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PrintableBananaCologne said: Anji said: Natisse, Dave, Sermwanderer, bubbalicious (cool name, btw), saggy, miguel, purplecam...eye appreciate that each of u took time 2 write.
That was very nice of each of u n it has really uplifted me! It's strange how eye was feeling so within myself 2day. But u r so right about walking my walk, b ing cool n holding my head up high. Sometimes, u just need reminding...  I got your org note Anji - thanku for letting me know. I would have responded, but... I guess yesterday is now only really just sinking in as not only was I concerned about my partner, but I was supposed to be staying overnight at a friends in Kings Cross, and it would have been quite likely I would have been in the station at the time of that bombing. I waited for my friend at Kings Cross the night before for 45 minutes after seeing Froggy, Natisse and others for a drink, and if it hadn't been for the simple mistake of my friend and I waiting in different areas and my returning home...well, the possibilities of that didn't sink in until last night. I came back home today - so much wierdness on the way back I could fill a page just with that, like how there was a wierd air of quiet and resignation in the air, yet at the same time a sense of a real 'fuck you' attitude of those going about their business as best as they could. I guess that whole 'stiff upper lip' thing we're so 'renowned' for is a good thing at times - shows our resiliance in the face of adversity. fuck 'em I say - i'll be damned if I'll feel 'terrorised'. Snoozed in my partner's arms on the tube all the way to embankment where I had to change. He was on His way to Munich to stay with a friend for the weekend, so I kissed Him goodbye and hugged Him close, said what I needed to say and watched the train pull away with a tear in my eye - I just couldn't help it. The two tube lines I used were pretty much deserted, and from Embankment to Waterloo, this lad put his bag down on the floor and started to casually stroll away from it - until i said: "OI! ...YOU GONNA STAND BY THAT OR WOT?" I couldn't help it - I mean, what a fucktard. At Paddington, I boarded a train within 10 minutes, and made myself comfy. There was a bit of a commotion behind me and it turned out to a distraught and inconsolable lady who was struggling with a number of heavy and large bags and suitcases. I got up and helped on as seemingly no-one else wanted to go near her - probably because she was laughing amongst her heavy tears, talking to herself in her own grief then sobbing so hard that it just stabbed at your heart - well, it certainly did mine. After she sat down within 2 minutes of pulling away from the station she was off again and she took herself off to the washroom muttering loudly: "Why did you have to die like that? Why couldn't you have just held on?" so I went to the next carriage to the bar and bought her a large whiskey with the last fiver to my name. she looked a little taken aback at first when I handed it to her, then this smile swept over her face and she came and sat by me all the way to Swindon where I had to change. We talked and I told her jokes, and she laughed politely at them I guess in the circumstances. We made toasts, and she thanked me for "bringing her down off the ceiling". She was a really nice lady, she confided in me that her brother was caught up in yesterdays fucking mess and he'd died this morning at 6:30. I had an idea that yesterday would sadly have had something to do with her grief - after all, it wasn't hard to put 2 + 2 together. It turned out two of those afore-mentioned suitcases were her brothers. I just felt I should reach out to her as no-one else was. It just felt the right thing to do considering - if anything I hope I managed to take her mind off things for a time. We've swapped numbers, so I shall give her a ring tomorrow. When my partner arrived in Hackney last night, I just ran for Him and I literally threw myself into His arms. It was all so fucking 'Brief Encounter', quite surreal in its way - well, the whole day was surreal wasn't it. I dont think i've ever been so pleased to see Him. He'd walked from the city to Clapton and it had taken Him about three hours. Needless to say I got Him in, made Him a cuppa, drew Him a bath and made Him a nice meal before holding Him for the longest time. So... im now back 'home' for awhile. Time to take stock, collect my thoughts etc. Im just kinda frazzled and just want some 'me' time right now. 'nana's  You're a good person mate.  When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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Lleena said: msserendipity said: yeah i was driving on thr m25 and saw that. really strange. i think everyone had their radio on loud. every station completely changed their programme....no music at all. necessary because we just need the information. Hi Sammy London is a huge city with people commuting in for work every day. To see this must have felt shocking. When people turned on their radios they realised why. I saw this too, and it was indeed the most surreal thing...I was North of Leeds at the time, on the M1, so I was a very long way from London, and still it was an eerie feeling to see this sign. | |
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BingoWing said: BananaCologne, I want to thank you for 2 things.
