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In the big ... Ecce homo

Maybe you remember my three main resolutions taken at the beginning of the year: find an apartment (obtained in November), unhook my help and breaking celibacy.

June 19, 2006 Today the most important of these resolutions come to fruition.
I am admitted to a competition that makes me a real owner (well almost ... I still have paperwork to fill sensitive and one year probation to be successful ... I hope that everything will be okay because obstacle course is not quite finished).

remains the third resolution ... and there is not won ...

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"Ecce homo" is a post written last Thursday. I did not want to put it online but I forgot the reasons for this reluctance. So here ...

Ecce homo

standing near the cash register, waiting for my turn.
I hold in my hands a small transparent container with a few lettuce leaves. This reality seems suddenly so grotesque that, while listening to the insipid chatter of the two previous clients for me, I leave escape my mind.
I think my state of Rights:

Ecce homo.

so many millions of years of evolution to achieve this result shocking ...
On reflection I have not changed much since the days when I traveled on foot, hunched, the lands of Africa. The posture is certainly right, but the needs are the same: Eat, sleep, kiss. The order does not matter.
The world, it has changed.

In progress we revere all, we need comfort and safety.
Comfort and Safety ...
promised freedom, true, we are still waiting.

The greatest progress that I recognize is the lengthening of life expectancy. Should we
yet we rejoice? We are seeing more and more time at our inevitable decay, see our skin wilt, soften our bodies and our mental abilities inevitably decline.
Worse! We see, powerless, those we love, grow old and die at our feet. So we read in their eyes our own fear, our own end.

How many of us go out slowly, bedridden in a hospital claim, contemplating, day after day, the nice ass young nurses that we have the strength to honor? While passing on our tongues dry our toothless gums, then we vomirons this progress to longer term to our uselessness.

Ecce homo.

Back in my home, well away from my four walls, I eat this salad tastes without before I log on the net, one of many virtual channels of my prison Hi-Tech, this modern prison where I eat plastic and no more kisses.

Definitely my first African man is not far away.
Ecce homo
.

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Course ghost, run! But do not look back.

Nothing is more annoying, frustrating and stressful to miss his train the day of written test of an important competition.
Fix: To learn that the next train is removed is ultimately much more annoying, frustrating and stressful than the first situation.
Released from home at 7:30, I'm still at 8.15 on the station platform Sèvres Rive Gauche. At this precise moment I am aware that I have more than 45 minutes to reach the seventh floor of the test center based in Arcueil (take a map to account for distance).

gonna have rock you ass my little ghost!

The prospect of missing this event does not bother me unduly because I actually put on the internal competition whose writings were held shortly before the holidays. Obliged to deliver the courses and to revise the first contest I've had very little time to prepare the second (very academic and requires about six hours of daily preparation ... a real challenge for a teacher position).
If I had my way I do will not even moved. No ... the stakes are elsewhere. I promised my headmaster to introduce myself written today and I imagine him badly enough to admit that I unfortunately missed my train running ...
Rather than discredit me in the eyes of my superiors.

less than 43 minutes later I miraculously found myself at the bottom of the test center. Shortness of breath, shaky legs, I begin the ascent of the seven floors. From the fourth, while my lungs become inflamed, my heart seems suddenly to want to escape from my chest, banged my side, piercing my chest and finish the ascent alone before exploding into bloody sheaves at the top of the stairs as a toy Mechanical back too. I have this strange and unpleasant sensation of being suddenly became too narrow to contain his frenetic beats.
I pay at this time every Saturday and Sunday morning went to sleep late, eating buns, while brave joggers in shorts Tight Fluorescent ran through the woods that lie at the foot of my residence.
One day I'll be sporting ....

