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Winter evening, it's not always cool... by LedyaN

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 08:15:23 EST

I know that ONE DAY i'll be in USA and it will be REALLY cool )) But in Russia now winter and this is dissapoint me, because i love summer and when at the street of city bright colours of tree, smile, sun, happy people, a lot of animal, SUMMER I MISS U haha, but in city now -25 degrees and this very frustrated and sad...I don't know how i can live this 5 month without SUMMER..

Hey everybody by Katewill

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 23:12:39 EST

Hey everybody! This my first post... just checking everything out and learning. The question is...will the picture show?

Success!!! haha

You know as a parent how important it is to protect your kids during winters from chilly by porterpaquet

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 21:22:36 EST

You know as a parent how important it is to protect your kids during winters from chilly, biting conditions. You take care to make them wear sweaters and jackets and also make them wear woolen caps but what about their legs. Ordinary shoes are not enough to face the chilly weather conditions. You also know you cannot force kids inside and they are known to roam even when it is raining or conditions are muddy outside. This is the situation that calls for the use of the kid boots as they have both warmth and dryness which are both very vital. Unlike the adults that are sensible, the children will simply go to any place to matter how harsh the environment might be.

By getting the ankle high boots, the children will be able to enjoy the comfort of not only warmth but dryness as well when it is either raining or it gets to the winter. As several mothers can bear witness, the kids usually venture into any conditions thinking that they are immune to most of the infections which they eventually get thanks to the rains and even the winds that bring with them a severe cold weather. But it is your duty as their mom to ensure they have all the protection in the form of winter clothes and accessories. As a matter of fact, it is the kids that are in need of much more protection in terms of footwear than the adults but the good news is that there several kid boots that are now available in the market. Of course you invariably have to given to the demands and whims of your kids, but make sure that the boots they have finalized are also durable, comfortable, and look nice on your kids.

One factor that is perhaps the clinching one when selecting kid boots is care and maintenance of boots. You know how playful kids can be, and for this reason you must make sure that the boots are easy to clean, are cozy, and provide all the warmth and dryness that you want from boots. For the kid boots, the soles are a very vital considering that they have playing conditions that are not only rough but also very tough. I am sure that it would be quite a big disappointment for anyone to see the sole coming off after only a few months. In terms of the ideal designs that you should go for, it should not be the ones that are made of suede and also fur on the outside. At first, they may come across as shoes that are quite beautiful but the moment that they are rained on, they will be ruined completely and the shoes should not be fancy as such type are not known to withstand the both the mud and rainy conditions. The best option is actually the boots that are able to resist water meaning that all that will be done once the kids return is wiping the clean.

The interior of the boots is yet another part that ought to be considered in addition to the outside. You have to see that the feet of your darling kids remain dry and warm all the time during winters. The best boots are the ones that are lined as these do not let in any cold air. This lining is able to provide the best insulations for the kids' feet.

oh god by twisteddiamond20

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 22:57:56 EST

I've not used this in like forever hahahaHAH A DOES ANYONE EVEN USE HTIS AT ALL WOW AT ALL MY OLD SHIT IN MY PORTFOLIO I HAVE MUCH BETTER ARTWORK NOW...

about me.. by linkvuong

Sun, 3 Jun 2012 02:44:37 EST

hi there, ^^

i'm a little artist,

i'm in Vietnam,

i creative 2d illustration and character design ...

i'm learning english,

i want to travel around the world .. so sketch, learning, encouter a myriad of novel customs, magical moments....

looking forward to metting you

find me in facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thuylinh.vuong.3

:L

zamanın damlaları by Arena

Wed, 17 Aug 2011 02:58:51 EST

Raylarn gcrtsna karan souk rzgar sesi ve ben, son hzla giden bir metronun en arka vagonunda oturuyorduk. Uykusuzdum. Hem de gnlerdir. Uykunuz varsa hibir ey gznze net gzkmez. Yakn bir arkadam bana uykusuz kaldn geceler o izlediimiz filmlerdeki gibi karizmatik bir dedektif olduunu dn, zmsz bir cinayetin ipularn birletirmeye alan uykusuz bir rol bi kendine demiti. Eer yle olduunu varsayarsak, nmdeki bu ipular bir trl birlemiyordu.

Son durak Baheehir.

Gelmek iin metroya bindiim durak, Baheehir. smi gibi bahelerden olumuyordu, daha ok daire ehir yada apartman ehir diyebileceimiz trden bir yerdi; betonarme bloklar ve araba dolu otoparklar. Gelecein ehrine ho geldiniz.

Vagondan ktm vakit etrafa baktm, benden baka inen kimse yoktu. Bu souk k gnnde metronun dolu olmasn beklerdim, belki de yanl zamanda gelmitim. u an herkes iinde gcnde alyor olmalyd. nsanlarn gndz alp gece uyuduklarn unutmuum. Uzun zamandr uyumadm belli. Kafam artk gndz ile geceyi kartryor. Uykusuzum.

