KNOCK! KNOCK! Are you there?

[Krisi]

Initiate happiness by being who you are!

Have a nice day to all!

[Elisa]

Have a nice day! :)

[Krisi]

If it doesn't nourish your soul, get rid of it!

[Krisi]

One glorious step at a time...


... whenever a child is in trouble close your mouth and open your arms. For we are all children in this world!

a nice day!

[Krisi]

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(picture taken at Manor Park, Larchmont.)

[Krisi]

F orward Y our I nformation

[Krisi]

F orward Y our I nformation

F or Y our I nformation

F ire Y our I nspiration

F ree Y our I magination

[Krisi]

F ind Y our I nspiration

F ire Y our I nhibitions

[Krisi]

it's as if I don't know who you are, people... hellllllllooooo...

[Krisi]

I was at Research Institute of Tropical Medicine.

[Krisi]

hello are you there? it was not because of the clothes she wore, it's obviously one of the most beautiful gown shown on stage... It might be something of what she had said... I'd seen the show once and already had noticed one thing she said which is against the whole idea of the show.

[reindeer]

Hello Krisi! What a door you're drumming at? Whom you're talking to? Here we go, I'm here. What now?

[Krisi]

are you going to build a bridge or a wall?

[reindeer]

A bridge would be nice. Do I look like the one who likes fighting?! Look at me: I'm tamed and fluffy. Well, probably not that fluffy...

[Krisi]

internet have made me far from the others. In reality, other people help each other, most especially those who need help in life but here it's not like that!

[reindeer]

here it's not like that!

And, how is it here, Krisi? Tell me more.
Like many others, I changed my lifestyle, from the moment I've connected my PC to the internet for the first time. Is it a problem? I have not ceased to be who I am. I've brought here my set of advantages and disadvantages. The lists of my preference and things I disregard have hardly changed much.

I believe that being friendly and quiet on forums is as good as in real life. I believe that it's good to make people smile, and it's bad to offend them. I believe that it's possible to make friends all over the world and appreciate this friendship. I hope that you smile while reading this.

[Krisi]

F or Y our I nformation

it's nice to know that some of you are using this in your statements...

[Krisi]

yes, that's over-riding... they have to pay me for that...

[reindeer]

...Shadows danced upon the wall, lit by the dim light of the candles. "You seem to be haunted by ghosts, don't you?" - I asked. As far as no answer has followed, I turned around and soundlessly disappeared in the total darkness of the corridor, leaving behind me blank space of the parlor and the lonely figure of a lady, who kept staring at the very spot where I stood, and suddenly fell senseless.

And at once, candle flames have become smooth and level, indicating no signs of my perturbing presence in the room

[Krisi]

yes, that's over-riding... they have to pay me for that...

[reindeer]

...My existential dread is driving me crazy. That lady in green seem not to be able to hear me, yet she can recognize my presence. This is read in her stiff posture, nervous look and trembling fingers. What should I do? Will I try to reveal or disguise myself? A mistake can cost me dearly. She may wish to get rid of me by hiring those damned ghost hunters. I hate the idea to be banished from my ancestral castle. That would be a big shame. I have to think it over carefully before making my move. That's it! I'm going to the library, my favorite place to develop a strategy.

[reindeer]

...Bad luck! The library turned out unavailable. Five nuns have occupied this very territory, which I considered my private. Three of them were reading peacefully, the fourth seemed preoccupied with thoughts, and the last one prayed. Technically, I didn't mind to share this large room with them, especially that all five had been making no more noise than clock ticking. But unfortunately, that was not possible - shadows don't get along with prayers! I contritely sighed, which apparently made the nun to pray even more diligently, and left. The only secure hideaway surely remained the North tower, to which I unhurriedly set off.
On my way to the tower I indulged in thoughts. What the need could make the nuns to visit this place? Where have they come from? There was no single convent in the radius of ten miles. I have got too many riddles, and I was not able to cope with them all at once...

[reindeer]

…Those, who think that staying in abandoned tower in the night was damn romantic and fully complied with the circumstances, can say that again – that was just a quintessence of romanticism! There was dark there, save for a moonlight coming through a narrow window under the ceiling. Large cobweb in the corner and absolute silence created an atmosphere of noble sadness. In the darkness I became visible and could enjoy my reflection in the mirror. However, the sight was not much pleasant as my jaw had been dislocated in result of the fall from a ladder. I tried to set it in place but did not succeed. Then I occupied a rocking chair and plunged in thoughts. Analysis turned out very pleasant pastime in my present state, apart from providing exciting moments to the living beings.

Here is the brief review of the events preceding my arrival to the castle and my untimely decease. A month ago, just before Christmas, I've got a letter from a barrister who informed me that my uncle has unexpectedly died after falling from a horse. He also advised me to arrive without a delay to my uncle's residence five miles to the East from Chichester, West Sussex, and take possession of the estate as its only heir. Next morning I stood at the gates of this magnificent building and was heartily welcomed by Hector, the butler. He suggested that I take a look on inheritance documents before lunch is ready. We proceeded to the library, where I skimmed through the papers. Then Hector asked me to take the Family History folder from the top shelf. I climbed up the ladder, reached for it, lost balance and collapsed. On my way down I bumped my temple against the corner of a table and instantly died. The last words I heard were 'Lunch is ready, sir!'
Surprisingly, old Hector hasn't lived long after that too - he quietly passed away the next day, while telling the story of my preposterous death to the bailiff...

[Krisi]

if the return is only $68.00/month will you still work hard or if you really cannot make both ends meet and even have no more time to work harder how can you work hard? it's just quite obvious that you know from the start that the return is big that's why you are working hard...

[benachir]

I felt lost reading your msg both. Feel like I entered a kafkaian's world. like trapped in a stage where some events are occuring, such events we can't get the sense (meaning) and the secret. are we in some fourth dimension?

[reindeer]

Not we - lady in green is

[benachir]

Ladies are the world. they have got the all rights. Lady in green, before anyone else

[reindeer]

Oh, that lady in green! I believe it develops wrong attitude towards me from her side. I don't know why, but she stops smiling in my presence; do I look so frightening? But I'm almost invisible actually! Listen, I can't stay in the tower all the time - it's my castle or it's not my castle?! I need have a walk, at least at nights. After all, it's healthy for my old bones...

[reindeer]

...Today, I heard that the maids talked about Ghostbusters - they're supposedly coming next week. What a harm may inflict as meek, almost tamed phantom as me to the place like this, I wonder?..

[reindeer]

...Kamala - that was her name - was a step-daughter of sir Graham, an old friend of my uncle. As I have learned, after an untimely death of sir Graham and his wife - they were killed by fallen tree during a walk - my uncle as a noble man offered fifteen year old Kamala move to the castle. She agreed and, since that moment, has become twice stepdaughter. Unusual name of Kamala made me to speculate about her origin, and one day my guess-work came true: the son of a stableman told his friend in a private talk that sir Graham had married while two year staying in India to a younger daughter of a maharaja.
So, that beautiful but suspicious young woman, granddaughter of an Indian ruler, was my opponent in this chess game, with my very existence at stake...