forehead perspiring j'atteints finally the doors of the examination room. It is 9 hours and 03 minutes but the issues have not yet been distributed. I'm saved. A friendly supervisor tries to make me give my name to guide me to my desk but I find myself unable to make any sound, my larynx letting out a terrifying whistling lungs. And say that I am non-smoker!
Seated at my table, cold and exhausted, the skull twisted by pain, I put more than half an hour to regain my senses.
The issue concerns the program of medieval history. Damn!
"Powers and governments in the Italian cities between the mid-XII and the mid-fourteenth century. "Without doubt
exciting but I nevertheless totally dry on the issue. The medieval history has always been my pet peeve and I, as usual, is the total dead in that period.
The die is cast, I can not take five hours on this issue.
After two small blackened pages, I await the moment of my liberation. At 11:38 (candidates can not go out after 2:30 that the early rounds) I copy the shortest book in my life and get permission and leave the room.
the verge of nausea, I found the heat of the RER but can not bring myself to regain my home. I need some fresh air and I'm hungry.
I leave the basement bowels of Paris at Châtelet and join the walk to the Opera district where I intend to enjoy a bowl of ramen (noodles served in broth is delicious ... and the best restaurants that offer this plate are installed near the Opera). En route I cross the Rue Saint Denis lined still some sex shops in which penetrate small bald men and cravats. Down the street, some old wrinkled whores and fat killer of libido, align the front porches of decrepit buildings, theaters daily profit "going back and forth between my kidneys .
Later, at a street corner I came face to face with a hard-faced man, broad forehead, the sunken eyes, hair flying. The way he bites his lower lip frantically makes me uncomfortable. I admit that this man scares me. Fear gives way to dread when I see that this individual is a reflection of my own person glimpsed in the window of a smoke shop clothes.
On these considerations I accelerate the pace, quickly swallowed my bowl of noodles and found the warmth of my apartment. Blinds, I lie down within minutes, close your eyes and tries to find the little redhead was smiling as he y 'a few years ago.

It is there, he smiled and waved his hand. I think this is a farewell.

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Questionnaire. Third and last part.

I feel very strangely relaxed, despite what awaits me on Thursday and Friday. Two days of written tests in the hope of obtaining eligibility CAPES (success in providing access to oral messages that take place end of June).
Since September the pace set by my school has been supported so that I could not seriously consider revising my. For some issues of program I have not opened a single book. I know that for this year's success to the CAPES is unthinkable but I still attend the tests in order to perform well with respect to my headmaster.
My last hope is based on the writings of internal competition that took place before the holidays and for which I still have some hope (the CAER has a program in line with the themes discussed with the students, unlike the CAPES who wants more academic ... even if my revisions were inadequate, the proposed topics rather inspired me ...).

Now following the questionnaire.

4 places I've lived:

I will mention only two because I have not moved much in my life. I am not a nomad.

- Boulogne Billancourt: A very nice city where I would like to return if the price was not as high.
Two important places, the apartment of my parents and that of my grandparents where I spent still quite some time.

- Sevres: During 15 years with my parents after their removal from Boulogne. It's a very nice city but a little too quiet my taste.
Since November I have finally found an apartment, my "home" that I missed so much.


4 TV shows:
I do not watch TV almost since some time. I rephrase the question in "4 shows I watched."

- The Info: Program vital. I like knowing what is happening in France and the rest of the world. The only issue that can make me turn on the TV these days.

- The horns of info: I have not watched the horns for a long time but this program is the symbol of freedom of expression reign in our country. Funny but not always essential to our Republic.

- Everyone's talking about: The only issue of Talk Show that I find enjoyable to follow. I have not looked for at least a year but they are good memories TV.

- Zapping. Nothing more annoying than being the only one not seeing the TV when everyone is talking about. Zapping can catch up easily.


4 resorts
- The country home of family, sold by my grandparents two years ago. A real tear as I was deeply attached to this place. I than I'm still not over and I still think that this sale was a big mistake.

- Quimper: The only place where I can relax. I go often alone, with few books, and I'm enjoying the quiet and air Breton to reconstitute myself.

- Sydney: I've spent 3 ½ weeks in the company of a class. I've seen students that two days before they go on holiday with their host families. The rest of the stay allowed me to really discover the city ... One memorable.

- Mauritius: A week with my parents on this fabulous island. I know now that heaven has a name.


4 websites

- DVDRAM : The essential site to keep abreast of cinema and DVD release. The forum is very nice.

- Geo Web History: Platform essential for teachers of history and geography. I find mostly ideas homework and activity sheets.

