Prof. Revilo's Stories

Guardian Angel

2008-09-27T00:29:20Z

I can still remember how he talked, walked and how he’d explain the same sentence in our daily prayer every day. I talked to him yesterday. He seemed so alive. But when I wanted to go he suddenly started shaking.
“Please, do me one favour: Once I’m gone, don’t be sad. I’ll always be there for you. I’ll be your guardian angel.”
At first I thought he was saying it just so I’d know in time… but then I realized that he was being serious.
I started to cry.
I didn’t say anything.

Now I can’t change it anymore and it’s killing me.
Sometimes there just aren’t any second chances.

What are we looking for?

2008-08-29T22:57:46Z

They are walking through the park. He wearing a dark blue sweater and jeans. She a white sleeveless t-shirt and a skirt.
- Silence -
After a while she says:
“What are we looking for?”

“I don’t know. We are all searching. Searching for some reason of existance, some purpose of life.”

“Have you ever thought about why no one finds anything? Suppose it doesn’t exist.”

“We just have to live with the desire of it existing. Hoping that everything we do is not in vain.”

A Poem [Best Friend Challenge]

2008-08-03T20:06:49Z

If I fall down she pulls me up
When I cry she helps me out
When I talk she doesnt doubt
Together we could win a cup
For joking ‘till the latest hour
Our friendship is our greatest power.

I trust her with my heart and soul
A lasting friendship is my goal
This person is my bestest friend
I hope that it will never end.

She is my best friend.

Prof. Revilo (googler challenge)

2008-06-16T20:05:30Z

Well, here it goes:
Prof Revilo: “Introduction to The Anti-Humans by D. Bacu ” by Professor Revilo P. Oliver

And my first name Oliver: it’s the s.Oliver online shop xD

Helpless

2008-05-30T18:27:49Z

He is falling. Falling into depths never to return. “Help me!” he cryies. I try to grab his hand to pull him back up but everytime I do I pull him a few inches back up then he lets go all of the sudden and starts screaming:“Help me!” “Please, someone help me!” I don’t get it! It’s like he hasn’t quite decided whether to live or to die. And now I’ve even got a bad conscience because I’m not helping although he is pleading for help. I want this nightmare to end but there is no way out.
Now I’m the one who needs help.
PLEASE HELP !

Helpless

2008-05-30T18:27:34Z

Studying Physics (Part 2)

2008-05-20T16:19:25Z

“Who threw that paper airplane? I’m sure it was one of you! Because the probability of someone else throwing it through the window and hitting me is exactly… 50%?!? Oh, no wait I typed the wrong distance into my calc… it should be exactly 3.141… WHAT ?!? I’ve found a formula for Pi!”
What a geek… I would bet all my lifesavings, that he is going to correct and/or controdict himself in exacly 3 2 1…
“Oh, no wait… it’s only correct up to the 3rd diget… so the probability is exactly 64.032%? Oh well, I’d better go outside to find that hooligan.”
If only he knew that I fooled around with his calculator yesterday.

Studying Physics

2008-05-20T16:17:24Z

Hi, I’m Fred. Sitting here at University, I honestly wonder how I ever got here in the first place. The only reason for me to come here was that I like the funny little explosions when experiments go wrong. But even that gets boring if it happens at least thrice a day.
Yesterday I asked my professor if he could tell me in what angle I would have to throw a paperaeroplane, so that I can hit more people than just him. And then he even told me how to. Typical for physicists: he couldn’t leave an interesting problem unchallenged.
At the moment I’m folding a new plane just like he told me to. Here it goes… YES ! I hit two people.

A Day In My Life

2008-05-12T18:25:51Z

My method of getting through a day is just to look foreward to the next nice thing on that day. Just like swinging through the rainforest on lianas. I swing from one to another happy place.

I get up. The next thing I look foreward to is just to get the hell away from home.

I kind of like it… riding my bike to school knowing I won’t learn a thing in the next 6 hours. In those six hours I sometimes feel like the teachers are actually trying to bore me to death just so I will shut my mouth.

I am always glad to hear the bell ring because I know that I will at least be free for the next 15 minutes on my way home – just time to think.

I can’t really be myself at home. Everyone wants perfection from me.

I love the evening. It’s one of the only times of day I can really be myself. I can chat with friends, write ficlets about me…

As I said… finally I dont have to pretend I’m someone I’m not.

Alone

2008-05-12T12:03:41Z

I stride through the corridoors of our school. Lots of people around me. But still somehow I feel as though I’m alone.
I always feel that way. It doesn’t matter where I go.
I feel like I don’t fit in anywhere. Maybe it’s because i’m not what you would call “cool”. But I’ve got use to ist. In every break I still go around for a group I can call friends.