Surgeon's car dumped

The red car an Audi was dumped by a hospital surgeon, which makes me wonder if somebody is careless or reckless in one area of their lives are they careless in all areas? The mind boggles.

Upset with the past, but it’s all that holds us now.

A woman who caused the death of an Oxfordshire schoolgirl is cleared of dangerous driving, but admits careless driving…. From BBC News. Full story

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On a cold afternoon, I put water to heat for some tea.  I opened the refrigerator to get milk and saw the gallon jug had been put back—empty.  I let out a loud sigh and sent one of my sons for milk.  I gave him a twenty dollar bill, measured the tea leaves and waited.

When he returned with the milk, I finished making the tea and resumed reading my book.  The next day, while rooting through my purse to pay for a pack of gum, I realized I had never received change from the twenty given to my son the day before.  I asked him for the $16+ change he had not returned.  “Oh yeah!” he said and then wandered about the house looking for the change.  The next day, after much prodding, he found the jeans he had been wearing on the day of the milk errand under his bed.   After turning the pockets inside out, he handed me some badly crumpled bills.

I reminded him of the many times he had been careless with money, spending without remembering where or how he had used it—I was feeling a bit cranky since it was his actions that had deprived me of a stick of gum.

Obama is acting like my teenage son.  We sent him out to buy milk and he doesn’t want to give us back our change.

The 700 Billion dollars that was loaned to the banks is being repaid faster than expected and guess what?  There’s 200 BILLION in the TARP fund—our change.  There was a sale and good news, bailing out the banks is only going to cost 500 Billion.  So can we have our change back please?  Congress is divided on what to do with the “extra” money.  Since we never had it anyway, I wonder how they can call it extra.  Obama wants to spend it and the Republicans want to use it to reduce the deficit.

I look at like this.  On the day I sent my son out to buy the milk, imagine that I owed the electric company $50 and $80 to the phone company.  While he was out buying milk, if he had spent the $16 change on what he perceived were more important needs, perhaps socks, deodorant and chips—such a decision would have been outrageous.  I would have used the money to reduce my debt or perhaps I would have saved it for more groceries.

Obama wants to use our change for more spending projects—after he pays off Hilary’s friends.  How about letting the American people decide?  Or better yet, just like I tell my kids—Don’t spend money you DON’T HAVE.

I don’t know about you, but $50 is a good chunk of money and $100 is still a lot of money to me.  Obama wants to spend 200 Billion Dollars, that’s nine zeros!—200,000,000,000 on more spending projects.  Our national debt is already over 10 Trillion!  Stop the madness; reduce what we owe, so our children do not have to pay for our folly.

This poem has been revised many times.  It is getting much closer to what I want it to be.  Yes, I used to ride motorcycles.  I wrecked several times, including a crash where my bike stuck into the side of a Ford Escort and I flew over, landing in the road.  By the time I came back to consciousness, the emergency crew had arrived.  A full-face helmet saved my head (and life).  I had many other close calls.  Clearly, God preserved my life each time as he continued to pursue me by his mercy and grace.  In a very real way, he rode with me.  In an earlier version of this poem I said, “Only he could look me in the eyes at speeds of 80 and above.”  He never backed down or gave up on me.  This poem, one of the first I ever wrote, continues to be an encouraging reminder of my Savior’s faithfulness.  I hope it encourages you as well.  Thanks for reading.

I remember the asphalt…how it let me
live outside the lines on a bike.
I remember a rowdy night-spot
where speed got up to pick a fight.
My bright wheels cannot forget: boots,
a leather jacket, and turns
that made me lean down to the pegs.
The boundary blurred
till hardtop hit like hard times.

He gripped when my will failed.
He healed my road-rash knees.
He knew my make and model.
He saw parts no one sees.
Now I listen as gears make changes—
as rubber on roadway moves me
and I approach new signs and places.
As chain and sprocket go humbly
beneath, a narrow road unwinds.

4th Dec 2009 was simply the worst day for me in 2009. Oh well, it could be the worst day for me in a long time.

I missed my CAT examination, which is the most freaking and upsetting thing to happen. The numbers shit let me down. Somehow I remembered that my exam is on Saturday and so for the past one week, I never bothered to check my admit card and was feeling confident that the exam is indeed on Saturday. I planned accordingly and thought to take the printout on Friday evening before leaving the office. In the evening, it turns out that I was the biggest jerk who was not attentive enough and the exam on Friday morning. Could it have been worse? No way! I mean what kind of a jerk is so careless that he plays with this chances of getting into some premier management institutes.

