http://www.yle.fi/yle24/videosali/index.php?a=1&t=4

The Straight Way

You all know that sooner or later you'll hae to accept the fact that love is love. This the same way you reacted to witches in the 16th century and sometimes even now but most people have learned to accept it. I mean do any of you acctually know any gays? I know lots and they seem to be a lot happier than people who havent discovered who they are yet. Enevtually gay rights will be a major part of society and there wont be anything to do about it. Well... you could start a civil war and break up america into two seperate parts... but that didnt work last time.

First of all darling, your comment is right after another comment where a person states that they know gay people. =D Yeah, read your comments, you did, uhu. Secondly, "start a civil war and break America apart"? Well, I personally would like to see that place face a bit of trouble, it would strenghten my set view that american majority is a bit odd in the head, but that's not the point. You just assume that everyone is speaking about America, do yah? And thirdly, gays can be happy in their gay-world with their gay lives, (f00k it man, the word 'gay' means happy!) but the wiki isn't saying that they aren't happy. They say gays shouldn't be happy, because the people on the wiki don't like gays and no one wants happiness to people they don't like.

nope...you didn't because it *is* against gods word and if you believe in god and hell, that is where gays are going...and i know several gays, as i mentioned, and they are all just as messed up and unhappy as the rest of us...i think gays should be shipped away...so there *isn't* a civil war...ever hear of Gay Kindom? let them live there...love is NOT love, love is between a man and a woman, what a man feels for a man or a woman a woman is peverted sexual desires masked by the need and want for companionship and nothing more

Ah, another weirdo. Deary, you are a bit off here. God is ever-loving and forgiving, people don't go to hell unless they follow satan. And not-following-God is not the same as following Satan, see? Because a person who follows Satan has made his choice and bound himself to him, just as a God-loving person has bound himself to Him. But a person in between does not go to hell, for God loves all people and doesn't want people suffer - that's why we got Jesus. See, there is heaven for people of God, and hell for satan and his angels and servants, but there is a plce for people in between, who still have a chance if their souls are prayed for. And about this shipping-thing... Gee mate, I just finished watching La Vita E Bella, and that sounds awful lot like fascism to me (they did ship gay people away, along with gypsies, jews, cripples and all other things that were not humans to them). You mahdear are now granted a label: Neo-nazi. And that would also explain the fact that you do not love anything or anyone. Now that's what I call inhuman.

http://efe.scape.net/index.php

http://www.helsinki.fi/~pauronen/muumit/peli.html

1. Who are you? -I am iippo, man. -.-;;
2. Are we friends? -Yeah
3. When and how did we meet? -Well, we got to know each other in ET, and then we eventually met in Birmingham.
4. Do you have a crush on me? -Sorry love I don't swing that way.
5. Would you kiss me? -Only if your life depended on it.
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. -Woollcott, because you are the incarnation of Alexander Woollcott!
7. Describe me in one word. -Silvish
8. What was your first impression? -Really really really busy Hogwarts-running person who was flooded in messages, wiki-comments and -changes and forum-postings and was crying for smelly to help you out.
9. Do you still think that way about me now? -Nah, now I help you out with that Hoggy-stuff. :P
10. What reminds you of me? -Albino peacock-feathers
11. If you could give me anything what would it be? -Albino peacock-feather. And a copy of Harpo Speaks!
12. How well do you know me? -Well, but not uberly well, but well.
13. When's the last time you saw me? -Umm... in RL it was... on the trainstation after your b-day, and online it was... yesterday?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? -Naw, I can tell you stuff and if I couldn't, then I wouldn't in here either.
15. Are you going to put this on your house and see what I say about you -Hmm, I'm going to put this filled out in my diary as an electronical glompage.