Elindeki udu tngrdatan kr adamn yanndan geerken tandk bir stanbul melodisi duyuyorum. skdara giderken alyor sanrm. Adam kr olduu iin mi bilinmez ama ok kt bir srmn alyor. Kapal metro koridorlarnn fayanslarnda bu czrt daha bir ekilmez hal alyor. Hzla merdivenlerden kp kendimi gri bir beyazla atyorum.

ehrin bu yakas her ne kadar endstriyel ksmn d tarafnda olsa bile yine de o kara dumanlarn etkisinde kalabiliyor. Etraf beton bloklarn griliinde, havada ar olmasa da hissedilir derecede bir siyahlk ve yerlere yam ancak beyazlndan eser kalmam kar birikintileri var. Gideceim yn her an kartrabilirim stelik yardm edecek de kimse grnmyor etrafta.

Paltomun cebine sktrdm katlanm beyaz kad ayorum. Adrese gre en az sokak teye gemem gerekiyor. Daha sonra soldaki dar geitten karya geip otoyolun stnden geen kpry bulmam gerekiyor. Kprnn ayaklar ile bitiik ve yola bakan yeil kapy iki defa tklatmak yeterli olacakm. Bakyorum, kapnn yeillii koyulam ve zil diye bir ey yok. Zaten dtan bakldnda bu alanda kimsenin oturmad sanlabilir. Kapya tklyorum, iki defa.

Sanrm yarm saniye geiyor aradan, bir tkrt duyuyorum arkadan. Kapnn srgs alyor ve ar ar geri ekiliyor. Sakall bir cce gzlerini, a altrmak iin ksyor ve bana bakyor.

- Ne vard?

- yi gnler. Ben Bay Ky grmek iin gelmitim. Kendisi byle isim vermi kendisine ama

- Tamam, tamam. Ver kartn.

Elimdeki kart uzatyorum cceye. Ksk gzleriyle inceleyip kapy sonuna kadar ayor ardndan. Elindeki kart yrtp atarken Beni takip et diye mrldanyor ve Kapy da kapatmay unutma diye de ekliyor. Denileni yapp cceyi dar bir koridorda takip etmeye balyorum. Etraf przl talardan yaplm bir zindan anmsatyor bana. Dardaki souk burada da devam ediyor. D taraftaki otoyolun sesi kulaklarma bir ar vzlts gibi geliyor buradan. Dnyann merkezine iniyorum sanki.

Yarm saniye gemeden genie bir hole varyoruz. Burada iki cce daha var. Birisi oturmu masada ekmek yiyor, dieri ise tahta bir tabureye oturmu, elindeki yeil pantolonun yamasn dikiyor. Yama dikenin salar uzun ve rgl, kna renginde. Bayan olduunu dnyorum. Dier ekmek yiyenin yannda silah var. Bana bakyor ve tekrar yemek yemesine devam ediyor. Bana kapy aan cce bana doru dnp melmemi istiyor. Bana buray tavsiye eden bayan arkadamn tavsiyelerine uymam gerek. Garip olduklarn gryorum, istekleri de ok kaba. Ancak, uykusuzluuma bir tek onlar are bulabilirler ve ne derlerse yapmam gerektiini arkadam stne basa basa bana sylemiti zaten. Ccenin karsna meliyorum. Ellerimi ap kendisine eviriyor. Bakyorum, cce benim el izgilerimi okuyor ama iinden. Bu srada ekmeini bitiren cce yerinden kalkp yanma geliyor. Silahn da beline sokuyor.

- Senin durumun kark, dm olmusun. Ancak kalbin temiz, bunu grebiliyorum.

- Bunun benim uykusuzluumla ne ilgisi var ki?

- Yrein temizse eer doru yol bulunabilir.

- Anladm. Peki imdi ne olacak?

- Ben bilemem. Bay K bunu bilir. Ben sadece yreine baktm.

Diyor. Belinde silah olan cce benim sa bileimden tutuyor ve ayaa kaldryor. Kendimi biraz garip hissetmeye balyorum. Sonuta yabanc kimselerin bana dokunmalar pek houma gitmez de.

- Benim yolum buraya kadar. Arkadam seni Bay Kya gtrecek. Sorularna iten cevap vermen senin hastalnn iyilemesi bakmndan nemli. Bunu sakn unutma.

Olur anlamnda bam sallyorum. Knal sal cce ilk defa bana bakp glmsyor. Ardndan, ellerime bakan cce, holdeki kapdan en sadakini ayor, ben ve yanmdaki silahl cce o kapdan ieri giriyoruz.Duvarlarda amdanlklar etraf titrek bir sarya boyuyorlar. Koridorda ilerledike bir alama sesi duymaya balyorum. Bir kz iin iin alyor. Bu ses beni geriyor sanrm, yanmdaki cce gayet sakin sakin olmam istiyor. ok gemeden ufak kubbeli bir odaya geliyoruz. Kubbenin stndeki yuvarlak camlardan maviye yakn beyazlkta k dyor ieri. Alayan kz grebiliyorum, odann sol kesinde bir diki makinesinin banda. Hem diki dikiyor hem de alyor. Sadaki byk metal masann banda ise iri kym bir adam oturuyor. Suratnda keyifsiz bir ifade, sol gzne takt tek caml gzlk ile elindeki saati tamir etmeye urayor. Masann st eski saatlerden geilmiyor. Adamn arkasnda ise onlarcas aslm, duruyor. Yanmdaki cce selam verip geri ekiliyor ve bu kk odann kapsn kapatyor. Kz alamaya devam ediyor.

