll, Mami. Und Papi soll tapfer sein. Und wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, Mami, schreibt "Papis Mädchen" auf meinen Grabstein.Jemand hätte es ihm sagen sollen, Mami, nicht trinken und dann fahren. Wenn man ihm das gesagt hätte, Mami, würde ich noch leben.Mein Atem wird kürzer, Mami, ich habe große Angst. Bitte, weine nicht um mich, Mami. You were always there when I have you brauchte.Ich just one last question Mom, before I go away from here: I did not drink and drive, why am I the one to die?
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, so I did not drink Alkohol.Ich felt proud of myself, just as you said it. I plan to not drink and drive, Mom, even if the other knows that mokierten.Ich that it was right, Mom, I know you are always right. The party is finally ending, Mom, all I weg.Als ride in my car went, Mom, I knew that I would get home: Because your education - responsibly Sun fein.Ich and started to drive away, Mom, and turned into the street. But the other driver did not see me and hit me with full Wucht.Als I lay on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policeman who was drunk. And now I'm the one who pay for it muss.Ich lying here dying, Mom, I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen? My life just burst like a Luftballon.Ringsherum is blood all, Mom, and most of it is me. I hear the medic say, Mom, that there is no help for me gibt.Ich you just wanted to say, Mom, I swear I did not drink. It was the others, mummy, which was probably just do not have nachgedacht.Er auf der gleichen Party wie ich, Mami. Der einzige Unterschied ist nur: Er hat getrunken, und ich werde sterben.Warum trinken die Menschen, Mami? Es kann das ganze Leben ruinieren. Ich habe jetzt starke Schmerzen, wie Messerstiche so scharf.Der Mann, der mich angefahren hat, Mami, läuft herum, und ich liege hier im Sterben. Er guckt nur dumm.Sag' meinem Bruder, dass er nicht weinen soll, Mami. Und Papi soll tapfer sein. Und wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, Mami, schreibt "Papis Mädchen" auf meinen Grabstein.Jemand hätte es ihm sagen sollen, Mami, nicht trinken und dann fahren. Wenn man ihm das gesagt hätte, Mami, würde ich noch leben.Mein Atem wird kürzer, Mami, ich habe große Angst. Bitte, weine nicht um mich, Mami. You were always there when I have you brauchte.Ich just one last question Mom, before I go away from here: I did not drink and drive, why am I the one to die?
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