What upsets me most is that, was it me? What am I doing to myself? How can such a silly and stupid thing happen to me? I have always been up to the mark when it comes to being prompt, fast, punctual and every other crap associated to being a nice disciplined (not in literal sense) attentive guy! How can I let me be like this?

Another thing which wrecked me yesterday was that I had to do something which I always loathed and hated in office. No it’s not that I start licking someone’s boot. It was that I had to take back my resignation. Poor me.

It was simply the worst day and I felt like my brain will explode. I am still restless and not back to my calm self due to all this which happened since yesterday.

Now, to those who say that whatever happens happens for good crap, what is the good in missing my CAT examination? What is the good in doing something which you always hated? What is the crap not visible to me, and supposedly good that I am wasting my day being a wreck? What can be good in this that my mid is going all shit.

Seriously!

This is a hilarious 3-D re-creation of how the Tiger Woods careless driving ticket incident may have unfolded.  For my take on this incident, see the preceding post.

Re

damn me!
haiyst.
i feel so down yesterday up to now ..
because of being too careless

.. yesterday ,
today ..
haiyst tomorrow is another day ..
–i know i will suffer from this burden
–i know that beyond this limitation i need to take all the risk to make things right

careless me.. super!

sorry kuya! i am not supposed to act that way,
i am not a child either i am not your true sister ..
i know but i am only CONCERN about your health.
sorry for being too makulit ..
sorry for being or for acted like a child who wants for lollipop
sorry ..

i love you since i’ve known you
i love you since we’ve met
i love you as my brother
and i am hoping that you are really my brother since then ..

i told to myself i will and i can CHANGE
and you are one of the reason why i still continue this lifetime journey
you are so kind to me and i don’t know how will i return that kind of kindness you brought to me

PLEASE ! don’t say that words again to me, i almost cried a lot not knowing that maybe tomorrow it will happen ..
sorry for being rude, childish and whatsoever

i hope that God will grant all your wishes because you are really a good brother to me even you are not really my brother ..

i always PRAY to GOD that your life will be long and someday you will be smiling at me and congratulate me cause i continue to live MY INTRICATE JOURNEY of LIFE –

thanks ! Kuya MARVIN PAUL STA. MARIA
–my friend,
–my brother,
–

MY KUYA !

The driver of a truck that hit and killed a man from Jersey on an overseas charity trip was driving without care and attention, Jersey Hospice says…. From BBC News. Full story

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For having a lack of sincerity. Empathy, is for those who want to be walked on. I care more about my happiness, and the overall picture and generality.

Well, don’t get me wrong…there’s nothing wrong with caring, but it’s possible to care much. To the sense of reliance on outside reassurance, and strength. To a certain extent you need to be able to rely on yourself. 

เค้าว่ากันว่า
ความรู้สึกมักถูกส่งต่อผ่านการกระทำ
ทำดี – คนรู้สึก
ทำเหี้ย – คนก็รู้สึก
แล้วคำถามมันเกิดขึ้นมาว่า
“ถ้าคนที่รู้จักกัน ไม่กระทำอะไรเลยล่ะ”

เดี๋ยว! … ต้องแยกให้ออกก่อนว่าไม่กระทำนั้น
หมายถึงอะไร

(ไม่ได้เรียงตามความใหญ่ของความรู้สึก)
1. ไม่อยากยุ่งเกี่ยว
2. เกลียด
3. เฉยๆ
4. ไม่ชอบ
5. เรื่องของมึง
6. ไม่รู้จัก
7. ไม่อยากรู้จัก
8. ไม่รู้
9. …

มองทั้ง 9 ข้อแล้วเวทนาตัวเอง
นี่เรามองโลกในแง่ร้ายเกินไปหรือเปล่า
แต่ลองมองดูสิ่
ให้ข้อ 3, 6, 8 แถม 9 ด้วย
เป็นความหมายในแง่บวก
9 – 4 = 5
ยังเหลือแง่ลบอีกตั้ง 5 ข้อ
ซึ่งมากกว่า
ตามหลักแล้ว นั่นก็จะหมายถึงว่า
ถ้าคนคนหนึ่งไม่กระทำอะไรเลยกับคนที่รู้จักกัน
ในแง่ของอะไรก็ตาม
นั่นหมายถึงว่า

คนคนนั้น
รู้สึกกับเราในแง่ลบ
ฟันธง!!!

