| The GREATEST thing you'll ever LEARN, is just to LOVE- and be LOVED in RETURN. |
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The Outer Charms |
| NAME: Iphyengia Yidrych AGE: Yes and No LOCATION: Ashlings, Distopia |
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The Inner Workings
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| If you cannot be GOOD... Be CAREFUL. |
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An Empty Box? |
Friday, May 23, 2003
You:How religious are you?
Least– 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 –Most
What is the religion of your family? Of your extended family?
What do you consider your personal religion?
Do you consider your beliefs different than that of your parents?
Do you believe that you know your own religion well, or are you still finding what feels comfortable to you?
How important is your religion in your daily life? In your family’s life?
Do you have certain moral/spiritual beliefs that are contrary to, or not addressed by your religion?
Are there any religions, other than your own, that you are interested in?
Have you tried any other religious path?
Them:
Do you know about the religions of your close friends? Does it come up in relationships(friends or sig. Others)?
Are there any particular things you would like to know about another religion? Any confusion you would like cleared up?
What is the strangest/most extreme religious practice you have heard of being endured/preformed at our school?
Have you ever attended another friend’s service as a guest? What was it like?
Thursday, May 22, 2003
The Right Mistake
It’s real now-
It’s time to take this last walk thru that door.
I can’t believe I’m frightened.
I’ve been down this road before
It’s all that I’ve dreamed of
since I touched down on that day
I love this city, but I’m ready to be on my way.
So I’m placing all my bets
on what my instinct’s telling me
Although it’s saying I should leave
So much I love behind
It’s got to be the right mistake
tho it makes me want to cry
Just don’t ask me why
I do know
I won’t miss car alarms
or ice cream trucks or
What must be the sense of humor of a good old empty egg
The sweltering of summer thaws our bones but melts our brains.
The sudden chill I get whenever I see an aeroplane.
But I will miss my Sunday mornings
I will miss my Thursday nights
Miss the places where they know my name
when I walk in
It’s got to be the right mistake, kissing mistletoe goodbye
Just don’t ask me why
don’t ask me why
I know I’ve based my life on a question of proximity
but if I miss this chance the thought will keep on killing me
Although I know my dreams will drift back to the places I’ve made mine
back to the voices that I loved
back to the streets out here
It’s got to be the right mistake, kissing mistletoe goodbye
Just don’t ask me why
don’t ask me why
don’t ask me why
don’t ask me why..............
I’m sorry that it’s come to this
and I just hope you know
how hard I really tried
to make this city feel like home
Just like a romance
I can’t simply force my hand.
There’s no point left in staying
if you just don’t love ----
And so I’m waiting for my taxi
I’m waiting for my train
I’ve got my ticket in my hand
and I am on my way
It’s got to be the right mistake,
Put my whole life on the line
It’s got to be the right mistake,
I’m gonna get it right this time
It’s got to be the right mistake
‘cause I have made up my mind
and I know it’s time.
I know it’s time.
I know it’s time.
I know it’s time.
Monday, May 19, 2003
When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.
--Michel de Montaigne
so true...
Sunday, May 18, 2003
'It's a curious device,' said the officer to the traveller, surveying with a look almost of admiration the device with which he was of course so familiar. The traveller appeared to have acted purely out of politeness in complying with the commandant's request that he attend the execution of a soldier condemned for insubordination and insulting a superior. Interest in the execution was clearly not very great even within the penal colony itself. At least, the only persons present in that deep sandy valley with its barren slopes all around were, apart from the officer and the traveller, the condemned man, a stolid, broad-mouthed individual with a look of neglect about his hair and face, and a soldier who held the heavy chain gathering up the little chains that were fixed to the condemned man's ankles, wrists and neck as well as being fastened to each other by interconnecting chains.