- Saatin var m gen adam?

Diye soruyor bana bu iri kym saati. Sanrm Bay K bu olmal diyorum iimden.Yutkunarak;

- Evet, var efendim.

Diye cevap veriyorum. Solumdaki kz diki dikmeye devam ediyor makinenin banda. Eski bir dikii makinesi, altta pedal var. Diki yapt rtnn ucu buca grnmyor karanlktan.

- Saatine baktnda ne gryorsun?

- Saatin on olduunu.

Derin bir nefes alyor Bay K ve ilk defa gzlerini bana eviriyor;

- Senin zamannda saat on. Yelkovan ve akrebin fotonlar gzne saatin on olduunu iziyorlar.

Bir sre sessizlik oluyor, bu esnada ne syleyeceimi dnyorum. Bay K devam ediyor;

- Zaman nedir biliyor musun? Zaman grece bir kavramdr. Gzellik gibi. Sen nasl grmek istiyorsan yledir.

- yleyse kiiden kiiye deiir. yle mi?

- Elbette. Bak sana bunu bir rnekle anlataym.

Diyerek masann stnde duran gm kaplama bir kol saatini eline alyor ve bana gsteriyor. Saat dokuz krk be civarnda grnyor. Sonra solumda alayan kza dnp;

- Bir kuzgun neden yaz masasna benzer?

Diye anlamsz bir soru soruyor. Bu esnada kz alamay kesiyor, yzndeki yalar silerek Bay Kya dnyor ve;

- Hibir fikrim yok amca, neden benzer?

Diye soruyor. Bay Kya dnp bakyorum, onun da bana baktn grnce bir soukluk giriyor bedenime. meye balyorum. Derken, Bay Knn elinde tuttuu saate bakyorum, zaman hzla akmaya balam, yelkovan ve akrep saniyeler gibi hzla dnmeye balamlar. Gzlerim fal ta gibi alyor, aryorum.

- Zaman kontrol edebildiini bilseydin ne yapardn?

Nefes almakta glk ekiyorum. Kolumda tarifsiz bir ac beliriyor, bakyorum benim saatim de delirmi bir biimde hzla ileri saryor kendini. Bay K tekrardan kza dnyor ve;

- Belki de kuzgun olduklar iin.

Diyerek cevap veriyor kza. Kz bir sre bunu dnyor ve glmsyor. Onun glmsemesiyle birlikte zaman adeta lgna dnyor. Akrep ve yelkovan takip etmekte glk ekiyorum. Zaman hzla ileri saryor ve ben olduum yerde meye devam ediyorum. Sonunda Bay K ayaa kalkyor ve kza;

- Bitirmen gereken bir iin yok mu gzel yeenim.

Diyor. Kz tekrar nne dnp nndeki dikie balyor. Alamaya devam edesiye kadar zaman gittike yavalyor. Sonunda kzn ilk gzyalar ile birlikte zaman normale dnyor.

Bu bir hikayeyse eer, ben bunu anlamyorum. Bamdan geen olayn bir rya olduunu falan dnyorum. Bay K yanma gelerek saatimi alyor ve yzndeki ciddi ifadeden taan huzur dolu baklaryla anlatmaya balyor;

- Senin zaman anlayn bu gen ocuk. Sen zamann seni alatan bir kii yada seni skan bir i ile geiriyorsun. Zaman durma noktasna geliyor. Ryalarn balad yerde zaman nehirleri cokunca akar gider ancak sende nehirler donuyor. Kim ki seni gldrrse, ne zaman ki sevdiin bir i ile akln megul edersen, ite o zaman zaman senin aleyhine geecektir. Kuzgun neden yaz masasna benzer bende bilmiyorum ama akln bunu dnnce dier ar dnceleri es geecektir. Senin uykusuzluuna zm olacak tek ey seni gldrecek bir kii ya da akln elecek bir itir.

Kolumdaki saati alp masasna dnyor Bay K. Zamanm alyor. Derken benim de onun zamann almak aklmdan geiyor. Sonuta uykularma ihtiyacm var, ve ryalarma. Peki bunu nasl yapabilirim diye dnyorum. Solumdaki kz alamasna devam ediyor. Ve ben zaman hzlandrmay seiyorum.

Hzla kzn yanna gidip meliyorum ve;

- Bak gzel kz. Zaman nedir, biliyor musun?

Diye soruyorum. Bay K durumu anlamyor ve aptalca bakyor bana. Alayan kzn gz yalar bir bir damlarken kucana bana doru dnyor. Ve ben zamann damlalarn azaltmaya urayorum.

- Hayr, bilmiyorum.

Diye yar alamakl titrek bir sesle cevap veriyor. Kzn nasr tutmu diki diken ellerinden tutup onu ayaa kaldryorum. Bay K sonunda durumu anlyor ancak bunu durdurmak iin zaman olmuyor.

- Zaman aktr gzel kz. Byk bir ans eseri sevdiin bir ii kendine meslek edinirsen hayatn boyunca almak zorunda kalmazsn.

Gen ve gzel kzn yznde zaman taneleri kalmyor artk ve kz glmsemeye balyor.

