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Happy Birthday To You (Anyway)
Posted 10 years agoHad you allowed me, this would have been another day to spoil you to the best of my abilities. I would have been looking for the perfect gift for a month before, ears and eyes wide open, paying attention to what you said so I could get you the present not even you knew you wanted.
I would have woken you up with kisses and anything else you wanted. I would have taken you out to dinner with all our friends here. I would have taken you back to bed with more kisses and more of anything else you wanted.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing this for you, and not just on your birthday. You know I'm good for it - I did it when we lived countries apart, when your life was miserable and lonely. I did when you moved here and was trying to build a new life for yourself.
But you made your choice, though I was never part of it. In spite of that, I still love you and I still wish you a happy birthday.
I would have woken you up with kisses and anything else you wanted. I would have taken you out to dinner with all our friends here. I would have taken you back to bed with more kisses and more of anything else you wanted.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing this for you, and not just on your birthday. You know I'm good for it - I did it when we lived countries apart, when your life was miserable and lonely. I did when you moved here and was trying to build a new life for yourself.
But you made your choice, though I was never part of it. In spite of that, I still love you and I still wish you a happy birthday.
Terry Pratchett Farewell
Posted 10 years ago“In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part …” (opening lines of The Colour of Magic)
I was in my early teens when my uncle Tony opened up his bookcase to me, and amongst the horror stories of Stephen King and Richard Laymon, Dean Koontz’s thrillers, Tolkien and JK Rowling’s fantasy, the Discworld series. It was the logical progression to go from Middle-Earth to Discworld, in the same way that the teenage years lead to young adulthood. Sir Terry’s stories started off as yet another fantasy series in The Colour of Magic, but steadily developed into more, as did I by reading them. Underneath the adventure and comedy lay musings of life’s most important issues. In Small Gods, which will always have a place in my heart, there is talk of religion and belief. He talks of justice, love, art (“He knew in his heart that spinning upside down around a pole wearing a costume you could floss with definitely was not Art, and being painted lying on a bed wearing nothing but a smile and a small bunch of grapes was good solid Art, but putting your finger on why this was the case was a bit tricky.” – from Thud)… Everything. Ultimately, he talks about what it means to be human.
‘HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.’ (Hogfather)
If ever humanity was successfully summed up in less than a hundred tomes, here it is. And coming from Death’s eternally grinning mouth, nonetheless. You cannot but admire Sir Terry’s simultaneously appreciation of humanity’s shortcomings and his love for us having gotten this far inspite of that. He believes that the one crime is to treat people as objects, as illustrated so often by Granny Weatherwax, but especially in Carpe Jugulum:
‘There’s no greys, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.’
‘It’s a lot more complicated than that -’
‘No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.’
Words cannot begin to describe the sense of loss I feel at the loss of the man whose words have shaped more than any other author. He formed so much of who I am and how I view the world that it feels like a beloved distant uncle passed away, except that he's one whom the whole world owes tremendous gratitude for making it infinitely better.
I was in my early teens when my uncle Tony opened up his bookcase to me, and amongst the horror stories of Stephen King and Richard Laymon, Dean Koontz’s thrillers, Tolkien and JK Rowling’s fantasy, the Discworld series. It was the logical progression to go from Middle-Earth to Discworld, in the same way that the teenage years lead to young adulthood. Sir Terry’s stories started off as yet another fantasy series in The Colour of Magic, but steadily developed into more, as did I by reading them. Underneath the adventure and comedy lay musings of life’s most important issues. In Small Gods, which will always have a place in my heart, there is talk of religion and belief. He talks of justice, love, art (“He knew in his heart that spinning upside down around a pole wearing a costume you could floss with definitely was not Art, and being painted lying on a bed wearing nothing but a smile and a small bunch of grapes was good solid Art, but putting your finger on why this was the case was a bit tricky.” – from Thud)… Everything. Ultimately, he talks about what it means to be human.
‘HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.’ (Hogfather)
If ever humanity was successfully summed up in less than a hundred tomes, here it is. And coming from Death’s eternally grinning mouth, nonetheless. You cannot but admire Sir Terry’s simultaneously appreciation of humanity’s shortcomings and his love for us having gotten this far inspite of that. He believes that the one crime is to treat people as objects, as illustrated so often by Granny Weatherwax, but especially in Carpe Jugulum:
‘There’s no greys, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.’
‘It’s a lot more complicated than that -’
‘No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.’
Words cannot begin to describe the sense of loss I feel at the loss of the man whose words have shaped more than any other author. He formed so much of who I am and how I view the world that it feels like a beloved distant uncle passed away, except that he's one whom the whole world owes tremendous gratitude for making it infinitely better.
Five Years
Posted 11 years ago"Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”
-From 'Great Expectations', by Charles Dickens
It was around this time of day five years ago that I received the worst phone call of my life. No one deserves to die young, but I guess some people are too good for this world. It is a difficult consolation, but Tammy, you are certainly one of those people.
That would prove to be a very significant day for another reason, because I finally got to meet in person someone who had been a great friend from a distance. You helped me make it through that difficult period and all the other things that went wrong soon after, yet nowadays we are broken too. I wish you had decided to do things differently, but you left me no option but to try and move on, as impossible as it is because I loved you like I've never loved anyone. So today remains an extra bittersweet anniversary of sorts because of this.
But in a happier vein, I want to wish my mother a happy birthday. It's not everyone that can raise four children by herself like she did. Through her example I have tried to learn strength that helps me survive every bad thing that comes my way, and Lord knows they're not few. Happy birthday, mamma bear!
-From 'Great Expectations', by Charles Dickens
It was around this time of day five years ago that I received the worst phone call of my life. No one deserves to die young, but I guess some people are too good for this world. It is a difficult consolation, but Tammy, you are certainly one of those people.
That would prove to be a very significant day for another reason, because I finally got to meet in person someone who had been a great friend from a distance. You helped me make it through that difficult period and all the other things that went wrong soon after, yet nowadays we are broken too. I wish you had decided to do things differently, but you left me no option but to try and move on, as impossible as it is because I loved you like I've never loved anyone. So today remains an extra bittersweet anniversary of sorts because of this.
But in a happier vein, I want to wish my mother a happy birthday. It's not everyone that can raise four children by herself like she did. Through her example I have tried to learn strength that helps me survive every bad thing that comes my way, and Lord knows they're not few. Happy birthday, mamma bear!
Memory Serum
Posted 11 years agoI’m reading a particular young adult novel set in a dystopian future where various serums exist, one of which can “reset” a person’s memory. Virtually everything you are, gone. There have been times – tough times – where I dreamed of something like that. Something like in the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”, where Kate Winslet’s character Clementine hires a company to erase her memories of the relationship with Joel (Jim Carrey), who, devastated at finding this out, also asks for the procedure. How many times have we felt cursed by memories and feelings that haunt us and don’t let us go?
Reading this particular passage, where a character who has been mostly a bad person, sees his chance to start over, lead a better life, ingests this memory serum, something in me clicked. A few days ago my phone stopped working. I have had it for about two and a half years, and as I was trying to console myself that if it cannot be fixed at least I lost nothing important, I remember all the text messages and the Whatsapp conversations over these two and a half years registered on that phone. Falling in love, getting closer to that love, losing that love, still seeing the ghosts of that love. Births and deaths. Making new friends. Learning new things and moving away from others. Huge life choices and changes. So much can happen in that relatively little period of time. Strange to think how it's all condensed on that phone, all this important time which gets spent and is never returned. A part of me really hopes that at least the memory of it can be preserved, via having the phone fixed.
My point here? Not sure I have one. Or maybe I just wonder: is it worth giving up the good to forget the bad? Maybe start over again? Would you do it?
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"
(From the poem "Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope)
Reading this particular passage, where a character who has been mostly a bad person, sees his chance to start over, lead a better life, ingests this memory serum, something in me clicked. A few days ago my phone stopped working. I have had it for about two and a half years, and as I was trying to console myself that if it cannot be fixed at least I lost nothing important, I remember all the text messages and the Whatsapp conversations over these two and a half years registered on that phone. Falling in love, getting closer to that love, losing that love, still seeing the ghosts of that love. Births and deaths. Making new friends. Learning new things and moving away from others. Huge life choices and changes. So much can happen in that relatively little period of time. Strange to think how it's all condensed on that phone, all this important time which gets spent and is never returned. A part of me really hopes that at least the memory of it can be preserved, via having the phone fixed.
My point here? Not sure I have one. Or maybe I just wonder: is it worth giving up the good to forget the bad? Maybe start over again? Would you do it?
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"
(From the poem "Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope)
Sully and Ralph
Posted 12 years agoIf Monster's Inc.'s Sully and Wreck-It Ralph were to hook up, who do you think would top?
