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I like you the way you are
When, where driving in your car
You are trying to be cool
And look like a fool to me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated
I see you are acting like you are somebody else and gets me furstrated
*murmers to herself, my songs are never gonna last, they are always trying to portray my emotions*
I really don't like it when you get a B in a class and the teacher says: "a B is good"
- It isn't....
The world revolves around you, right? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
*starr= a real-life Ayame*
Of course. I've never doubted it for a second.Quote:
Originally Posted by samercury
You shouldn't :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
I know you meant to say I should doubt it. Get your act together, Samemercury.Quote:
Originally Posted by samercury
That's not what I meant at all..... get your act together starr :rolleyes: (If I can't count on you, then whom can I count on?)Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
I meant that you shouldn't doubt that the world revolves around you because it does...(inside your head) :D...
Im all alone here except for 172 silent guests it made me think of this post :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Basil (in another thread)
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Originally Posted by Basil (in another thread)
Sometimes, when no other forum members are logged on, I shed my clothes and scamper freely around the forum, naked as a jaybird. I lightly tiptoe through General Lit; skip gracefully through the Religious Texts; scamper happily 'mongst the threads and games of General Chat. Soon, the ghostly spirits of all the authors on the site rise up and join me. Hand in hand, we dance and laugh and sing bawdy songs of not-so-fair maidens and their scheming mothers. We gather up words and fling them into the air as though they were fallen leaves. We spin around and around until, overcome with dizziness, we fall to the ground, laughing and screaming with delight.
Meanwhile,
__________the guests
____________________just stand there,
___________________________________silent,
_________________________________________watching us . . .
I've never seen this post before... it is so nicely written... :D
A Furuba fan's dream come true :lol: :D
http://members.shaw.ca/patricks/marg...day%20cake.jpg
*just a random thought of this time not day* :p
So, first thing we want to make clear, we do not want any commiserations because of this. Because we do not deserve nor need them. And we mean it.
On 25 of December,in the age of 77 years, between 2 and 3 o'clock in the night, Edgar Krips, our grandfather from our father's side passed away.
Yesterday we drove to his funeral. He and many other relatives lived in a town that's about 300 kilometres from here.
But you see, we were not sad at his funeral nor before it. We didn't feel much anything but a bit of cold and anger and guilt that we didn't grieve. We simply didn't care so much.
We did not know that man. Really, when we think about him, nothing comes to mind but his face. Nothing what he said, did or was. Nothing about him that we could mourn. We really didn't know him. (that was the thing that made us angry) He lived near a town that was 300 kilometres away. We visited the place in summers, but he didn't talk much and in the last years he moved away to a woman who lived in the town. Oh, and he had also an alcohol problem.
We felt sorry for our aunt and her family (six children, four of them grown-up) who knew grandfather well and were sad and grieving. One cousin who had been very close to him was so devastated that she couldn't look at his body. She made a speech later. (as did quite a number of other people) Judging by her speech, grandfather seemed a good man and we would have liked to know him. But there is nothing to grieve for us besides some possibilities that were impossible anyway.
An image of our grandfather evolved in our head when we listened to the speeches, but what if it was just an image? A figment of our illusion put together wrongly? There is no point of grieving such an image.
And now only a bit of guilt and a slight pain in our arms (because we haven't had much exercise and spadework demanded an effort) and, well... nothing special more.
Routine.
:(
"You guys are sooo mean"
"......"
"I'm never coming back to the library again"
"Bye, have a nice life" *yes, glad that I'm never seing that kid again*
"*walks out of the library*"
~Two days later~
"I'm back!...Can you help me with my homework?"
--repeat cycle--