krulleke

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from Leuven, Belgium

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    • Why

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      If only once I 'd find the words to say things right, the world would be a better place.
      Why does a helpful word from my mouth sound like an insult so often?
      Why do I always manage to hurt the people I care about most the worst?
      And why do I feel so empty and torn apart afterwards?
      Why do people refuse to hate me when I try to make them hate me, while I hurt them irrepairebly with something I didn 't mean to be that way?
      Why can 't I just always know what 's right?

      Oh God, why am I even typing this... Like anybody but me, somewhere deep down, knows the answers...

    • I have a dream...

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      Hey everybody,

      Below is a story I wrote for a very good friend of mine here in college, who was getting a little desperate because she is taking some of her courses for the second time, and still not feeling like she will make it through the exams. But I figured I could just as well share it with you, because it 's a story that applies to everybody who 's a bit, or very desperate for some reason. Feel free to post your comments, even - or should I say especially - if you think this story sucks.


      I have a dream... That ’s what I hear when I listen to the voice in my head. I imagine the one who belongs with that voice climbing onto barricades and then â€" with an emotion that ’s just right â€" carrying out his message further: “I have a dream...†Not too soft, not too loud. Confident. As a man, who ‘s name has been on the lips of all primary school children, has once done it. His words could fill books. And have done that, too. As the voice of a supressed and denied mass of second-choice citizens, that man wrote history. He didn ’t know that would happen when he started it. And maybe he never knew. But he did it.

      I’ll never be a history writer, and not even a journalist, although that too, was my dream once. A dream from the decade of the talking animals, as a fairy tale writer could say it. That ’s how I would say it, because it sounds good. And maybe, in my dream, I ‘m the one who writes the fairy tales.
      I ‘m the fairy tale writer who wanted to be a journalist, so that we could read the newspaper as if it were a fairy tale. The fairy tale writer who conjured up a smile on people ’s faces, with stories everyone knew were true. Because they were in the paper. And you could always trust the paper.
      Just like in every fairy tale, reality would be a quest. A quest with great ordeals. Big ideals, as well as painfully vulnerable hearts would catch huge bursts, for example in the heat of a fire-spitting dragon. And somewhere on his way, a somewhat unorthodox hero, who didn ’t think of himself as a hero, would wonder what the hell he was doing. But as always, the last words would be: “And they lived happily ever afterâ€Â. After all, that ’s how all the fairy tales end. And it was a fairy tale writer who wrote the newspaper.
      People would laugh at it. They would tell themselves and each other â€" but mainly themselves â€" that the land of milk and honey, where happiness always gets the last word, doesn ’t exist. That you don ’t have to believe everything that ’s in the paper. They would harass each other with bullets and bombs, and poisonous gasses and airplanes crashing into buildings, and envelopes with powder in them, and words.
      Words would be the worst of them all. Parents would teach their kids, siblings would teach each other, words like “dumbass†and “sissy†and “foolâ€Â. After that, they would scream: “You see? They ‘re just talking nonsense, in the paperâ€Â. And that would be even worse. Because eventually, people would forget that every story has a happy ending. They would forget to trust, that on the last page of every story, they would find that one particular little sentence: “And they lived happily ever afterâ€Â.

      I have a dream... And in my dream, there are no bombs or bullets, no poisonous gasses and most importantly, no such words. Journalists write the paper full of truly happened fairy tales. People cannot reproach each other, nor can they reproach themselves with anything, because they don ’t have words for that. And everybody goes looking for the pig blowing out every story, because that pig always brings the one sentence that makes them forget about even the hottest fire-spitting dragon: “And they lived happily ever afterâ€Â.

    • Exam (whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!)

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      OK, it 's not one of my habits to beg someone for something, but need breaks law:
      PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE will anybody who reads this put his/her thumbs up for me? I have this dreadful statistics exam comin' up (in about twenty minutes), and I don 't seriously think I 'm ever gonna make it. Unless I have a lot of luck, so PLAESE, wish me luck.
      I 'll let you guys know how it went... But be prepared for a disaster story.

    • Pour eux qui savent que c' est pour eux:

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      Probablement, les gens qui m' ont provoqué d' écrire dans mon journal en Français aujourd'hui, ne vont jamais le lire. Tout de même, je le fais. Peut-être que c'est infantile, parce que peut-être, je n 'avais rien à preuver. Mais quand quelqu'un qui ne peut lui-même, même pas produire une seule frase correcte dans cette langue, pense qu'il a le droit de m'insulter parce que moi, j' ose croire que nous sommes là pour aider l' un l' autre de temps en temps, je veux, je dois et je vais preuver, que ce soit seulement à moi-même, que ce n' était pas lui qui avait raison. Moi, je veux voir la plupart des Anglophones écrire quelque chose comme ça dans une autre langue que la leur...