- The site of the Societe Generale Visit her online bank account is not necessarily a good thing ... but necessary.

- Allociné : Indispensable for organizing an outing cine. Indispensable I tell you.


4 places where I want to be.

- Sprawled in a soft armchair, a good book in the hands, good background music and feet against the fire of a fireplace. The farmhouse quoted above offered this to 60 km from Paris. I would so love me again today ...

- In the house my parents own near Quimper. However that's a little cold at this time.

- In a plane that would take me very far. No matter where as long as it hot.

- In a large bed, pressed against "Someone". Because let's face it, this place is as comfortable in the world.

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Questionnaire. Second part (The films).

Following the questionnaire.

Yesterday Lily called me at 21:30 when I had just put me to bed. This morning, on waking, my phone was placed near my pillow. Despite my efforts I can not remember the end of our conversation. It is likely that I fell asleep while listening. If this proves true, know that I am truly sorry my dear Lily.

As I am still pretty tired I just do not treat this evening again, that part of the questionnaire.

4 movies:

- Phantom of the Paradise. (Brian de Palma)
absolute masterpiece. Cult film par excellence.
While all this may seem a bit cheesy now and the lack of means is obvious but this movie is the biggest I have ever seen. The film
breaststroke themes very classic but so effective. Death, love, revenge, jealousy success and failure.
Directed inventive actor's memorable (the Phantom lets his emotions with only one eye ... Unbelievable.) Music and simply brilliant. What more could you want?

Today I just bought a new DVD edition that benefits from a new sound, very interesting bonus and a clean image.
The movie just ended and my forearm its still covered in goosebumps. Upsetting end to end.

The scene: When the Phantom, sitting at his keyboard, found his voice through the magic of technology and talent of Swan.

If you are 19 euros too much on your account is thus: Phantom of the Pradise.

- The Empire Strikes . (Irvin Kershner, and George Lucas)
I lost my father the age of 1 year. When I was a kid the only object that was bound was an old sword hanging on the living room wall. This is one of the only things I kept from him.
At 6 years old I discovered Star Wars and Empire Strikes including me literally returned. I realized in contact with the work of Lucas that cinema could take me further than I expected ... I then knew that the movies that the work of Belmondo.
I immediately identified with Luke who inherits his father's lightsaber and tracks her killer. When Luke discovers, in one memorable scene, the monster he wants to destroy the father he never knew I fell off my chair. And if one day I too could find it? As I was naive.

scene: "Luke, I am your father."

- The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A movie that nobody would take the risk of producing today. A musical swath and immoral, parodying the classic movie fantasy in which a young couple is trapped by an alien transsexual debauched.
cult!

The scene: The first appearance Further to Franck'n played by the brilliant Tim Cury. The two lovebirds Brad and Janet seek a telephone in this disquieting mansion ... they then fall on the owner, a distant cousin of Count Dracula, outrageous makeup and simply dressed in fishnet stockings and corset launched into an irresistible number of music hall libertine.
Cult.

- Hana Bi (Takeshi Kitano) .
The rare film Phantom of the Pradise that can make me cry every vision. A cop
burnt out, feeling guilty about the death of his teammate and helpless about the illness of his wife, discovers the generosity and offers to those he loves a little love ... in its own way.

The scene: The last fact. Two shots on a beach, off the field. The viewer does not attend the scene and did not know who are the victims. He discovers a few seconds later and could only cry. The film ends and he understands what the word means a masterpiece.
More than a movie, a work of art.

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Questionnaire bloggers. Part One. (Jobs)

Zia sent me a few days ago a questionnaire which I promised to respond. Unfortunately since last Tuesday I have not had much time to devote to this blog. Between councils class, filling ballot boxes and the correction of various prints and white (a nice scoring session held my Saturday from 11:30 to 22:00. Hard!) days marched without my noticing. As for my Sunday, it was devoted to the supervision of an exit on Disneyland kind invitation of some students in the fourth.
week has just begun and I am so exhausted that a Friday night ... it promises!

Let's start with the four jobs that marked me the most ... and let's be frank here cited the four jobs are my own experiences.

