Reading and sleeping wow that reminds me of college days
You sleep whenever you are reading. Now I am reading everything while sitting down on my computer with a cup of coffee. It is better,just try it
You sleep whenever you are reading. Now I am reading everything while sitting down on my computer with a cup of coffee. It is better,just try it
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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thats exactly why e-books will never be able to help me
i hardly read anywhere else except my bed.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Exactly! I prop myself up with loads of cusions and pillows, and have a tray of goodies and tea to drink and munch while i read. My mam says that sometimes it gets so quiet that she cant tell whether or not i'm asleep or reading intensely.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Oh I LOVE Ebooks..I have tons of them.
But the again, you can read them on your laptop in bed
It's just that then whole bed, and lamp on the nightstand, and some music from the radio..and maybe a cup of whatever to drink..the whole atmosphere is great..except for the sleeping during reading part of course :lo:
I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Originally Posted by Niamh
I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
I remember the last time i seriously wailed crying (east of Eden) my mam came up to see what was going on. She thought i'd gone and had an accident because i was hysterical. She found me sitting on my bed, back against the wall, book in hand sobbing uncontrolably. The only words she got out of me before she laughed was 'Its so sad!'
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
I just don't show my emotions to my mother, I don't know why. If I am sad or something I just be in my room and come out only when I have regained control. But, sometimes (because most of the time I am successful in hiding my feelings) she does get to know what's going on my mind...I just hate that look on her face..."I know whats on your mind, and you cant dodge this time" or like "I can see through you" I feel as if I am stripped off the emotional layer on me and I am standing all bare.
^^ Gosh, I SO hear you Madhuri. I'm normaly also in my room in my down times..I NEVER, and I mean NEVER, cry in front of my mother (or anyone else for that matter). The only difference is that, my mother rarely notices that something is wrong...I don't know if it's cuz I'm 'that' good, or maybe she does't pay that much attention..but it's a good thing, I don't like showing my emotions...not that I think it's some sort of weakness, but it's something personal, ya know, something I like keeping for myself.
I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
The last time I openly cried in front of my mother (the last time to date that she's had to comfort me) was shortly after my cat died. If I remember properly (Which I don't really) I started crying but I can't remember what set it off. I think, though I'm probably confusing it with another incident, but I think I might have slipped on the stairs. I can't remember it that clearly but I remember it was on the stairs that she had to hug me because I was crying so much. It wasn't because I was hurt. I loved that cat. He'd have been thirteen last Christmas. That was nearly a year ago now.
Normally I just bottle everything up and it kind of sneaks out sometimes when I'm on my own. It never lasted long. I don't think I've been quite the same since Henry (the cat) died. But if I cry around mum (usually during a sad film or something), I still like to hide it. I guessed I was just strange like that.
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
Oh goodness. If there's one person I'll cry to, it's my mom. I know she'll just hug me and let me get it out, no matter how much I cry or snot or drool into her shoulder.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Mothers can be a pain, but you gotta love them
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I've just had a small fight with mom over the TV
I was watching a program, and she remembered that there was a movie on that she wanted to watch...and gosh, it's SO lame, I know!
I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
I don't like feeling helpless in front of people, I guess, and that's how I feel when I'm trapped in a hug. I want to escape. It's strange because I like hugs. I don't like attention focused on me. So I guess I don't show my emotions.
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
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