- Ve eer gerekten sevdiin birisiyle beraber olursan, hayatn boyunca zamann nasl getiini anlamazsn. Zaman sana haram olmaz, deerlenir kalbinde. iek atrr gnl bahende.

- Peki zaman aksa ve ben ak olamazsam ne olur?

Bay Knn zaman bize gre hayli yava kaldndan henz bana dokunamyor ancak yolu yarlam ve yava ekimde bize doru komaya devam ediyor. Bize gre bir dakika ama ona gre en az yarm saniyelik yolu var. Kzn yzne bakyorum, o da bana bakyor. Ne diyeceimi bilemiyorum. Sadece gzlerimi kapatp kzn gzyalaryla slanm dudaklarndan iiyorum.

- Gnaydn akm!

Gzlerimi ayorum. Bir de ne greyim, sabahn gnei yzme vuruyor ve ben bembeyaz bir yatan iine gmlm, sevgilimi pyorum.

- Bu ne gzel bir uyandrma servisi byle!

Uyuyordum. Rya grmeyeli ok olmutu ve ben rya ile gereklii birbirine kartryordum. Sevgilime bakyordum ki az nce yaadklarm aklma geliyor;

- Gzelim seni ryamda grdm, srekli alyordun. Bende seni perek kurtarmak istedim.

Diyerek uykulu gzlerle glmsyorum. Sevgilim bir pck de bana kondurduktan sonra mrldanyor;

- Bende ayn ryay grdm akm. Alamana kyamadm, hemen geldim!

O an dnmeden edemedim; kaderin bize oynad bir oyun muydu bu? Tuhaf oyunlarla srekli bize glmser ya kader, oyunlarn stmzden hi eksik etmez ya hani. Peki biz imdi hangisini oynuyorduk sahi; gerei mi yoksa hayali mi?

A Wintery Walk in Pittsburgh by Avoloun

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 14:55:28 EST

Hot Chocolate Bedtime Story

it was cold. and windy. and it looked like it was going to snow at any point. and i had a loooong long walk ahead of me.

i sure would like some hot chocolate! just thinking about it makes me warm inside.

but then i realize where i am and just how cold it is and thinking about warmth only makes me colder.

I'm closer now. at least, closer then i was five minutes ago. why did i have to lose my bus pass!!!??? I could've been home by now, enjoying a cup of rich hot chocolate, mmm, with marshmallows! no, whip cream!!

Okay both

Stop!

Don't think about it!!

Well I'm about half way and its not getting any warmer.

At least now my toes and fingers are so numb i cant even feel the cold.

I hope i dont get frost bite. man these gloves suck ill have to thaw out my hands in the oven!

Just walked passed a Panera, damn that smells good!

Too bad i dont have money. no im depressed!

And cold

And bored

Sigh

At least i know this story has a happy ending

A hot chocolaty ending one that involves me, and hot chocolate

There we go again thinking about hot chocolate

Hot chocolate hot chocolate hot chocolate hot chocolate hot choco stop stop STOP!

Okay

I need a distraction

Okay

Almost home

I can smell it now!! all rich and chocolaty and hot!

That failed

Only five blocks away now............................................................

4.....................hot chocolate .......................... 3 ................. damnit!!.....................2..........................................................1

Getting closer!

Almost there!!

Up the steps

Walk into the door way aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddd

Crap

WHERES MY KEY!?!?!?

There it is

Pheew

Okay open the door

Walk into the kitchen........

JACKPOT!!!!!

CAMP LEAD.... mi pensar by Diaky

Sat, 19 Mar 2011 00:11:57 EST

CAMP LEAD

Camp LEAD suena a bueno, un campamento

Eso es lo que me dije la primera vez que escuche de l y no le tome mucha importancia, tiempo despus me lo record una amiga que quera ir pero no sola as que me pregunto si la acompaaba, mi respuesta fue rpida SI dije, pero al mismo tiempo tampoco quera ir sola con ella pues saba que conmigo se aburrira fcilmente y con esa excusa que me plante a m misma introduje a otra amiga que al igual que yo respondi con un SI instantneo.

