Prayers

Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?

The most blood I've ever seen

I had just parked the car. Me and my mother were getting out as we saw a woman trying to get the attention of the neighbours. It seemed someone had just felt from a bike and crashed in the ground. At first I thought it was just an old man who had felt and was having trouble to get back up. He seemed fine... As I got closer I started to see blood, too much blood, and he was bleeding heavily from his head. Everyone just kept saying "Someone call an ambulance!" and no one did. I eventually did call an ambulance and had to wait like two minutes to talk to the emergency team. They asked me how old he was (who the fuck cares?) then they asked me if he had lost his consciense, to what I replied "no, he's fine, apart from the 2 litres of blood coming out of his head..."
They said they were coming.
There was a guy who just kept saying "ehh, that's some bad stuff you have there..." "ehhh, look at what you've done...". The old man kept bleeding. Just imagine him, two or three pools of blood and everyone staring at a safe distance of around three meters. It was about now that I tried to help him compress the wound and sit him down, but I couldn't.
Right about now, as well, I saw something that impressed me: the lady who owned the house near the place where he felt started to do something. I hear some noise and I see a garden hose coming out of a little hole in the wall... She was preparing to start cleaning the floor... And... well... the man kept bleeding...
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry.

Eventually the ambulance came and after like 30 minutes took the man to the hospital. Well, not before they do start cleaning, the owner of the house and two of the fireman... cleaning. Cleaning.


A few hours later, the old man was back at my grandfather's telling everything was allright and asking for the bike. I guess some people are just tuff...

Read this in a book and thought to be a great game to play this vacations

As it is written in the Dave Barry's "only Travel Guide You'll ever need"

"… Fun with Airport Security Personnel

Airport security personnel are chosen for their sense of humor, and there is nothing they enjoy so much as a good joke. A fun game you kids can play with them is "Uncle Ted." What you do is, when you get near a security checkpoint, you walk up to a passenger selected at random and say in laud voice, "Uncle Ted, can I see the bomb again?" Ha ha! Those wacky, fun-loving security personnel will sure come running! They might even take "Uncle Ted" for a ride in the electric cart! They might even take you for a ride in the electric cart if you mention the detonator in Mom's purse!"

Anarchy

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Sometimes i feel like shooting somebody

2 small texts after Aquashow

Baby sitting
I decided to go to the water fun park with my younger siblings and some cousins, and HOOO BOYYY how stupid was I to do such a thing. It’s even worse than taking care of drunken girls, because the first hand not all of them are girls, none are drunk and, FUCK, they kick hard when they hit you.
But I designed a plan to make everything less kicky for me, everyone would stay together (less than 30 meters apart from anyone of the group), and it all went fine until it was lunch time. (I HATE lunch time) The girls didn’t want to eat because they have to keep in shape (5-13 years old girls have to be in shape for what? For god sakes), then the youngest of the boys (my godson) wanted his hot dog with ketchup, mayonnaise and mustard; instead of the mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup he had in his hand (BRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!). After 10 torturous minutes everyone had at least a bite to eat, and as soon I gave the order to disperse, you could forget the less than 30 meters limit, it was more like more than 50 meters apart and if needed clime the tree.
It took me a freaking, hell friezing of a time to join everyone back together to leave, leaving me with less than it is due to enjoy the freaking water slides… It was an experience never to repeat again.
P.S.: Here’s an episode to make you laugh for a while, in one of the morning rides I went with my god son to the foams, and the life guard ask for both our ages (7 and 19 I’ll let you decide which is whose), after acknowledging this he says “ You and your son can now proceed”, What the Fuck?

I hate huge buts and I cannot lie.
There’s a pandemic around, and it’s not the swine flu. After going to an aquatic park with my family, I’m faced and marveled at the beauty of the female and the extravagances to reach such standers. I’m like every other man who likes a pair of curved lines, but sometimes girls just take it too curvy for me. I appreciate the fact that some of the people from the female gender put themselves under the knife to upgrade, give greater detail, push up, push down, whatever… I really appreciate that (and so I think does the rest of the male gender that isn’t searching for a way to the poo go backwards), but please don’t take it too far – and by taking too far I mean you could crush a small boy’s scull if you’re not careful turning right.

Both by

Lestat of Lioncourt ( the fucked up one)

High Hopes

I had high hopes to myself. Maybe too high...

Life is a burden 2

"I wrote the first post of this infamous blog (and I say infamous with all the care in the world), and it was about the burden that it is to live…

Today I've decided to revisit that founding post and make some adjustments, but please don't go without reading the original. Thank you"

One Year ago, life was a burden and a hard one to have if you ask me, although it still is such a hard game to play, I think it is a sweet now that life has blossomed around me.

