HIGH SCHOOL LOVE LETTERS:

Remember the good old days

ANOTHER ONE FROM MY ARCHIEVES!

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Roll down to you sweetiepie Babe!
Time and ability plus double capacity has forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. Why! this miraculous thing happened is because papie I love you spontaneously and as I stand horizontal to the wall and perpendicular to the ground I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous guy. papie please Stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat. To me each day starts by thinking of you and ends by dreaming of you. Each time I see you my metabolism suddenly stops and my peristalysis goes in reverse gear. My medular-oblandata also stops functioning.

Crazy crazy crazy you may say but this is true. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon you would understand. That's why I need to see you face to face with you, soon. I think I have to pen-off hear because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis and polymerization. Catch you pa- later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs ever bite you coz you are too sweet a thing for them. Here is my foto when! you sii et remembar meee.





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My Love, My Sugar, i was exasperated with pride to have received one from you, the lungs in my body flapped with joy when i have been reading your letter. Anyway by now you have reached the realisations to why i am jotting this small letter to you, yes it is to see if you are keeping with the sands of time.


How is everything on that other side of yours? Well here everything is just half lemon half sugar to makeit schweppes. How is your schooling? How are you pulling the wagons of life? I am just pulling the schooling thing like a donkey pulling a cart.

My honie, i am missing you ve ry much right now, my heart is perambulating with every word that i write, if it was not for these oceans that decided to flow between us then i would get on the next bus to come and see you, but until then i know that i will not hesitate to put this blue blood on this paper and write to you. I remember that day lovie,! that one sweet day as Maria Curry sanged it, you know that it is my favorites song honie, the one day that we were boarding the combies and you escorted me to my home, walking with you just brought sweet dreams to me for the rest of my life honie.

If words of love could ride a bicycle I would be competing against Diego Maradona. Anyways, i will not stop you from reading the books that give you life and education so I will stop here for today.

Please always writing to me because I am missing you like sugar misses tea. You can see my foto below

My dedications to you are :


Maria Curry - One Sweet Day.

Boys to Main - And of the Rod

Keep well my mop of my heart, Yours in flesh and in blood, Ruise Sugar Baby

P.S. Sorry about my english, I did not learn anymore

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"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength..........Isaih 40:31

With love Brio...

2 my wife.

i love you so much and every thing we have we are running down together for the end of time.
We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue
And right now radio's all that we can hear
Now we ain't talk since we left, it's so over due
It's cold outside but between us it's worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers
I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you
I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

Everyday, 7 takes of the same old scene
Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine
Gotta talk to you now 'fore we go to sleep
But will we sleep once I tell you what's hurting me

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers
I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you
I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

I know you'll ask me to hold on
And carry on like nothing's wrong
But there is no more time for lies
'Cause I see sunset in your eyes

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers
I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

That I gotta do it,
I gotta do it,
I gotta do it
I hate this part
I gotta do it,
I gotta do it,
I gotta do it

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

life

love somebody and yet fear to do so. or put it this way, the other fears you or never tells you the truth of his/her heart..........have to belive that's how life gets to be otherwise it appears to be so absurd when we fear the ones we love the most. sth of feelings of insecurity and those who dont have this grate affection are so good at getting ur heart simply cause of the nice words they say. have to accept that some consider life more of a game than a goft and for us, we have no choice but to accept what has been left for us.

emmmmmmai.......sky the limit

everyday up there its really cool and pretty like the breeze we feeel and the laughter and the photos which u can c taht few have the chance to have them by. well, it always requires alot of courage for us to be able to fight the fear of the heights and sincerely its not always easy and perhaps thats why we often times keep down here in our rooms and N5 de M15 are really tight. it really apppears most of us are valunarable tho some my consider us as being so strong and that the fact tht we are strong at some other things cant really rule out the possibility of ever being misunderstood or even us failing the other parties and this EMY is onthylist.

