Good Night! :)
Then I cleaned my fish tank, inventing a perfect method to avoid grass-like amazonas water plants to always float on top when dug out by the catfish. Hmmm, now I hope they'll accrue there where they should - in the sand, on the ground. Not floating along the water surface, stealing the other plants light. ;)
My mother and my other siblings were away (shopping in Munich, my older brother is visiting his girlfriend from Austria), so I went into IRC, having a very nice talk with Ceceil and Final. XD
When my mother and my sister came home from Munich, we drank tea and ate ciabatta, watching a bit TV along the way.
Well, and now I'm here, writing. ^^
And: Yay, tomorrow's friday and right now only 6 school days are left until christmas and our vacation in Venezuela! :>
OK, we are writing a test in chemistry tomorrow and I really don't know what I'm on to, but I'll see...don't get nervous, don't get nervous... I'm getting nervous! Well, enough of that, a short summary of today:
School day was quite ok, boring as everytime, but ok. When I got home, I wanted to lay down on our couch just for five minutes or something to just rest a bit, but then I got sleepy and stayed there for about one hour. Not good. XD Well, then I started learning chemistry until 5 pm. I just did some story writing then, went then to a course at our school calles "Freies Schreiben" (independent writing), where you discuss and critizice texts you've written at home. It was great fun and took about two hours, starting at 7 pm. I read a story about a murder in London and everybody loved it, so I am happy right now. ^^ Well, let's see if I'm so happy after the chemistry test tomorrow...
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | High | |
| Sloth: | Medium | |
| Envy: | High | |
| Lust: | High | |
| Pride: | Very High |
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After that I had one hour of talking about a company-founding-project we have at school called "JUNIOR", at least we have a business plan now. Well, we should have our first annual general meeting in decembre, I think we won't catch that.
Coming home I had about half an hour for lunch, a piece of cake and coffe, then playing an hour piano, been driven to piano lessons at 4 pm, having half an hour piano lessons (BOOOORINNNNG!, but at least he was satisfied with my practising, which consisted of the half hour from 3:30 pm to 4 pm...) and waited in the car then while my mother went shopping. Being back at home at about 5 pm, I directly walked to the computer, being interrupted by drinking tea and watching TV. Well, here I am now. Don't expect there would happen anything interesting in the next time...
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Well, because it seems to be quite popular to post a survey in your journal, here's one of me:
I don't see actions as fault just because of others thinking like that, as for instance the christian church. Every of my acts, every act at all, can be motivated and consequentail her correctnes. Fault is nothing different than an illusion of mankind to protect itsself and to distance from assumed bad events. You could see her as an "invention" of the church, too, to give a person a reason to abide the closeness to God. Being guilty means nothing different than resisting societal dogmas and then telling himself to have done a mistake, a sin, to justify his act in front of the society. You will find nowhere a clear definition of "fault", which is caused by the fact that fault as a factual classification isn't existant, furthermore an argument for the dogmatic illusion of fault and sin.
As I said, I was quite in a rage, but mostly I still agree to the text. I am already strained about your comments to this - granted - delicate topic!
Horace Greenmore was a honest and respectable man in the little New Enland town he lived in. His life looked the same since some 60 years: Every monday he made his shopping, greeting the old Mrs Heastcane and railing about the youth of today. On tuesdays he usually went walking in the park, sitting on a cold park bank, honking in his moustache and looking after the ducks in the city pond. On wednesdays he usually had a hipochondric cold and went to the doctor, who always described him the same medicine - and Mr Greenmore asked the same questions as usual, if it really would help, if there would be no risks, if he had to pay for it. On thursdays the cold usually went away and Mr Greenmore called the doctor to assure everythings fine with that. This thursday, the cold didn't go away. On fridays he ate fish and read the newspaper, mumbling about the democrats and appreciating the newest election results of the republicans. On saturdays he always listened to the live transmission of some classic music sent by the broadcast. This saturday he layed in bed, his state of health got worse, but he didn't wanted to tell the doctor. Real men don't have such bad colds. On sundays he went to the church listening to what is moral and what is sin, usually driving there by taxi. This sunday he went to the church, carried in a coffin.
After this short story written by myself - think about it, the text has many conclusions - I would like to welcome you here and introduce myself. First of all: Welcome, it's an honour to me having you here at this Journal. I will write about religious and ethic themes, always with a little ironic or pathetic tone, things that are important to me, things that caught my attention and things that are historic. Now to point two: I am a 15 year old boy from Starnberg (near Munich) / Germany, but mainly grown up in Hong Kong from 1996 to 2000. Due to me being a German native speaker there can be grammatical errors or wrong expressions. I'd like to excuse me for that. And I am attaching importance to good behavior, a fine speech and sometimes a grave choose of words (If I'm not in my cynical mood)... Oh, by the way, I'm a great fan of classical music, just to show my character. Now have fun with this journal, I'm hoping to get together some quantitative and qualitative entries for you!
- Fabian