ดังนั้นเราทุกคน
อย่ารู้จักกัน เพื่อไม่ได้รู้จักกันเลยนะครับ
อย่าคบกัน เพื่อไม่ได้คบกันเลยนะครับ
และอย่ารักกัน เพื่อที่วันหนึ่งจะไม่ได้รักกันเลยนะครับ
ขอร้องล่ะ

Sagittarius is one of the 3 fire elements (the other 2 are Aries & Leo) people born in fire elements are usually full of energy and drive.

THE SAGITTARIUS: In General
They can make changes: “Stop, I have a different idea”. they are usually very optimistic, freedom loving, honest, good humored, straight forward, intellectual and philosophical but on the flip side they can also be careless, irresponsible, superficial, tactless, restless and blindly optimistic. They combine a happy disposition & eagerness to talk. They have a certain tendancy to talk and always with a smile. His speech can be very direct & outspoken (in a innocent way) totally oblivious to his blunt speech. He really thinks he’s funny or just wants to be honest. They are so honest & sincere. They feel terrible when they find out that they hurt someone.

Most of them are extroverts, social, like being around people. Confident in themselves. They love to give free advice. They always have very high goals. Thinkers – how to get things done better. They have a restless nature, they can’t stay at home and do nothing, they love things exciting, LOVE challenges even if it involves risk & danger. They love speed, fast cars & roller coasters. Very brave. Temper can flare suddenly. They are clowns & funniest of all the signs. Very much in a joking mood. Has a positive good attitude. Too trusting. Refuses to accept the seriousness of life. Brave, they don’t like the burden of responsibility. They like to champion causes. If he feels abused he may act physically, react quickly and later regret it. If you are rude to him, he will give you a black eye and next day give you roses.

All the fire signs don’t think about their actions. He may even rebel against authority. Many of them love the stage and enjoy performing before an audience. They make great actors, they make people laugh and their sarcasm can come across as insulting. They can ponder deep subjects. Many of them become philosophers, psychologists & very religious. Enjoy sports, outdoors. they LOVE travelling. Good memories and remember many details. But are always losing their wallets, car keys, gloves, somehow there is a lack of focus. They can’t hold a secret. Can be very clumsy. /he will try his hand in gambling & drinking.Weakness with money. He’s curious. Can easily become obese. They are not as close to family as other signs are. He’s very generous. He’s not a whiner or a complainer, he’s brave, he’s confident, always willing to help. Staunch believers in being truthful.

Unique combination of wit, intelligence & fiery drive. Very independent in nature. Will want to know the why of everything. They will easily spot phonies.

THE SAGITTARIUS MAN
Optimistic, frank, very blunt, has many friends, honest, tactlessness, thoughtlessness, give him freedom, does’nt want relatives to interfere. Don’t dampen his fiery ideas. Won’t be too strict with kids & will be a pal to his kids. You need logic and reason to convince.

THE SAGITTARIUS WOMAN
Very outspoken, very generous, sarcastic, bright and intelligent with naive outlook, will not lie, very accepting of situations, ask her don’t tell her, prefers applause not romantic phrases, very good in breaking the ice (or raise eyebrow) very independant and cannot stand weak men. Can be extravagant with money, she may need a maid, doesn’t want to be confined to a house, makes a good hostess always smiling. Will give you loyalty, trust and affection.

THE SAGITTARIUS CHILD
They need to be liked, need the applause, more playful & happy, likes to be around grown-ups, wherever there is laughter and talking. They will want to know why it matters what people think. They will question everything and ssearch for the truth. Needs to be taught how to economize. Give them lots of room, cheer them up – they need to be happy. Be fair and they will respect the rules.

THE SAGITTARIUS BOSS
Will make outrageous remarks, they are seldom grumpy. Optimistic, won’t hold a grudge, will not tolerate unhonest behavior, he will fight for what he believes is right, is sincere, frank & friendly.