El gran da llego y debo decir que por la emocin no pude dormir, estaba nerviosa pero confiada adems de segura pues este sera mi primer campamento en el que en mi vida he asistido. Llegue a la escuela temprano O debera decir demasiado temprano pues solo haba unos cuantos estudiantes y nadie donde deberamos esperar, en mi mente se comenzaron a formular varios interrogantes al punto de que se me haban quitado las ganas de asistir e intente marcharme de all pero mi cuerpo no responda y gracias a ese instinto no comet la torpeza de irme. Los estudiantes comenzaron a llegar y a su vez mi nerviosismo disminua, Ganelle una compaera se acerc a m para saludarme e invitarme que me sentara a esperar cerca de ella para que no estuviera tan sola a lo que yo respond con su peticin. Momento ms tarde llego Lizbeth acompaada de su gran sonrisa que la caracteriza, mi primera impresin de verla por primera vez con esa vestimenta fue bueno, la sonrisa que se posaba en mis labios respondi a lo que mis ojos observaban a Lizbeth medio peinada? Vistiendo unos enormes sweatpans que hacan conjunto con una sudadera del mismo estilo, algo grandes para mi gusto pero la comprend pues a pesar de que era muy temprano hacia algo de frio y bueno pues fue lo que nos pidieron una pltica muy amena fue lo que tuvimos antes de que llegase Ana con una maleta, una almohada y si mal no recuerdo una mochilita. Siempre que miro a Ana se me a figura como si mirase una cosita extraa ahahah no lo tomen a mal me refiero a que se me hace peculiar, es decir es pequea hablando de tamao promedio y eso le ayuda a aparecer una especie de muequita chaparra al momento de vestir jeans, su berneses la hace lucir curiosita y ya con sus caractersticos lentes de contacto lo es an ms (bueno todo esto es como yo lo veo). Ayudamos a cargar sus cosas a nuestra rea para despus conversar mientras esperbamos, al momento llegaban ms estudiantes entre ellos algunos extravagantes como por ejemplo Zayde quien pareca llevaba el saln de belleza en su enorme maleta y en otra ms pequea (pero no lo suficiente) su ropa, no pude evitar carcajearme en silencio pues cre que eso solo pasaba en pelculas ahahah s que era cmico, en ese momento comprend de donde sacaban los guionistas sus escenas (gracias a personas como Zayde tenemos buenas comedias). Los autobuses bueno los dos autobuses haban llegado y todos los estudiantes se pusieron de pie para abordar pero antes de hacerlo los adultos nos pidieron que dejramos nuestras maletas en el suelo y que nos dirigiramos a la estancia fuera de la cafetera, al parecer queran cerciorarse de que no llevsemos objetos/cosas inapropiadas con esa escusa utilizaron a su can que husmeo por toda aquella maleta que tocase suelo, al cabo de un momento nos llamaron para que abordramos los autobuses al instante se llen el primero de ellos as que subimos al segundo en el que antes de tomar asiento nos pedan nuestro apellido y nombre para despus cerciorarse que estuvisemos en la lista y luego dejarnos tomar asiento, Lizbeth y Ana se sentaron juntas mientras que yo me sent en un asiento frente a ellas. El autobuse se puso en marcha y mientras avanzbamos observaba a las personas, las casas, tiendas, autos, objetos en un momento dejamos la civilizacin para introducirnos a la naturaleza donde pocos eran los que habitaban en ella, era el lugar donde desde chica siempre quise vivir, as en soledad donde prcticamente es extrao escuchar autos o esos sonidos escandalosos que en la ciudad normalmente encontramos, vivir en ese prcticamente inhabitado terreno miraba con gran quietud y aoro a los animales pastando, a los pjaros volando, las pequeas cabaas y sus cobertizos rodeados prcticamente por la naturaleza y por ultimo mirando al cielo me perd en mi imaginacin, imaginaba mi vida en el campo por las maanas, en los atardeceres y por las noches bajo la manta de las estrellas que observaba, admiraba, soaba escuchaba llamados en la lejana, regrese a la realidad a la cruda realidad me volv para verlas y observar como Ana coma unas patatas fritas y oa antes de empezar a escuchar que Lizbeth preguntaba algo comenzaron a contar chistes y me quede sin entender uno que Ana me explico (o eso intento).

Alguna vez has visto a un elefante esconderse detras de una flor?... Es porqe se esconde muy bien! dijo Liz

Observe como Lizbeth rea al instante pero yo solo medio sonre al no comprender la parbola, Ana tambin rea y luego me miro y pregunto que si no haba entendido a lo que respond con negacin as que volvi a contrmela pero fue el mismo resultado, ambas rean excepto yo Lizbeth sigui con otro, uno que al ser algo infantil y bajado del internet que a la vez ya haba visto pero a pesar de todo esto segua siendo divertido escuche.

Estaban dos moffins en un horno y uno dice como que hace calor aqu y el otro moffin lo mira y dice OH! UN MOFFIN QUE HABLA narro Lizbeth

Re pero no solo por el chiste sino que tambin por el intento/forma que lo conto Liz fue algo divertido. Cruzamos las praderas para llegar a un pequeo pueblo que ms que pueblo se asemejaba a una parada turstica pues cada choza era una tienda de antigedades o algo parecido, terminamos por cruzarla para luego llegar a un terreno enorme quiz dos o tres manzanas en una con cabaas, albercas, canchas de basquetbol entre otras cosas.