- Secretary. Little work
holiday. I attended for a month the Director of Communication of a large box which was working my financial stepfather while the secretary was taking regular vacations. Pretty cool job. Once the mail sorted most of taf was to answer the phone ... This one does not often confess myself ringing is royally sucks.
I do not remember much at all other screensavers on the PC with whom I spent the time to have observed every detail of the ceiling for hours, wandering the stage my desk, squatted room frequented assiduously copying and toilets tiled with marble. Upstairs in the same direction the toilet asserted the superiority of those working there ... point paper towel to wipe his hands, but small white towels for single use. I also remember a fascinating discussion with the director of the com. on Clouds he watched from the top of the tower. I think he liked me.

- Employee Prefecture. Again
holiday job. I held several positions over the years. When I found myself during one month window of undocumented I understand how men and women could suffer in our beautiful country. So I rubbed a real social deprivation (particularly financial and legal) who made me aware of my own luck. Jen went out mess with my.
I remember in particular two cases. One was Algeria. The day I told him through my little window of protection the rejection of his application for a residence permit, he stood up and told me, before turning on his heel, he would be murdered once they return the country. Bluff? Anyway it shakes when you have 19 years.
The second was a couple from Cambodia, which the man and the woman collapsed in tears in front of me. ... Not tears of distress, but tears of joy when I announced to them that they could finally claim a residence permit and therefore lawfully leave a few weeks in their home countries to review their son they don ' had not held in their arms for over 15 years. I held little of my own tears.
I also remember a young colleague, assistant were just like me, who had developed a passion for letters of denunciation that we receive every day. Every night he eagerly stripped and delectation. Y rethink makes me sick.
The experience lasted only a month but was especially distressing.

- Teacher.
During my years of replacements (which still endure), a headmaster satisfied with my services to college offered me a job as a teacher for a few weeks. Sick leave of the lady which I substituted lasted much longer than expected and I was kept in my office about three months.
The first weeks were a real treat. I liken the rest to hell. I finally poorly supported being locked whole day with the same children and I have quite conspicuous by my incompetence in the arts. Achieving a gift for Mother's Day was for me an insurmountable challenge.

- Professor of History and Geography.
I have both enjoyed in difficult schools and privileged. I get along with students and the profession gives me great personal satisfaction.
The price is a personal investment (time and energy) very heavy. Admittedly I'm being paid for 18.30 from ... what seems to many people totally ridiculous but working upstream and downstream is considerable. I'm not complaining but I sometimes suffer from lack of consideration of certain business that summarize the two-month summer vacation ...
Honestly I do not stay all my life teacher. The following

tomorrow ...

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a Saturday night. Vade Retro

Saturday.

19:00.
For the first time in three months time I'm at my parents for dinner. Less than ten minutes later, following the absorption of a cocktail made with the means at hand (rum, lemon, clementine pressed sugar cane ... something truly undrinkable) I am officially drunk. Slumped in the leather sofa listening to conversations and avoided as much as possible to participate. In my state I can not align three words without starting a spin that does not fail to amuse my brother. I do find my mind that when clearing the table.
Through the kitchen window I can make Paris and its lights. Calling the city is strong tonight.

23h30: Back to my home I see that asshole was parked in my parking space. I'm so out of the confines of my home to find a place in one of the adjacent streets.
While returning to my apartment, I rant, I smoke, I grumble, but eventually abandoned the idea of deflating the tires of the intruder. Writing a scathing letter to me a little quiet the nerves and allows me to think more calmly to my evening. I picked up the little cash lying around in my living room and anoint me slightly before resort.
Once outside, I slide the ticket under the wipers venomous of the aforementioned asshole. Needless act but I know that relieves ...
I put the contact, increase heat and turn up the sound of my car radio. Paname direction.

0:20: I go into the Emergency Room Bar, just steps from the Pantheon. I have to wait more than one half hour to find a seat at the bar. A place .... The word is a bit much; say a few square centimeters sufficient to raise my glass and an elbow. Around me restless youth. I must be the only person not accompanied by the establishment and I do not feel in my place. When I point to a group of guys where the table waiting for their companions, a young man turns to me and throws me this terrifying sentence:
"Thank you sir. "Am I
air that old? I am now seen as an anachronistic entity?

