Hello guys! I am back! I am so sorry that I wasn't able to post anything for the last 2 days. Our computer had to be repaired (again) and I think we need a new hard disk. I am not sure how much a new one would cost though.
However, that's not all. When I went to sleep last Saturday, I was burning up with fever when I woke up. My fever was climbing up and down. It turns out that I had laryngitis. Pooh, I really dislike being sick! You feel so weak and the food you eat tastes like sawdust and your sense of smell is affected too, probably because of the medicine I was taking.
I have to keep this post short, my medicine is starting to make me drowsy again. I still have this dreadful cough, sigh. Take care and enjoy!
~ George Eliot
Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights outside of the closet are on, this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.
Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness.
If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.
A Chinese farmer has invented baby-shaped pears - and he is planning to export his novel idea there.
Plucky farmer Gao Xianzhang has created 10,000 of the mini marvels this season and he plans to take the fruits of his labour to the UK and Europe.
Britain could soon see the arrival of the pears, which are shaped like mini buddhas.
If the idea catches on, sales of the mini pears could hit the profits of British farmers who are already struggling to fend off sales of cheaper foreign produce in recession-hit Britain.
Gao spent six years perfecting the intricate baby-shaped pears, carefully crafting each one which grows inside an individual mould.
Despite their hefty cost of £5 each, locals in his home village of Hexia, in Hebia, northern China, have reportedly been snapping them up.
'People seem to think they are cute or lucky and will buy them as soon as they're off the tree,' Gao explained.
Luckily for Gao, he should have few problems getting his quirky shaped fruits past EU officials.
In July, wonky shaped fruit and vegetables such as curvy cucumbers and knobbly carrots returned to supermarket shelves after EU rules restricting the size and shape of 36 types of fruit and vegetables
For the last 20 years, EU-wide marketing standards have encouraged the sale of finest-looking produce for sale in shops
There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold your hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.
And it will reach out to you.
An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.
Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."
From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, your eyes will sting in bright light, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and the sweet smell of death will be upon your breath...
Thanks to those who left comments in my blog, I really appreciate it. Well, lots of things have been happening to me lately. So I guess I am kind of confused. Anyway, things will be better, I know and I would finally find the "meaning of my life" in Heaven's own time.
Something funny and kind of weird happened (again) to me yesterday, but this time it happned when I was on my way to work. I was walking towards our office and I was very sleepy, we were asked to render 1 hour pre-shift overtime and I didn't get enough sleep. And then suddenly I heard a voice at my side, asking me what time it was. I replied that it was almost 6pm.
I thought that was it, and I kept on walking. I noticed that he was walking in stride with me and suddenly he spoke again, asking me where I was going off to. I was suprised and I lokked at him carefully at that time and I noticed that he was a cute guy wearing a t-shirt and khaki shorts. I answered, just around the corner and then I walked a little faster, hoping to shake him off.
But he remained at my side and he asked me where I work. Of course, I was not born yesterday. I am not about to disclose personal information with someone off the street. So I just smiled politely and continued to walk. But the persistent boy followed me and finally he asked me if I wanted to get his number. The nerve! I almost ran, thankfully he got the hint and finally left my side.
I am of the opinion that he was a streetwalker. I mean, I don't think anyone would take notice of me like that. Besides, shouldn't he be asking for my number and not asking if I wanted to get his number? Hehehehe. Anyway, it kind of amused me at that time.
Anyway, that's all for now! I need to sleep already. Take care and enjoy!
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dresson and a mysterious smile on her lips, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
Surrogate mum Katjinga, an eight-year-old Rhodesian Ridgeback, took on motherly duties for grunter Paulinchen - a tiny pot-bellied pig - and seems to be taking the adoption in her stride.
Lonely Paulinchen was luckily discovered moments from death and placed in the care of the dog who gladly accepted it as one of her own. Thankfully for the two-week old mini porker, Katjinga fell in love with her at first sight and saved her bacon.
The two animals live together on a huge 20-acre farm in Hoerstel, Germany, where Katjinga's owners Roland Adam, 54, and his wife Edit, 44, a bank worker, keep a pair of breeding Vietnamese pigs.
Property developer Roland found the weak and struggling piglet after she was abandoned by the rest of her family one evening after she was born.
He said: "The pigs run wild on our land and the sow had given birth to a litter of five in our forest.
"I found Paulinchen all alone and when I lifted her up she was really cold.
"She had just finished with a litter of her own, who are now 10 months, so I thought there was a chance she might take on the duties of looking after her.
"Katjinga is the best mother you can imagine. She immediately fell in love with the piggy. Straight away she started to clean it like it was one of her own puppies.
"Days later she started lactating again and giving milk for the piggy. She obviously regards it now as her own baby."
Mum of the year? Quite possibly.
I'm Living a life of illusion
And oh, why can't we let it be
And see thru the hole in this wall of confusion
I just can't help the feeling
I'm Living a life of illusion
However, there is still hope. I am always seeking ways to change my life, to make my life more happy and fruitful. I am sick of staying in my shell. I am willing to try new things. I want to break free, be more confident! I want to live!
Not making sense? Well, right now, I must admit I am still confused myself. I don't know where to start. But I will get there, nothing to worry about.
That's it for now, take care and enjoy!
Have you ever heard the expression "an apple a day keeps the Doctor away?" Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it is simply an easy-to-remember rhyme that stresses the importance of eating healthily to young children. But the saying did not originate as a harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early years of the gold rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.
One August, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series of bloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single house would be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would be swiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, save for a few scraps of food.
After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and a glass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower of the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.
Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just after midnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight; a man, carrying a black bag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head to foot in cloth bandages, staggered into view. He paused at the sight of the apples and milk, and then whipped his head around, as if looking for the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocer ducked out of sight, staying hidden 'til sunrise.
The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't even touch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one was killed. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or two every night, even long after a single apple stopped disappearing.