PRIMER DIA

Los autobuses pararon, los muchachos estaban inquietos y observaban por las ventanas con gran emocin de repente entro un sujeto al autobs y ordeno salir a los estudiantes lderes del campamento despus bajaron y unos minutos despus se poda observar que cada uno de los estudiantes lderes y maestros se acomodaban en dos lneas perpendiculares dejando un espacio en medio, luego nos mandaron bajar a todos. No sabamos que hacer as que nos indicaron que pasramos entre las dos lneas, no deb ser unas de las primeras pues al momento de entrar en ese estrecho camino donde las paredes eran personas que comenzaban a gritar eufricamente que a su vez se movan ponindome ms nerviosa, simule que me rascaba un odo para taparme aunque sea solo uno pues los gritos eran muy fuertes y yo no soy amante de ellos que digamos. Cuando todos cruzamos nos dieron la indicacin de que caminramos derecho hacia un cuarto en donde todos nos reuniramos, el lugar era enorme pero con sus respectivas comodidades (me pregunto si en Mxico existen lugares as) agregando que en la entrada se encontraba una barra con sus respectivos ingredientes para hacer caf, vasos para el agua y bolsitas de t. Nos pidieron que tomramos asiento (donde ms que en el suelo), todos lo hicieron pero algo separadas los unos de los otros as que el joven pidi que se acercasen ms, todos obedecieron nuevamente, en medio de todo pero en el fondo se encontraba un escenario (o algo as) en donde los maestros y estudiantes lderes se posaron para presentarse y dar de forma divertida y creativa las reglas que tendramos esos tres das y dos noches. Al culmino de todo nos llamaron para darnos nuestros gafetes y asignarnos nuestras cabaas, en ese momento me di cuenta que sera difcil que me tocara con alguna de mis amigas y lo mismo predije para ellas, tal como lo predije a las tres nos toc en cabaas diferentes, a cada grupo se le pidi que regresara al lugar donde los autobuses los dejaron y nos pidieron que cogiramos nuestro equipaje para despus dirigirnos a nuestras respectivas cabinas. Al entrar cada chica busco una cama con desesperacin, al contrario de ellas yo camine al fondo de la choza y avente mis pertenencias a la primera cama que mire vaca una litera en la parte de arriba fue donde me recost, esa sera mi zona de descanso personal. Observaba como todas acomodaban sus pertenencias con gran entusiasmo y yo recostada mirando ningn punto fijo oyendo palabras que siempre escuchaba pero que a su vez desconozco su significado me entro el sentimiento del arrepentimiento, me arrepent de haber idodespus miraba sin observar, oa sin escuchar y hablaba sin entender

Nos reunimos todas las cabinas en (lo llamare refugio, si ese donde est el mini escenario) el refugio en donde nos dieron ms indicaciones y luego nos mandaron a la cafetera, antes de entrar a cada grupo le hicieron algo dir que fue una actividad muy peculiar de la cual (aunque no la segu) aprend ms de lo que ya saba mientras coma observaba en silencio lo que hace un tiempo me preguntaba Qu se senta ser un lisiado? Lo estaba viviendo, observaba mientras que en mi mente me narraba lo que miraba

Que irnica es la vida y ms estas escena que presencio, un siego hablndole a un sordo y un paralitico ayudando a una chica sin brazos la humanidad es terrible en s pero no lo es del todo, estos incapacitados ayudan a sus semejantes aun cuando ellos mismos tienen un lmite, no veo la codicia, el rencor, la envidia, el placer por la humillacin en dnde est el egosmo? All afuera, si la humanidad fuera como esto que estoy admirando no sentira la necesidad de estar muerta. Observa bien como se ayudan entre si olvidando sus propios defectos lo que tu vez como defecto ellos lo ven como si fuese normal pues no es un defecto es una virtud t qu sabes de esto?, no se ms de lo que t sabes

Ana me pregunto porque estaba tan callada, yo intente traducir lo que mi cerebro me estaba contando momentos antes pero para m es difcil traducir del idioma cerebro al verbal pues mi oral es un ignorante a esas palabras sabias que mi cerebro le intenta explicar, el resultado es una escasa explicacin pobre en palabras comunes que no son tomadas en cuenta por los mortales. Mi explicacin de mi visin fue pobre y olvidada al instante pues lo que intente comenzar tomo otro rumbo y volv al silencio, me pregunte porque no me poda expresar como en mi pensar? Porque era tan difcil? Solo me vena como respuesta un simple hecho desde que vivo aqu mi ignorancia ha crecido, mi vocabulario ha disminuido, ya no he tenido plticas maduras, serias ni sabias con alguien que estuviese a mi nivel porque ahora yo estaba al nivel de todos

Estbamos en el refugio en donde todos compartan su experiencia a lo que yo tambin quise pero no tena ni idea de cmo hacerlo (el ingls no es mi fuerte), me siento excluida en varias cosas pero en esta ocasin me sent an ms pues quera expresarme pero no tena la capacidad para hacerlo y es cuando me siento impotente y me pregunto Qu diablos hago yo aqu? Debera estar en donde en verdad puedo expresarme sin ningn complejo pero no debo porque una parte de la humanidad sigue siendo egosta y por sus reglas y leyes debo estar aqu el lugar que me corresponde. No somos libres hice lo que siempre hago, callar.

Nos dividieron en otra actividad de la que dir que fue la primera cry activity, lo que hice bien en esa fue dibujar y explicar el dibujo lo siguiente fue lo que me aclaro que en ese lugar no me podra expresar ni desahogar del todo. Resulta que me preguntaron el porqu de mi explicacin y debo decir que iba bien al punto de que ya no supe cmo decir ciertas cosas en ingls y agregando m historia que estaba contando no pude evitar soltar unas lgrimas, la impotencia se apodero de m y no era por mi historia ms bien era porque por primera vez alguien escuchaba con atencin mis problemas pero por mi incapacidad lingstica no poda desahogarme y eso era algo que yo peda a gritos, en verdad quera hacerlo pero no poda no termine porque ni siquiera pude iniciar, las lgrimas se apoderaron de mis ojos que se cerraban con gran fuerza mientras senta como la manta de la ignorancia lingstica me cubra de pies a cabeza, terminando mi ridcula escena con un:

-Sorry guys but I cant continue is too much for me!-

Con los ojos cerrados, los brazos cruzados y las piernas enlazadas escuchaba los problemas de los dems y a mi gran pesar entenda, entenda todo lo que decan pero ellos no a mi no, ellos no hice lo de siempre, callar pero con una diferencia, ahora escuchaba.