Tiedan sen vievan kauas (siksi se on hyva) kaikki mita naen on harhaa et enaa ole, olet jumalainen kuin nouseva aurinko ja loydan viela sen oikean keltaisen kultaisen punaisen kuin appelssiini. Aarivakivaltaisen rakkaan jonka silmien ruskeus vie kauas tukholmaan ja takaisin niin ne ihanan pitkat ripset. Ah! 
Silloin euforinen uneni alkoi sylista joka voi murskata tai pelastaa riippuen nakokulmasta (toivoisin etten olisi andre Breton) silti en kadu paitsi asioita joita en tehnyt, yksi suudelma on pelkkaa kidutusta unetonna poukkoilemista siella missa menettaa itsensa ja itkee musiikkia. Pilvessa jumissa.
Muuta ei ole jaljella minulle kuin tarvitsen vain rakkautta ja puhua minulle/sinulle.
Usko minua silla sytyn herkasti
Valehtelu on vaarin?

I know it will take far
(That is why it is good)
Everything I see is illusion,
You are no longer,
You are divine like the rising sun
And I will find that right one yellow one,
golden one, red one like an tangerine
ultraviolent darling brown of whose eyes
takes far away to Stockholm
and back. Yes, the beautifully long
lashes. Ah!

And then began my euphoric dream from the lap
That can crash you or save you depending
On your viewpoint (I wish I wasn’t Andre Breton) even still
I do not regret anything except
things I didn’t do, one kiss
is merely torture, sleepless
tossing and turning there where you
lose yourself and cry music. Lost inside a cloud.

There’s nothing left for me but
I need love and to talk
To you/me.

Believe me for I ignite easily.
Lying is wrong?

"run-around-with-an-object-that-isn't-round-enough-to-be-called-ball -ball"

I have never been so lonely and missed home as much as yesterday. I came home from uni around 2 am last night, walked through the deserted city, there was no one in the whole world but me. I listened to the blackbirds singing - fucking blackbirds in February! I could look up and see the stars and hear the birds but when I looked down again, I saw that I was alone in this filthy, disgusting city, and I couldn't help but wonder, what are we - me and the blackbirds - we illuminated, bright, brilliant creatures doing in this shit-covered place...?

My dears, don't blame yourselves. You can't always be there for me.

If the artist as a person is the primary cause of the work of art, the material means of creating is the secondary cause. As all that appears in the work derives from the artist's personality, so all must be done through the physical process of creation. Above we referred to the Christian life as a relevant theological category; here the doctrine of creation must be considered. Properly speaking, only God creates. He spoke and the world was made immediately without means external to himself. In the same way he spoke and life began. To man, on the other hand, was given authority to name, care for, and arrange the world of things. It is in this sphere that his creativity must be exercised. He does not create in the sense of the original creation, since he must always begin with the physical world. Between man tilling and tending the earth and man painting and forming there may be a differnet in quality but there is none of function. It is all part of a single office of man: dominion. This office is not, however, unrelated to the original creation. Though different kind and starting point, Adam's task of naming the animals continued in an important sense the creation God had begun. He confirmed and determined its order. All of man's creativity is precisely of this sort: arranging, ordering and naming the original creation. That which is novel is always relative to the material conditions in which art must be located. Absolute novelty belongs to God alone.

I have created you, beloved vermin, in my thrice sacred resemblance, and you have responded by betraying me. Thus I have punished myself. It was not enough that you resembled me. I, the Impassible, felt a great desire to make myself like you, so that you would become my equals. Therefore I have made myself vermin in your image.

But there is no doubt that the modern artist, feeling himself no longer in any vital contact with society, performing no necessary or positive function in the life of the community, retreats upon himself and gives expression to his own states of subjectivity, limiting himself to this expression, and not caring wheter expression is also communication.