I am not bothered about the almost-fail marks that I got in my Phy and Math papers. In spite of doing badly in what you call the most important subjects, I sit here and type this. Just proves how thick skinned I am. My bad performance in previous test doesn’t seem to stop me from indulging in all unwanted things and luxuries. They don’t bother me much. I still sit here and type even this particular post, this word, shamelessly.
My notes, incomplete in all subjects. None of my lab manuals have experiments up-to-date. My observations, blank pages in between for incomplete work. all my pages decorated with read rangolis (red pen marks). With beautiful words of wishes like Incomplete etc. making it all the more attractive. All my teachers are vexed with me, my carelessness, my laziness, my work, my lax. They’re behind my back to complete my work. Submitt on time. I’ve dropped down from the 1st rank in school to the 10th rank in class, that approximately works out to be around 25th rank in school! I am not in the top 5. Not even in top 10. I shamelessly, shake my head in front of my parents. I, no more give competition to the toppers. and rankers. I am not even anywhere close to these untouchables! Topper. Sandhya? Whaaaa,,? Aaasmaan Zameen ka farkh.

The first rank seems like those stars. Unreachble distances.I don’t think at this rate I can ever dream to reach the topper’s crown. My assignments, piled up, for four months now. Projects, for two terms, I haven’t submitted. It doesn’t strike me that I will be getting marks for all this. Still, I pretend as if I-don’t-care!My projects are yet to draw even one minute from my life. My teachers remind me daily, twice thrice. They lecture me, advice me, even complain to my parents. The second term is going to come to an end. And my first term project is yet to take shape. I am no more a nightmare to the rankers! They don’t pray to god that I get less marks. They don’t even come up to me to ask me marks and calculate. They know it that I won’t be anywhere there, getting more marks than them. My percentage has dipped down like the later half of a projectile!

I just managed to scrape through Physics and Math! I have neither of their concepts clear. I don’t know which chapter is going on in the class. The teacher is in the 11th chapter. And I don’t even know the first chapter. Half yearly exams are two weeks away! With 12 chapters in Physics, I don’t even know the names of the chapters. I can see two fat, almost 4-inch thick books staring at me apart from the extra refreshers and guides that just weigh about an extra 20 kilos!

I don’t attend tuitions or coaching. Come on, that’s faaa..r away. I don’t even study at home. on a regular basis. Half the text books are done in class and not one chapter is in my head! My textbooks are still new. With no pencil marks, dog ears or marks of usage. If I go and return it in the shop, he’ll pay me full money back. Its that new. He’ll probably faint if I say I’m selling it for second sale.

Cont’d.

A careless Russian forklift driver was backing up his vehicle, and he must not have been paying attention, because next thing that happened was boxes of wine and vodka crashing down on him. He actually had destroyed almost all the warehouse’s contents in one go! Over $189, 000 worth of vodka and cognac crashed to the floor as the forklift hit the shelves. Despite this major accident, no one was seriously hurt. Here’s the footage of the accident…

Youtube Link

via Pig Jockey

Wreckless is obviously a play on words, and for good reason. Many of us are walking through this life desiring to do or be something great. This is not an unworthy pursuit. Better to go for it than to be got by it, better to apprehend than to be apprehended. We have one shot at the life we are given and we need to make the most of it. The question to ask is, “Do I want to live this life with “reckless” abandon or “wreckless” abandon?” To be reckless is to be utterly unconcerned about the consequences of some action, to do things without caution to be careless. Marinate in that definition for a minute. Come on, are we really wanting to live a careless life, a life unconcerned about consequences to our actions. Is this the utopian bliss we crave. Think about it. If we all did this, gave in to our base desires with utter disregard as to how it would affect others around us, you and I both know chaos would ensue. Imagine the driver of a vehicle unconcerned and not caring whether the light was green or red, the drunk driver getting behind the wheel? What happens? You and I both know the answer. A wreck or many wrecks happen. How many stories have you heard with these same scenarios? How many wrecks have you seen or even been in? Time nor your tolerance of the written word would permit for alot of examples about reckless attitudes and actions. Notice in the definition stated previously that reckless is unconcerned about consequences presupposing that irregardless of what is done, there will be consequences. When I mention wreckless, I don’t mean that there won’t be obstacles or even accidents along the road of life. I am just saying that we can take precaution without relinquishing the joy that comes from living life to its fullest and enjoying the benefits afforded on this side of eternity. Heres an awesome quote and life lesson: “…if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care– then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don’t push your way to the front; don’t sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand. (Php 2:1-4) I just thought I would hit you with this in order for us to give us something to think about. Let us not live recklessly but wrecklessly so we we can wreck-less. Marinate. PD

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This weekend some friends from school are coming home with me to celebrate my birthday (which was last week, but I have a costume party instead of a boring party)

I am super excited, but have also had all this stupid anxiety. I don’t want anything to go wrong; I just wanted it to work out perfectly (which it won’t). I always try to plan out everything in lists. Like my entire day sometimes will end up in list format. I just love to cross out the things that I have done. Well the “list” for tomorrow contains a picnic and climbing a mountain, but it is supposed to rain! So already I am having a mini panic attack.