Llego la noche y nos dirigieron al comedor para cenar luego cogimos algunas cosas de nuestras cabinas y regresamos al refugio donde tuvimos una ltima actividad y volvimos a nuestras cabaas para dormir. La mayor parte de la noche se la pasaron conversando sobre las actividades, sobre que pensaban, se hacan preguntas e intentaban respondrselas, yo solo acostada mirando al techo escuchaba la conversacin y oa que en la cabina vecina tenan algo de fiesta, record que en esa se encontraba Ana y no pude evitar sonrer al imaginar a mi compaera divirtindose con las otras que ms que cabaa pareca un antro en pleno jolgorio. Una chica morenita me introdujo a la conversacin cuestionndome el porqu de mi sonrisa a lo que yo le respondo con un guio, comenz una conversacin sobre el homosexualismo dejando a flote a todas las lesbianas que tenamos como compaeras en esa cabina y valla sorpresa prcticamente el 81% de las susodichas eran lesbianas o bisexuales valla que me sent en casa, la conversacin se torn ms lsbica y me introduje un poco en ella despus tome una ducha y medio terminamos la conversacin para poder dormir, sera un da largo.

Great. by StillNotSana

Wed, 5 Jan 2011 00:39:12 EST

Another online snippit to blab at.

First Post... by Echuirbaneth

Tue, 4 Jan 2011 16:06:25 EST

Hey...it's me...Echuir...also known as Annina Lorna Anton in real life, and a whole host of avatar names in Second Life. My main avatar, Harumi Oanomochi, is known as Echuirbaneth Raymaker inworld. Harumi means "springtime beauty" in Japan. Echuirbaneth means the same thing in the Sindarin Elvish language devised by JRR Tolkien.

Echuir is the wife and queen of King Arafel (Wolfstar in Elvish), the rulers of the small elvish kingdom of Ithildor (which means land of the moon). They have an adopted human daughter and twenty year old twins, a girl, Meristrae, and a boy, Istarion. We roleplay using the Azora combat system...so from time to time we get medieval on Drows or other combatants.

In real life I write fiction and non-fiction, publish some of it, and edit novels for people who self-publish on the web. I've got a list of satisfied clients, so I must be doing something right. :-) My goal with each novel is to copy-edit for grammar and spelling, while giving it a readability by changing things like word order, consistency, synonyms, overly used words, and so forth. My rates are very reasonable (approximately $2 per page depending upon how intensive the work). Inquiries at annina1@cox dot net.

I'm challenged by degenerative arthritis, which keeps me mostly bedbound, though I have a powerchair and do get around. I'm okay with that, as after an incredibly active and uniquely fabulous life, this is just nature's way of telling me to slow down.

From time to time I'll publish a poem or essay. I'm open to friendships here and on Facebook, and I have a semi-active LiveJournal as annina_writes.

May this new year of 2011 be one of success for us all~

-Annina L. Anton

I'm too much~ by Child_of_Brahma

Sun, 28 Nov 2010 23:32:42 EST

I watched "A Year Without a Santa Claus" earlier tonight- don't judge me- and it gave me kind of an idea for something new. It's totally fantasy, which is really contrary to every other idea I've had lately, but I kind of like it. It's also with thanks to some archetypes we learned in myth class, so.

I'm thinking of writing this up, like, tonight or tomorrow. It should be pretty interesting. But I also, like, never get things done.

Oh, hey. by Child_of_Brahma

Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:40:55 EST

Shyeah. So. Couple things.

First is that I know I'm jailbait. Please don't let that influence your view of me. You probably shouldn't be taking me very seriously to begin with.

Also, I mostly write LGBT stuff, so if that unsettles you, run.

So. I'm planning to get up a couple things, maybe, sometime soon. I have two characters I'm looking to play around with, and hopefully something comes of at least one.

Exhibit A is an African American Civil Rights activist/beat poet back in the days of Kerouac and Ginsberg. He's pretty awesome. I'm hoping I can do something with him, a mixture of poetry and prose, because he's mellow and witty and pretty awesome.

And the other is an MTF transgendered burlesque performer. I know nothing about her yet, but the idea itself appeals to me on so many levels.

I'll probably finish something with Cyprian Law, my beatnik, before anything with the burlesque performer. So keep an eye out if you like things like that?

Also, I tend to bounce between eras and do not stick with things. I will write about vikings one day, beat poets the next and cowboys the next. Don't latch onto any one topic. I go for all of them.

notice by ofleaves

Fri, 5 Nov 2010 17:59:36 EST

I don't blog here.

I write at http://seashine.posterous.com and alternatively can be found on Twitter by searching for 'clearsea'.

FFFFffffff! I need heeellllp....D: by WorldHero21

Tue, 31 Aug 2010 22:11:26 EST

....I'm having difficulty with formatting my writing on here.