Herbert Read

http://www.artchive.com/artchive/R/roualt.html

Wow, I had an unforgettable saturday... So I'm writing about it in here so I won't forget it. :P

Ok, Isabel went to work at 9 on saturday, she works at the uni and uni had Open Day. When I woke up in the time of the sane people (later than her), I went shopping to get stuff I needed - normal. I came home and started working on my course work - we had assesment on Monday so I needed to sort out my work into folders and stuff. I was doing that when Isabel called around 3. "Where are you?" "Home, why?" "I was just wondering, would you mind coming over here to help me carry stuff home." "Ok, I'll come." I went to the city for the second time that day, and to the uni-building she works in. The stuff that needed to be carried home was food. There hadn't been as much people coming over as was expected so there was loads of excess food. We brought home a box full of finger foods, three trays of sandwiches (of which we gave one tray to the homeless guy in the underway) a plastic bag full of different sorts of crisps and a 2-litre cartong of orange juice. So when we got home, I returned to my work and Isabel started to sort out the food, what goes into the freezer, what needs to be eaten today, and then she sorted the crisps. Around 6 I noticed that I need to get stuff printed, so for the third time that day I went out to the uni-building with printer access. (It is about half an hour walk from my house to town and I did it on saturday 6 times, 3 times there, 3 times back). I printed what I needed, and as I was about to leave, I met my friend Rajat. He came to my house with me. I pestered Isabel to stop using the net and play Uno with us. She did and we played, but then she wanted to use the net again. I was inclined that she shouldn't, so she took a more sly approach. She taught us a new game: sticks. It is simple. You drop this bunch of sticks of the floor on a pile and then you have to remove them one at a time without moving any other stick than the one you are trying to take. Isabel played with us two games and then she said she just wants to watch. And we didn't mind, we were too taken in by the game. She got to go to the net (because me and Rajat we paying attention to the game only). The music was playing on the laptop, we had loads of food and the game so... we played all night. Isabel went to bed around 2 but our response to that was only to put the music down a little. I doubt that she got any sleep, really. We played and talked about everything. Amazing. That if something is bonding for you... He went home at 10.30 on sunday morning because I wanted to go to church (after having not slept all day? Is that wise? but I wasn't sleepy really). After church I lied down on my bed and got up around 4 pm. Well, I got up around 2 pm when the girl downstairs came asking if we could do something with our heater; it was being noisy to her. She is a confusing individual, really. But I guess she heard the heater better that day because the heater had been off during the night (it just refused to go on) and then it was on again... Or maybe she was being bitchy, she must have heard us that night, talking and laughing, and she knew that I was sleeping during the day so she wanted to bother me... who knows. Anyway, I went back to sleep after she was satisfied with her heater problem. Around 5 I picked up my work again to sort it all out for monday and I got it done before 9 pm. Then I went to bed and slept solid til 9 am when Isabel went to work again.

Bowie:
-Heathen-levy:
Everyone says 'hi'
-Valkonen kokoelma:
Aladdin sane
Life on Mars?

Chris DeBurgh:
-Beautiful Dreams -levy
Carry Me (like a fire in your heart)
Snows of New York
Shine on
Always on my mind
Say goodbye to it all
One More mile to go

Jesus Christ Superstar
Heaven on their minds
Hosanna
I don't know how to love him
The last supper
Getshemane
King Herod's song

RHCP
-Californication-levy
Californication
Scar Tissue
Saviour

http://www.vatican.va/
http://www.opusdei.org.uk/index.php?w=20

Something little interesting for you people...


Here's the most engrossing thing since The Sims.
Go to www.arecont.com and click the "Log In" button. The usernaame is "BURGERKING" and the password is "guest". Then click on BK 10867. Click on one of the cameras, download the application, and begin watching. If it doesn't work you'll probably have to use IE.

Since I am now greatly annoyed by Nationstates.net -forums and their idiotic discussions (euhm, why do you go there again? -.-) this time about 'how many continents are there' and their idiotic picking on small things, failing ot see the big picture, I am forced to conclude that there is one continent:
Eurmericafriasiaustrantica.
And who contradicts me gets to be on my idiots list: not for having a different opinion but for annoying me.