That is just how I love my life sometimes. It is crazy I know. I can see God up there going, now Meagan if you would just chill out and let me handle this everything is going to be ok!

Matthew 6: 25-26″If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.

Careless in the care of God. That is where I am going to be (:

In attempt to veer away from another rant about how technology is out to ruin my life, I would like to announce that World of Wordcraft English 115F has impacted my life whether I like it or not.

In a meeting with my scholarship advisor Dean Dever at the beginning of this year, she asked me what was one of my favorite classes so far. I tried to describe to her my love-hate relationship with my writing seminar class. I explained how I have always had a passion for writing and that when reading the course catalogue, 115F was one of the few English based courses that appealed to me. As hard as it may be to believe, English 115F was my FIRST choice. I was determined to prove to people that I did not need to know anything about gaming in order to be successful in the class but I was also terrified when I found out we discussed in CIRCLES! Who would have thought that a seminar class would sit in a circle?!

This love for writing but discomfort for having to speak out loud about a topic I am so unfamiliar with, and having to feel 32 eyeballs stare me down in the process, has been such a challenge for me. And now it turns out that even my writing is not that great either because I am not able to follow a certain format when I structure my sentences. I make “careless mistakes” in my writing when really that is just my style of writing. It does not fit a certain format because I do not want it to, not because I am sloppy.

Nonetheless, I still make it class as often as I can, I do the reading, I write the blogs…but there is still something missing. I have no motivation to speak up in class because I am so intimidated by everyone else’s insightful thoughts I feel as if mine are not worthy. That feeling of knowing you are the slacker, or loser in the group just hurts my spirits even more. I am like the last kid to get picked on the dodge ball team because I am too small or weak. The class itself is not a snoozefest but everyday I try to go in with a positive attitude to participate, I come out with my head down because I once again did not accomplish my goal. And then I go on like a 15-minute rant about whatever it was we were talking about in class to Tyler as we walk to our next class together. And he just thinks I am crazy for not being able to say everything I just said IN CLASS.

I did not come to Vanderbilt to be a failure or the weakest link in all my classes. And though the gaming itself has not been a distraction to me since I am also usually the last one to even get my technology working, the class itself has affected other parts of my life. It makes me question my talents and whether or not I belong here. It makes me wonder if I was ever good enough in the first place to come to a school like Vanderbilt. It has made me think that maybe I do not want to major in English after all. It is unfortunate that this class would have such a negative affect on me but it is simply the truth. Though I may be good at hiding it, no matter what grade I end up with at the end of this course I will still be proud of myself.

Proud for not withdrawing from the course or switching out into something easier. Proud for continuing to go to class despite how much I felt it would be pointless and that nobody would notice anyway. Proud that even though I have this love-hate relationship with a course as a first semester freshman, I am not going to give up.

~Adriana

It was another exam in Sam’s school for screwed up youngsters . I was on time and was pretty much ready for it. Exam started when the longer arm of the clock rest on 12. I started answering like any other sane guy would.

Started from the second question and I’ve finished it in 20 -25 minutes. Then I took the next on. It was only 40 or 45 minutes passed when I finish that. Then came some question that needed more attention so I just kept doing them.

Another one down. and at this point I’ve lost track of time. And I can’t clearly remeber how many questions I’ve finished at the time but It should be four. Now that I’ve lost track of time, the only option was to check how much time left. looked at the clock.

JUST FORTY MINUTES?!?! HOLY B+ TREES.

:’( Just forty minutes left and I have two full questions to finish, *including* the question I’m quite challenged by. OK now I’m done. But there’s no way out. I can at least try to make it a wee bit better.

I didn’t panic. Since I knew it’s not gonna do more harm than good if I did. So I did the question number 6. Finished it without much pain and looked at the clock, Just to find out that I’ve got only twenty minutes to face the question number ONE. The hardest one for me as I believed.

