wondering why one of my coworkers at my new job is so cold to me.
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wondering why one of my coworkers at my new job is so cold to me.
Please forgive me. I have been in a severe Les Fleurs Du Mal mood of late.
This, too, shall pass. :smash:
I know why I like this forum... cos I dont feel left out.
Human emotions always fascinate me. I wonder how people express their feelings in differant ways? A happy event is usually expressed by joys and loughter. But, yesterday, I was astonished to see a happy event express by tears. A husband took his wife and a farawell was said by tears and broken hearts. People cry when they are sad and when they are happy. What is the relation between tears and what we feel inside? Is it due to education or something uncontrolable inside that whants to free itself? It's beyond my nowledge to explain what I feel but so simple to express it emotionally. When an emotion comes, it's better to let it flow the way it is. Emotions are part of what we feel and enable us communicate with one another in silence.
Fiew hours ago, I was under the shower and thinking of what make us, human, different from other creatures. Each creature was created with a specific gift. Some have speed, some force, and some, us, brains. This brought me to think of power and power holders. If we, human beings, have this gift that make us different from other creatures, it can make the differance among us. We can have money and whatever we like in life, but without what make us different from other creatures we can be destroyed at any moment. Power is not the material at hands but the use of it. A pan can be very powerful and destroy a man's life if it's used by one who knows how to manipulates it; that what make us different. The use of what we have. And this can't be well achieved without a good brain.
I ask God to give me fiew things and a good brain to manage them. In this way, I'll be a powerful person with the little I have.
Strange as a thought, is not it?
I just thought how wonderful live would be, were it July and not September already. I would have two more months to study for my examen - instead I have two weeks.. I wouldn't even have started studying yet. Though, I wouldn't know what I do know now about the roman law.
So, perhaps, it would have been better if I had been studying in July. (Not that I didn't, but I could have tried a little harder..) Then I wouldn't have to fear that I won't have finished studying when the date of my examen arrives..
Also I could be studying, now. I should be. I am nearly studying .. at least, my book's lying in my lap.
Tom Stall had the perfect life...........but what?????I know there's more??? :rage: :flare: :brickwall
My random thought of the day regards why ads must insist on loading so much quicker than the rest of the page, slowing the pages when the ad involves multiple pictures (flash?). :flare:Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
why is it so hard to put together objects that come in pieces? like my desk i got for my birthday why cant they just preassemble it for me? oh well its together now along with my bookcase so i am happy good thing my hubby did it for me or i would be ranting more.
Well, we guess we should start from the beginning.
We were conversing with a fox (fox means freshman in estonian and we like the term better) and he found our school (it has only 10.-12. grades) very big and interesting. He thought of making a LARP there. Together we conversed a little and reached the point that it should be a modern day gothic horror and urban fantasy LARP, which's action would take place both in OG and IG in our school (Treffner). We also found some other people interested in the idea and soon the GMs were decided (and we were one of them, wow, this is my first LARP to be GM-ed). The idea came up at Monday, and, since the idea seemed quite popular at first surveying, we decided to add GMs. Now there are total twelve possible GMs. We also wanted to introduce LARP to both students and teachers.
The plot is at least now a conspiracy theory - the leaders of the school take special people to the school (such as vampires or shapechangers). Of course there are a lot of ordinary students too. Three years in the school gives the school leaders powers over them(well, it is magical).
There were a lot of other details too, starting from enchanted school rings to the genius loci of the school.
But...
..the plot means that the conspiracy theory is about this Treffner. It is about here and now - the teachers are the same. (well, at least they look like same. Actually they are mostly quite evil). Saying like: it could be so.
And one of the school graduates said that this could make some of the teachers angry and it would make the rest of our life in Treeffner difficult.
Very difficult. If we would make it humorous, then they would probably happily agree - but this means that it could make them think that we think they are evil or be insulted in some other way.
They said that it could be an absurdian LARP, but we are afraid that it would decadent into slapstick humour and ruin most of it.
Well, we hope that tomorrow some people can arrange it that the teachers will play and won't be angry and that the school management will allow us to organize the LARP.
i really thought i liked john steinbeck, but i finally got started reading the grapes of wrath and for some reason i don't feel like finishing it. what is wrong with me? :(
At times, tea works better without sugar
Random thoughts and confessions of a lark:
I love seeing people in the morning, as we crowd together on rush-hour trains and buses, dressed in our warm sweaters over the semi-formal attire before the sun wakes. Our hands firmly grip the portable coffee cup for that early boost, conducting heat from that cool breeze when the doors open. Now and then, one will look up, lazy-eyed, from his/her chosen best-seller book and give an acknowledging smile, or bow his/her head to the beat of headphones, as the owl-bound sleeps and misses his/her destined stop.
I like to think that we should meet at this precise moment. Somehow, before committing to our perfunctory places of occupation, or sitting in classrooms to a professor's monotonous voice, we gather every morning, briefly join paths, and depart on our day's voyages, only for a moment.
This day started out great. I woke up in my boyfriends arms, had a sigarette and crawled back into bed. A few minuets later the bank called and are going to lend me money to buy an apartment. I went out and bought a washing machine and I was very happy about everything. I don't feel like that very often so this was great. I went to my local cafe, and like some of you know I spend a lot of time there. I once told you about a creepy waiter there that kept telling me how much he loved me and such. Well, his ex-girlfriend wrote an article about him, and she talks alot about me. This made me very upset, because I was leaving it behind me all the things he did and said. Now it's all back. The sex talk, the love talk and how he wished he was younger so he had a chance with me..... Now I am fairly mad and almost sick, according to this article I was a sex fantasy he had and that disgustes me!