Pride and Prejudice

Pride and Prejudice is not only a love story. This story is more about the live in the eighteen century, when the women don’t have equal right to the man. In this movie telling the story how one mother of five girls tries to marry them to reach man. Moreover between all this messes one of her daughter Elizabeth found love with Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy is a man of upper class who bellied that Elizabeth is just untested from men’s fortune. And every time he met her, he give her questions to proof before him that he is right. However, with every meeting and every little conversation he became more in love with her.
My favorite moment in this move is when Mr. Darcy tells Elizabeth that he loves her and proposed to her. Unfortunately Elizabeth just understands that he was responsible for separation of Elizabeth’s sister and his friend Mr. Benet and other thinks. She rejects him.
In that part5 it was raining and it was very romantic.

My faiverit seen in the book

My favorite moment in the book "The perks of being a wallflower" is when Charlie chooses presents to everybody for charismas. He did not get very enthusiastic presets, but gives for every one something that they will remember him. In that way I think he felt like a part of the whole group. On this day something else happened to - Sam kissed him. And Charlie felt really happy for the first time.I am not sure whish book is my favorite, I have read allot. I thick Ernest Hemingway is very good author and every body should read some of his book. Right know I try to finish “Death in the Afternoon” the author illustrates that bullfighting as the way of live and thinking not only in the ring, but also inside the bullfighter.

PERKS

Smells Like Teen Sprint by Nirvana

Load up on guns
Bring your friendsI
ts fun to lose
And to pretend
Shes overboard
Myself assured
I know
I know
A dirty word
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea
Im worse at what
I do best
And for this gift
I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea
And I forget
Just what it takes
And yet
I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
Its hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

Beatles - Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly
Blackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Vapour Trail by Ride

First you look so strong,
Then you fade away.
The sun will blind my eyes,
I love you anyway.
First you form a smile,
I watch you for a while.
You are a vapour trail,
In a deep blue sky.
Tremble with a sigh,
Glitter in your eye.
You seem to come and go,
I never seem to know.
And all my time,
is yours as much as mine.
We never have enough,
Time to show our love.

Asleep by the Smit

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
Im tired and i
I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Dont try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone
Dont feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I dont want to wake up
On my own anymore

Sing to me
Sing to me
I dont want to wake up
On my own anymore

Dont feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go

There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...

Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...

Hey You Pink Floyd

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me
Hey you, standing in the aisle
With itchy feet and fading smile
Can you feel me
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me
Hey you, with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Baby Come Back from Player

Spending all my nights,
All my money going out on the town
Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
But when the morning comes,
I'm right back where I started again
Trying to forget you is just a waste of time

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again
How I wish to God that you were here

Now that I put it all together
Give me the chance to make you see
Have you used up all the love in your heart
Nothing left for me, ain't there nothing left for me

We Are The Champions from Queen

I've paid my dues -
Time after time -
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it -
I thank you all -

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -

ENGLISHMAN IN NEW YORK from STING

I don't take coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Santeria from Sublime

I dont practice santeria
I aint got no crystal ball.
I had a million dollars but id,
Id spend it all.
If I could find that heina and that sancho that shes found,
Well Id pop a cap in sancho and Id slap her down.

What I really wanna know,
My baby, what I really want to say I cant define.
Well its love,
That I need, oh ,
But my soul will have to,
Wait till I get back and find heina of my own.
Daddys gonna love one and all.

I feel the break,
Feel the break,
Feel the break and I got to live it up,
Oh, yea huh, well I swear that i.
What I really wanna know, baby,
What I really want to say I cant define.
That love make it go,
My soul will have to...

What I really wanna say,
My baby,
What I really wanna say is Ive got mine.
And Ill make it, yes, Im comin up.

Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddys got a new .45.
And I wont think twice to stick that barrel straight down sanchos throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
What I really wanna say is theres just one,
Way back,
And Ill make it, yea,
But my soul will have to wait.
Yea, yea, yea

What is your expeshan abot Charlie

The book “The perks of being a wallflower is about a boy named Charlie. The author of the book Chbosky tells the story through Charlie’s letter to a friend. He didn’t put his back address, so this friend to don’t know who Charlie is. Charlie stared to write this letter after a friend of him, Michael kill himself. That was very emotion for Charlie and he did cry a lot. One guidance counselor told him that he suspect may be Michael had problems at home and don’t have anybody to talk with about that. I think this is the reason he stared this letter. He choused this particular friend because he assume that he will understood him. In the beginning he just told this friend about this tragic story. Nevertheless, with every follow up letters he stared to be more open and told him about his life and filings. Thinks like….one gay Dave raped a girl and he couldn’t beet hem up and he decided to let the air out of Dave’s tires. Also about the boy who hit her sister in the face. As well, how he cached his sister with the same boy naked. Plus a story about his friend Patrick and Brad, which story by the way, he promised to don’t tell any one. However I like Charlie, because he is ones and even he sad he write about himself in a funny way. He knows that he is a strange gay and tries to fit in this world. By the way like every teenager on his age. And after he stared to writ this letter he stared to change little bit and even have a two of friends Patrick and Sam.