2013 and Heartache
Posted 12 years ago"But the tigers come at night.
With their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart.
As they turn your dream to shame"
"I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn"
I'm having a very hard time letting go of how awful this year has been. It boils down to problems at work, but more importantly, to someone I cared for a lot and for whom, for close to 8 years, I did a lot and yet ...
As much as I could, I laid the world down at your feet, to make up for wrongs your supposed loved ones did to you. For whatever reasons maybe not even you know, you kicked me while I was down there. Whatever it was, you weren't even man enough to talk about it and instead you somehow find it logical to make me the villain. A part of me still loves the good you I once knew, deeply, but you hurt me so much and I do not believe I deserve it. I really hope some day karma catches up with you and repays you all the good I've done in the way you deserve. Maybe then you'll realize what you threw away and the damage YOU did. Stop being a victim already. I went through worse than you, and you know that, yet I did not let my daddy issues stop me from trusting and caring for you. You're "absolutely done" with me, right? Then goodbye.
On the flip side of the coin, here's to all the family members, friends and colleagues who stood by me more than ever, when I needed you more than ever. Life has a nasty habit of sometimes throwing more at us at once than we can handle. I appreciate that more of you than I expected were there to help me. To people like you I wish a happy 2014 - you deserve it.
With their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart.
As they turn your dream to shame"
"I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn"
I'm having a very hard time letting go of how awful this year has been. It boils down to problems at work, but more importantly, to someone I cared for a lot and for whom, for close to 8 years, I did a lot and yet ...
As much as I could, I laid the world down at your feet, to make up for wrongs your supposed loved ones did to you. For whatever reasons maybe not even you know, you kicked me while I was down there. Whatever it was, you weren't even man enough to talk about it and instead you somehow find it logical to make me the villain. A part of me still loves the good you I once knew, deeply, but you hurt me so much and I do not believe I deserve it. I really hope some day karma catches up with you and repays you all the good I've done in the way you deserve. Maybe then you'll realize what you threw away and the damage YOU did. Stop being a victim already. I went through worse than you, and you know that, yet I did not let my daddy issues stop me from trusting and caring for you. You're "absolutely done" with me, right? Then goodbye.
On the flip side of the coin, here's to all the family members, friends and colleagues who stood by me more than ever, when I needed you more than ever. Life has a nasty habit of sometimes throwing more at us at once than we can handle. I appreciate that more of you than I expected were there to help me. To people like you I wish a happy 2014 - you deserve it.
Archetypal Characters - Guys I Need Your Help
Posted 12 years agoHi everyone,
I'm preparing an activity for my adult learners, for when we'll be talking about some theories of literature. One such theory is the idea that characters can fall under certain types or follow certain patterns. You get what we call archetypes.
This is where you come in. Could you look at the following (LONG!) list and name any characters, from any source you like (from books to videogames, heck, maybe even historical or real live people) you believe fits in that description. It's perfectly fine for a character to fit into more than just one type. Oh, and try and keep them as mainstream as possible - I have a wide variety of students, the only common factor being they're 18 and older.
I'll add the first post to give you an idea what I mean and I'd appreciate if you could follow that particular format for your answers.
Really appreciate it :)
Jon
The List
1 Analyst: Can explain anything rationally. Ex: Mr. Spock
2 Anti-hero: A main character who is characterized by a lack of traditional heroic qualities, such as idealism or courage , but still ends up doing good. Ex: Wolverine
3 Benefactor: Has a whole lot of something s/he wants to share. Ex: Miss Havisham (Great Expectations)
4 Bully: Has no tolerance for weakness, especially in himself, but could also influence others.
5 Bureaucrat: Follows the rules no matter what. Ex: Hermione Granger
6 Caretaker: Cares for others.
7 Catalyst: Makes plans or ideas become reality, makes things happen.
8 Child: Could be a literal child or just living like one. Ex: Peter Pan
9 Coward: Afraid of everything, controlled by fear. Ex: Cowardly Lion (The Wizard of Oz)
10 Curmudgeon: Irritable and cynical and proud of it. Ex: Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)
11 Damsel in distress: The young lady who needs to be rescued (usually by the hero)
12 Dreamer: Longs to be something he isn’t. Ex: Annie (the musical, Annie)
13 Elder/Mentor/Teacher/Parent: Been around long enough to know some vital information. Ex: Ben Kenobi (Star Wars movies), Mufassa (The Lion King),
14 Explorer/Wanderer: Wants to see the world—could be running from something.
15 Extraordinary man: The guy who can do anything. Ex: Indiana Jones, James Bond
16 Femme fatale: A woman who exercises a great (and often destructive) power over men.
17 Fugitive/Hunted man: Character on the run, either from the law or from their past.
18 Gossip: Must be the first to know everything and the one to pass it on. Ex: Rachel Lynde (the novel Anne of Green Gables)
19 Guardian: Protects the weak.
20 Hedonist/Thrill-seeker: Lives for today in case (or, as if) tomorrow never comes.
21 Herald/Messenger: The bringer of news, good, bad, or necessary. Ex: Hermes in Greek mythology
22 Hermit/Loner: Just wants to be left alone. Ex: Phil (the satyr in Disney’s Hercules), Martin Riggs (Lethal Weapon)
23 Hero/Heroine: Usually recognized in a work of literature as someone with great courage and strength (although that's not always the case). The hero may risk or sacrifice his or her life for the greater good.
24 Hunter/Predator: Can catch or kill anything. Ex: Arnold Schwarzenegger's character, The Terminator
25 Innocent: An inexperienced individual exposed to the evils in the world. Ex: Dorothy Gale (The Wizard of Oz)
26 Introvert: Lives inside his shell to prevent anyone from seeing the real him/her. Ex: Gabriella Montez (High School Musical)
27 Investigator: Thrives on puzzles and riddles. Ex: Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes
28 Judge/Mediator: The arbitrator or peacemaker in a conflict.
29 Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow. Ex: William Wallace (Braveheart)
30 Magician/Wizard/Superpowers: Has special powers or abilities. Ex: Superman, Harry Potter
31 Manipulator: Plays with people and situations to get what s/he wants. Ex: Scarlett O’Hara (Gone With The Wind)
32 Martyr: Willing to suffer or die for others or a cause.
33 Masochist: Finds pleasure in torturing himself, denying himself.
34 Masquerader: Pretends to be something he is not.
35 Monster: A depraved beast. Ex: Gollum (The Lord of the Rings trilogy), Grendel (Beowulf)
36 Ordinary Man: Your average Joe, just like you or me. Ex: Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit).
37 Outcast: S/he has been cast out of society or has left it on a voluntary basis. The outcast figure can often times also be considered as a Christ figure (involving the idea of sacrifice, possibly self-sacrifice). Ex: Piggy (William Golding's The Lord of the Flies)
38 Penitent: Lives to atone for his/her sin(s). Ex: Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)
39 Perfectionist: Every action and word must be flawless.
40 Pessimist: Habitually sees or anticipates the worst or is disposed to be gloomy. Ex: Marvin the Paranoid Android (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
41 Pleaser/Show-off: Craves approval from anyone and may do anything to get it.
42 Poet: Life is art, be that through story or song or art or sculpture.
Rebel/Revolutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause. Ex: Robin Hood
43 Rogue: Looks out for himself and no one else. Ex: Han Solo (the Star Wars movies)
44 Saboteur/Traitor: For whatever reason, he will make sure something fails. Ex: Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)
45 Samaritan: Does good deeds wherever he goes.
46 Scapegoat: The scapegoat figure is the one who gets blamed for everything, regardless of whether he or she is actually at fault. Example: Snowball (George Orwell's Animal Farm)
47 Scholar: Wants to learn or is already very learned.
48 Sensualist: Addicted to feeling good about himself.
49 Shrew: This is that nagging, bothersome wife always battering her husband with verbal abuse. Ex: Mrs Joe Gargary (Great Expectations)
50 Slave: Does not belong to himself. Ex: Jim (Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
51 Star-crossed lovers: This is the young couple joined by love but unexpectedly parted by fate. Ex: Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet)
52 Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.
