Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I HATE Valentine's Day, and anyone who has spent a little time to listen to know why. Still, the questions on this subject do not stop So again, I dedicate part of my time writing about it.
So Valentine's Day is a habit that has been globalized, most countries devote one day a year to celebrate this event. But at least, do you have any idea who was Saint Valentine? Why did he die? Why do we celebrate this day?. I doubt it. It really bothers me to see how people give away things that say "Happy Valentine" or "Be my Valentine", etc. Ignorance is abundant in many holidays. Anyone
ier person in my school know that material gives nothing that day, rather than letters to certain people. Why?
Three reasons:
1. The inmensia most people have no culture on this day, and many are unaware that this day really means, so I do not want to be part of their ignorance, even though I know on this day.
2. One of the main reasons why we celebrate this day is for shops to sell more, that I consider
A) Lack of self-respect and ignorance of people, since no interest is to promote any messages that St. Valentine left us, but to sell.
B) Sale of ideologies
C) Commercial Garbage
3. I hate Valentine's Day, soI have no reason to celebrate, even when others do not hate him.
One thing that bothers me most is that most of the time people do not understand why this conclusion, and yet the place. And not only Valentine's Day, but most dates.
So give nothing material at Christmas, I've never understood why giving gifts at this time, so never give. It is the birth of Christ, we celebrate it because it is our savior, but because giving gifts to each other, if the conclusion really is Christ?
So you can see how much I hate these things, I hate to see how the only thing that matters to people today is to sell, to hear people say, "You gave me nothing, I want" cuI'm really the best gift a person can give is your friendship, love, affection, protection, etc. a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, etc. It is exasperating to see how the true meaning of this day is lost more and more, is horrible to see the ignorance of people, seeing it from the family perspective to the budget, through the cultural and social. Practice is sold. I do not say that this is the most cases, material gifts are cute sometimes, but I do not think that they can express in the least affection for a person.
Still, I hate not only deeply about this. It brings back bad memories, and anyone who knows me well enough will know why. It makes me cranky to think of
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Stroke More Condition_treatment meaning of Nymphetamine
worshipers who do not know ¬ ¬) invented that word, which assigned the meaning that it had told people not magical. Then we can say that is NOT an official word is fictitious, and also respect, however, exists.
is the same with "Nymphetamine". Cradle of Filth invented that word, and now I explain their meanings.
Nymphetamine is a fictitious drug (Lee well: Fiction Dorgan, there exists in the fictional context, but not in real life) then this drug is as an attachment to a person (¬ ¬ female) with the same qualities Vampire literally bringing her lover back from the brink of spiritual grave, only to bury him further on the strength of a whim.
ESO, ESO ES Nymphetamine! CHTMGreta says LXC is like addiction to a person when you're in love or, almost one might say that's Nymphetamine, but obviously we have to add in what I have to emphasize.
That's the official meaning of the word, that is.
However there is another who has given birth to a person. It has to do with the composition of the word nymph / ET / A / MINE.
Then, once you see it can be seen as heading up:
Nymph (English) Ninfa
ET: (French) derived from est, which is "is" (verb ¬ ¬)
A: " A "trim is there, read on to see why.
MINE: (from English) Mine, the mine, of mine.
Then, we can see that according to this composition can Defcar that "Nymphetam
is the same with "Nymphetamine". Cradle of Filth invented that word, and now I explain their meanings.
Nymphetamine is a fictitious drug (Lee well: Fiction Dorgan, there exists in the fictional context, but not in real life) then this drug is as an attachment to a person (¬ ¬ female) with the same qualities Vampire literally bringing her lover back from the brink of spiritual grave, only to bury him further on the strength of a whim.
ESO, ESO ES Nymphetamine! CHTMGreta says LXC is like addiction to a person when you're in love or, almost one might say that's Nymphetamine, but obviously we have to add in what I have to emphasize.
That's the official meaning of the word, that is.
However there is another who has given birth to a person. It has to do with the composition of the word nymph / ET / A / MINE.
Then, once you see it can be seen as heading up:
Nymph (English) Ninfa
ET: (French) derived from est, which is "is" (verb ¬ ¬)
A: " A "trim is there, read on to see why.
MINE: (from English) Mine, the mine, of mine.
Then, we can see that according to this composition can Defcar that "Nymphetam
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Blueprints For How To Build A Swing Set "But that way I will not die"
Ughh sad ... but not as much as yesterday or the day before yesterday ... Amways, last several months planning this writing, doing multiple drafts, and just today I was able to organize the ideas that had riots in the head ...