03:00 am: I walk alone in the streets of Paris to get some fresh air mind. I'm not drunk, but I need fresh air. Having toured the Pantheon I pass the gates of the Luxembourg Gardens while carefully examining the photographs are hung. While walking I try in vain to remind myself of some verses of the poem of Aragon "Is this how people live," whose title is the underlying theme of the exhibition. I loose my memory these days.
A light rain begins to fall. My thin leather jacket, under which I do not wear a T-shirt, does not protect me enough from the cold night.
It's time to go.

04:00: Lying in my bed I can not sleep. Reading, failing to guide me to sleep at night helps me wrong. I
dark at around 05:00.

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I just learned that to burn the 530 kcal provided by the 100 grams of salted peanuts j'ingère that every night I have to choose between:

- Walk for 3 hours and 32 seconds (not 31 "You Do not Mess with kilocalories).
I own a car and I do not use it to decorate my car. My twingo take the bad.

- Swim for 66 minutes.
I live too far from the beach (unless you go there on foot or by bicycle ... stupid idea because once there the elimination of calories dip would be rendered useless by the preliminary efforts). I do not intend to swim in the Seine and I do not have the necessary swimsuit "mold dick" required to wade into the broth of my chlorinated swimming pool. (By the way I hate swimming pools. I feel like a tea bag in a cup infusing oversized. Drinking water from the pool always gives me the sensation of tasting a brew man. Simply disgusting).

- Read 8 hours 50 minutes. Already
more within my reach but 8 hours is 8 hours ... still very long ... I'd

curious to know other equivalences of this kind. ... Random Sample: How many parts of legs in the air must be carried out to remove 100 grams of peanuts (and retailer: How many calories for a reciprocating or cunnilingus implemented).
same time, let us be lucid, if I had a sexual partner I would not spend my evenings eating those crap while drowning myself in the pineapple juice.

It is time to slow down on salted peanuts. Damage.

PS: I take this post to shout my hatred for dietitians and dietetics in general.

PPS: For readers who have had a few calories to lose my mail is always available in my profile.

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Peanut junkie.

Sadly. Last few days my fridge is as empty as the skull of a militant Le Pen (father-daughter) / Megret / villiéristes (delete as appropriate). Some yogurts are obsolete duel against a bottle of Perrier without gas and an old tube crushed concentrate tomato. Food gladiators of modern times. Height of forfeiture, I ran out of peanuts and pineapple juice that I was hooked since my move.

The idea to attack me with numerous copies (I already know all poorer as each other even before they have read) piled up in my library does not enchant me. Furthermore I'm running out of red pen, must-have accessory of the agent that I am correcting. The Jedi Knights have their light sabers, their batons cops, prostitutes, their tops ... me my red pen that I carry around everywhere. As student I hated them, now I detest.
Cornered, facing the inevitable event of the races monthly, I resolve to go on a commando mission in one of these modern temples of consumption that are Auchan stores. Velizy 2 me here!

Equipped with a caddy to hold a disproportionate unable trajectory (they are designed well? As far as I can remember I think I never met with a knowing roll of the right gear), I mixed with many other pilgrims ready Stripping their bank accounts in exchange for some food. I pile in bulk packs of water bottles fruit juice, meat, rice, fish, bread, household products, various spices, spray de-icer for my car (why am I dumb to realize this purchase as winter ends? I just spent the last months Scratch snow up to scratch my windows and I buy this product now rendered useless by the seasonal thaw. My own stupidity overwhelms me).
At a bend radius in the heart of the deli area, I came face to face with a charming blonde fingering big dry sausages over a glass counter. This scene provokes in me a furious, irrepressible but unsuccessful push lewd. It is possible that this night I dream of being a sausage hanging that would fiddle with all clients of the supermarket.
Once completed checkout and grade (saltwater) set, I load my car back and wander around the mall Velizy. All around me restless young or old women I wish for most knowing never be able to own them. It seems that fashion is the skinny jeans. Hallelujah! Bless fashion! I note with some chagrin that I send the number of looks for women that I meet that finds echoes among older women and all particularly bourgeois ass tightly. Should I consider a switch in the branch Gigolo? All the girls below 25 years seem to ignore me completely. (NB in my dream deli only women under 25 years will come to me fiddle).

For the umpteenth time since the beginning of the holidays I go through a shop Marionnaud to test some fragrances for men. As usual, I come away undecided, a different scent on each wrist and paper testers fill their pockets. After this visit I think I want one who could match me. It remains to find how well I could bottle it out ...

Back home I sit in my sofa futon with a good book. The dinner that accompanies this moment of relaxation that is more frugal. On the menu, salted peanuts, pineapple juice and four squares of chocolate milk. Living alone is sometimes painful ... especially for liver and stomach.

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Epilogue.

The sun shining through the canopy and the yard floods me a gentle warmth and caring. Accompanied by Miss A and a handful of colleagues I have to pay a final tribute to JP whose coffin throne on the altar of the chapel.
JP, to be faced with exemplary courage, finally bent knees before His Majesty the King Crabs, winner of a battle won in advance.
fucking crustacean.

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Ground control to Major Tom.

The road that connects the home of my parents at my home through a dark wood and dense. Some evenings, like today, I crush the throttle more than it takes to climb the steep tree-lined blackened and twisted by the ink night in which they are embedded. Before me, a column of bitumen rises like a monstrous eel j'éblouis that by my lights dim light. I therefore raise the back of my skull on the warm velvet of my lies head sink into my seat and let my car go up the coast alone. Sometimes I dare close my eyes a few seconds to more fully savor this moment of drunkenness mechanics. Outstretched arm, I guide my car with one hand to the top of the hill where stands the great gate of the municipal cemetery. The slightest movement of the shoulder, however small, is reflected immediately in my arms then on the wheel, causing very slight yaw. Reaching the end of the road, finding the light of street lamps, I slowed down and adopt more responsible conduct. Fleeting sensation, exhilarating and illegal to take off straight toward the sky in a roar of engines, staring at this ocean black crush me, dreaming of hugging Nut and drown me in the folds of her skin sky.

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Storm in brushing.

Yesterday one of my students has blown a lead early in my course. Unprecedented situation that has left the class silent stupor. For my part I confess that this event yet harmless really shook me.
few weeks ago, Jean-Charles joined Terminale S where j'officie as professor of History and Geography. For health reasons on which Parents do not want to linger when I met him (the young man is subject to severe anxiety attacks) JC has decided to change schools to prepare your tray at all serenity. JC
the specimen is typical, or even caricature, of high school come from a posh suburb. Brushing, jacket and matching pants, little gingham shirt, polished shoes. Only thing missing for the perfect mix of young neuilléen that the membership card of the fan club of Nicolas Sarkozy. JC speaks with elegance and openly displays the ambition to integrate Science-Po after graduation his high school diploma. In short, a boy certainly nice but whose personality has immediately attracted the indifference or even hostility from the rest of the class where the atmosphere is rather relaxed in even though most other kids are from the same environment .
Yesterday morning, while the students joined their place and I was leaving my satchel containing the red cardboard sleeve over my terminal, JC approached the desk and stood up facing me. While he was passing me rambling about an oral that would have been imposed the previous weekend, I watched an eye large drops of sweat beading on his forehead and followed with another unusual rolling his eyes in their sockets, physiological evidence of his obvious mental disorientation. From time to time JC stopped in the middle of a sentence and stared at me with his eyes suddenly motionless. While I tried to see clearly in his remarks and offered him a ride to the infirmary to lie down for a moment, the charming class representative passed him to join him. While continuing to stare me he raised his right arm and grabbed the girl by the shoulder to push violently away. This gesture gratuitous violence, coupled with his look haggard knotted my stomach. The class representative remained silent and watched with amazement concern our exchange surreal. Responding to the provocation she dared interrupt us to tell him of his thinking. While staring at me JC shouted against him:
- "You go to your place! "The class
froze. A heavy silence fell upon the classroom while BC, now silent, still staring at me. I then pointed to two students and came hard, using my sweetest voice, to convince the young man to reach the infirmary. He resisted a bit but ended up following my advice. Head down, under heavy escort, shirt soaked with sweat, he left the room. I saw in his eyes that he was lost.

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Living. The woman

Do not worry, I'm still alive.
If no new messages, animating my blog is just that these days I have no desire to write. Driving my twingo I write every day for new posts that I am unable to type once back in my apartment. When I force myself to write the result is bad (my last production was a disaster). So I abstain. Theoretically this pause is temporary but I do not know when I stopped. One week, one month, one year? Who knows?

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puzzle (revised).

Lily is my wife puzzle. Every day I collect the photos she sent me and tries to redial on my computer screen. I have all the essential elements of his anatomy. I know his face, his belly, his back, his black hair, her breasts, buttocks, her hips, her thighs, her sex, her feet and arms. The digital parts of this puzzle should shameless allow me to have today a complete picture of my dear Lily. Nevertheless, I still very difficult to develop a complete picture of the person. When I close my eyes I see an assemblage of images whose unity is beyond me.

For some reason I will not expose here, our physical meeting has been postponed to the end and I felt a terrible frustration. Obsessive torments me constantly, that of taste and smell her flower without waiting for the fruit she promised me.
Until we simply Long telephone conversations interspersed occasionally by carelessness sensual, imagining together our first contact outside the virtual space.

forced abstinence imposed by the current situation really painful to me because my ferocious sexual appetite has been tremendously stimulated by erotic telephone blunders of the past weeks. ( Crystal Ship Sailor ). This week, Miss A, charming and modest young lady in love with my person, has also failed to undergo the wrath of my libido. It is not so little that I have the opportunity to be tipped on my futon.
few days ago, A. indeed contacted me to offer me an output drive. Given the paucity of programs we have decided to postpone the release until the following week. While we were about to hang up my male hormones took over and made a proposal to my correspondent that I now quite ambiguous. Why does she not come home that evening, watching a DVD and keeping me company? His refusal
, preceded by a long moment of hesitation, did not surprise me beyond measure but I am convinced that I had only to push it a little bit to convince her to join me.
With hindsight I think I was right not to insist further. If Miss A. took the risk of being thrown into the lion's den I might take the opportunity to try something with it despite my lack of feelings towards him ... and while thinking of my dear Lily. We all escaped.

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Day Crab.

This morning, on entering the staff room, I immediately felt something was amiss. In this small, smoky room where teachers are waiting for the end of recess, the atmosphere is usually relaxed, even schoolboy, let alone the eve of a weekend.

Today the atmosphere was simply a disaster. I joined in silence one of the few vacant seats wicker while some colleagues greeted me with a pained smile and forced. Others do not even look m'accordèrent, eyes lost in the distance or simply attached to the ceiling or on their shoes.

Only once installed I discovered that the object of attention. C, very corpulent music teacher, was surrounded by his four colleagues talking in low voices. One of them gently encircled her neck while slipping him a few words in his ear. When freed himself from this embrace, I have come across a brief moment her eyes that I froze.
His eyes misted and reddened by tears, shouted "at relief.
Lost, I tried to understand the situation with me clinging to a few snippets of conversation exchanged in whispers by C. and those around him. She spoke in a news to share with his son's efforts to regroup and hold back the tears, of his intention to give battle to the end.
Miss A's mother confirmed my worst fears. A damned crab had taken up residence in the liver of C. and this, briefing the previous day by his doctor, had to share it with friends.
I'd love to get up and shake my arms out loud through the 120 pounds of pain and anxiety but it is something I'm not. I see people suffer capsized but I'm still not what those who know how to find the appropriate words and gestures.

few minutes later I heard that JP mentioned a few weeks ago on this blog (the post 22-10), when to him was going through his last days, also devoured from within by death-grip. The day before, I had been on the phone, where a pasty see, he assured me that he felt much better. I had so wanted a good year before I realized my blunder. The guy seems to hang on despite the dark shadow that hangs over his hospital bed. It will disappear soon unless I've never heard him complain of his condition. Here's what to me makes sense of the word "courage."

Some days, the ephemeral nature of our existence and jumps me violently in the face and immerse myself in agony the next day. As the years pass and I realize my end very close and that of my family.
Men are definitely not made to die.