53 Sycophant: Self-seeking, flatterer, who works to please those in power. Ex: Smee (Peter Pan)
54 Temptress: Uses power (intellect, magic, beauty) to make others weak. Ex: Megara (Disney’s Hercules)
55 Thief: Takes what he wants or needs. Ex: Philippe Gaston aka “The Mouse” (the movie LadyHawke)
56 Trickster/Jester (sometimes known as “comic relief” if found in a very serious source) : Always looking for the humour in a situation. Ex: Fred and George Weasley (the Harry Potter series)
57 Tyrant: Must be in control at all times. Ex: Captain Hook (Peter Pan)
58 Victim: Was hurt by someone or lives in fear that someone will hurt him. Ex: Clarice “Precious” Jones (the novel Push, and its movie adaption Precious)
59 Villain: Seeks to destroy/trap the hero. Ex: Evil Queen in Snow White
60 Waif: Appears innocent and weak and often relies on the pity of others. Ex: The Kid (the movie Dick Tracy)
61 Womanizer: A man whom no lady can resist. Ex. Giacomo Casanova (Italian adventurer b.1725, d.1798) and Don Juan (from numerous poems and operas) both lend their names to this archetype.
I'm preparing an activity for my adult learners, for when we'll be talking about some theories of literature. One such theory is the idea that characters can fall under certain types or follow certain patterns. You get what we call archetypes.
This is where you come in. Could you look at the following (LONG!) list and name any characters, from any source you like (from books to videogames, heck, maybe even historical or real live people) you believe fits in that description. It's perfectly fine for a character to fit into more than just one type. Oh, and try and keep them as mainstream as possible - I have a wide variety of students, the only common factor being they're 18 and older.
I'll add the first post to give you an idea what I mean and I'd appreciate if you could follow that particular format for your answers.
Really appreciate it :)
Jon
The List
1 Analyst: Can explain anything rationally. Ex: Mr. Spock
2 Anti-hero: A main character who is characterized by a lack of traditional heroic qualities, such as idealism or courage , but still ends up doing good. Ex: Wolverine
3 Benefactor: Has a whole lot of something s/he wants to share. Ex: Miss Havisham (Great Expectations)
4 Bully: Has no tolerance for weakness, especially in himself, but could also influence others.
5 Bureaucrat: Follows the rules no matter what. Ex: Hermione Granger
6 Caretaker: Cares for others.
7 Catalyst: Makes plans or ideas become reality, makes things happen.
8 Child: Could be a literal child or just living like one. Ex: Peter Pan
9 Coward: Afraid of everything, controlled by fear. Ex: Cowardly Lion (The Wizard of Oz)
10 Curmudgeon: Irritable and cynical and proud of it. Ex: Ebenezer Scrooge (A Christmas Carol)
11 Damsel in distress: The young lady who needs to be rescued (usually by the hero)
12 Dreamer: Longs to be something he isn’t. Ex: Annie (the musical, Annie)
13 Elder/Mentor/Teacher/Parent: Been around long enough to know some vital information. Ex: Ben Kenobi (Star Wars movies), Mufassa (The Lion King),
14 Explorer/Wanderer: Wants to see the world—could be running from something.
15 Extraordinary man: The guy who can do anything. Ex: Indiana Jones, James Bond
16 Femme fatale: A woman who exercises a great (and often destructive) power over men.
17 Fugitive/Hunted man: Character on the run, either from the law or from their past.
18 Gossip: Must be the first to know everything and the one to pass it on. Ex: Rachel Lynde (the novel Anne of Green Gables)
19 Guardian: Protects the weak.
20 Hedonist/Thrill-seeker: Lives for today in case (or, as if) tomorrow never comes.
21 Herald/Messenger: The bringer of news, good, bad, or necessary. Ex: Hermes in Greek mythology
22 Hermit/Loner: Just wants to be left alone. Ex: Phil (the satyr in Disney’s Hercules), Martin Riggs (Lethal Weapon)
23 Hero/Heroine: Usually recognized in a work of literature as someone with great courage and strength (although that's not always the case). The hero may risk or sacrifice his or her life for the greater good.
24 Hunter/Predator: Can catch or kill anything. Ex: Arnold Schwarzenegger's character, The Terminator
25 Innocent: An inexperienced individual exposed to the evils in the world. Ex: Dorothy Gale (The Wizard of Oz)
26 Introvert: Lives inside his shell to prevent anyone from seeing the real him/her. Ex: Gabriella Montez (High School Musical)
27 Investigator: Thrives on puzzles and riddles. Ex: Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes
28 Judge/Mediator: The arbitrator or peacemaker in a conflict.
29 Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow. Ex: William Wallace (Braveheart)
30 Magician/Wizard/Superpowers: Has special powers or abilities. Ex: Superman, Harry Potter
31 Manipulator: Plays with people and situations to get what s/he wants. Ex: Scarlett O’Hara (Gone With The Wind)
32 Martyr: Willing to suffer or die for others or a cause.
33 Masochist: Finds pleasure in torturing himself, denying himself.
34 Masquerader: Pretends to be something he is not.
35 Monster: A depraved beast. Ex: Gollum (The Lord of the Rings trilogy), Grendel (Beowulf)
36 Ordinary Man: Your average Joe, just like you or me. Ex: Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit).
37 Outcast: S/he has been cast out of society or has left it on a voluntary basis. The outcast figure can often times also be considered as a Christ figure (involving the idea of sacrifice, possibly self-sacrifice). Ex: Piggy (William Golding's The Lord of the Flies)
38 Penitent: Lives to atone for his/her sin(s). Ex: Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)
39 Perfectionist: Every action and word must be flawless.
40 Pessimist: Habitually sees or anticipates the worst or is disposed to be gloomy. Ex: Marvin the Paranoid Android (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
41 Pleaser/Show-off: Craves approval from anyone and may do anything to get it.
42 Poet: Life is art, be that through story or song or art or sculpture.
Rebel/Revolutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause. Ex: Robin Hood
43 Rogue: Looks out for himself and no one else. Ex: Han Solo (the Star Wars movies)
44 Saboteur/Traitor: For whatever reason, he will make sure something fails. Ex: Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)
45 Samaritan: Does good deeds wherever he goes.
46 Scapegoat: The scapegoat figure is the one who gets blamed for everything, regardless of whether he or she is actually at fault. Example: Snowball (George Orwell's Animal Farm)
47 Scholar: Wants to learn or is already very learned.
48 Sensualist: Addicted to feeling good about himself.
49 Shrew: This is that nagging, bothersome wife always battering her husband with verbal abuse. Ex: Mrs Joe Gargary (Great Expectations)
50 Slave: Does not belong to himself. Ex: Jim (Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
51 Star-crossed lovers: This is the young couple joined by love but unexpectedly parted by fate. Ex: Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet)
52 Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.
53 Sycophant: Self-seeking, flatterer, who works to please those in power. Ex: Smee (Peter Pan)
54 Temptress: Uses power (intellect, magic, beauty) to make others weak. Ex: Megara (Disney’s Hercules)
55 Thief: Takes what he wants or needs. Ex: Philippe Gaston aka “The Mouse” (the movie LadyHawke)
56 Trickster/Jester (sometimes known as “comic relief” if found in a very serious source) : Always looking for the humour in a situation. Ex: Fred and George Weasley (the Harry Potter series)
57 Tyrant: Must be in control at all times. Ex: Captain Hook (Peter Pan)
58 Victim: Was hurt by someone or lives in fear that someone will hurt him. Ex: Clarice “Precious” Jones (the novel Push, and its movie adaption Precious)
59 Villain: Seeks to destroy/trap the hero. Ex: Evil Queen in Snow White
60 Waif: Appears innocent and weak and often relies on the pity of others. Ex: The Kid (the movie Dick Tracy)
61 Womanizer: A man whom no lady can resist. Ex. Giacomo Casanova (Italian adventurer b.1725, d.1798) and Don Juan (from numerous poems and operas) both lend their names to this archetype.
Love At Fur-st Sight
Posted 12 years agoTonight I witnessed love at first sight in the classroom!
After the first half of the lesson with my adult learners, some of us went to get something to drink. Upon my return there's an air of mystery and mischief. A cat from the school premises had come inside, and needless to say, worked her charm on my students to make them provide some good grub. She got a heck of a lot of cuddles too! But at one point she zeroed in on a particular student and slept in her lap for a nice half an hour.
The two went home together :) Hopefully kitty has a new forever home!
After the first half of the lesson with my adult learners, some of us went to get something to drink. Upon my return there's an air of mystery and mischief. A cat from the school premises had come inside, and needless to say, worked her charm on my students to make them provide some good grub. She got a heck of a lot of cuddles too! But at one point she zeroed in on a particular student and slept in her lap for a nice half an hour.
The two went home together :) Hopefully kitty has a new forever home!
Valentine's, Not Quite
Posted 13 years agoI kept waitin' on a reason
in a call that never came.
No I never, saw it comin'
Somethin' in you,
must have changed.
All the words unspoken,
promises broken.
I cried for so long.
Wasted too much time,
should have seen the signs.
Now I know, just what went wrong.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
All the nights we spent just talkin'
of the things we wanted out of life (out of life).
Makin' plans and dreams together,
I wish I'd seen I was just too blind.
