Essentials in vampire movies.

• doctors saying : " it is nothing serious she'll soon recover"
  
• strange camera angles
• men with sideburns
• women faking orgasms
• ugly servants with very high tight collars
  

Bathroom habits

What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You

You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do. Your idea of fashion is jeans and a t-shirt. Clean, if you're lucky. You are a little shy and easily embarrassed. You often wonder if you are normal. In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.

What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?

Suicide Note I

Excuse-me-je

Maybe I am wrong.*

This does not prove you infallable. This does not excuse the presumption that I make up quotes as I go along, that all my arguments are unfounded and that my interpretation will always be inferior to yours. Nor is it ground for the arrogant disdain with which you assume that I would not be able-let alone inclined- to admit that I was wrong.

* Here meaning: checking and double-chacking have proven me so.

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

Unknown author

Regatta

For some reason or other my university organised a regatta. Apart from the sunshine, the athletic males in tight sports outfit, the pleasant company and the excitement, I also enjoyed it because I won a prize. In the on-shore rowing machine thingy competion for girls I became third (very likely because only three girls competed) and am now the happy owner of a Ghent University T-shirt.

All Hail The Gerbil King

How arrogance cures heartache

I was not well. In fact I felt terrible. But if the reward of honesty and concern is to be called and inconsiderate bitch, I am cured of any sympathy rather quickly. Now that you no longer wish to see me, have a very nice solitary life.

One small step from despair to a broken heart.

First there was despair as I felt myself falling in love again. Then the accusation that women merely have to bump into a guy and he be putty wax in our smaal and delicate hands. A little later confusion, as I grow certain that I am in love I start to doubt who it is that I'm in love with. And today, a little message puts me off completely. I really didn't know it could hurt so much to read 'I love you' on a screen and even less had I any notion of much it would hurt to say - let alone realise- 'I can't love you back'.

How it breaks one's heart to hurt and then to lose a friend. I wish I had never known.

Singing

I sing at only three occasions: when I or everybody around me is so drunk nobody cares, when I'm utterly and completely happy and stirring in a giant pan of delicious whatever or when I'm unhappy enough not to notice I'm singing out loud. Here's an exerpt:

"I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart
but if I stay here just a little bit longer
if I stay here won't you listen to my heart"

You may answer on artist and songtitle yourselves in comments. I can't remember.