"But that way I will not die"
"My arms closed around my body, hugging him, so that, with false hopes, to cushion the fall that my body is performing slowly.
My head was beaten against the ground, and my body rests in it, while my dark hair mixed with dust on the floor, a result of your neglect.
My arms have slipped after falling, and my face has an expression of terror, with eyes open and with a terribly bright, not special, but ashair will soon fall, accompanied by my nails, but inside my body, carried out the latest features are replaced by decomposition.
probably will dig a small depression, which was introduced a beautiful coffin, and inside it, I can rest forever. My body cold and stiff, it will be placed there, wearing the best clothes for before being buried underground, and can rest assured that I will have the beautiful grass just above my body, but it must wait for hours in a room in which, my loved ones shed tears for me, as you say goodbye to my body, hoping that my soul rest in peace for the rest of the day, and that this increase, in order to find paradiseeternal.
Those we love never leave us. Although his body is rigid and inflexible, although what were her veins, no blood flow, and even if they can not move by themselves or breathe.
The human heart has always been considered the center of the soul, and this remains the dead we love and who love us.
And if I bleed, bleed
And if I fall, I fall
And if I suffer, suffer
But if I live, live ...
can not be sure of reincarnation, but of life, which is short and therefore we should not waste it.
will pay the price of my defeat, knowing that I lost the battle but not war.
Although it is difficult to stop bleeding,
Although
"But that way I will not die"
"My arms closed around my body, hugging him, so that, with false hopes, to cushion the fall that my body is performing slowly.
My head was beaten against the ground, and my body rests in it, while my dark hair mixed with dust on the floor, a result of your neglect.
My arms have slipped after falling, and my face has an expression of terror, with eyes open and with a terribly bright, not special, but ashair will soon fall, accompanied by my nails, but inside my body, carried out the latest features are replaced by decomposition.
probably will dig a small depression, which was introduced a beautiful coffin, and inside it, I can rest forever. My body cold and stiff, it will be placed there, wearing the best clothes for before being buried underground, and can rest assured that I will have the beautiful grass just above my body, but it must wait for hours in a room in which, my loved ones shed tears for me, as you say goodbye to my body, hoping that my soul rest in peace for the rest of the day, and that this increase, in order to find paradiseeternal.
Those we love never leave us. Although his body is rigid and inflexible, although what were her veins, no blood flow, and even if they can not move by themselves or breathe.
The human heart has always been considered the center of the soul, and this remains the dead we love and who love us.
And if I bleed, bleed
And if I fall, I fall
And if I suffer, suffer
But if I live, live ...
can not be sure of reincarnation, but of life, which is short and therefore we should not waste it.
will pay the price of my defeat, knowing that I lost the battle but not war.
Although it is difficult to stop bleeding,
Although
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Dune Buggy Guide Building -book -essential Manual
I admired the black, smooth and elegant as velvet, punctuated by the golden stars and adorned with a pearl-white moon.
After playing with my heart, stomp, mistreat, humiliate, lie, hurt, and betrayal, the only colors I saw were the red of my blood, having started as a result of slowly flowing through my veins, black, gray and silver, because I could not see the sun or the beauty of the moon, while dreaming of the stars, and cherish the drops of dew that fell on the roses, a striking crimson, decorating their stems with abundant spines and leaves.
you seize my colors, my scarlet, my emerald green, purple me and my passionblue sky. But the tears are clear and my blood can only be red blood, bright red that can not show more than the two darker aspects of being human desolation and terror. I could not enjoy the beautiful sunset, a phenomenon he admired and loved, I could feel the noise of the stream, which struck the stones that adorned the bank.
But do not take off conform to the colors, tearing your heart, feed on my blood, terror, desolation, sadness and horror. Continue to take off the mood, he could still perform the functions that my body needed, such as sleeping and eating, talking, when necessary, and perform my duties, but during the night crying and could not sleep because of moisture presentastrals flew to the moonlight and sphinxes adorn the beautiful landscapes. The fairies fly around the beautiful flowers, and little elves made mischief under mushrooms, trimmed with silver beads produced by the dew which falls in the morning, leaving a beautiful aroma that perfumes the wind. Veela
But not metamorphose, the nymphs do not exist, the moon is not magic and sphinxes are perverse. No flying fairies and elves are shy and reserved, and the only drops I see, not the spray, but those of my tears, my face Rhone. Do you think sufficient to remove the color, finish with my heart, end up with my moods, and overwhelm and destroy my world of fantasy?
