This is a spirit in a college in Pennsylvania. He was a teacher that everyone hated, he has been pushed around by students, and harassed. One day, he got so angry, he yelled so hard at a girl for cursing at him and started to embarrass her. She was so angry/embarrassed that she locked him in the janitors closet for days with no food, water or anything. He’s been dead for over 40 years now and has been haunting this college. Some students in this college went missing, or found dead. They believe it’s from this spirit. Reblog this or he will show up at the end of your bed while you’re sleeping, and kill you.
FUCK
Is this really love?
I have this feeling since my sophomore years, wondering if this is different or just plain emotions. [I cannot understand what I just said!] Help me evaluate if I am experiencing love or not, will you?
1.) I cannot stop thinking about _____. It’s like she’s been here all the time! Everywhere I see, she’s right there!
2.) Even though we fight, I cannot stay mad at her. It’s like she has some sort of antidote against MAD disease! XD
3.) I feel sorry for her when she can’t do something she wants.
4.) I don’t get tired of looking at her photo! It’s driving me crazy!
5.) She always pops in my dreams, telling me what to do! How dare her! :)
6.) I feel comfortable when I’m with her.
7.) When she cries, I also wanna cry. :(
8.) I don’t know, but even though what she talks about is gibberish, I understand her.
9.) I laugh at her corny jokes! :)
10.) I am thinking of her right now!
So guys, Is this love or not?
I am Lucky
While watching the news about the Haiti Earthquake, I feel dreadful and sad. I got teary-eyed when I saw the dead bodies of the Haitians lying on the street, some covered in dust and rocks, some are even obliterated by the weight crushing on their bodies. i also got really sad when I saw Port-Au-Prince, one place that I really admire because of its beauty, become ruins and dust. I saw many people crying, I saw many people die.
Is this what they deserve? Did they do something wrong?
As I tried to answer these questions, I subconsciously evaluated my life. Here I am, watching TV, having fun, while them, they cry because of the loss of their loved ones. This is when I realized, oh, I am lucky. I AM LUCKY. I am lucky to not experience what’s happening in Haiti. I am lucky to have my house standing in one piece, lucky to see the streets not covered with dead bodies, lucky to have my family, lucky to have my family. Lucky to have my friends still there when I need someone to laugh, someone to cry. Lucky to not have experienced those things first before I realized that I am Lucky.
Still, I feel sad for the Haitians. I will pray for them. Join me, and let’s help them rebuild their selves, their family, their community, their country. Let’s all help rebuild HAITI again and share with them the luck we are experiencing.
About me
There are those among us who are blessed with the power to save what is loved by another. But powerless to use this blessing themselves