My heart was open,
exposed and hopin'
for you, to put it on the line.
But in the end, it seemed,
there was no room for me.
Still I tried, to change your mind.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
Ohhh, I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
I don't you,
I don't need you anymore.
-Wanted You More, by Lady Antebellum
in a call that never came.
No I never, saw it comin'
Somethin' in you,
must have changed.
All the words unspoken,
promises broken.
I cried for so long.
Wasted too much time,
should have seen the signs.
Now I know, just what went wrong.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
All the nights we spent just talkin'
of the things we wanted out of life (out of life).
Makin' plans and dreams together,
I wish I'd seen I was just too blind.
My heart was open,
exposed and hopin'
for you, to put it on the line.
But in the end, it seemed,
there was no room for me.
Still I tried, to change your mind.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
Ohhh, I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore.
I guess I wanted you more,
and lookin' back now I'm sure,
I wanted you more.
I guess I wanted you more.
I don't you,
I don't need you anymore.
-Wanted You More, by Lady Antebellum
Almost There
Posted 14 years agoHave you ever wanted something so badly, for so long that you finally get so close to it you can almost feel it in your hands and yet it also feels unreal? Surely your dreams can't come true, not big dreams like this!
I'm so used to shit happening that when things do go my way, I keep expecting something bad to happen and take it all away. This year I managed to buy my apartment after a long 3 years of failed attempts and subsequent renting, which was expensive and quite futile since now I have nothing to show for it. But yeah, here I am … in my own apartment. It was not easy, and the payments are a bit tough but hot damn, I did it.
And now, in 3 days' time, the last big piece of the puzzle of my life falls into place and something even bigger will happen: one of my best friends moves in with me, but not only that. He's also moving to my country. Gon's been one of the most important people in my life for the past 6 years now, and it's no secret that I care about him a lot. I can't help myself when faced with such a wonderful person! Here's hoping things go well for us, tiggy. Here's hoping we can finally turn things around right round and get you a good job you can love and the opportunity to study like you've always wanted! *Nuzzles*
I'm so used to shit happening that when things do go my way, I keep expecting something bad to happen and take it all away. This year I managed to buy my apartment after a long 3 years of failed attempts and subsequent renting, which was expensive and quite futile since now I have nothing to show for it. But yeah, here I am … in my own apartment. It was not easy, and the payments are a bit tough but hot damn, I did it.
And now, in 3 days' time, the last big piece of the puzzle of my life falls into place and something even bigger will happen: one of my best friends moves in with me, but not only that. He's also moving to my country. Gon's been one of the most important people in my life for the past 6 years now, and it's no secret that I care about him a lot. I can't help myself when faced with such a wonderful person! Here's hoping things go well for us, tiggy. Here's hoping we can finally turn things around right round and get you a good job you can love and the opportunity to study like you've always wanted! *Nuzzles*
Interior Design Ideas
Posted 14 years agoHello furries,
it's been a while since my last journal. You didn't miss out much, aside from me being ill with one thing or another throughout the entire winter, re-homing my dog because we were not getting on well at all, money being insanely tight and ...
Three weeks spent with my favourite tiger starting last July 13 ... Yes, let's spend some time on this bit, eh? Murrr ...
And I lucked out even more. I finally managed to start the process of buying my own apartment. A friend of mine bought a larger place and helped me purchase his previous one. So yay, no more rent! I started moving my possessions in yesterday so that I can vacate the rent apartment before next month. I do have a question or two for those of you who are creative when it comes to interior decoration. I really want to do a good job with this. It'll be my first proper home, and if all goes well, it'll be mine and the tiger's ...
I have some ideas which I'd like to run by people more professional than I xD Make yourselves heard!
Jon
it's been a while since my last journal. You didn't miss out much, aside from me being ill with one thing or another throughout the entire winter, re-homing my dog because we were not getting on well at all, money being insanely tight and ...
Three weeks spent with my favourite tiger starting last July 13 ... Yes, let's spend some time on this bit, eh? Murrr ...
And I lucked out even more. I finally managed to start the process of buying my own apartment. A friend of mine bought a larger place and helped me purchase his previous one. So yay, no more rent! I started moving my possessions in yesterday so that I can vacate the rent apartment before next month. I do have a question or two for those of you who are creative when it comes to interior decoration. I really want to do a good job with this. It'll be my first proper home, and if all goes well, it'll be mine and the tiger's ...
I have some ideas which I'd like to run by people more professional than I xD Make yourselves heard!
Jon
Happy Birthday Tiggy
Posted 15 years ago“Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the whole picture beautiful and unique.”
If ever there was someone who's weaved so much gold in my life, it is you. I've known you for five years, and you've been by my side through thick and thin. We're talking really thin, anorexic thin. As well as fat-of-the-land-glory-glory-hallelujah! thick. And some of those incredibly good times were directly because of you.
Happy birthday, kitten. The day you were born was the day this world became a nicer place. Not because it's an easier life now, because Lord knows both of us are aware of how it is not. But because there is one more person who shines amongst it all. Whatever else life throws at you, keep in mind that you are better than all that, and also, you are not alone. Oh, and you're as hot as hell, so the world's sexy quotient says thank you. Along with quite a few of us pervy furs who get blissfully lost in naughty thoughts of you.
Don't look at me that way. You know it's true. And I can supply you a list any time you want.
You. Are. Awesome.
Now go wish
shadowtygor a very happy birthday, all you lazybones! Tell him how glad you are to have met him :)
PS. He is still accepting commissions (more info at http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1625379/) so why not give him a nice birthday pressie, AND get yourself excellent, reasonably-priced art? Do eet =D
If ever there was someone who's weaved so much gold in my life, it is you. I've known you for five years, and you've been by my side through thick and thin. We're talking really thin, anorexic thin. As well as fat-of-the-land-glory-glory-hallelujah! thick. And some of those incredibly good times were directly because of you.
Happy birthday, kitten. The day you were born was the day this world became a nicer place. Not because it's an easier life now, because Lord knows both of us are aware of how it is not. But because there is one more person who shines amongst it all. Whatever else life throws at you, keep in mind that you are better than all that, and also, you are not alone. Oh, and you're as hot as hell, so the world's sexy quotient says thank you. Along with quite a few of us pervy furs who get blissfully lost in naughty thoughts of you.
Don't look at me that way. You know it's true. And I can supply you a list any time you want.
You. Are. Awesome.
Now go wish
shadowtygor a very happy birthday, all you lazybones! Tell him how glad you are to have met him :)PS. He is still accepting commissions (more info at http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1625379/) so why not give him a nice birthday pressie, AND get yourself excellent, reasonably-priced art? Do eet =D
Commission A Friend In Need
Posted 15 years agoHello gentlefurs,
I would appreciate it if anyone thinking of commissioning an artist would give my friend Gon aka ShadowTygor, a thought. With his laptop on the verge of giving up, he really needs this, so I am helping him advertise. More info can be found at
but here are those rules taken directly from his journal for any of you who prefer the more direct approach.
- No scat, vore, extreme violence, etc.
- Send me a note with subject 'Gon Notebook Fund' including a detailed description of what you want, with reference links, if you can.
- Payment is due in 'full', through PayPal after a rough sketch is done, and you agree to it.
What you get:
- $10 USD sketch - clean sketch or rough lineart; single character; no background.
- $20 USD flat color sketch - same as above, but with simple coloring.
No 'full color shaded' commission slots will be open at this moment.
And examples of what you can get are like so:
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2945128/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2975297/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2982936/
I thank you for your time, and would really be grateful if you could spread the word around. HUGS!
Jon
I would appreciate it if anyone thinking of commissioning an artist would give my friend Gon aka ShadowTygor, a thought. With his laptop on the verge of giving up, he really needs this, so I am helping him advertise. More info can be found at
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1625379/but here are those rules taken directly from his journal for any of you who prefer the more direct approach.
- No scat, vore, extreme violence, etc.
- Send me a note with subject 'Gon Notebook Fund' including a detailed description of what you want, with reference links, if you can.
- Payment is due in 'full', through PayPal after a rough sketch is done, and you agree to it.
What you get:
- $10 USD sketch - clean sketch or rough lineart; single character; no background.
- $20 USD flat color sketch - same as above, but with simple coloring.
No 'full color shaded' commission slots will be open at this moment.
And examples of what you can get are like so:
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2945128/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2975297/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2982936/
I thank you for your time, and would really be grateful if you could spread the word around. HUGS!
