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^_^
A heart is like an egg.
You must crack it open to get at the gold inside
And you never get it closed again.
You must crack it open to get at the gold inside
And you never get it closed again.
2013/12/31
in by minutes
hello, I hear 2014 is comming up ....
Since when does 2014 follow on 2012 ?
....
Did anyone see 2013?
2012/07/18
The army
"I have an easy job for the laziest do-nothing among you!" the Sergent barks at the new recruits.
They look around and one after the other they raise their hand. Except one.
The sarge walks over and asks "Well?! Why didn't you raise your hand?!"
To which the recruits softly answers "To much effort. ...sir"
2012/05/10
2012/04/10
http://lolsnaps.com/news/20880/1/
just open the pic ^_^
2012/04/09
2012/01/01
2011/11/19
2011/11/13
dinner time
Dinner was great again.
Good thing I only have time enough to cook right in the weekends.
I would burst other wise.
2011/01/01
2010/11/11
2010/07/19
dream
It is a dream that always comes back. It should be a nightmare but strangely it isn't.
We were on a school trip to the mountains. Yeah, most schools went to an entrainment park or to the beach, we went to the mountains. Which was more fun actually cause we did all the fun stuff we choose with nothing but a couple of teachers along. No theme park with guided tours or a crowded and supervised sea trip could beat that for nine and ten year olds. Nothing compares to setting up your own tent and not care about dirty clothes or manners or wake-up and dinner times.
After a week of adventure and fun we got to go home again. Getting on the bus we were all excited still but soon most of the kids (and certainly the teachers) fell asleep. Some of us, like me, started to write up some reports and mails (should have done that on the camp itself but ... camp is fun and letter writing isn't ... ).
I suppose the driver fell asleep as well. Cause suddenly the hum of the engine and the music of the radio was replaced by shattering glass and screaming metal. The world went upside down and everybody was screaming and tumbling while the bus slid down the mountain side on its roof. And with every mile -meters really but in my memory it were miles- the roof bent in further crushing the baggage and seats and us together grinding everything up and shredding all to uppers on the rocks.
And suddenly everything was quite.
I stayed where I was, wedged between a couple of seats, for a long time. Listening, not daring to move. When I crawled out I saw blood dripping and running off wherever I looked. There was glass and metal and plastic and bits and pieces of baggage all the way up the slope to the road. And there was blood and body parts scattered all around. The bus looked like a crashed butchers shop with meat and bones lying about and blood pooling ans dripping. I couldn't really make out individual kids. Looking carefully I could make out some but at the time it didn't really register.
I wasn't the only one out, Luca was lying to the side of the bus. But she couldn't move. Not with a leg broken and bent like it was. She said it didn't hurt so I pulled her to the side on some grassy spot and we huddle together there.
We just waited for help. Talking a bit, mindless girl talk and gossip about the classmates. But we mostly sat listening. We heard nothing at first. Except, after a while, we heard some birds twittering. And the wind rustling trough the trees again.
Only later I realised Luca wasn't answering. I thought she was a sleep at first so I kept quiet but when the sun went down behind the trees I noticed she had gotten cold. I went to the bus and got her a jacket but I couldn't put it on her cause she wasn't asleep. She had died while I held her.
I was full dark and getting damned cold when it finally dawned to me that help wasn't coming. I covered Luca up so she should be comfortable and crawled my way up to the road. I was well a mile down the road when a police car stopped and picked me up.
I don't remember much of the rest of the story. Just lots of people comming by and taking and asking questions. And then, when I moved to another school later that year everything quieted down.
Slowly everybody forgot.
Only my dreams remain.
We were on a school trip to the mountains. Yeah, most schools went to an entrainment park or to the beach, we went to the mountains. Which was more fun actually cause we did all the fun stuff we choose with nothing but a couple of teachers along. No theme park with guided tours or a crowded and supervised sea trip could beat that for nine and ten year olds. Nothing compares to setting up your own tent and not care about dirty clothes or manners or wake-up and dinner times.
After a week of adventure and fun we got to go home again. Getting on the bus we were all excited still but soon most of the kids (and certainly the teachers) fell asleep. Some of us, like me, started to write up some reports and mails (should have done that on the camp itself but ... camp is fun and letter writing isn't ... ).
I suppose the driver fell asleep as well. Cause suddenly the hum of the engine and the music of the radio was replaced by shattering glass and screaming metal. The world went upside down and everybody was screaming and tumbling while the bus slid down the mountain side on its roof. And with every mile -meters really but in my memory it were miles- the roof bent in further crushing the baggage and seats and us together grinding everything up and shredding all to uppers on the rocks.
And suddenly everything was quite.
I stayed where I was, wedged between a couple of seats, for a long time. Listening, not daring to move. When I crawled out I saw blood dripping and running off wherever I looked. There was glass and metal and plastic and bits and pieces of baggage all the way up the slope to the road. And there was blood and body parts scattered all around. The bus looked like a crashed butchers shop with meat and bones lying about and blood pooling ans dripping. I couldn't really make out individual kids. Looking carefully I could make out some but at the time it didn't really register.
I wasn't the only one out, Luca was lying to the side of the bus. But she couldn't move. Not with a leg broken and bent like it was. She said it didn't hurt so I pulled her to the side on some grassy spot and we huddle together there.
We just waited for help. Talking a bit, mindless girl talk and gossip about the classmates. But we mostly sat listening. We heard nothing at first. Except, after a while, we heard some birds twittering. And the wind rustling trough the trees again.
Only later I realised Luca wasn't answering. I thought she was a sleep at first so I kept quiet but when the sun went down behind the trees I noticed she had gotten cold. I went to the bus and got her a jacket but I couldn't put it on her cause she wasn't asleep. She had died while I held her.
I was full dark and getting damned cold when it finally dawned to me that help wasn't coming. I covered Luca up so she should be comfortable and crawled my way up to the road. I was well a mile down the road when a police car stopped and picked me up.
I don't remember much of the rest of the story. Just lots of people comming by and taking and asking questions. And then, when I moved to another school later that year everything quieted down.
Slowly everybody forgot.
Only my dreams remain.
2010/07/13
Yawn ...
When you live for thousands of years ... sleeping in isn't counted in hours. Rather in weeks or months really. ... Yawn ...
2010/05/13
2010/03/14
2010/02/22
Yawning
Resurecting the Sleepy Dragon.
The old one still lives but I lost the account when Google stepped in and bought Blogger.
The old one still lives but I lost the account when Google stepped in and bought Blogger.
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