You are invited to meblack. I hear no other noise than my own suffering, and more magical than I can contemplate is that ghost round the room, where I was locked up and not let me leave. You have the key and the ability to open, and you're the one who can do it using these tools.
My soul will not rest in peace, when my body cools down and my muscles are stiff, until I'm out of here. You got me, and I've been crying winged door, made countless attempts to open it in some way, while the silver ghost round the room, placing from time to time, his bony fingers in my eyes while I sleep, and what why not?, also dragging their heavy and rusty chains across the room, despertándOLED, of sadness, but mostly you. They can keep trying to open it, I know that open, trusted them, mainly because they are outside, and I within, and therefore can open them, only with a little more work and time. They
and they picked me up when I was on the floor, they and they gave me his shoulder to mourn, men and women care about me, they ask me who was responsible, and who beat them, because I want ... And you, you kept me away from them and they, for long and sustained periods of time ...
does not matter if you open the door, because even if you do, it will open, it will, I know it will, and they open . I trust them, and I want more than you canimagine. Are giving back what I took away from me and what I owned. What we have is enough to save me and others, and we can use that weapon against you when we want, because it's something you do not know and probably what you fear and is thus not the weapon we have is love and affection is produced and binds and strengthens our ties of friendship. "
still there? Hahaha extremely long, well if you could finish reading it, thanks for taking the time, if you were in my photoblog and then you went to here, I would like to bring this -> # in the post to indicate you read it ... many kisses i
cddte
After playing with my heart, stomp, mistreat, humiliate, lie, hurt, and betrayal, the only colors I saw were the red of my blood, having started as a result of slowly flowing through my veins, black, gray and silver, because I could not see the sun or the beauty of the moon, while dreaming of the stars, and cherish the drops of dew that fell on the roses, a striking crimson, decorating their stems with abundant spines and leaves.
you seize my colors, my scarlet, my emerald green, purple me and my passionblue sky. But the tears are clear and my blood can only be red blood, bright red that can not show more than the two darker aspects of being human desolation and terror. I could not enjoy the beautiful sunset, a phenomenon he admired and loved, I could feel the noise of the stream, which struck the stones that adorned the bank.
But do not take off conform to the colors, tearing your heart, feed on my blood, terror, desolation, sadness and horror. Continue to take off the mood, he could still perform the functions that my body needed, such as sleeping and eating, talking, when necessary, and perform my duties, but during the night crying and could not sleep because of moisture presentastrals flew to the moonlight and sphinxes adorn the beautiful landscapes. The fairies fly around the beautiful flowers, and little elves made mischief under mushrooms, trimmed with silver beads produced by the dew which falls in the morning, leaving a beautiful aroma that perfumes the wind. Veela
But not metamorphose, the nymphs do not exist, the moon is not magic and sphinxes are perverse. No flying fairies and elves are shy and reserved, and the only drops I see, not the spray, but those of my tears, my face Rhone. Do you think sufficient to remove the color, finish with my heart, end up with my moods, and overwhelm and destroy my world of fantasy?
You are invited to meblack. I hear no other noise than my own suffering, and more magical than I can contemplate is that ghost round the room, where I was locked up and not let me leave. You have the key and the ability to open, and you're the one who can do it using these tools.
My soul will not rest in peace, when my body cools down and my muscles are stiff, until I'm out of here. You got me, and I've been crying winged door, made countless attempts to open it in some way, while the silver ghost round the room, placing from time to time, his bony fingers in my eyes while I sleep, and what why not?, also dragging their heavy and rusty chains across the room, despertándOLED, of sadness, but mostly you. They can keep trying to open it, I know that open, trusted them, mainly because they are outside, and I within, and therefore can open them, only with a little more work and time. They
and they picked me up when I was on the floor, they and they gave me his shoulder to mourn, men and women care about me, they ask me who was responsible, and who beat them, because I want ... And you, you kept me away from them and they, for long and sustained periods of time ...
does not matter if you open the door, because even if you do, it will open, it will, I know it will, and they open . I trust them, and I want more than you canimagine. Are giving back what I took away from me and what I owned. What we have is enough to save me and others, and we can use that weapon against you when we want, because it's something you do not know and probably what you fear and is thus not the weapon we have is love and affection is produced and binds and strengthens our ties of friendship. "
still there? Hahaha extremely long, well if you could finish reading it, thanks for taking the time, if you were in my photoblog and then you went to here, I would like to bring this -> # in the post to indicate you read it ... many kisses i
cddte
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