Jon
Uncle Jon
Posted 15 years agoLast Saturday, my sister gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, making me a happy uncle! Both are doing well as it was a straightforward C-section, which can be quite hard on the mummy, but my sister said it was just like falling asleep and waking up to find her son next to her hehe. Wow ... it's been a few days now but I still can't believe she's a mother! He looks like a well-tempered kid, because he's always reacted well to visitors - let's hope it's a good sign for the future :)
We've had a devil of a time trying to find a name, because he arrived 4 weeks early, so he caught my sister and her boyfriend (yep, she's not married, and my mother is very sore about that point, but I'm not letting her negativity ruin the birth of what could be my only nephew; I'm gay, my brother is gay, and my other brother doesn't particularly care for kids) off guard. They knew they wanted a name that was not common, so they though Kieran or Sheldon. Since one of my sister's friends used up Kieran, she was stuck with Sheldon ... the name I hate most in this world! It's the name of the spoilt brat who for 3 years was my neighbour in Qormi, with him and his family making my life a living hell, as some of you already know since I bitched about it so much! I actually told my sister so, but explained in all honesty that if she liked it, it was fine, but that it's not as uncommon as she believes. We have at least 3 Sheldon's in my school. So I helped her research other options. Luckily for me, two days later her boyfriend, Pedro, learned that there's a female Sheldon near where they live. Can you believe it? A female Sheldon. Some parents are SO cruel. Anyway, that cooled them off the name, so I was relieved. Right now they're hoovering over Alden, which means either "wise old friend" or "defender", depending which of its origins you look at. I told her to consider the meaning of the name because it's nice to have something to live up to, and also, I think the kid should get a decent answer when he eventually asks why his name was chosen :P I don't fancy her having to tell him, "Cos you were were born early and we panicked!" lol.
She asked me to be Probably-Alden's godfather, and I think I'll accept. Again, in the spirit of honesty, I told her that she has to consider that I will never be married and have kids, so if anything happens to her and Pedro, Probably-Alden won't have any cousins to grow up with. She said it doesn't matter, and when I said if she asked my brothers, she had not since the youngest was not all that keen (and I could see it's true ... I think he's being supportive only cos he has to), and my other brother is just a bit too scatter-brained. My sister and I have always clicked more together than with the others, anyway. It's kinda funny too, cos we're both tanned and take more after my mum, whereas the other two take after my father. Our bickering was usually Daniela and I against Billy and David :P
She leaves the hospital some time today, and that's all I know hehe. We'll see how this goes, but it's been a heck of a few days. Amazing how one thing can totally change your perception of yourself and others!
(Uncle) Jon
We've had a devil of a time trying to find a name, because he arrived 4 weeks early, so he caught my sister and her boyfriend (yep, she's not married, and my mother is very sore about that point, but I'm not letting her negativity ruin the birth of what could be my only nephew; I'm gay, my brother is gay, and my other brother doesn't particularly care for kids) off guard. They knew they wanted a name that was not common, so they though Kieran or Sheldon. Since one of my sister's friends used up Kieran, she was stuck with Sheldon ... the name I hate most in this world! It's the name of the spoilt brat who for 3 years was my neighbour in Qormi, with him and his family making my life a living hell, as some of you already know since I bitched about it so much! I actually told my sister so, but explained in all honesty that if she liked it, it was fine, but that it's not as uncommon as she believes. We have at least 3 Sheldon's in my school. So I helped her research other options. Luckily for me, two days later her boyfriend, Pedro, learned that there's a female Sheldon near where they live. Can you believe it? A female Sheldon. Some parents are SO cruel. Anyway, that cooled them off the name, so I was relieved. Right now they're hoovering over Alden, which means either "wise old friend" or "defender", depending which of its origins you look at. I told her to consider the meaning of the name because it's nice to have something to live up to, and also, I think the kid should get a decent answer when he eventually asks why his name was chosen :P I don't fancy her having to tell him, "Cos you were were born early and we panicked!" lol.
She asked me to be Probably-Alden's godfather, and I think I'll accept. Again, in the spirit of honesty, I told her that she has to consider that I will never be married and have kids, so if anything happens to her and Pedro, Probably-Alden won't have any cousins to grow up with. She said it doesn't matter, and when I said if she asked my brothers, she had not since the youngest was not all that keen (and I could see it's true ... I think he's being supportive only cos he has to), and my other brother is just a bit too scatter-brained. My sister and I have always clicked more together than with the others, anyway. It's kinda funny too, cos we're both tanned and take more after my mum, whereas the other two take after my father. Our bickering was usually Daniela and I against Billy and David :P
She leaves the hospital some time today, and that's all I know hehe. We'll see how this goes, but it's been a heck of a few days. Amazing how one thing can totally change your perception of yourself and others!
(Uncle) Jon
T'was the Night Before X-Mas (Adult, alternate version)
Posted 16 years agoI'm not much for Christmas cheer and all that, especially since this year I'm as sick as a dog. However, I found this in my email today and figured it's a good laugh. To all of you who don't like Christmas much, here's hoping you can have a chuckle.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat.
The kids were both gone and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner and Momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
And tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver half out of the sled,
A jock in his ear and a bra on his head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was high as a kite,
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Whoa Shithead! Whoa Asshole! Whoa Stupid! Whoa Putz!
Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post and don't hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and puked on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a splatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.
I was donning my jockies to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum but he smelled like a whore.
"That was some brothel," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, so I'll just stay awhile".
He walked to the kitchen for himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee!!!
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
The kiddie toys were all gone, but he had adult stuff in his pack.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun - a penis that spits.
A box of neon condoms was Santa's next find,
And six pair of panties, the edible kind.
A bra with nipple cutouts, a penis extension,
And several more things I shouldn't even mention.
A cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
And a dildo so long that it lay in a coil.
"This stuff ain't for kids and Mrs. Santa will shit,
So I'll leave 'em all here and then I'll just split."
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With a medium-sized butt plug sticking outta his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated and took reigns of his hitch,
Saying, "Take me home, Rudolph. This night's been a bitch!"
'Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat.
The kids were both gone and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner and Momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
And tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver half out of the sled,
A jock in his ear and a bra on his head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was high as a kite,
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Whoa Shithead! Whoa Asshole! Whoa Stupid! Whoa Putz!
Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post and don't hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and puked on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a splatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.
I was donning my jockies to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum but he smelled like a whore.
"That was some brothel," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, so I'll just stay awhile".
He walked to the kitchen for himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee!!!
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
The kiddie toys were all gone, but he had adult stuff in his pack.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun - a penis that spits.
A box of neon condoms was Santa's next find,
And six pair of panties, the edible kind.
A bra with nipple cutouts, a penis extension,
And several more things I shouldn't even mention.
A cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
And a dildo so long that it lay in a coil.
"This stuff ain't for kids and Mrs. Santa will shit,
So I'll leave 'em all here and then I'll just split."
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With a medium-sized butt plug sticking outta his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated and took reigns of his hitch,
Saying, "Take me home, Rudolph. This night's been a bitch!"
Sometimes You Have Such High Expectations Of People …
Posted 16 years ago… and on rare occasions they exceed them.
Little over 24 hours ago, I was at the airport saying goodbye to my dear friend Gon, aka tygorgrinnem, who was here for a week. I have known him online for 4 or 5 years, and always considered him a great friend, but to meet him in person and have that proven true is a wonderful feeling because the person you envisage online is not necessarily as good as the person in the flesh most of the time.
It was a sad coincidence that the day before Gon was due to arrive one of my best friends passed away, and the day after his arrival, Fred and I had to go to the funeral. Gon was very supportive all the while, and for this I am very grateful. This is just part of his charm, because he is also incredibly sweet, caring and fun to be with. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also very easy on the eyes :P
Tiggy, you’re a terrific person, and I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I’m sorry that there were hiccups all throughout your stay, but we made the best of what we had :)
Little over 24 hours ago, I was at the airport saying goodbye to my dear friend Gon, aka tygorgrinnem, who was here for a week. I have known him online for 4 or 5 years, and always considered him a great friend, but to meet him in person and have that proven true is a wonderful feeling because the person you envisage online is not necessarily as good as the person in the flesh most of the time.
It was a sad coincidence that the day before Gon was due to arrive one of my best friends passed away, and the day after his arrival, Fred and I had to go to the funeral. Gon was very supportive all the while, and for this I am very grateful. This is just part of his charm, because he is also incredibly sweet, caring and fun to be with. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also very easy on the eyes :P
Tiggy, you’re a terrific person, and I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I’m sorry that there were hiccups all throughout your stay, but we made the best of what we had :)
She's Gone ...
Posted 16 years ago"A 24-year-old woman from Zabbar - Tamara Psaila, lost her life this morning after losing consciousness in the water when taking part in a charity dive.
The dive was organised by the Atlam Subaqua Club in Qawra. Ms Psaila was rushed to hospital by ambulance but died following a medical intervention.
