Thursday, 22 April 2010
more evidence
my complaint is with the learning (college, university) institution
The assumption is everybody is the same, has the same luck, have the same opportunites, and even those with less skills, less money or less learning abilities will find others like themselves. WELL THATS NOT THE CASE WITH ME. More evidence to prove its not fair
1
That diagram is not subject to colleges, universities alone. If I can't find matches in any walk of life becuase of "an organisation" then they have to pay, or answer.
2
If what they say is "we're trying to get you into another institution (prison) through our tactics" - is that allowed? then they have to answer
Who shouldn't speak (spew)?
Another way to looking at it....
Life's tough. This is just an excuse.
Suppose 100% is breaking point:
Life's tough by 60% for a Mother with 3 kids
Life's tough by 89% for a politician
Life's tough by 72% for Woolworth's former CEO
Life's tough by 79% for Tom; bullied at school
Life's tough by 20% for Me, add 5% police charge warrants an excuse
why wait?
spewing
At the same time, I might as well develop the real identity of the perpertrators
Are the Metropolitan Police a small fraction of this "conspiracy"?
Why is a black african immgrant under heavy survellience?
Why would it persist for three years?
Does this "conspiracy" spread like a virus, why do I want no strings attached?
Can I write a book? Will I make money? Can I give up my profession?
How much money have the Metropolitan Police & Co. spent?
Is this confidential? or am I crazy?
Or is shit too deep for them to even deny?
I am just naturally weak? Would anybody else in my shoes be like "pulezz" ?
They're no answers. The police, the politicans: they will tell you they're proposals
3000 of them
Number 1235: We'll put Bongani Nkomo in jail
And they'll take years for all those proposals to be met
Waiting for another credit crunch, waiting for another flood, waiting for Bongani Nkomo to be deported, waiting for the complaints to dissappear.
Who have I bad mouthed? The Metropolitan Police? They know this, I know this, we all know this. But we're just waiting...
generosity
No strings attached
I don't know you you don't know me
Anything bad happens to you, its not my problem
Back on identity
1 What kind of identity does that potray
Answer: A crazy man
2 Assuming that what is behind that identity is real, how does that affect my identity?
Answer: I'll be percieved wrongly but thats not the real issue. My identity still remains. People percieve you as A, but you perceive yourself as B
stinky
A MAN lived for ten years with the
rotting corpse of his lodger under an
upturned sofa in his front room because
he was afraid he might get into
trouble.
Alan Derrick discovered the body
of his drinking buddy Dennis Pring
on his settee in 1998, an inquest heard
yesterday.
He wrongly believed he would be
evicted for taking in a lodger at his
sheltered housing flat.
Neighbours complained to the council
about foul smells from the property
– but officers twice failed to spot
the body during visits.
Mr Pring’s fully decomposed skeleton
was finally discovered in January
2008 when Derrick was evicted from
the filthy, litter-strewn flat in Bristol.
Saturday, 17 April 2010
TR3
All weapons, medkits, flares and save crystals: Quickly press
L2, R2(2), L2(4), R2, L2, R2(2), L2, R2(2), L2(2), R2, L2(2), R2
during game play. Lara will scream to confirm correct code entry.
Level Skip: Quickly press
L2, R2, L2(2), R2, L2, R2, L2, R2, L2(4), R2, L2, R2(4), L2
during game play. Lara will say "No" to confirm correct code entry.
All secrets: Quickly press L2(5), R2, L2(3), R2, L2, R2, L2(2), R2, L2(2), R2, L2(2) during game play. Lara will say "No" to confirm correct code entry. Enabling this code will also unlock the "All Hallowed" bonus level.
Racetrack key in Lara's mansion: Quickly press R2, L2(3), R2, L2(6), R2, L2(5), R2, L2(2) during game play.
Full health: Quickly press
R2(2), L2, R2, L2(6), R2, L2(3), R2, L2(5)
during game play.
Flare
Select R1
Friday, 16 April 2010
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing
Where can we go, and nobody would know
What can we do, without them seein' me & you
What will we say when we finish fuckin' at the end of the day
Where can we go...we can't go nowhere
we can't go nowhere we can't even think about it
we might as well just chill talk on the phone
cause there ain't no use goin' out in public
unless you sayin' fuck it and let everyone know
Yo we gotta keep it safe
Cause if he knew we were together he'll be all off in your face
Wonderin' what happened with us, drillin' you with questions
You can save yourself from hurt feelings and the fussin'
Now you know I'm involved too
So I thought you would agree with what I'm sayin'
We can't go around playin' with these peoples hearts
We can't be sneakin' off in these streets creepin'
Without at least one your friends peekin'
It's felony, yellin' and tellin' your man
And me and him is cool so he wouldn't understand
yo, I got respect for my dawg
But I keep having visions of him naked and all
I shoudna told you that but it's a fact
I put this thang up in your back
Girl, you woudn't know how to act..
But we, both know that it's wrong
So we might as well just leave it alone
We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing {*2X*}
Mud = fun
Picking up pieces of information
Time locks
Picking up pieces of information about you
And how to pick locks
Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain
Them uptown ladies with their uptown coats
Come down here to get laid
It's a boring macho trip
And I'm the type that facinates
Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?
You're twenty eight years and your face has been lifted
But you still look so much older
You been desoiled and your linen is drab,
You've got crabs
The things they sell you
Your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
Sell your sugar
I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself
That way you way you cling
And I stay additive
And psychologically you know
Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt
Psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt
Do you know it's better to think I'm dirt
Don't you like to have some dirt
That all it's worth it's just dirt
Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap dirt
Dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt
Monday, 12 April 2010
"you flaming ye heard?"
Health worker Han Li has sparked a new trend in therapy – by wrapping
patients in oil-soaked blankets and setting fire to them. The heat apparently
causes total relaxation in the patients. ‘It looks pretty dangerous but it’s
harmless when done properly,’ said Mr Han, 53, who runs a clinic in Beijing.
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