      For those who don 't understand what the above is all about, even if they speak French fluently: Never mind. This was just me playing the unhappy child and trying to prove something to myself and certain others. By the way, if you have a little time left: Try to make a meaningful English phrase out of the following words:

      when a helps she thinks problem trouble Mary has doll her has

      Then decide if I'm a dumbass because I couldn't figure it out, and started asking myself if there was some other explanation for the word "doll" than the one I know.

    • Are you a native English speaker?

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      krulleke

      Hey guys,

      I don't think this is a very good reason to start a subject in a forum on thestrangerhood.com, but hell, I 've tried just about everything, so let 's give it a shot:
      For some strange kind of school assignment, I need to make a correct English sentence out of the following set of words:
      when a helps she thinks problem trouble Mary has doll her has

      I don't know about you, but to me, this doesn't make any sense. My question is: do I understand all these words correctly? And yes, I know that "to trouble" can also be a verb, but if Mary (or the doll, you never know) were troubled by something, and the sentence would want to say something about that, the word should be "troubles" (as a verb), shouldn't it?
      So I was wondering of on this particular occasion, maybe a doll is not what I think it is. Is there any of you who knows another meaning for this word?

      Thank you in advance!

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    • Ten ways to waste studying time...

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      1. Wake up two hours late in the morning, not realizing it because for once, you haven't forgotten to close the curtains, and in your half conscious state, you think it is still dark outside.

      2. Wait half an hour for the water in the shower to become even a little bit hot, so your toes won't freeze off standing under it, and finally realize they turn off the hot water on a Sunday because they think every student has gone home to see his/her parents.

      3. Find that terrific book you borrowed from the library yesterday and start reading that, promising yourself not to read more than one chapter, but ending up having read at least half of it an hour later.

      4. Finally get to that statistics book you wanted to study today, and get desperate because it 's of all subjects the one you hate most, while your reading tempo is dropping every minute.

      5. Promise yourself you can go eat something when you have finished chapter 7, and end up having a "very interesting conversation" with one of your housemates in the kitchen. Result: one more hour vanished.

      6. Go try to make some exercises on the statistics thing, and realize your calculator doesn't work anymore because the batteries need to be changed.

      7. Spend another half hour thinking about how to do this on your laptop, while you actually already know that 's impossible.

      8. Read on, fighting against boredom, and knowing that without having practiced it, you probably won't be able to remember it anyway.

      9. Go to thestrangerhood.com, notice the gay marriage topic has 25 new replies, and throw yourself onto that discussion again, even though there's nobody who will answer.

      10. Write an entry in your journal full of self-pitty, realizing that too cost you twenty minutes.

    • How some people fill up their free time

      14 years ago

      krulleke

      Today I had to go to the police station, and to be honest, I didn't have a clue what the hell that was all about. I'm not exactly the type of person that regularly wakes up in someone else 's bed in the morning, with a big black hole in my memory for the past 24 hours. So I figured it had to be a mistake.
      Only, it wasn 't: When I got there, it turned out that my being there had something to do with a minor bicycle accident about a month ago. Doing!
      I mean, that woman had nothing, and nor did her bike, except for her bell being broken, and so now, she turns out to have pressed charges against me, while strictly spoken, I didn't even violate the traffic regulations... She made a mistake just as much as I did.
      If you absolutely want a reason to complain, you can always find one....

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  • Comments (11)

    • SOLOBATTERY

      13 years ago

      Comment on my page if you are participating in the halo tournament on xbox live leave a yes or no your gamertag and a good time for you i would also appreciate your time zone or at least what time it is where you are so we can arrange it for next weekend because i wont be on till then(Damn Parents) anyways comment me with info
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    • SOLOBATTERY

      13 years ago

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    • texas982

      14 years ago

      We miss you. Come back!

    • jokingclown

      14 years ago

      If we gave all the starving people in the world duct tape, a period of unrivalled world peace would begin.

      I dont play videogames either, but for some reason, im obsessed with learning about them, although I own very few.

    • texas982

      14 years ago

      Holy crap, it's French.

      You're pretty respectful and I thank you for that. Kudos.

    • dancingtime

      14 years ago

      Or explosives

      I couldn't figure out the scentance in under a minute, so i gave up. Story of my life :p

    • NOVAmonkey

      14 years ago

      99% of the worlds problems can be solved in some whay by DUCT TAPE.

    • Taketoshi

      14 years ago

      K's Choice broke up?

      Damn...

    • lefty

      14 years ago

      White Oleander was ok, but kind of depressing.

    • DarkPhoenix

      14 years ago

      How good is White Oleander, got it the moment it arrived down here.

    • lefty

      14 years ago

      Welcome!

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