The Letter from my best friend Iva

Iva has been my friend for a very long time. We are both from Sofia. We have known each other since the time we were 6 in grade. Then we went to different High schools, as we were interested in deferent things. I wanted to work for an advertising agency and she wanted to be a dentist and went to a different city. Although we did write a lot of letters, I missed her a lot. When we finished our high schools, she stared her studies at Sofia University, while I stared working for a very famous Publishing house. Therefore, we were seeing each other very often during the week. After awhile I decided to study in the US and came here to study English and then was admitted in Pellissippi State hear in Knoxville. She also got marred and came to the US, but she now lives in Chicago, IL.

We are still close, and she was even my best friend on my wedding. She came even though she didn’t have a lot of time and money. We have written each other a lot lately, and we have been calling each other a lot too. She is one of my best friends, so when I learned that she got pregnant I became very exited for her. One day I thought that she did not answer my latest letter for a week, and she did not answer my phone calls either, and that was when I got a very long letter and she wrote about how her water broke in the evening she was taken to the hospital. She said that in the beginning didn’t hurt so much and she thought that she was a hero, because she can hold the pain in so long. But after awhile the pain started to be terrible and she asked the doctors for a Pain RELIEVER. However, the pain medication didn’t help her to sleep, and she stayed awake the whole night. In the morning she gave birth to a beautiful girl. She called her Victoria. But, let me tell you she didn’t think to call her that name before she gave birth to her. To cut the long story short, she got home and the next day she wrote about the happy news. This letter became very important to me because it made me a part of my friend’s life. I and my friend Iva have changed a lot during the years and that has made our friendship stronger.

Select Letters from Jane Austin

I want to write about “Selected Letters” from Jane Austen. Most of us know her from her most popular romantic books “Pride and Prejudice and “Emma”. At that time writing letters and getting sone was the only way of communicating with others. People who were close to her said that Jane Austen was not only a duty but entertainment. She loved writing letters. The reason I have chosen that particular letter is simple. At that time the Post Office prices increased and that changed the way people wrote letters in particular. Jane Austen wrote to Cassandra that she admired her writing “it is very pretty hand now & then so – small & so neat! – I wish I could get as much into a sheet of paper” (158). Also Vivan Jones (the editor of the material) explained why people changed the way they used to write letters and we can see it troughout the book. For example, they used dash for changing the subject. In Austen's letters to her sister Cassandra, we can see that they were very close to each other. Most of the names are not spelled out and also sometimes details that were private were omitted. Most of the information in that letter we can consider GOSSIP. Nearly the entire Jane's letter to Cassandra started with “My dearest Cassandra” (she didn’t address others this way). The purpose to this letter is to wish a happy birthday, and it finished with conveying best regards and “god bless you…” I think this is the only reason for this letter. All other parts were to inform her sister about other things in Austen's life and their family and friends. She did that because one letter took a long time to travel and she wanted to inform her sister about very intriguing matters. Oh, yes, and also to ask her to inquire whether Henry would accept her for 10 days in his house.

Love

I love to be in Love. I found a person who I believed love ME as mach I love him. I know him for 10 years and I love him every day more. And Valentines day is a day to have another celebration of our love. We are marred for 5. I don't know WHY I love him. I felt secure, strong, and loved. His is strong , but still huggable. I love to be around him. I could not sleep without him.
Even if he stop love me, I well forgive him because I love him unconditionally. However, I am suer that well never happened. He show his love many many times.
I understand what this people believed. The pain of unshared love could be killing if you don't understand of meaning to love and to be loved.

The sacrament of PENANCE

The power to forgive sins is a wonderful gift that God has given to priests. He first gave this gift to the apostles on the evening of the day of His Resurrection. He breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive men’s sins; they are forgiven them; if you hold them bound, then they are bound.” It was at this moment that the ability to forgive sins was given to the apostles.
The sacrament of penance shows how merciful and forgiving God is. No matter how bad you have sinned against him, if you are truly sorry, he will forgive you.
There are five very important things to remember to do when you go to confession. They are:

1. Ask yourself how you have offended God.
2. Be truly sorry for your sins.
3. Make up your mind not to sin again.
4. Tell your sins to the priest.
5. Do the penance the priest gives you.

