I've just taken decision. If I have enough of men, I will just go to Sumatra to work with ORANGUTANS, especially baby-ones... As a pedagog I will manage, I promise!
some links:
http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/apes/orangutan/
www.orangutans-sos.org/
www.orangutan.org/home/home.php
Monday, May 23, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
a moral tale
The story about a dog which didn’t like a man...
There was a dog, red-haired, small, very similar to a small fox with the row of small but extremely sharp teeth. There was a path around the small housing estate. The path led through some bushes and long grass. It was usually used by walkers and dogs.
There was a businessman with a black leather suitcase, crossing the car park, on his way home.
- Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!
The time stopped. The man skipping with the dog hanging at his leg.
The time exploded.
We observed the businessman discovered some issues about the values of his miserable life. The kind of trauma experience would ever stay in his memory... The dog tasted blood, its eyes more red-brown, teeth wanted more...
What’s the moral?
You don’t know who, when and where will bite to remind you the sense of whatever.
There was a dog, red-haired, small, very similar to a small fox with the row of small but extremely sharp teeth. There was a path around the small housing estate. The path led through some bushes and long grass. It was usually used by walkers and dogs.
There was a businessman with a black leather suitcase, crossing the car park, on his way home.
- Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!
The time stopped. The man skipping with the dog hanging at his leg.
The time exploded.
We observed the businessman discovered some issues about the values of his miserable life. The kind of trauma experience would ever stay in his memory... The dog tasted blood, its eyes more red-brown, teeth wanted more...
What’s the moral?
You don’t know who, when and where will bite to remind you the sense of whatever.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
more about spring
Right, uuuhhh...
Spring. Some allergies, some rain and sunny spells... People are coughing and sneezing. They are suffering from the spring. Once did I suffer, few weeks ago? Treacherous sun shone at me and burnt my skin... I looked like a strawberry. Headache couldn’t allow me to think. My reflections were burnt into black ash.
Laziness - the effect of constantly changing weather. It rains, it blows, a little bit of sunshine, it rains again. Very tiring. Just listen to the music and have some dreams, look through the window and eavesdrop others, observe their lives, guess their future... Perhaps, there is somebody who does the same with my existence? What about you who has just read that idea?
Spring. Some allergies, some rain and sunny spells... People are coughing and sneezing. They are suffering from the spring. Once did I suffer, few weeks ago? Treacherous sun shone at me and burnt my skin... I looked like a strawberry. Headache couldn’t allow me to think. My reflections were burnt into black ash.
Laziness - the effect of constantly changing weather. It rains, it blows, a little bit of sunshine, it rains again. Very tiring. Just listen to the music and have some dreams, look through the window and eavesdrop others, observe their lives, guess their future... Perhaps, there is somebody who does the same with my existence? What about you who has just read that idea?
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