1 - For a fantastic account of what has happened and your continued additions to your original post. 2 - For including me in your list of OK orgers. I feel touched by that.  co-sign A very thoughtfully upkept thread. Much appreciated. | |
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BananaCologne said: Anji said: Natisse, Dave, Sermwanderer, bubbalicious (cool name, btw), saggy, miguel, purplecam...eye appreciate that each of u took time 2 write.
That was very nice of each of u n it has really uplifted me! It's strange how eye was feeling so within myself 2day. But u r so right about walking my walk, b ing cool n holding my head up high. Sometimes, u just need reminding... I got your org note Anji - thanku for letting me know. I would have responded, but... I guess yesterday is now only really just sinking in as not only was I concerned about my partner, but I was supposed to be staying overnight at a friends in Kings Cross, and it would have been quite likely I would have been in the station at the time of that bombing. I waited for my friend at Kings Cross the night before for 45 minutes after seeing Froggy, Natisse and others for a drink, and if it hadn't been for the simple mistake of my friend and I waiting in different areas and my returning home...well, the possibilities of that didn't sink in until last night. I came back home today - so much wierdness on the way back I could fill a page just with that, like how there was a wierd air of quiet and resignation in the air, yet at the same time a sense of a real 'fuck you' attitude of those going about their business as best as they could. I guess that whole 'stiff upper lip' thing we're so 'renowned' for is a good thing at times - shows our resiliance in the face of adversity. fuck 'em I say - i'll be damned if I'll feel 'terrorised'. Snoozed in my partner's arms on the tube all the way to embankment where I had to change. He was on His way to Munich to stay with a friend for the weekend, so I kissed Him goodbye and hugged Him close, said what I needed to say and watched the train pull away with a tear in my eye - I just couldn't help it. The two tube lines I used were pretty much deserted, and from Embankment to Waterloo, this lad put his bag down on the floor and started to casually stroll away from it - until i said: "OI! ...YOU GONNA STAND BY THAT OR WOT?" I couldn't help it - I mean, what a fucktard. At Paddington, I boarded a train within 10 minutes, and made myself comfy. There was a bit of a commotion behind me and it turned out to a distraught and inconsolable lady who was struggling with a number of heavy and large bags and suitcases. I got up and helped on as seemingly no-one else wanted to go near her - probably because she was laughing amongst her heavy tears, talking to herself in her own grief then sobbing so hard that it just stabbed at your heart - well, it certainly did mine. After she sat down within 2 minutes of pulling away from the station she was off again and she took herself off to the washroom muttering loudly: "Why did you have to die like that? Why couldn't you have just held on?" so I went to the next carriage to the bar and bought her a large whiskey with the last fiver to my name. she looked a little taken aback at first when I handed it to her, then this smile swept over her face and she came and sat by me all the way to Swindon where I had to change. We talked and I told her jokes, and she laughed politely at them I guess in the circumstances. We made toasts, and she thanked me for "bringing her down off the ceiling". She was a really nice lady, she confided in me that her brother was caught up in yesterdays fucking mess and he'd died this morning at 6:30. I had an idea that yesterday would sadly have had something to do with her grief - after all, it wasn't hard to put 2 + 2 together. It turned out two of those afore-mentioned suitcases were her brothers. I just felt I should reach out to her as no-one else was. It just felt the right thing to do considering - if anything I hope I managed to take her mind off things for a time. We've swapped numbers, so I shall give her a ring tomorrow. When my partner arrived in Hackney last night, I just ran for Him and I literally threw myself into His arms. It was all so fucking 'Brief Encounter', quite surreal in its way - well, the whole day was surreal wasn't it. I dont think i've ever been so pleased to see Him. He'd walked from the city to Clapton and it had taken Him about three hours. Needless to say I got Him in, made Him a cuppa, drew Him a bath and made Him a nice meal before holding Him for the longest time. So... im now back 'home' for awhile. Time to take stock, collect my thoughts etc. Im just kinda frazzled and just want some 'me' time right now. 'nana's You are a rare breed nana, pleasure to have met you the other night. Happy is he who finds out the causes for things.Virgil (70-19 BC). Virgil was such a lying bastard! | |
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Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day [b]only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. Happy is he who finds out the causes for things.Virgil (70-19 BC). Virgil was such a lying bastard! | |
