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Mousseline vient vous souhaiter un beau mardi ...
Gros bisous pour tout le monde...
xoxoxoxo
Mousseline comes to wish you beautiful Tuesday...
Big kisses for everybody...
Xoxoxoxo
What is it with me and older authoritative men? I can hardly explain, because I don't exactly know myself, except that I've been like this since I was a girl. Is it a blessing or a curse? A strength or a weakness? Safe or 'dangerous'? All of those things and none of those things, I suppose. All I can say with any surety is that the experiences I have had with more senior men is that they are attentive, caring, deliciously inventive, hypnotically assertive, and bloody good at what they do...
This is MacDonald Drive Junior High, which I attended for Grades 7 to 9, from September 1997 to June 2000. Yes, that gives away my age, but that's okay, because everyone has an age, and everyone gets old. Even you!
Like my pictures of PWC, looking at this picture beings back memories of where I was in life, and what I was doing.
When I started at MacDonald Drive, the relentless teasing I endured as the class bully victim during Grades 5 and 6 dropped off quite a bit. It could be because I physically outgrew most of my bullies, or it could be because they got more mature. Probably a combination. In junior high, I made some new friendships, especially with kids who came from other schools (in Newfoundland, elementary schools finish at Grade 6, and several elementary schools fed into bigger junior high schools). Most of my friends were social outcasts of sorts, who lived in lower-income neighborhoods, and I was still known as the rich kid. So that made for an issue with my parents. I've been working with drug addicts, alcoholics, and homeless people for almost five years now, so I guess the need to keep company with other rich people never stuck with me.
For the record, I wasn't rich, but Newfoundland was not a wealthy province when I was growing up, and so a doctor's family could be considered well-off.
In Grade 9, one of my classmates said to me "You live in like, Buckingham Palace, but you dress like a dirtbag". I find that funny now, because it was kind of true. I didn't have a clue about "how not to look like a clueless 13-year-old dork" at the time. I wore sweatpants to school until probably Grade 7. I would still wear tube socks pulled all the way up in gym class. In the last several years, I've made a lot more effort to make my clothes look decent together, because I was made fun of for my clothes during a formative period of my life.
While in Grade 7 at MacDonald Drive, I developed an eating disorder of sorts, not based on fear of weight gain, but on fear of choking. I ended up losing a bunch of weight, which I'm certain has affected my adult height to an extent. It was a very stressful experience for several years until I got fed up with it when I was 17 and quickly forced myself to eat almost normally again. But I can't change the past.
Actually, my OCD tendencies in late teenagehood also came to an abrupt almost end when I got fed up with their control over my life. So that's really two examples of being able to take control after being fed up with bullshit for long enough.
Aaaaanyway...
MacDonald Drive is also where I was when Pokémon hit, the first time. I played Pokémon Blue all summer around 1998, and of course during the school year. A friend and I once tried to independently count all 150 Pokémon in class, to see who could count more. The details are fading now because it was so long ago, but yeah...good times.
This was also a time of great blossoming in my pubertal years, and yeah I said it, because if you're reading this, you experienced the same thing. I first started "noticing" my female classmates in Grade 6, and by junior high I was in full "noticing them all the time" mode, with their short-shorts in summer, and anyway, some details are better left unsaid.
I remember going up those stairs on the left. The main staff entrance was behind the spruce tree; to the right, just inside the door, was the main office. The bus entrance, where I usually went in, was around the right; you can see it in the previous picture with the field in the foreground.
One or two of the windows on the second floor above the entrance was my Grade 7 homeroom; room 222 with Mr. Hewlett. The second-floor corner classroom on the right, above that shrub, was my Grade 7 English classroom, with Mrs. Clarke, who used to refer to her "hot little hands" when compelling us to hand in our homework.
The classroom behind it at the far corner, I believe, is where I had my Grade 9 Math class with Mrs. Drover. Or maybe it was Grade 8. One of those two classes was in another room at the back of the building.
The classrooms below on the ground floor are where I had my science classes with Mme. Brunet, all three years. Of all the teachers who are still there after all these years, she's still teaching, as well as Mr. Connolly, who was my Grade 8 homeroom teacher, and Mrs. Drover.
Anyway, that's enough for now!
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This is my sister's other cat.. She calls her " MINI MOO"... I don't know why she called her that... At least there not original names LOL..
What is it with me and older authoritative men? I can hardly explain, because I don't exactly know myself, except that I've been like this since I was a girl. Is it a blessing or a curse? A strength or a weakness? Safe or 'dangerous'? All of those things and none of those things, I suppose. All I can say with any surety is that the experiences I have had with more senior men is that they are attentive, caring, deliciously inventive, hypnotically assertive, and bloody good at what they do...
i sleep when i dont have money to feed myself and i do drugs when i cant sleep to keep myself distracted from hunger pains
heartbeat series, 2005
wood box, paint, photo prints, resin
private collection
*the polaroids read: "i can't stop because i'm addicted to you."
~ So hold your body, hold your body strong in these winds of life
May I find you, may we sit together when we're gray and old, on cloud nine ~
~Cloud Nine - Ben Howard ~
Photographer: Anuj Chopra
Description: Addicted beggar in his Kabul 'pad.'
As Afghanistan's poppy cultivation booms, drug addiction rates soar and the only drug rehab clinic in Kabul has only 10 beds and a long waiting list.
Note: You must credit the photographer and the International Relations and Security Network when using these photographs.
What is it with me and older authoritative men? I can hardly explain, because I don't exactly know myself, except that I've been like this since I was a girl. Is it a blessing or a curse? A strength or a weakness? Safe or 'dangerous'? All of those things and none of those things, I suppose. All I can say with any surety is that the experiences I have had with more senior men is that they are attentive, caring, deliciously inventive, hypnotically assertive, and bloody good at what they do...
Two homeless drug addicts walk on the street begging few money for a dose of heroin. Peshawar, Pakistan, on monday, August 25 2008...
"Pakistan is one of the countries hardest hits by the narcotics abuse into the world, during the last years it is facing a dramatic crisis as it regards the heroin consumption. The Unodc (United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime) has reported a conspicuous decline in heroin production in Southeast Asia, while damage to a big expansion in Southwest Asia. Pakistan falls under the Golden Crescent, which is one of the two major illicit opium producing centres in Asia, situated in the mountain area at the borderline between Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan itself.
During the last 20 years drug trafficking is flourishing in the Country. It is the key transit point for Afghan drugs, including heroin, opium, morphine, and hashish, bound for Western countries, the Arab states of the Persian Gulf and Africa.
Hashish and heroin seem to be the preferred drugs prevalence among males in the age bracket of 15-45 years, women comprise only 3%. More then 5% of whole country's population (constituted by around 170 milion individuals), are regular heroin users, this abuse is conspicuous as more of an urban phenomenon. The substance is usually smoked or the smoke is inhaled, while small number of injection cases have begun to emerge in some few areas.
Statistics say, drug addicts have six years of education. Heroin has been identified as the drug predominantly responsible for creating unrest in the society."
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Madison Square Park, NYC. No more squirrels left in my hard drive.
Canon 40D, EF 85mm f1.8 @ f2.8, 1/160, ISO100.
"Suffers spend days at a time glued to their computer screens - going without food, sleep, or any social interaction.
As a result they suffer malnutrition, relationship breakdown, personal hygiene and postural problems."
This is a statement from a Rehab' Clinic for computer game addicts. Can't apply to us flickr users can it?