måndag 29 oktober 2007

Morgondagen är här

När empatin sinar,
är stunden då mitt sanna inre sakta kommer träda fram,
och porten till mitt hjärta skall låsas,
en gång för alla.

måndag 22 oktober 2007

En Bussresa Genom Tiden

Jag minns när jag var liten. Mamma och jag, hur vi på Fredagar brukade ta bussen in till Köping. Hur vi gick in på Pressbyrån alldeles innan bussen kom och jag brukade få välja mig en tablettask. Jag brukade ta den gula asken med små, röda aporna i. Kommer inte riktigt ihåg vad sorten heter. Mamma valde alltid fransk nougat, ni vet den där vit/rosa, mjuka grejen. Sedan satte vi oss på bussen när den kom, smaskade på vårat godis, pratade. Mamma lärde mig läsa om de olika djuren som fanns på tablettaskens baksida.

Tiden gick. Så en fredag, när vi som vanligt gick mot busstationen, hand i hand, så stannade vi precis som vanligt utanför. Jag trodde vi skulle gå in på Pressbyrån, som alltid och köpa vårat godis. Inte idag blev svaret. Jag minns den gången så väl, för jag blev så snopen.

Veckorna gick och mamma och jag handlade aldrig mer något godis innan vi hoppade på bussen.

Månaderna gick och våra bussresor blev allt mer sällan.

Åren gick och mamma slutade le.

söndag 21 oktober 2007

10:17 Dörrarna har börjat smälla...

En en gång...

Nu har det hänt. Än en gång har cp-äckel-päckel-anus-barnet vänt precis alla emot mig. Och jag vet, efter alla dessa års erfarenhet att hon kommer vinna denna fight med. De kommer ta hennes parti, som de alltid gör. De kommer inte tycka att hon är den som har rätt, men eftersom om de skulle säga ifrån och ta mitt parti så skulle hon ta sitt liv, så vågar de inte.

Fy fan vad jag hatar detta helvete.
Fy fan vad jag hatar henne.
Fy fan vad jag hatar detta liv.

Jag vet, jag borde inte klaga längre. Jag går i en skola jag gillar, omgiven av klasskamrater som gillar mig, som jag gillar. Jag har en bästa vän som är världens snällaste, roligare och bästa. Jag är inte fattig. Jag behöver inte svälta. Men varför måste jag då varenda helg, och med det menar jag varenda helg året om, känna mig så nere, så mosad att jag får tillbaka de självmordstankar som det tagit mig ett och ett halvt år att arbeta bort?

torsdag 18 oktober 2007

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Jag vet att jag suger på att uppdatera min blogg, men det är så jobbigt XD

Jaja, eftersom jag är så lat, så ger jag er min egelska uppsats. Enjoy...not .

Roald Dahl – Charlie and the chocolate factory

Imagine a place where you can have everything you ever dreamed off – entirely made out of confectionery. Imagine an enormous waterfall with the loveliest chocolate in it, the greenest grass made out of spinned sugar, and fruits and berries so sweet and colourful that you could almost believe that they were sent from heaven. Take a step into Roald Dahl’s classic child novel, and imagination becomes reality.

As in any other heartbreaking child novel, the main character is a good-hearted, delightful person, which always thinks positive no matter how hard life seems to be and never acts wrongly in any situation. This time, the name of this enchanting person, is poor Charlie Bucket. He lives with his mother and father, and all of his grandparents in a small, demolished cottage. When his father looses his job, the family goes from poor to poorer, and their tummies from hungry to starving. At the same time, the founder and owner of Wonka’s chocolate factory, Mr. Willy Wonka, decides that after innumerable years of having his factory closed, to let five children enter it and give them a tour around.

After reading this book, I was thorn apart how I felt about it. I even considered reading it again, to see if I had missed something that would change my mind, or at least make it straight. I didn’t know whether I liked it or not, thought that is was happy or sad, even funny or boring. So, I watched the film, directed by Tim Burton, to see what that would do to my mind.

For those who have seen the film, knows that there isn’t any lack of colour. In almost every scene, you can find at least a hundred different shades, but still that’s nothing compared to reading the book and using your own imagination. And it was by that time, when I found out that even not my favourite director could create what I just had read, that I understood what I really was suppose to make my mind up about.

After giving the book not just one or two thoughts, but long and heavily thinking, I decided that I thought the book wasn’t good, but great. Dahl describes so well that people can’t recreate it in the real world; he writes so good that he will make you cry and laugh at the very same time. The reason why I couldn’t decide whether I thought it was funny or boring was simply because it’s both. There’s a fine line between those two, and he have managed to hold on to it from the beginning until the end.

Roald Dahl was born in Llandaff, Great Britain, in 1916. He grew up with is mother after that his sister and father both passed away. During the war he served as a pilot in the Royal Air force. After being injured twice, he was moved to the embassy of Washington, and it was there where he wrote his first novels, which were published in the newspaper, Saturday Evening Post. Roald Dahl has written many books which have become famous, for example James and the giant peach, Matilda and The Witches.

My favourite thing about the book was that Roald Dahl has no boundaries when it comes to making things up. He can write so bizarre and crazy that you can’t believe how he can make these things up, and make it seem like the most natural thing in the whole world. I am most fascinated about how he writes about the different machines there are in the Wonka factory. How he came up with the whole idea of them, describing how they work and the fascinating results that they give. All the different characters and profiles of the children were tremendous too.

If you want a real fable, not some new crappy stuff, but a real story to come back to time after time, this is the book for you. There is always something new to love, and details to discover. To give new readers a small tip, have a chocolate bar beside you while reading. You will need it, trust me. While feeling that you can’t lay the book down because that it is so exciting, you feel that you will be going crazy if you don’t get to feel that revelling taste of chocolate at that very moment.

Even through the fact that I’m not sure where the teaching wisdom is to find, you can at least learn one thing. Dreams can come true.

lördag 13 oktober 2007

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Stal denna goding från Vic (http://www.foolday.blogspot.com/)

Först väljer du ditt band och sen svarar du med deras låttitlar på frågorna.
The band: Radiohead
Are you male or female: I Might Be Wrong
Describe yourself: Paranoid Android
How do some people feel about you: High and Dry
How do you feel about yourself: Creep
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Idioteque
Describe where you want to be: There There
Describe what you want to be: Subterranean Homesick Alien
Describe what you want: No Surprises
Describe how you live: How To Disappear Completely
Describe how you love: Inside My Head
Share a few words of wisdom: 2+2=5

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