They always say and actuallly the truth is that we are lke sponges that tend to absorb anything put in their path or best for magnets and have to do our utmost to attract or absorb the right fellows into our tinny psychotic planets we create for ourselves.

well,in there we are and so is home of kryptonians like us and actually have to appreciate that our home is really so small or tinny to be so true.

its hard to be so different, but its worth the sacrifice. welcome to the home page......ereka kryptville.

make the right moves

so often we tend to compromise even at such grate costs to us that the thought of how we shall deal with all this latter hardly comes by and the fact that we are victims to our own failings shows how low we are at guard.
doing always the right thing isn't easy cause alot of sacrifice and love, patiencce, forbearance, long suffering and self control is involved. i call it is cause are all fruits of one thing and hope u can check it out Gal 5:22 and as for me i have learnt from life especially at the covent des emond B16 def M13. i yearn so much for iyan 5th year. life tends so complex that what seems so easy with most people for you its a serious tag of war, a serious wrestingling with ur spirit.

MURIEL is on.

life is so tight and the truth is that love isnt something so easy to get with and the idea of throwing ur thoughts to others is really so dreading but little can we do in this world cause when our hormonal levels tend to hypereact, life tends so confusing and so different and as always your position will be teasured in this psychological world of mine and the fact is as they always say that time heals wounds.
in loving memory
of mary stuart

The dark, dark side of Brazil

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The dark, dark side of BrazilFri Mar 06 07:44AM

Having missed the freeway exit, there was no choice but to cut through dark suburbs of windy roads, some of them just dirt, relying on a GPS to find the house tucked away in the nether regions of one of the innumerable satellite towns outside Sao Paulo.I was on my way to interview a couple, a New Zealander and his Brazilian common-law wife, who had lost their three-year-old daughter to a horrendous crime: a rape and murder while they were on vacation in a beach resort favoured by foreigners.But the driving through increasingly sinister zones, and the anxiety-bordering-on-panic demeanour of a Brazilian friend in the car suggested to me that horrendous crime was more commonplace than my upbringing in Australian and European neighbourhoods had prepared me for.Statistically, I knew that to be true. Brazil has around 45,000 homicides a year, a staggering number. Per head of population, only a handful of other countries rank worse in the world (among them El Salvador, Venezuela, Jamaica and South Africa). Armed robbery is rife, drugs are everywhere, police are ineffective, walls around houses of those who can afford it are high and topped with electric wires or broken glass.But when you live in the "safest" part of the city, where European prices exclude all except the well-heeled, you see little of all that. Until, that is, you move just a short distance in almost any direction and you see the cruel reality of Brazilian life.Night-time in unfamiliar terrain here conjures up images of mediaevel forests where villagers were afraid to tread because there be monsters.This week was exceptionally bad, with the perversity of several cases making them stand out from the drip-drip-drip of almost daily reports of violence.The couple I interviewed were doubly victim: first they lost their daughter, then they had to endure deliberate official inaction over the crime for more than two months.The police officer initially in charge of the case dismissed signs on the toddler's body that she had been raped, and blamed the couple for leaving her to play in the garden unsupervised for 20 minutes. The doctor at the hospital handling the body did little either. Eventually other, more professional police got involved (after pressure from the New Zealand embassy) and the case was cracked within days (a labourer at the couple's rented vacation villa confessed).Children were also the victims of two other crimes that came to light in the past few days, both similar. In both cases, young girls became pregnant after alleged abuse at the hands of their stepfather or adoptive father. The girls' ages? Nine and 11.The nine-year-old, who was pregnant with twins, had an abortion this week, prompting the furious, influential, pro-life Catholic Church to excommunicate her mother and the doctors involved.Then there was a case in Rio, where a gang of robbers grabbed a couple as they were leaving a restaurant in a chic part of town. After stealing all their valuables, the couple were driven to a cliff and pushed off. Both survived and managed to identify their assailants.The robbers themselves had been beaten beforehand by drug-dealers in their slum who were angry with them for attracting police attention to their lawless district.That last twist perhaps sums up the situation here best: this is a land where, all too often, the only law is that of the jungle. And night-time in the jungle can be a scary place indeed.