I still don't know the Whys or the purpose to keep on living, in fact I don't know nor more nor less than I did one year ago, I just don't blame the philosophers or poets, because I have friends that tell me things don't matter that much…

Pain? Is just an introduction to joy, as joy then gives away to a sad smile and pain again. The world turns, and so does life itself, we're not static, if we were there would be no point to living. So we move, from door to door, home to school, from a tackle to a try, we move; without knowledge of a point what so ever, we just look for it now instead of lying in bed waiting for it to fall on our laps.

Death? We welcome it in our on time, there's no point on hasting the inventible, we want to leave a mark as before, and hopeful it will last for the centuries to come. If that doesn't happen, not to worry, life will certainly bring joy enough to make it fill like centuries past and immortality is a second hand present.

In one year… this was what I've learnt.

That crushes are wonderful until the name is put to a test; Friends are the world's best thing if no jealousy is between them; School still sucks but it's hard to go on without it; Business is Business, and it makes better business if friends give you a hand.

And the Last thing I want to leave out to you, in this "thing" is…

There's no point in complaining if no one is there to hear, no one will hear an all complaining man, so don't complain and enjoy what you have because that's the testimony people like to see, hear, and read about.

Life's burden announcer;

Lestat of Lioncourt

The love letter

Although you may think this one more post about one more boring without end freaking crushes, I'm sorry to disappoint you but it is not…

Upon my random reading of the blogs I follow I've came to face this post.

And I thought "Lovely, now I can write a post about this, get Jack to applaud me, joke with deWinter, and end the night having a blast of a laugh"

But I'm not doing such a thing because has I've learn from my friends that can be hurtful and misinterpreted. So I'm not going to do that, and instead I'll just leave you with another blog's post for your enjoy.

At the end just remember "I can't pretend to be much of a judge of poetry. I'm an English teacher, not a homosexual."

Lestat of Lioncourt

Californication

Hank: If you got one month left, what you do, how do you spend it?

Karen: With Becca.
Hank: No Hank in there? I don't fit in... anywhere in there... no Hank?
Karen: Maybe a couple of days...
Hank: Fair enough. But for me, I want you there at the end. I want those eyes to be the last thing that I see.

When life get's tough, we say we don't give a crap

I wished I could do this to most of the problems I have, Wouldn't you?

Lestat of Lioncourt

When you're old

You will look back on the times you laughed and you will cry
You will look back on the times you cried, and you will laugh

It's just a matter of how you want to spend your last days...

The problem with friends

Having friends, means you'll be there for them and they'll be there for you for when it is most needed. Helping each other when there's an adversity at hand, that's what I mean.

Now… I've found something rather amusing in my little circle of friends, When we try to help someone with some problem. Seen from an outsider it seems your zapping through several TV-Series.

I'll explain…

Every time someone of our group comes to us with a problem, we all do the same – and by "we" I mean every one (I, Jack, DeWinter, Ginger, Giselle, Indigno, Olivia, etc…). We take several steps in the solving of these problems.

Stage 1

The first, is like in every criminal movie, we expose the problem on the full, so that everyone knows (in the restricted group of those trusted to participate in this conversation/intervention), who, what, why, when, where and how.

We only solve something in this stage if there's confusion with the 4w&h, someone mixed the names or the timeline is upside down, or something else of the sort, you get it…

Being most of the times, bigger problems than that, we move to stage two, where we move to CSI series…

Stage 2

We take it to the specific details, autopsy, ballistic, GSR, things like that. Just to check if there's any small print we might be overlooking.

We then quit CSI and follow Without a trace.

Stage 3

We like in the series, build a time line to see if there were signs of an eventual problem, and we sometimes go over our head and back down to the day of birth, just because…

No problems are solved here but it is a very important stage never the less.

Stage 4

Then we change to Numb3rs, not in the sense that we start using math, which we sometimes do, but in this stage we just theorize, and we talk for hours making theories to the why, and no one comes up with any kind of solution, it's just pure, fair, educative discussion without real results.

And to make it all okay we move to …

Stage 5

Where we have several ways to take

1. We stop caring because it is a problem without solution, and there's no such things so the solution must be time, like in Dr. Phill's Show
   
2. Someone says something totally out of hand, and someone other makes an wonderful connection with the problem and finds the solution we needed, like in House M. D.
   
3. Someone was really listening to everything and after some time of gloating, he reveal the perfect solution to everything, like in Psych.
   

And That's how we do it, it's not perfect, it almost never leaves us greatly satisfied, but what matters is us been there, the how or why is secondary…

Fast Girls walk slow on side streets...

Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves.

Radiohead - Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Fork in the road

"One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked. Where do you want to go? was his response. I don't know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter."