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Thursday, January 12, 2006

my niece gave me

a funny little

Christmas present:

"Boo Boo

Kisses" Adhesive

Banddages.

Cute hey?

6 comments:

Mr. Death said...: My God! That's what I was given by Lance's Mom. Those things are sooooo cute. ^_^
Bravo,
JV; Friday, January 13, 2006 6:31:00 p.m.
heiresschild said...: good morning pj,

that is so cute and sweet--the gift from your niece.

how about "mr. death." what a name, especially for such a young person. i wonder what that is about???

i have class this morning at 9:00am and will be leaving at 7:00am. thought i'd check out the blogs before i start getting ready. have a great day today.

peace & blessings,
sylvia; Saturday, January 14, 2006 2:40:00 a.m.
dragonflyfilly said...: yeah, i love the BooBooKisses, too nice to use, like an expensive wedding cake, eh?

Mr. Death is all about pain and early childhard trauma, his mom was murdered by a stalker when he was very young. He is only 17 now, so you can imagine the suffering and confusion. Compound that with this crazy materialistic world that we live in.

Just after my dad died, when i was 10, we found a black man lying in the veld, he was ozzing blood from various stab-wounds over his body. We called the ambulance, but it did not come for over an hour. I could not understand why it took so long to come because when my dad had his heart attack the ambulance was there in 15 minutes! The man died right there before our eyes...and it was only when i was much older i found out that the ambulance for him would come from the "black" hospital - he could not be taken to the hospital for whites - i mourned for years (every year when the memorial for my dad came around i relived this moment in time) and years for this stranger, who was just one of many black people who suffered from the injustices of the society at large.

I finally learned how to stop re-living this pain.

Sometimes it takes us a while to figure out how to stop re-traumatising ourselves, and until then we self-medicate, cut, and wander around in a maze of pain.

It's just too easy to judge.

Well, you asked, and i answered, in my long-winded way as usual.

I hope you have fun at school. Keep up the good work. I want to know how that is coming along?

Cheers for now, from at LAST! sunny Vancouver. (the people in North Vanc. are breating a sigh of relief).

love and light
pj; Saturday, January 14, 2006 10:07:00 a.m.
Mr. Death said...: I'm not THAT sad all the time....lol...I guuess it seems that way to everyone. I picked up the name from some kids making fun of my Goth-ness.
Cheers
JV; Saturday, January 14, 2006 7:56:00 p.m.
dragonflyfilly said...: JV; ref your post at my Blog (14th, 7:56 p.m.)
sorry...see, unfortunately we misinterpret sometimes; we miss out on the subtle nuances because we can't see each other's eyes and pick up cues from body language. Did you know that 95% of communication is non-verval, i.e. body language?

'nity nite
pj; Saturday, January 14, 2006 11:38:00 p.m.
Mr. Death said...: I heard that, yeah. No problem, really. ;)
Love
JV; Sunday, January 15, 2006 9:58:00 a.m.