Buy off, 30.11.2014
Sonntag, 30. November 2014
Samstag, 15. November 2014
Freitag, 14. November 2014
Dienstag, 11. November 2014
So I don't have that many blood family members. So as I go through life I seem to collect people. Some stay around and some move on, but I have always found that these people are closer to me than my real family. I am fortunate that I have found people to love, and who love me, no matter what is going on.
I almost lost one of my best friends a while ago after a pretty bad living situation. It was really hard to come back from that, but I felt the need to at least try to become friends again because we are family. I am so glad I did. Looking back I think the bad times were necessary too, because now we can be friends as adults and having a growing relationship instead of just trying to hold on to what we had. I am so fortunate to have so much love in my life.
The phrase "blood is thicker than water" never really meant anything to me because I think that the "water" is often thicker since these are the people we choose to love....we are not just in a relationship with them because of the accident of birth. These are the people we fight for and do anything for, because you don't have just that feeling of obligation that "blood" often brings.
I’ve always loved trains. There’s just something about them, isn’t there? Not as blustery and self-involved as cars, nor loud and angry and expensive like planes, trains move with a gentle, rattling hum, ferrying the public to far climbs for a small fee.
Nowadays you have the smooth maglevs, which sound almost like gliding alien engines whirring by, but I’m a fan of the old single-car trains ricketing along rusting metal tracks that grow thick with untethered grass. There’s a magic, a mystery to them, even a playfulness, that modern trains can’t touch.
And along with trains themselves, I also love train stations. Not the crowded major metropolitan ones, but the out of the way stops, the places people barely go to, that the trains stop at for nebulous reasons. The more isolated, overgrown, and unkempt, the better. And if cars can’t actually reach them? Now that’s something special.
I started what one might call my collection of stations back before college. My first big “get” was the Corrour railway station in the UK, nestled in an unassuming area of peaks and valleys, the landscape surrounding a quaint white building with gray gabled roofs sloping downward. An unimposing loch idled next to the site, waiting to freeze over again during the long winter months. I was lucky to go during the warmer season with my parents, back when my dad was still alive. I don’t know if he was quite the train aficionado as I was, or if he particularly enjoyed being dragged into the middle of nowhere to see an uninspiring building and brownish green hillsides, but he did it, so I give him credit.
While he may not have been impressed, I loved it. I had researched the area beforehand quite a bit, and to actually stand there and look around, take in the air and sunlight, was mesmerizing. Almost like I had stepped through the looking glass of another world that had only previously existed in my head. I had to have more.
I began focusing spare time into it, charting out potential ways to travel cheaply around the country and the world, and figuring out which stations I wanted to see. It helped that train travel is reasonably inexpensive.
As I whiled my way through the UK’s list – going to places like the Altnabreac station in Scotland, or the Sugar Loaf in Wales – my real destination was Japan. Unsurprisingly, there’s actually a term in Japanese for disused and remote rail stations – hikyō stations, or “secluded” stations. There are websites devoted to them, unfortunately none in English, but I’ve done my best to try and map out which ones I want to see and document for myself. And Japan is packed with them, some so isolated it makes you wonder why they were even built in the first place.
Maybe whatever it was that was at that place just had its fun with me and let me go. Maybe I just got lucky. Or maybe…maybe…I’m still there, and don’t even know it.
But y’know the worst part, the thing that really tears me up now?
I really hate trains.
Samstag, 8. November 2014
Das Simple Past drückt Handlungen in der Vergangenheit aus, die einmalig oder wiederholt stattfinden, nacheinander ablaufen oder eine laufende Handlung.
Das Past Perfect drückt aus, dass ein Vorgang vor einem anderen Vorgang in der Vergangenheit stattgefunden hat.
He bought the novel after he had seen it in the shop.
I talked to Sue after I had met her at the club.
He said that his mother had moved to Manchester.
She told me that his sister had reminded her of a famous actress.
Had they arrived in Canada?
Had you seen that boy?
She had not talked to him.
They had not finished their homework.
Present Continuous (He is speaking):
Signalwörter: just now, right now, just, now, at the moment, Listen!, Look!.
Bei einer Handlung, welche sich am Ablaufen befindet.
Bei einer Handlung, welche auf einen bestimmten Zeitraum begrenzt ist.
I'm trying to do my homework, please don't make so much noise.
Let's go out and play soccer. It isn't raining any more.
Present Perfect Progressive - Verwendung
1. Handlungen begannen in der Vergangenheit und dauern bis in die Gegenwart an
- meistens mit since (Zeitpunkt) oder for (Zeitraum/Zeitspanne)
(Ich warte schon seit drei Stunden auf dich.)
2. Handlungen, die gerade abgeschlossen wurden und bei denen deren Verlauf betont wird
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Signalwörter des Present Perfect Progressive
Fragen mit how long
Bildung des Present Perfect Progressive
|I play handball. |
I play handball.
|You play handball. |
You play handball.
|I play handball. |
I play handball.
I play handball.
|You play handball. |
You play handball.