I started with part ii of Question one finished without neither big problems nor confidence. Took part iii. My brain is not happy to process at the speed I want. So many hiccups. But I never felt upset or feared (It’s really difficult generate such feelings in a careless bastards mind). Though I wasn’t so confident I finished part iii without a feeling like “I’m gonna get 0 marks for this “.

Here comes the question 1 part i. I was somewhat nervous. But dude ma’m didn’t say anything that did sound like the conclusion. I have no clear memory what I did at the time but I remember I came up with a satisfactory answer just by 4.00 O’clock.

But why the hell everyone is still busy. Why ma’m is still silent?. 10 minutes after I was checking this and that. And started to curse the wall clock thinking it shows me the wrong time. There were few minutes that I tried so hard to understand what’s going on. But no clue. Cursed myself for only having the phone to check time (which is switched off right now). Checked the answers again. No new ideas coming. Corrected few mistakes found here and there. Still no idea what’s going on. One moment I thought this should be a dream or an illusion or something I just can’t understand. Another round of checking.

“You have only 30 minutes left”. That’s ma’m. And match over (for me).

Last two papers were on 1.00PM-4.00PM slot. So all this time, I was _believing_ it’s the same game going on today. But it was 2.00PM-5.00PM this time. I thanked whoever deserves for todays paper not being anything like the Software Engineering paper (So much work for so little time). If it was, I don’t think I’d be writing this .

So I have 30 minutes. I can’t go out now, that’s the rule. Found a question that I’ve missed which had 3 marks allocated. Hammered it like Thor. Checked the rest again but nothing new comes in mind. Brain was like totally blocked or maybe it was relaxing.

Came out and told friends. No one believed at first. Some time wasting at cafeteria. Laughter!

It wasn’t all that bad. And again thanks whoever deserves for the paper not being anything even remotely like Software Engineering paper.

Update: The reason why I’m here to sit this exam.

Simple.  Searching.  Scented path.  Over leaves.

Repeat.

Focus…..Focus…….It’s crawling.  Senses.

Head moving back and forth and back and forth.

Swaying.

Found.

Follow others.

Straight.  Must not waiver.

Strength in many.

Searching all alone.

Choose path.  Focus…adhere to faith.

Natural.

Instinctual.

Around the tiny pebble.  Careful.  Cautious.  Dangers in the tiniest distance.

Tired legs.  Strong legs.

Tempted by sweet aroma.  Tempted by the odor of man.

Resist.

Duty calls.  Selfless.  Feed the mound.  Feed the mound.

Danger…a careless child.

Danger…a curious child.

The shadow comes, then nothing.

As some of you may already know, I’ve been suffering from depression for some time now.  Certain days it seems lighter, and other days it seems unbearable.  Lately, especially after becoming ill, I have noticed that it is beginning to affect my performance at work.  With the passing of each day i care less and less about more and more.

I really don’t know how to explain it with any more detail.  The psyche of it all fluctuates throughout the day.   I could explain more specifically how I feel but that may change by the time you read this.

Part of me is tired and scared.  Another part of me just doesn’t care.

O cutie de chibrituri. Te uiti asa la ea, si te gandesti cum sa o arzi mai repede. Arzi un chibrit, doua, trei, cinspe, njdemii. Fiecare arde diferit. Unul mai incet, altul cu mai mult sulf, altul nu arde deloc. depinde.

Etapele sunt sunt si ele anoste. Mai intai tarjai batul de chibrit de peretele cutiei, simti vibratia in mana, nu se aprinde. mai dai de 2 ori, si gata. Chibritul se aprinde, miroase a sulf , si se stinge in scurt timp.

Mai iei unul, se aprinde mai rapid decat cel anterior, si tot asa. Simti ca devide din ce in ce mai usoara cutia.

Asa si cu scurta mea viata. Oamenii cunoscuti ai omenirii au murit la tinerete.

Si ce ma fac cu linia vietii din palma mea care e intrerupta? Dar eu tot fata cu chibriturile raman. Fata care numara chibritele, care isi mai arde degetele din cand in cand. .

“In loc de creier am o carte de credit,

In loc de nas am un aspirator

Si in loc de inima … n-am nimic.”

Ce bine ar fi să poţi să mori aruncîndu-te într-un gol infinit!