I keep clicking "Left Align," because it keeps showing my writing centered, but....It's not working.

Can someone help me? :? I can't get it to align on the left....

Lilly by Jerynstuffenmuffin

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 04:25:22 EST

I'm so happy, holding her in my arms. It's funny when we both breathe at the same time.

She lays her head on my chest and makes circles around my arm with her fingers.

I kiss the top of her head, feeling her soft blonde hair between my lips. She giggles and looks up at me, her blue eyes reflecting me. "I don't understand why you love me." I say. "Well I don't get why you love me either, so there," she says, with her mouth slowly making a smile. I can't help but stare at her, I get that feeling of when you take in a deep breath, and she blushes. First cheeks and then her chin, I say, "You're blushing a lot babe," on purpose so she will blush more. She hides her face in my chest. I smile in pure ecstacy and place my chin on her head. I run my fingers down her arm, and then hug her tightly. I never want this moment to end. When she looks up again I'm staring still, she stares back and makes a face. "What?" she says. I say, "Nothing I just love you so much.." I wait as she registers, she doesn't believe me but she says, "I love you too." anyway, just because she loves me. I wish she knew how much I did love her. I reach around her hip to pull her up to me, she grabs my hand for a second and looks at the door, paranoia of parents. She looks back up at me and lets go of my hand, and I pull her up to my face. I put my forehead on her's and look into her eyes, she closes them and breathe's in deep. The bed is comfortable, her body is warm. She opens her eyes and she see's me staring at her still. Leaning in she kisses me, so softly that I can even feel the creases of her lips on myne. This only happens when were alone, when she knows that no one is watching or judging. We hold this kiss for a long time, but not long enough. I kiss her again and we both sigh. She doesn't want me to leave. I don't want to leave. She starts to cry, I don't know what to do. I reach up and wipe the tear off her cheek and kiss her again. She hugs me, and I don't want her to let go. She thinks that I'll leave her forever, leave her against the world, not love her. I won't do that. I will never do that. I love her, so much. It's that feeling of taking a deep breathe as you look at the person you love that makes you believe that you love them, and that shudder of happiness in your cheeks. "I promise that I will love you forever Toni." I say.

She Smiles.

my torn heart -rant- by mayshing

Mon, 10 May 2010 13:15:01 EST

Money vs family. >.

Is there anyone out there? by markulyseas

Mon, 1 Mar 2010 08:57:54 EST

This is not about love, not about broken hearts or sad dreams. Its about forbidden thoughts. Of fornicating frogs in the rainy season and doves that copulate round the clock i.e. they would if the sun shone through the night. Its about discarding the sense of belonging to a place, person, loving a person.

People suck your energy. They want to learn. And when satiated leave you naked standing on the road like a beggar. Then they go away.

Truth is an imposter, a prostitute, and one that sells itself to the highest bidder. Romeowed what Juliate. Or vice versa .

Life is for living; Death is for the ugly, and purgatory for the scribes.

The journey of the last five years has been one of solitary confinement amidst rampaging social enigmas. Colour-blind images of extremities touched up by a pen and displayed in groups of words juxtapositioned between foolhardy actions that have precipitated reflux.

Banality is good. It has an enchanting emptiness. A reassuring feel to it that coats dull minds and nurtures a comforting sense of mediocrity that keeps one cocooned in self-induced dreams of a happy life.

Someone once said that paradise is always somewhere else. Good idea, bad thought for it attempts to convince one that paradise exists when it doesnt.

On the road for so long has brought about a deep feeling of being alonenot physically but mentally. Alone or exclusive, whos to say? Whatever may be the formula for life one thing is certain; humans are like dogspack animals. They need the power of the pack, the hierarchy and the silly sideshows of politicking. It gives them a purpose, a direction, something to work for and to.

If religion is the opium of the masses then love is like ice cream, sweet, cold and melting on the tongue; the sensation lasts but a short while then ennui and lies take over.

Why love, why belong and why betray? Cant existence be a process that navigates the thin lines of supposed morality: Sharing knowledge, sharing human desires, sharing unspoken intimacy and then walking away free of encumbrances?

It is when we essay to possess is when rumbles begin in the jungle. The natural order of things gets disturbed. The world becomes smaller, contracted and like a dead star ready to implode.

Is there anyone out there?

Or, am I alonea dweller on the threshold.

Filed under: Is there anyone out there? Tagged: aloneness, asia travel writer, Bali, beach, Culture, doves, dweller on the threshold, Esoteric, Existentialism, family, frogs, gods, http://www.liveencounters.net, Juliet, love, marculyseas, mark ulyseas, personal, purgatory, random thoughts, religion, Romeo, single women, Truth, writing

Project by LakeofGlass

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 16:32:12 EST

I'm currently involved in a story telling project called Rook. If you'd like to view it, click here.

Well this is new... by Omega

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 10:00:30 EST

As a former member of DeviantArt, I've become quite dissatisfied with the content, and character of their patronage. While looking for a good alternative I stumbled upon this site, and must say I'm quite pleased. The interface, and quality I've seen so far is a pleasant departure from what I'm used to. Here's to many more! I will be posting more shortly.

Regards,

insan neyle ya$ar?? by Arena

Fri, 5 Feb 2010 11:59:30 EST

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