For you Zed, I also love this song ...
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Mri Bleeding After It
The real life!
I typed in "real life" in google image and this is the first picture that has emerged. I told myself: Why not? "
Hey "Back in the real world! Not top level but morale alive for sure. The winter blues I guess ... say that I do not really know how I feel. Students are on fire and even some explosives and my wick decreases as the January advance. Roll on February.
I was right, this month, at times incredibly difficult to manage. One student even asked the single most despicable I have ever witnessed during my career lean towards another student. I will not mention this gesture because it is beyond comprehension to me.
children are sad, unhappy and alone. Too many children to save ... it seems that we should have the ambition to save one year. Which to choose? The odious young man who seems to feel no emotions ... no remorse? He seems to feel so alone and left alone to himself every night ... He closes like an oyster and screaming its distress at letting off steam on his teachers? And the others? I'm what?
I still lack the courage with perfect big boy I work with. It is perfect for me, I'm perfect for him ... but nothing gets done. And I read here ... unable to cry out that I like well. 28 years almost all my teeth, wisdom and less, and here I am m'appitoyer for myself, too little voice to blow my words of love. And my heart is torn gradually ... And
brothel ... shit sometimes real life!
The Minicia
Monday, January 25, 2010
Dangerously Low Bmi Elderly
Birthday parties
Every kid dreams of celebrating his birthday with his friends to a luncheon where a magician will perform , a boom which the boys might dare invite a girl to dance in the vain hope of seeing a piece Breast in plunging necklines , an evening where the real guys assist each a glass of alcohol to girls who dance together at the bottom of the nightclub. Whichever way, all children that we had wanted to spend this special day in the company of their comrades , to mark the occasion and make this a memorable date.
I've never really celebrated my birthday. Most of the time, date faded behind the festival of bells, and was punctuated by a wonderful cake concocted by my mom, around which we gather immediate family. Around the table, each raised his glass and I was a child does not realize that this celebration was not designed specifically to mark the change of age, but rather to take advantage of an opportunity more partying. The party with adults, whatever. Not one where you move, you're playing blind man's buff or football with his buddies. Nor even that which we know his first love, during a boom in the bottom of a garage. Even less in the end which is in the air sends to not remember the next day ....
In hindsight, I do not even know if I regret. These small parties, armored hopes and dreams of children, are they finally essential? What would they have me? Older you get, the less we appreciate that fateful day when the body is literally a year older. Anniversaries of the time, the campaign away from where I imagine the Parisian manners dynamism, magicians, girls topless and vapors of cannabis, were limited to mark the occasion and to continue his life as if nothing had happened. A taste of adulthood.
In hindsight, I do not even know if I regret. These small parties, armored hopes and dreams of children, are they finally essential? What would they have me? Older you get, the less we appreciate that fateful day when the body is literally a year older. Anniversaries of the time, the campaign away from where I imagine the Parisian manners dynamism, magicians, girls topless and vapors of cannabis, were limited to mark the occasion and to continue his life as if nothing had happened. A taste of adulthood.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Paracetamol-heart Burn
Wishes for the New Year
Forced to wear this sweater? Because there, even if we will see Tata Monique sweater itches. It was always
Sappé like to go to Mass my parents took me to the wishes of the new year. Traditionally, we see going on around him: my grandparents, some uncles and aunts, then went to the next village to see the cousins and uncles and aunts of my grandparents, we never saw in the year and that stung when it came to embrace them. The latter, delighted to see us, posing as coffee or fart the sparkling, and spread out by the hour aperitif biscuits on the table - my favorite - or old biscuits from the war, guess which one. We stood there for minutes that seemed for ages, do not forget that after we pass from Uncle Gerard, booze addict, then Claude's cousin, who feels the pipe. We had fun with the dog, if not stuffed, when they were bored or simply. No Boy at the time. Just contemplating the clock ticking and haunting. We consoled still when one of them gave us gifts, ranging from chocolate coins to the real metal that would join their sisters at the bottom of the piggy bank ...
the evening, when we became impatient to return to play with the gifts of Father Christmas, people found themselves faced with the harsh reality: he stood greeting cards to do. Small cartons drawings winter, to complete the back of a small text to copy, without imitating the beautiful writing mom. Godfather, Godmother, so far, would be entitled to their small card the postman leaves a few days later. When you're a kid, a vow is meaningless, because it is done properly. When we age, attachment to people that is expanding alongside these wishes. I wish you all a happy new year 2010, and most importantly, excellent health!
Sappé like to go to Mass my parents took me to the wishes of the new year. Traditionally, we see going on around him: my grandparents, some uncles and aunts, then went to the next village to see the cousins and uncles and aunts of my grandparents, we never saw in the year and that stung when it came to embrace them. The latter, delighted to see us, posing as coffee or fart the sparkling, and spread out by the hour aperitif biscuits on the table - my favorite - or old biscuits from the war, guess which one. We stood there for minutes that seemed for ages, do not forget that after we pass from Uncle Gerard, booze addict, then Claude's cousin, who feels the pipe. We had fun with the dog, if not stuffed, when they were bored or simply. No Boy at the time. Just contemplating the clock ticking and haunting. We consoled still when one of them gave us gifts, ranging from chocolate coins to the real metal that would join their sisters at the bottom of the piggy bank ...
the evening, when we became impatient to return to play with the gifts of Father Christmas, people found themselves faced with the harsh reality: he stood greeting cards to do. Small cartons drawings winter, to complete the back of a small text to copy, without imitating the beautiful writing mom. Godfather, Godmother, so far, would be entitled to their small card the postman leaves a few days later. When you're a kid, a vow is meaningless, because it is done properly. When we age, attachment to people that is expanding alongside these wishes. I wish you all a happy new year 2010, and most importantly, excellent health!
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