This was the 11th time that the activity, which was collecting funds for the Dar tal-Providenza was organised. The event was stopped after the woman was taken to hospital and people who had already gave their contribution were offered reimbursement.
In a statement, Atlam said that the dives were manned by qualified instructors and accompanied by qualified divers.
Participants completed a medical questionnaire and any medical matters that required further clarification were addressed to the medical team made up of three practitioners and a nurse.
By 11.30 a.m., 75 persons had dived. The participant brought up from the water unconscious had been doing a taster dive. Efforts were made to revive her and the ambulance was called.
Atlam Sub Aqua Club expressed its solidarity with all family members."
That 24 year old is one of my best friends, Tamara, or floydianwings as she is known on DA, and she's gone. We never got to say goodbye, or tell her one last time how much we love her.
A phone call in the middle of the afternoon. My jokester friend tells me there is no easy way to say it: Tamara is dead. My heart stops but my mind urges me to tell him to stop joking like that cos it's not funny. But I know that he would never joke like that about someone so special. I know that the world will never be the same again because I can feel it crack like damaged glass. It's so surreal, thinking that she's not with us anymore ... I can't take it.
I cried and I cried. Then I ran to the hospital to see Chris who had called me because he is there. He cannot believe it either so he wants to see her. I said I'd go with him, but I don't want to see her like that. Someone so caring and warm shouldn't be on a cold metallic slab. But maybe like Chris I need to see with my own eyes. Even if I then pluck them out, at least I can believe. But they won't let me in because I don't work there and Chris does. Orders of the police.
It's a few hours later and I am still a mess, but I keep telling myself that she had a hard life yet she was always smiling and caring for others, so the best way to honour her memory is to take up her example and focus on the good nine years we shared. But my mind keeps telling me that each of these good times is in the past, and it hurts so bad ... Then, one of my friends posts her DA account link and I visit it for the first time in over a year. My eye is drawn to one photo in her gallery, besides the one of herself, which breaks up another piece of my heart. But nothing prepares me for this http://floydianwings.deviantart.com.....lands-57797730
That is me in the photo. As she said in her description, she never asked my permission to upload it. Furthermore, I remember that say but not her taking my photo. I am stunned ... She did a nice job, and I never got to tell her that. My heart's dying, and I wish it would just croak for good because I am already so tired of this pain. God how we miss her...
The dive was organised by the Atlam Subaqua Club in Qawra. Ms Psaila was rushed to hospital by ambulance but died following a medical intervention.
This was the 11th time that the activity, which was collecting funds for the Dar tal-Providenza was organised. The event was stopped after the woman was taken to hospital and people who had already gave their contribution were offered reimbursement.
In a statement, Atlam said that the dives were manned by qualified instructors and accompanied by qualified divers.
Participants completed a medical questionnaire and any medical matters that required further clarification were addressed to the medical team made up of three practitioners and a nurse.
By 11.30 a.m., 75 persons had dived. The participant brought up from the water unconscious had been doing a taster dive. Efforts were made to revive her and the ambulance was called.
Atlam Sub Aqua Club expressed its solidarity with all family members."
That 24 year old is one of my best friends, Tamara, or floydianwings as she is known on DA, and she's gone. We never got to say goodbye, or tell her one last time how much we love her.
A phone call in the middle of the afternoon. My jokester friend tells me there is no easy way to say it: Tamara is dead. My heart stops but my mind urges me to tell him to stop joking like that cos it's not funny. But I know that he would never joke like that about someone so special. I know that the world will never be the same again because I can feel it crack like damaged glass. It's so surreal, thinking that she's not with us anymore ... I can't take it.
I cried and I cried. Then I ran to the hospital to see Chris who had called me because he is there. He cannot believe it either so he wants to see her. I said I'd go with him, but I don't want to see her like that. Someone so caring and warm shouldn't be on a cold metallic slab. But maybe like Chris I need to see with my own eyes. Even if I then pluck them out, at least I can believe. But they won't let me in because I don't work there and Chris does. Orders of the police.
It's a few hours later and I am still a mess, but I keep telling myself that she had a hard life yet she was always smiling and caring for others, so the best way to honour her memory is to take up her example and focus on the good nine years we shared. But my mind keeps telling me that each of these good times is in the past, and it hurts so bad ... Then, one of my friends posts her DA account link and I visit it for the first time in over a year. My eye is drawn to one photo in her gallery, besides the one of herself, which breaks up another piece of my heart. But nothing prepares me for this http://floydianwings.deviantart.com.....lands-57797730
That is me in the photo. As she said in her description, she never asked my permission to upload it. Furthermore, I remember that say but not her taking my photo. I am stunned ... She did a nice job, and I never got to tell her that. My heart's dying, and I wish it would just croak for good because I am already so tired of this pain. God how we miss her...
In Less Than Three Days
Posted 16 years ago... I get to meet one of my bestest online friends who'll be staying here for a week - JOY!!
I wish our two other friends could've made it too though ;-; You know who you are. We'll be thinking about you!
Less than three days! JOY JOY JOY!
I wish our two other friends could've made it too though ;-; You know who you are. We'll be thinking about you!
Less than three days! JOY JOY JOY!
It Would've Been Five Years
Posted 17 years agoIt's 23:43 as I write this. Tomorrow would have been Fred and my 5th anniversary if we hadn't broken up last September. To say that I haven't been at least mildly dreading this day is an outright lie; I've definitely been uneasy about it, and it just turned out I had reason to be.
First things first: I was meant to be out of his house and back at mum's a few weeks ago, but the school play I am directing on the 12th December (Fred's birthday incidentally) is taking my life over, as I'm not finding the help I need. Because of all this stress, yesterday I was in afterschool rehearsal with some 20 kids and forgot my briefcase in the staffroom, which was locked up. I had my keys and mobile phone in there. So when around 5pm, after a very long week, I am done with the kids, I have no option but go to mum's. I phone Fred and check when he will be back to his place after work. Turns out he's on his way, so he offers to pick me up. Very civil of him.
Forward to today. From 10am till 6:30pm, just me and two students, working with wood all day to build parts of the set. It was energy-sucking to the max. So when I get back here (Fred left his key in the mailbox, to which I had a key), I am tired to the point of vegetating in front of the TV, watching The E! True Hollywood Story of the Hilton Sisters of all things ... I then drag myself to what will be my room for just a little while longer when Fred comes back from his night out. He walks straight to me, and I do mean straight to me cos he gives me no space. He's smiling and asks, "Do you remember what date it is today?"
Shit.
"Yes ... So? You look like you're expecting something," I say and I laugh nervously. More out of politeness after yesterday than anything else. "Just a hug", he says. So I get up and hug him loosely, to get it over with. "And a kiss". Same ... get it over with. He hugs me again. Then he goes to his room. When he had changed into his robe, he came back and basically said that he was willing to fix things with me if I wanted to. Something he's done every couple of weeks, interspaced with cold shoulders or periods of anger towards me. The short version is that I said no, cos I do not believe we can go back to relationship, and I repeated a few things I've already told him before. Chief amongst these was that I had been telling him for two years that I was unhappy, and he did nothing about it except get mad at me, as if I were deliberately ruining his good times. Anyway, he asks "What do you want from me?" and I think for a second then say "More patience with me until I move out of your way". And from this he says something that makes me feel like he's back to wanting me out of here, if I really will not try to patch things up. But then he confuses me again by saying again that if I want to, I can go sleep in his (once "our") bed for tonight. (He had said this earlier, when I explained how gruelling my day was, as explained earlier. He said, "So you need a good long rest. If you want, you can sleep next to me". And that's where I said I no longer feel that is my place and it all got complex again) So now, if the past 3 months have been any indication, which they have, and he is to follow his own pattern, I am now in for a few days of resentment.
I. Want. Out.
First things first: I was meant to be out of his house and back at mum's a few weeks ago, but the school play I am directing on the 12th December (Fred's birthday incidentally) is taking my life over, as I'm not finding the help I need. Because of all this stress, yesterday I was in afterschool rehearsal with some 20 kids and forgot my briefcase in the staffroom, which was locked up. I had my keys and mobile phone in there. So when around 5pm, after a very long week, I am done with the kids, I have no option but go to mum's. I phone Fred and check when he will be back to his place after work. Turns out he's on his way, so he offers to pick me up. Very civil of him.
Forward to today. From 10am till 6:30pm, just me and two students, working with wood all day to build parts of the set. It was energy-sucking to the max. So when I get back here (Fred left his key in the mailbox, to which I had a key), I am tired to the point of vegetating in front of the TV, watching The E! True Hollywood Story of the Hilton Sisters of all things ... I then drag myself to what will be my room for just a little while longer when Fred comes back from his night out. He walks straight to me, and I do mean straight to me cos he gives me no space. He's smiling and asks, "Do you remember what date it is today?"
