Squash in Egypt

They’re not really vases…They’re square shaped glass bottles and she said they put kittens in them and let them grow inside so they were squashed against the glass…people would buy them and put them on a table O>O Is this true and is there a picture ?
Thanks, that’s what i was thinking =// She was saying about things people spends looads of money on when there are people all over the world who don’t even have a home to live in. I think it was just to make us see how much money people would give for useless things ….

Not true.

The kittens would have to be fed. And, if fed, they’d eventually have to poop.

Where would the poop go?

Maybe the teacher is trying to make you think for yourselves and forcing you to question what doesn’t make sense. Ask your teacher what happens to the poop.

Pierre….
Staring down the barrel of a gun makes it hard to think. What makes it even harder is that the
man holding the gun is ready to pull the trigger at any moment, without an ounce of thought. That man with no regard for human life was Bars; no one really knew his real name. I doubted any sane person would want to hold a conversation with him long enough to find out. I didn’t dare move, knowing that I could get blasted away in a split second. I wasn’t scared, however. Most people would be, but I wasn’t. Events like this were common in my life. I barely even breathed; so many thoughts ran through my brain. The alley, which I was in, was completely hidden, wedged between two vacant buildings. Cars zoomed past. If the drivers of those cars had seen us, which I doubt they did, they would have simply continued on their route like they hadn’t. We were completely alone.
“Who you rep?” Bars asked gripping the gun tighter.
Thinking over my response carefully, I replied, “I don’t rep anyone.” Claiming any gang besides
his meant certain death. Not once did he look away from my face. His cold, hate filled eyes stared into the pit of my soul. I forced myself to look back, making sure I showed no signs of fear or intimidation. These were two things they thrived in. Fear was what kept them in control. He looked me over carefully and reluctantly lowered his gun.
“I’m just passing through.”
Bars slowly stepped aside so I could pass by. I walked by him and breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Walking down the alley, I knew that was the last time I would be taking any shortcuts.
I stuck my key in the lock and tried to open the door to the apartment. The key didn’t turn. I
jiggled it a little and the door clicked unlocked. I threw my books on the sofa and headed straight for the fridge. Passing by the counter, I saw a piece of paper hidden under some magazines. It was a notice saying that the rent was late. Papers like these were as familiar as the bills themselves. They were just another one of life’s little reminders telling me and mom that we weren’t doing any better than the day before. I opened the fridge; there wasn’t much in it. There was a Chinese take-out box squashed in the back. Finally, food. I reached in and pulled it out. I opened the small, cubed shaped box only to be met with disappointment; it was empty. Disgusted, I tossed the box in the garbage. I closed the fridge and settled for some dry cereal and juice; we were out of milk. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. After channel surfing for awhile I came to the conclusion that nothing was worth watching. The worst thing on was the news. Nothing good ever shows up on the news. Robberies, drive-bys, and rape. All news is bad news. I turned the TV off, thinking I might as well take a look at my homework. I rummaged through my book bag and located my crumpled homework assignments. History: Summarize the American Revolution. English: Summarize today’s lesson. I balled up the history paper and threw it towards the garbage can. SWISH! I thought studying the past was pointless; it was all about now. You can’t change the past and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I flattened out my English homework, got a notebook and pen from my book bag and began writing.
To me, writing is easier than talking. I can lose myself writing, but if I have to express my
feelings verbally I won’t know where to start. Writing is my get away. Writing and music is all I have, but music is my true passion. It helps me get through the hard times. When I listen to music it takes me away. I feel weightless and free. I love any type of music. Rap, R&B, jazz, soul, and instrumental. It’s all good. I’ve never played before but I know if I learned I would be great. That’s my ticket out of here, but that’s wishful thinking. Once you’re here you don’t leave. The events of life remind me of that constantly. Where I come from is a prison. Brooklyn. It’s a prison without walls and bars. Where the sentence is life and there’s no bail. If you do make it out you don’t ever look back. That’s how life here goes.
I’m not scared of much. But then again you can’t be. They see your fear and they turn it against
you. Fear can get you killed. I wasn’t trying to die anytime soon. Dying is one of the few things I am scared of. I always wondered how I would die and what happens afterward. Is there a life after death or is everything just a dark open space? The scariest part was not knowing. I hated not knowing. I didn’t know how, where, or when. I was completely clueless. I guess I wasn’t scared of dying. I was scared of not being in control of my own life. That’s where the fear lied. Like I said, fear can get you killed. I told this to no one. They would laugh or they wouldn’t listen. Who could I tell anything to? There was no one I could talk to. I was completely alone yet surrounded. The only person who I was remotely connected to was my Mom. She was the only person I had. My dad left a month