You play handball.
|play handball?I||play handball?you|
Present Perfect Simple (Perfekt, abgeschlossene Gegenwart)
which, that, who, her, she
which, who, that, he
who, anyone, anybody
which, that, what, who
that, this, it, who
Donnerstag, 6. November 2014
(Just before I start a quick mention I'm not native English speaker so sorry for any grammar errors etc.) Ok so I'm 16M and in my whole life I had only 2 "friends" , only one currently. I used apostrophes because is it really friend if the only time we do something together is talk hardly ever on the way back home? Im new in a class, most students already know each other for 3 years. I feel lonely, sometimes depressed because I have no friends. There is a group of 3 people in my class of 2 boys and a girl, I would like to join them but I have no idea how. They joke, are in a good mood and just have fun together talking about someting. And I'm quite the opposite. I sometimes have problem to even ask simple question, just irrational fear. Also I'd LOVE to talk with someone, especially girl about something but I feel I have nothing interesting to talk about. When somebody tries to start conversation with me It usually goes like: sb - qestion, me answer etc. and nothing more, I feel they may understand it as "f*ck off I don't want to talk with you" but as I said I really want to chat with someone. Oh and if I notice a girl looking at me from farther than like 1 m away I immediatly direct my eyes to floor but if she starts to talk with my I can rather comfortably look into her eyes, I find it weird. I don't want to be alone. Please help.
Submitted November 06, 2014 at 06:55PM by Fluttershaft http://ift.tt/10AdWFh
I'm going to separate my post into topics because my thoughts are in a mess right now and I don't want to confuse you guys.
I don't know very much about Buddhism, in fact I'm somewhat a new student in the area, at the moment reading "The Power of the Kabbalah", a gift from a professor.
2. Bad times
I have made some mistakes on social regards, and I also have some deadlines coming for important jobs, so I kinda know that the next days are going to be very demanding, because I'm going to reap what I sowed (and it has been already happening in the last one or two days).
3. My project
One of these jobs is very special for me and I'm having trouble concentrating and gathering energy and focus to work on it. If I give, like, 40 hours into it, it will be done and I'll be free until next year.
4. My classmates
I'm also having thoughts on the likes that I'm not being a positive force in my classes, since I wanted to contribute to my classmates' learning, and by doing so I have been participating most of the times, answering the professor, promoting dialogues and bringing new ideas to the table. However, I feel that I "drain" the light out of them, instead of giving them light.
However, they apparently don't feel like participating, and sometimes I think that if I just stood there, quiet all morning they would end up speaking and saying something.
My thoughts are 'awry'. My closest friends have also noticed that, and they said that I'm not being myself, I'm making retarded jokes and comments, and that makes me feel that I lost my balance.
What does Buddhism say about all that? How do you prepare yourself for bad times when you can see them coming? How do you get yourself back into your nice and creative form?
I even hurt the face of a girl I like with a very, very, very stupid joke/prank. I don't want to do that anymore.
Sorry for bad english, it's not my main language and my mind is like a storm right now, hard to concentrate.
Thanks for your time.
Submitted November 06, 2014 at 02:11AM by Krainz http://ift.tt/1vLB9Na
Mittwoch, 5. November 2014
Disclaimer: I'm not a native English speaker/writer/reader, so pardon me. Also, I just found this sub reddit and I'm already in love with it, it's amazing!
I know I loved her the first time I've seen her. Brown hair, big green eyes, an amazing body and incredible smart. She has an amazing taste in music. I've never met a girl who liked my kind of music before. And her voice... How could I live without her voice for so long? It was like angels singing. Yes, I know, it's a cliche, but I couldn't help. I'm in love with her.
And things keeps only getting better. Her family is amazing as well. Her parents and hard working people. Her mother, Claire, is a very well known doctor, and her father is a university professor. She has three other siblings. John is the oldest, he's nos serving time abroad, I think he's in Syria. We never met, but she talks to him every week. She missed him very much, she cried a lot, worried that something would happen, but I tell her everyday he's gonna be fine. Tom, the middle boy, is in college, he's the one I don't really like. he doesn't work, keeps getting in troubles, and makes everyone's life a little bit harder. I hope he can find a way out this life. And there's Lisa. She's the youngest one, 13 years old. She's a bit weird, only stays in her room, playing with dolls. The girls in her age are already playing with other stuffs, not with these childish Moster High dolls.
I love her family very much, and sometimes I want to punch Tom in the face, and scream with Lisa. They're making everyone to suffer. I can see her mother crying in he middle of the night, because her youngest daughter doesn't talk to anyone but the garbage dolls, and her son is nowhere to be found, probably getting wasted somewhere. And John... She expects the day when she's gonna receive "the call". It breaks my heart.
I know I'm this family's hero. I'm gonna make sure that everything is going to be okay.
At least it was what I thought. I thought that all these nights waiting outside her house, and outside her college classes would make her notice me. And when she received those letter, she simple laughs. I wasn't kidding. My love is not a joke. And when I finally confronted her alone in the parking lot, she called me "creep". And I knew everything was lost. HOW COULD SHE? I WAS HER HERO, HER LOVER. HER LIFE.
That's why she's in the river now, Her lifeless body is buried deep in the cold water. When she said that she loved me, it was already late. She had to go. Bye bye.
But at least I think I've found someone else.
Submitted November 05, 2014 at 09:14PM by bonosgirl http://ift.tt/1tJ5dMR