Sorrow for your sins is the most important part of confession. The words the priest uses to forgive a sinner are, “I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.”

to forgive

After his resurrection, Jesus passed on his mission to forgive sins to his ministers, telling them, "As the Father has sent me, even so I send you. . . . Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained" (John 20:21–23).

"It is necessary to confess our sins to those to whom the dispensation of God’s mysteries is entrusted. Those doing penance of old are found to have done it before the saints. It is written in the Gospel that they confessed their sins to John the Baptist [Matt. 3:6].

from http://www.catholic.com/library/Confession.asp

PostSecrets.com from this week

"My biggest secret isnt even my own maybe sending this post secret will release me. Ive never told a soul your secret.

I should have"

This is another example of confession that I could used in my paper

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From PostSecret “I love black girls and I am white” and then with a pencil (It’s OK!) Under this postcard the author of the book Frank Warren wrought: At the Artomatic exhibit, “it’s OK” was added to this card anonymously (Page 107).

What I want my words to do to you?

The movie “What I want my words to do to you” makes me fill sorry for those women, as their stories are really sad. One of the stories got stuck in my head, and that was the story in exercise # 1 Keila Palinito (I think that was the girl’s name). She killed the guy who had raped her three days ago. When she asked him “why you did that terrible thing to me?” he laughed at her. Then, he threatened her to rape her again and put a knife to her neck. After that, she could not explain how, but we have realized that she shot him with a gun. That story like the rest of the movie was just one version of what supposedly happened. She was under twenty-one years of age. How did she get the gun? This is the question that made me think about the story again. Then I started to realize that there must have been a reason that they were in prison. I considered the option that the stories we heard were just one version of what might have happened. But who were the victims? First of all, we weren’t present at their court hearings. We didn’t see how the involved parties acted. Neither did we hear what they said in front of the judge. Did they say “I am sorry”? Besides, it is easier to confess in front of people who are likely to be sympathetic. Those people didn’t judge the crimes committed by others, and everything was a part of a process of therapy. Perhaps, it is bad to say so, but I would like to say that for some of them confessing was just another way of making the time pass away faster. Last but not least, I could say that “this is what those women should tell in front of a camera”. Why are we supposed to believe them? They are after all a bunch of convicted killers. Yes, they are people with feelings, but I feel sorrier for the victims’ families than for the convicts.

What I want my words to do?

I don’t know what I want my words to do. May be, like most people, I what to be understood. Sometimes, I want my questions to be answered. Other times, the only thing I want is somebody to respond to my greetings. It sounds easy, but isn’t it? Yet, if I think of it, everybody wants to be understood, but no one makes the first step. We assume that the first step should to be done by other people. Each of us talks on the cell phone when we drive (at list one time). We walk with ipod or mp3. We don’t care what happens around us. We don’t watch out, and we don’t listen anything. We assume that people see us even we don’t see them. We assume that people will hear us, even we don’t hear them. This is the reason why I believe that my words may not be heard. Besides, I know that I couldn’t make any difference using my words. We are enclosed in our word of glass, and nothing seems to go out or get in. You don’t believe me? Just, count how many times you say “hello” to somebody you don’t know, although you have seen his/her face many times. Or can you count how many times people answer any of your greetings?

The adventures of Tom Sawer,Mark Twin

"Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?"
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
"Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't noticing."
"Say-I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther WORK--wouldn't you? Course you would!"
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
"What do you call work?"
"Why, ain't THAT work?"
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
"Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer."
"Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it?"
The brush continued to move.
"Like it? Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?"
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth--stepped back to note the effect-added a touch here and there-criticised the effect again—Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
"Say, Tom, let ME whitewash a little."
Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:
"No - no - I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence-right here on the street, you know - but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't. Yes,she's awful particular about this fence; it's got to be done very careful; I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it's got to be done."
"No-is that so? Oh come, now-lemme just try. Only just a little--I'd let YOU, if you was me, Tom."
"Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly - well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it-"
"Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say-I'll give you the core of my apple."
"Well, here-No, Ben, now don't. I'm afeard-"
"I'll give you ALL of it!"
Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, dangled his legs, munched his apple, and planned the slaughter of more innocents. There was no lack of material; boys happened along every little while; they came to jeer, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite, in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to swing it with-and so on, and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling in wealth. He had besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jews-harp, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through, a spool cannon, a key that wouldn't unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier, a couple of tadpoles, six fire-crackers, a kitten with only one eye, a brass doorknob, a dog-collar-but no dog-the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange-peel, and a dilapidated old window sash.
He had had a nice, good, idle time all the while-plenty of company-and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn't run out of whitewash he would have bankrupted every boy in the village.
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it- namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covets a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign.

This part is most remarkable for me I think I know it by hard Tom “confess” that he liked to do same job He lid but that doesn’t matter because he made people do same think he didn’t want to do. I want to proved that same time people when is in front of the audience lied in order to have what they want.