Oh, wow, this is really good!
You made me want to read the whole thing with just a small introduction. Hoorah for you!
Introductions usually bore me to tears, but yours was very captivating and suspenseful!
It’s amazing. You have a real talent.
Give yourself a high five!

okay hi so i play soccer in the fall and run xcountry. in the winter i train in the gym. in the spring i run xcountry and play softball. I play tennis in the summer. for fun i play lax, basketball, and swim. Here is what i want to know… what other sports do you suggest for me? i like to run distances and NOT to be tackeled or anything like that. I won’t play basketball because it’s to late for me to start now (don’t ask). i don’t think i will play lax, and i might take swimming lessons in the winter though. I want a winter sport so here are my ideas, paddle squash and swimming. any other suggestions? i want at least one sport per season so i am open to adding more. thanks bye!

Gymnastics because it is the hardest

before you suggest telling the principal, read this.
1. In the summer, it was 30°c the one of the hottest day that year: he got a huge fan out and pointed it at himself.
2. He is constantly telling me to shut up becouse i have an opinion on what is being discussed.
3. he shows off and thinks he is funny, when he really just is not in the slightest, and everyone laughs, mainly nerds, gets his squash racket out and starts playing during lessons, try’s to play the violin, during lessons.
4. he thinks he is the most amazing person in the world.
5. i recently bought a new pair of head phones, good ones, instead of the ones that hurt and came free with my ipod. I was wearing them around my neck and had forgotton completely and he told me to remove them, along with " how can you walk around with those stupid things on? ". and through the whole lesson he would not stop, permission to say, taking the p1ss out of me and them for the whole hour of the lesson, i went to borrow some glue from harvey he shouts " ALEX! GET ON YOUR HEADHONES AND RIDE THEM BACK TO YOUR PLACE!" in front of the whole class, and they found it hilarious and i didnt.

the only time i have got back at him a bit was when someone repeated a funny scientific name he had just pronounced for us. he spun around and shouted at me for 5 whole minuets. "your stupid, ignorant, selfish, disturbing, etcetc" i got moved away from cherise, and my friend aris stood up to him, he said " sir, you just put alex down for no reason, in front of the whole class. you didnt need to do that." and he bellowed " why not! he is disrupting my lesson!" aris replied" sir; it wasnt alex." his face dropped and he immidiatly apologized and moved me back. he was nice to for the rest of the lesson. but i would not accept his apology. he really did upset me that day, for no reason what so ever.

so you see, i need to really embarass, and annoy him the best i can and i dont care what we have to do, please will someone suggest a really good comeback for when he shouts at me or a prank we can play to really cheese off this guy. thanks,
-alex

plastic explosives

The surge in bank failures and home foreclosures that is. Are the billionaire globalists succeeding in killing off that pesky middle class?

You know, those grotesque peasants also known as the American middle class? It’s where challenges to the ruling elite have always originated. It’s the same greasy rubes whose ape-like counterparts two centuries ago overthrew the French aristocracy just because they didn’t want to "eat cake".

Well, that middle class is getting all uppity again. Can’t we just, like, murder them or something? Something has to be done about the threat they pose to the ultra-wealthy. Someone needs to teach the average American a lesson, because they seem to be forgetting their place in this world yet again. Is the current economic collapse succeeding in squashing them like a fat spider so that the ruling elite may continue to rule unimpeded as they have been since the beginning of time?

ruling elite are mutli national now.. so they dont really give a crap about the country.. flag etc.. only the almighty euro.. (haha thought i was gonna say dollar didnt you!) In fact for nafta.. WTO etc. to succeed.. they have to destroy the constitution.. so they can reform everything into one world.. with them at the top.. the rest of us chipped for tracking and control purposes.. basically slaves to their new corporate govt.. the NWO..

bush’s daddy even said it was coming.. they have been traitors since they helped kill JFK.

