When will I learn to stop and think before I volunteer? *sigh*
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When will I learn to stop and think before I volunteer? *sigh*
"thou shalt be a hypocrite, but thou shalt never be sarcastic!"
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"you do the same as charitable persons do with their old clothes. You give them to the poor. Those rights that appear to be useless in their place are sent abroad, along with medicine and clothes, to people deprived of medicine, clothes and rights. It is in this way . . . that the Rights of Man become the rights of those who have no rights, the rights of bare human beings subjected to inhuman repression and inhuman conditions of existence. They become humanitarian rights, the rights of those who cannot enact them, the victims of the absolute denial of rights. For all this, they are not void. Political names and political places never become merely void. The void is filled by somebody or something else . . . if those who suffer inhuman repression are unable to enact the human rights that are their last recourse, then somebody else has to inherit their rights in order to enact them in their place. This is what is called the 'right to humanitarian interference' - a right that some nations assume to the supposed benefit of victimised populations, and very often against the advice of the humanitarian organisations themselves. The 'right to humanitarian interference' might be described as a sort of 'return to sender': the disused rights that had been sent to the rightless are sent back to the senders."
(jacques rancière)
Weird, queer and nothing. Things thaw at a pace and nothing deeming ours remains unburnt in point of fact.
Moments are like galaxies, uncountable and we kind of queerly live here and try to understand our roots, origins, meanings, spirituality but in the end nothing surfaces.
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."
(Oscar Wilde)
One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others.
~Moliere
How come getting your foot out of your mouth is so much harder than putting it in?
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Oscar Wilde
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why do we have to openour throat when you are trying to speak deep?
I had a sore throat for a few days, saw a doctor before it got too bad, since I have always felt prone to respiratory ailments (even since infancy), luckily got on some antibiotics for acute bronchitis. Many of my symptoms disappeared within 36 hours, as expected, but the past few days, I have had no voice; my doctor believes that I may have simultaneously caught a bacterium as well as a virus, and I have ended up with laryngitis, which will subside by itself within a few more days. Fortunately, this virus-bacteria combination has occurred before, when I had quite a bout of tonsilitis years ago, so I never felt panicked, but it certainly takes the fun out of conversing, while the doctor has recommended me for total vocal rest.
It amazes me how little of life actually requires no speech. Certainly, I have not gone out-and-about quite as much, while feeling under the weather, but so much of going to cafes, restaurants, grocery stores, etc. functions on such an exchange basis that I have discovered there exist little to no open communication nor open-ended questions for the customer/consumer to answer; a customer can walk into a grocery store, such as Whole Foods, get what s/he needs (provided one knows where to find the items), then pay for the groceries without uttering a word; on a menu in a restaurant, a customer can point to what one wants, and everything else consists of close-ended questions. Luckily, I frequent many of the same cafes and restaurants, so those places have posed little problems, but I felt very embarrassed when one of the fare inspectors on the commuter trains thought my lack of speech came from not knowing any English, and he tried speaking to me in a myriad of languages before I could explain that I could not speak; perhaps he understood, or he may have thought me deaf.
My random thought of the day, since I have had little ability to communicate it to anyone? The majority of communication rarely exists for mandatory reasons, but more for leisure, convenience, or "passing the time." Sure, I miss speaking, especially when an attractive woman and I kept catching each other's eyes and smiling at each other in the cafe today, but what little speech seems required of us seems surprisingly easy to replace.
Oh when I have viral laryngitis back in MAy I didnt speak for 3 or four days and it was bizzare for me, even ask niamh!
Try answering a phone silently!
My random thought of the day:
I am feeling so brilliantly on top of the world, should I be worried everything is about to go wrong?
Definitely not easy - agreed! My voice started coming back a bit last night, but I still cannot speak a few sentences without coughing from the tickling in my throat. Ugh, I hate feeling ill! :sick:Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Why do we ball melon but not other fruit? Can other fruit be balled?
When I started blogging, I started to dream of becoming a writer...http://smiley3421.notlong.com
Why have I been craving hamburgers lately????
jeez, I hate getting up early for no reason.
Why do i nearly always wake up at 7.30am after a night of drinking?
why am I watching tv when there is nothing in it?...
I am above Jaws on the food chain
foot foot please mend or I won't get anything done !
Is it too late to change profession and become a plumber???
£90 for a 45 minute job! :-/
I'm considering banning any type of candy into my system.
Few things feel quite as exhausting, physically and mentally, as staging one of one's own plays. :p
Danger Will Robinson!!
*waggles arms*
Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally
Golly, what a day
Kitkats to anyone who recognises that! :D
Robin Hood.
Hand over the kit kat!
Blast and botheration! I was sure noone would get that *sigh*
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help yourself,
ooops I was hoping I would get away with my blackmarket trade!
Why is it that whenever I think of litnet, he is the first thing that comes into my mind?
I guess it wasn't really one of my brightest ideas to take heavy medication, go to bed for a couple of hours and then try to get up again to do some homework... My brain's so foggy!
Okay, I just really really really need to say this. The thought has been torturing me for so long, that I just need to come out into the public and announce. . . . . .
Banana + Mountain Dew = Flying Through Clouds!
:banana::nod::banana::nod::banana::nod::banana::no d::banana::nod::banana:
I think I'd like a new screen name.
How uncanny that a stray cat should lead me to Modigliani's grave in the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise.
My tastebuds have disappeared completely.