Miss America

"I watched Miss America as a little girl since I was 2 years old, and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be one of those girls on that stage, and never did I think that I would be Miss America,"

This is another confession which I want to post it. This is every girl dream.

Tom Sawyer From Mark Twain

Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him away and turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom tried again, with soothing words in his mouth, and was repulsed again. Then his pride was up, and he strode away and went outside. He stood about, restless and uneasy, for a while, glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping she would repent and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began to feel badly and fear that he was in the wrong. It was a hard struggle with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it and entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, sobbing, with her face to the wall. Tom's heart smote him. He went to her and stood a moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Then he said hesitatingly:
"Becky, I – I don't care for anybody but you."
No reply-but sobs.
"Becky" - pleadingly. "Becky, won't you say something?"
More sobs.
Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of an andiron, and passed it around her so that she could see it, and said:
"Please, Becky, won't you take it?"
She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house and over the hills and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently Becky began to suspect. She ran to the door; he was not in sight; she flew around to the play-yard; he was not there. Then she called:
"Tom! Come back, Tom!"
She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no companions but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry again and upbraid herself; and by this time the scholars began to gather again, and she had to hide her griefs and still her broken heart and take up the cross of a long, dreary, aching afternoon, with none among the strangers about her to exchange sorrows with.
This is short confection from one of my favorite book stories for Tom Sawyer. With this confession he wants to gat the attention from a Becky. He gets it, but he did not notice.
Most of the public confession is to get some body attention.

The only time…you wasn’t their

I notice on PostSecret a woman swim in pool. I recognize that because of the color of the water. It was blue. My fevered color is blue. Also I love swimming very mach. Perhaps this was the risen to look it. When you swim the only thing you can pay attention is the water around you and you breathing. Everything else is appearing faraway from you. Same times if you don’t want to be alone this could be very scary. Then make me read what I on this postcard. “The The only time…you wasn’t their. That makes me feel sorry for this woman. Possibly her parent wasn’t on her swim competition when she was little. For me this is kind of stupid. I am from Europe and in my country the parents don’t go to on this kind of events. I was in to sports teams and one for drawing. They did not appear even ones. But If I gat some medal or grams my parents take me to same cool pleases to celebrate. I love this and it was OK for me. If I don’t win they say next time and remove the pressure to win every time. This is the reason I start to think - O lot is the big deal? Then I read the rest of the text. And start to think is not exactly for sport event or any of this. This picture is more like expression how lonely the person feels most of the time. Is seemed to me she can’t get out her loneliness and she could not get out of it. The only person who could help didn’t and now is too late. And the only person who can understand the meaning of this postcard is just one. But she didn’t want him to feel guilty about it and she kept this secret for her self.

What is my experience of making your postcard

In the begging of this class I think that I do not have very big secrets. At list same one knows something. Because, I have a lot of friend and I’m open with my parents. If my parents don’t know something my friends know it. However, this assignment makes me think. What I don’t tell any one? When, I found it, a felt scary. It’s that trough? Now I’m happy that I establish that. I start to know my self better. In addition to that I felt happier when I witted it down. However, if some of my friends know or my parents know it. This will be different story. I know they will ask me again and again is that true. And they will give a headache of question. I’m so happy that nobody knows.

In this class we start to study what is confession, why people confess. I started to wander something else. Why people confess to total strangers and do not confess in front of friends or relatives? I think may be is very difficult to thing that you are different and odd. I love the thought to be different. I was different all my life. However I know and I feel that most people don’t want to be different. In addition to this mister Frank Warrant help I many people with their problems whit his blogger PostSecrets.com in which many people confess their secrets.
Most of them are why people confessed this kind of thing I will never do that. Is strange! Like Jerry Springer strange! But then I start to look it in the pictures whit these confessions. Some of them are not for every one is just for different eyes. Not all the confessional could be help by therapist or priest. This confession could be help by people different and odd like the people who did it this is the risen that web side is used by so many people. I like to look the web to know how many odd people have on this world. People who are different like me.

Inqury into confession

In my first class in English 102 the teacher gives us a postcard with a picture of a woman in confessional booth and asks us to write about it. In the begging I did not know what to write. I felt that I not supoust to looked it. But then I saw that she has an engagement ring. And that what grab me to make me interested in that woman. I start to imagine what could be her confession. She was young and same kind of beautiful. Than I sow what she were. Even I am not catholic I have friends Catholics and they do not dress that way for a church. So may be this is not catholic. My religion is orthodox, and we do not have confessional boots. I could never know what her confession was, but I look her cloths pose. I start to thing- May be the woman is just posing. Face it haw many people you know that go into confessional booth to take a picture of people. None! Not if you are normal.