This dream may be very very strange to you, as I am 16 and have aspergers syndrome; but please try and follow me as well as you can. Here we go:

So I start in this HUGE landscape full of rolling hills and sandy plains. All of a sudden i’m next to a house, then I start to walk away from it. My step-mother appears out of nowhere and starts threatening me and cursing at me for no reason. Then all of a sudden I appear inside a volcano. I’m walking along and the deeper I get the creatures that I meet get scarier and scarier. Out of nowhere this crazy over-sized wolf just barely attacks me with his toxic-like fangs, then I wake up.
I proceed to fall back asleep as it was only 5am. I’m still in the volcano and the creatures get even scarier. They range from grayish brown blobs of goop to mountain like slime with incredibly disoriented faces. For some reason, I keep on going while everyone behind me runs away scared out of their minds. I hear screaming and yelling as people are getting murdered and dismembered like it’s the holocaust times 5. Skyscrapers in the volcano proceed to slowly get eaten up by the disjointed blobs. The volcano starts to erupt and rocks below me are separating, revealing the magma below. I try to run away but the rocks and lava keep rising. I turn and run the wrong direction while other people run through a hole in the volcano. I see my 20 year old sister get killed as she falls into a pit of magma. The rocks and magma push me into the walls of volcano and I proceed to get squashed, then I wake up again.
It was 6am, not wanting to fall asleep again, I still did. I then was watching a really funny video with something to do about aliens disguised as humans coming to earth and trying to teach me and my sister a valuable lesson about who knows what. Shortly thereafter, I appear inside the video I was watching but this time with a little twist. While driving with the aliens in a convertible through retro looking hills, they started making love right in front of me, but it looked like 16-bit sex that comes out of a SNES. Quickly, I jump ahead to a beach with me and the aliens and my 2 sisters driving with me. For a strange reason, we crash and roll down a hill into a gloomy harbor. I had a dream just like this about 2 years ago which I amazingly recall, in that dream I proceeded to freeze to death in the pool, but this time we all manage to wash up to a beach totally randomly. The aliens and my sisters "teleported" to a small shack near the beach. As I walked through the beach it was really populated with a bunch of people lying on the sand relaxing.
I finally got to the shack and the alien revealed himself as a mix of an alien and predator from the movie "AVP". I then realized I was again recalling another dream I had a year ago, but with a few things different. I was looking at some sort of incredibly modern control interface with all sorts of buttons and controls. The alien spoke to me and said "what makes you a quality leader?" I then described to him how good of a leader I was and these numbers on the control interface started to rise. In the dream I had a year ago, the numbers rose to 42% "leader". This time it rose to 76.8% "leader". He than interrupted me and said "If you think you’re such a good leader then why don’t you control this and prevent it from happening!!" "These are the buttons you need to press, pull, turn, and press the yellow button!". The button said "prevent peace". He then proceeded to turn a knob with a timer on it and said "I give you 2 minutes!". He stormed off. I started hearing something from a microphone near me and said "This is colonial *blurred out voice* can anyone hear me?" His image was projected on the monitor near me. He and this other alien were both arguing whether or not to destroy the home planet of the AVP alien. I was trying to talk and voice my opinion and tell them what’s right but I couldn’t, my mouth felt numb. All of a sudden the planet on the monitor explodes and the AVP alien rushes in and shouts "how could you do this to me?!" A gravity hammer from Halo 3 was sitting right next to him and I decided to kill him. I picked up the hammer and just as I was about to chop is head off everything flashed and it skipped ahead to 10 seconds later, with his head lying on the ground while I remained woundless. I woke up shortly after, totally dazed and confused as to what the hell just happened.

So anyone want to give this monster of a dream a shot and explain this for me?
How can this dream POSSIBLY be something I just think about out of the blue? Way too complex.
I don’t play video games.

The dream infers that your disability has too much control of your waking life. you rely too much on PC games etc to give you excitement and "freedom". You need to get out and improve the quality of your life. Most people have a disability of some sort, either physical or mental, so don’t think you are alone in a world full of "healthy" people without encumbrances.

Perhaps you should do some volunteer work at a disabled children’s home and see what it is like to be really disabled, unable to walk or talk properly. Maybe visit the Cancer Hospital and see how people "live" not knowing when their time will come to a stop.

Apergers Syndrome is not a problem that will stop you from meeting people. It is only you, and your negativity of it that stops you from participating in the real world.