Shit.
"Yes ... So? You look like you're expecting something," I say and I laugh nervously. More out of politeness after yesterday than anything else. "Just a hug", he says. So I get up and hug him loosely, to get it over with. "And a kiss". Same ... get it over with. He hugs me again. Then he goes to his room. When he had changed into his robe, he came back and basically said that he was willing to fix things with me if I wanted to. Something he's done every couple of weeks, interspaced with cold shoulders or periods of anger towards me. The short version is that I said no, cos I do not believe we can go back to relationship, and I repeated a few things I've already told him before. Chief amongst these was that I had been telling him for two years that I was unhappy, and he did nothing about it except get mad at me, as if I were deliberately ruining his good times. Anyway, he asks "What do you want from me?" and I think for a second then say "More patience with me until I move out of your way". And from this he says something that makes me feel like he's back to wanting me out of here, if I really will not try to patch things up. But then he confuses me again by saying again that if I want to, I can go sleep in his (once "our") bed for tonight. (He had said this earlier, when I explained how gruelling my day was, as explained earlier. He said, "So you need a good long rest. If you want, you can sleep next to me". And that's where I said I no longer feel that is my place and it all got complex again) So now, if the past 3 months have been any indication, which they have, and he is to follow his own pattern, I am now in for a few days of resentment.
I. Want. Out.
So Much For Happily Ever After (1)
Posted 17 years agoI'm going to keep this fairly brief for the time being and I'll post more details later when I have the energy for it.
My partner of four years and eight months and I split little more than 24 hours ago. Our relationship has not be serene for a long time. Those of you who read my previous journals know that. Having seen this coming, I'm not as upset as I would've have been if it were something sudden. The fact is that or the past two, two and a half years, I've felt like I place second in his life, since the house he bought halfway through our relationship is more important to him than me. Anyone who says or is thinking of saying that this is an exaggeration is not aware that upon finding out that I dislike the house so intensely (please not that I never interfered in his purchase; it's his money and I know better than say anything) he told me that if I'm not "part of [his] vision" then I could very well pack and go back to my mother's.
I couldn't do this since to go live with him in the first place I had a bad falling out with mum, who strongly disapproved of this move (and will soon have a nice 'I told you so' for me ... oh the anticipation). No one should say this to their significant other, because doing so means they're not so significant to you. I should have called it a day then, but I loved him and was hopeful it would work out.
As you have guessed on your own, it did not work out and I am really tired of trying to make this work on my own and not only not getting thanks for it, but still being considered an nuisance. After more than two years of trying to save this relationship, I quit. My partner suggested a breakup again this morning, for the nth time in our relationship, and this time I quietly said 'Ok'.
This is the tip of the iceberg of the story of what happened, but I'm too drained to tell it now. I don't know when I will, if I will, fill in the other details because I am mad and full of resentment. He knew how I've always felt so deeply about my father abandoning us when we did nothing wrong, now he took something that was once so incredibly beautiful and he did the same to me ... I know I shouldn't be thinking this, but I cannot help but feel that twice, now, I've given someone all my best, and it wasn't enough to stop them from crumpling me like a wasted sheet of printer paper and throwing me into the paperbasket.
I'm faced with the further issue of finding somewhere else to live. This is why I have posted this. I want all my online friends to understand why I'm not going to be myself for a while. In a way I know I won't really by myself ever again, because in nearly five years with someone, your identity merges a bit with theirs. Once they're gone for one reason or another, it's like having a part of you amputated and you need to recreate your identity all over. So bear with me ... I know you will.
My partner of four years and eight months and I split little more than 24 hours ago. Our relationship has not be serene for a long time. Those of you who read my previous journals know that. Having seen this coming, I'm not as upset as I would've have been if it were something sudden. The fact is that or the past two, two and a half years, I've felt like I place second in his life, since the house he bought halfway through our relationship is more important to him than me. Anyone who says or is thinking of saying that this is an exaggeration is not aware that upon finding out that I dislike the house so intensely (please not that I never interfered in his purchase; it's his money and I know better than say anything) he told me that if I'm not "part of [his] vision" then I could very well pack and go back to my mother's.
I couldn't do this since to go live with him in the first place I had a bad falling out with mum, who strongly disapproved of this move (and will soon have a nice 'I told you so' for me ... oh the anticipation). No one should say this to their significant other, because doing so means they're not so significant to you. I should have called it a day then, but I loved him and was hopeful it would work out.
As you have guessed on your own, it did not work out and I am really tired of trying to make this work on my own and not only not getting thanks for it, but still being considered an nuisance. After more than two years of trying to save this relationship, I quit. My partner suggested a breakup again this morning, for the nth time in our relationship, and this time I quietly said 'Ok'.
This is the tip of the iceberg of the story of what happened, but I'm too drained to tell it now. I don't know when I will, if I will, fill in the other details because I am mad and full of resentment. He knew how I've always felt so deeply about my father abandoning us when we did nothing wrong, now he took something that was once so incredibly beautiful and he did the same to me ... I know I shouldn't be thinking this, but I cannot help but feel that twice, now, I've given someone all my best, and it wasn't enough to stop them from crumpling me like a wasted sheet of printer paper and throwing me into the paperbasket.
I'm faced with the further issue of finding somewhere else to live. This is why I have posted this. I want all my online friends to understand why I'm not going to be myself for a while. In a way I know I won't really by myself ever again, because in nearly five years with someone, your identity merges a bit with theirs. Once they're gone for one reason or another, it's like having a part of you amputated and you need to recreate your identity all over. So bear with me ... I know you will.
Confirmation
Posted 18 years agoLast Tuesday, my subject coordinator informed me that yesterday I would be receiving a visit from the English Education Officer who was monitoring me throughout the year. First year teachers receive three visits throughout the year, so that they may get what is known as confirmation. It's a sort of 'probation' period if you will. Now I am FULLY a profession teacher, no more a student. We still get tested occasionally, but this was the big one.
I'm thrilled, but it came at a huge price because I spent from 3pm till 4:30am last Tuesday typing certain documents I neglected all across the year. I basically finished the work for almost 30 weeks worth of lessons in 12 hours! Luckily it paid off, and the officer was fully satisfied, even with the lesson he observed. The students he saw me with as usually very rowdy, even if - I admit - I do play along with them most times because they're not as mean as my other classes, but they were very well-behaved. Although they did make it a point to discreetly say how much they didn't like having this "black guy with the pretenious sunglasses even inside!" in our midst for the third time in a year ... by whispering very loudy and "accidentally" in his direction.
After that I still had 5 lessons in a row! You can imagine how exhausted I was. I slept the whole afternoon and evening, and am STILL tired! But I'm mentally relaxed because I've finished my syllabus more than a week ago and now have more than 3 weeks' worth of revision, so my students should do well in their exams unless they get lazy themselves.
I also started drawing again, along with two other teachers. My friend Alexia who teaches religion and PSD is 'taking lessons' from our friend Audrey who's an art teacher at our school. I've very pleased with myself because I have been artistically blocked for almost two years! I might upload these sketches some day. And summer is fast approaching, so I look forward to my first break in almost 6 years.
I'm thrilled, but it came at a huge price because I spent from 3pm till 4:30am last Tuesday typing certain documents I neglected all across the year. I basically finished the work for almost 30 weeks worth of lessons in 12 hours! Luckily it paid off, and the officer was fully satisfied, even with the lesson he observed. The students he saw me with as usually very rowdy, even if - I admit - I do play along with them most times because they're not as mean as my other classes, but they were very well-behaved. Although they did make it a point to discreetly say how much they didn't like having this "black guy with the pretenious sunglasses even inside!" in our midst for the third time in a year ... by whispering very loudy and "accidentally" in his direction.
After that I still had 5 lessons in a row! You can imagine how exhausted I was. I slept the whole afternoon and evening, and am STILL tired! But I'm mentally relaxed because I've finished my syllabus more than a week ago and now have more than 3 weeks' worth of revision, so my students should do well in their exams unless they get lazy themselves.
I also started drawing again, along with two other teachers. My friend Alexia who teaches religion and PSD is 'taking lessons' from our friend Audrey who's an art teacher at our school. I've very pleased with myself because I have been artistically blocked for almost two years! I might upload these sketches some day. And summer is fast approaching, so I look forward to my first break in almost 6 years.
Sadness
Posted 18 years agoOur pet tortoise died yesterday... I had gotten him for Fred along with a female one as one of the gifts for our first Valentine three years ago and we'd really grown fond of him.
The female was ill and died shortly afterwards but Greg's been with us ever since and he was always there. It's left a bit of void in me, and to be honest I'm surprised :( I love animals FIERCELY but I never thought I could feel this way about Greg. Tortoises tend to be a bit solitary but Greg was special. He'd eat out of my hands any day and well... he was special to us.
I'm not sure I want to get another pair.
The female was ill and died shortly afterwards but Greg's been with us ever since and he was always there. It's left a bit of void in me, and to be honest I'm surprised :( I love animals FIERCELY but I never thought I could feel this way about Greg. Tortoises tend to be a bit solitary but Greg was special. He'd eat out of my hands any day and well... he was special to us.
I'm not sure I want to get another pair.
Going Under - Lost story
Posted 18 years agoHello everyone. I need a favour.
I am an avid reader of yiff stories and there is one series which I am really keen on. I had found it some months ago and forgot to look again for updates. It's called Going Under and it's about a fur who hypnotises his hot, supposedly-straight polar bear roomate. I don't remember whetehr I got it here or on yiffstar and I don't have the author's name. I am going to post a part of it near the beginning, should anyone recognize it. Really appreciate any help that you may give.
-Jon
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” I pleaded.
Harry looked up from his laptop. “I said no.” The rugged looking polar bear said firmly, before returning to work.
“What, are you afraid or something?” I said. I was trying to get him to agree out of pride, to prove he wasn’t scared.
“I am not scared, Jack!” Harry grumbled. “And for the last time, no, I will not let you hypnotise me!”
I sighed and left the muscular bear to his work, heading to my room. I had been needling Harry for an hour and he had resisted my best attempts to get him to agree. It was probably best to leave him for a while before trying again.
Once in my room, I looked at myself in the mirror, shaking my head at the young grey-furred wolf staring back at me. I wasn’t particularly handsome, as wolves went, but at least I had a good body. Whenever I got the opportunity and had enough energy, I went to the gym and worked out. But my trips to the gym seemed to be getting less and less frequent as I settled into my hectic new postal job.
It was through the gym that I had met Harry, the bulky polar bear with the bulging muscles. We had become friends and when I happened to mention that I was looking for someplace to live, he said that he had been looking for a roommate to share the rent on his apartment.
Looking back, I must have been thinking with my dick when I agreed to it. I really didn’t consider how tough it was going to be for me, a young gay wolf, living with a big, handsome, beefy, and above all straight, bear like Harry. Despite the fact that I found Harry fantastically attractive, I never let him know that. He knew I was gay, sure, but I had assured him he wasn’t my type.
At the time, I think I had this fantasy in the back of my mind wherein Harry would fall madly in love with me while we were living together, realise he was gay, and we would live happily ever after.
In the time since I had moved in with him, my attraction to Harry had grown and developed into a full-on crush as I got to see just what a great guy he was - caring and considerate and friendly.
Harry made a living writing computer technical manuals, and as such worked from home, and spent a good deal of time at his laptop, typing away. The job allowed him to adopt a leisurely lifestyle, dividing his time between his writing, his social life and the gym. Keeping his physique in top shape was something of a minor obsession for Harry. He did at least a couple of hours at the gym every day. I could understand. If I had a body as incredible as his, I’d want it to stay that way.
That day was my day off and I was searching for ways to kill time. I’d already been to the gym for a few hours with Harry. I considered heading out, maybe meet some friends, do some shopping, but I realised I didn’t really feel like it.
What I really felt like doing was practising my hypnosis.
The hypnosis thing came about as the result of a comment Harry made about a year ago when I was hanging around the place with nothing to do. He had suggested that I either find myself a mate or a new hobby.
A new hobby would be so much easier to find than a mate, so that was what I went for.
But why hypnosis? I honestly don’t know. I had just been surfing the Internet one night, looking for ideas by visiting random web sites when I stumbled across one on hypnosis, I happened to start reading and it just grabbed my interest and I ended up spending some time researching hypnosis further.
I had already been practising hypnosis for months on some friends down at the leather club who had been adventurous enough to give it a try, and I had built up a lot of confidence in my abilities. It was actually quite fun, and my imagination had come up with some creative uses for the control hypnosis gave me.
I would be lying if I said wanting to practise my hypnosis on Harry didn’t carry some sexual aspect for me. The thought of having the hunky polar bear hypnotised and at my mercy was really arousing.
After some time spent watching TV in my room, I decided to try and convince Harry again.
I am an avid reader of yiff stories and there is one series which I am really keen on. I had found it some months ago and forgot to look again for updates. It's called Going Under and it's about a fur who hypnotises his hot, supposedly-straight polar bear roomate. I don't remember whetehr I got it here or on yiffstar and I don't have the author's name. I am going to post a part of it near the beginning, should anyone recognize it. Really appreciate any help that you may give.
-Jon
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” I pleaded.
Harry looked up from his laptop. “I said no.” The rugged looking polar bear said firmly, before returning to work.
“What, are you afraid or something?” I said. I was trying to get him to agree out of pride, to prove he wasn’t scared.
“I am not scared, Jack!” Harry grumbled. “And for the last time, no, I will not let you hypnotise me!”
I sighed and left the muscular bear to his work, heading to my room. I had been needling Harry for an hour and he had resisted my best attempts to get him to agree. It was probably best to leave him for a while before trying again.
Once in my room, I looked at myself in the mirror, shaking my head at the young grey-furred wolf staring back at me. I wasn’t particularly handsome, as wolves went, but at least I had a good body. Whenever I got the opportunity and had enough energy, I went to the gym and worked out. But my trips to the gym seemed to be getting less and less frequent as I settled into my hectic new postal job.
It was through the gym that I had met Harry, the bulky polar bear with the bulging muscles. We had become friends and when I happened to mention that I was looking for someplace to live, he said that he had been looking for a roommate to share the rent on his apartment.
Looking back, I must have been thinking with my dick when I agreed to it. I really didn’t consider how tough it was going to be for me, a young gay wolf, living with a big, handsome, beefy, and above all straight, bear like Harry. Despite the fact that I found Harry fantastically attractive, I never let him know that. He knew I was gay, sure, but I had assured him he wasn’t my type.
At the time, I think I had this fantasy in the back of my mind wherein Harry would fall madly in love with me while we were living together, realise he was gay, and we would live happily ever after.
In the time since I had moved in with him, my attraction to Harry had grown and developed into a full-on crush as I got to see just what a great guy he was - caring and considerate and friendly.
Harry made a living writing computer technical manuals, and as such worked from home, and spent a good deal of time at his laptop, typing away. The job allowed him to adopt a leisurely lifestyle, dividing his time between his writing, his social life and the gym. Keeping his physique in top shape was something of a minor obsession for Harry. He did at least a couple of hours at the gym every day. I could understand. If I had a body as incredible as his, I’d want it to stay that way.
That day was my day off and I was searching for ways to kill time. I’d already been to the gym for a few hours with Harry. I considered heading out, maybe meet some friends, do some shopping, but I realised I didn’t really feel like it.
What I really felt like doing was practising my hypnosis.
The hypnosis thing came about as the result of a comment Harry made about a year ago when I was hanging around the place with nothing to do. He had suggested that I either find myself a mate or a new hobby.
A new hobby would be so much easier to find than a mate, so that was what I went for.
But why hypnosis? I honestly don’t know. I had just been surfing the Internet one night, looking for ideas by visiting random web sites when I stumbled across one on hypnosis, I happened to start reading and it just grabbed my interest and I ended up spending some time researching hypnosis further.
I had already been practising hypnosis for months on some friends down at the leather club who had been adventurous enough to give it a try, and I had built up a lot of confidence in my abilities. It was actually quite fun, and my imagination had come up with some creative uses for the control hypnosis gave me.
I would be lying if I said wanting to practise my hypnosis on Harry didn’t carry some sexual aspect for me. The thought of having the hunky polar bear hypnotised and at my mercy was really arousing.
After some time spent watching TV in my room, I decided to try and convince Harry again.
Stolen off Lykanthrope
Posted 18 years agoReply to this journal and....
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal.
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal.
Sexsomniacs
Posted 19 years agoWhile looking for an interesting text to use as a comprehension exercise in a etst I'm setting my students next Monday, I landed on this little gem. Enjoy! xD
LONDON, Oct 25 (Reuters Life!) - Researchers are struggling to understand a rare medical condition where sufferers unknowingly demand, or actually have, sex while asleep, New Scientist magazine reported on Wednesday
Full article here: http://www.thestar.com.my/news/stor.....c=worldupdates
LONDON, Oct 25 (Reuters Life!) - Researchers are struggling to understand a rare medical condition where sufferers unknowingly demand, or actually have, sex while asleep, New Scientist magazine reported on Wednesday
Full article here: http://www.thestar.com.my/news/stor.....c=worldupdates