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PREDOMINANT said: Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day [b]only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. I applaud your honesty 
Everybody has to deal with this the way they feel is best, regardless of how other people tell you that you "should". Go home, have that glass of wine. | |
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PREDOMINANT said: Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day [b]only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. some people got up and openly moved to a different carriage this morning when a south asian man got on. It was a really uncomfortable atmosphere. I felt really bad for the guy. I even got some bad looks myself, because i was carrying a rucksack. And then to come out at King's Cross to be greeted with shit loads of cameramen, shit loads of "have you seen this person?" posters, and shit loads of flower tributes...such an odd journey. i agree totally that people shouldn't be expected to just bounce back. It's one thing to say "we have to stick two fingers up to terrorism and the best way of doing that is to carry on as normal." well, maybe for some, but for others, sometimes the best way of getting into cold water is to ease yourself in slowly. And there are a lot of grieving people who deserve respect. | |
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PREDOMINANT said: Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day [b]only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. I won't be taking the tube again if I can help it when going across London. I have to go from Liverpool Street to Paddington Station on Thursday. I am going to see how much a Black Cab will cost. I don't do the journey often so it may be worth it unless it'll cost £60 or something one way. I think it is really important that people take care of their frightened selves the way they think is the best. Now I won't be so scared as to not make the journey at all, but on the other hand, I will be taking precautions. Therefore, I 'am' going about my life, but I am also changed by these events. It has been annoying me on the news when people say that people will not be affected by this traumatic event. Only those that are dead inside won't be moved (or those that don't realise they are mortal...). | |
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TheFrog said: i agree totally that people shouldn't be expected to just bounce back. It's one thing to say "we have to stick two fingers up to terrorism and the best way of doing that is to carry on as normal." well, maybe for some, but for others, sometimes the best way of getting into cold water is to ease yourself in slowly. And there are a lot of grieving people who deserve respect.
I agree. People shouldn't be expected to just bounce back. This wasn't a small deal. It was an unusual and frightening event. And it killed a lot of people. Actually, I think it's healthy if people are feeling scared, vulnerable, sensitive to danger. It's a normal, human, response for Christ's sake. | |
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TheFrog said: PREDOMINANT said: Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day [b]only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. some people got up and openly moved to a different carriage this morning when a south asian man got on. It was a really uncomfortable atmosphere. I felt really bad for the guy. I even got some bad looks myself, because i was carrying a rucksack. And then to come out at King's Cross to be greeted with shit loads of cameramen, shit loads of "have you seen this person?" posters, and shit loads of flower tributes...such an odd journey. i agree totally that people shouldn't be expected to just bounce back. It's one thing to say "we have to stick two fingers up to terrorism and the best way of doing that is to carry on as normal." well, maybe for some, but for others, sometimes the best way of getting into cold water is to ease yourself in slowly. And there are a lot of grieving people who deserve respect. 
I know what you guys mean - when I got on the tube with my partner early friday morning, this woman opposite us was eyeing our bags suspiciously. I just smiled at her and rested my head on his shoulder. What else can you do, y'know? There's definately an underlying sense of unease - and quite rightly, today of all days was probably going to be the hardest for people post 7/7 due to the influx of people coming back into the city. My ex tutor who lives in Kings Cross said he was fine until saturday morning when he walked past the tube station, and before he even got there could SMELL the flowers. He said it was that point where he just suddenly started crying. It affects us all in different ways, I guess talking about it is the best thing we can do right now. It was nice to meet u on wednesday Adam, as it was Milty, Kat et all - as I mentioned to Froggy recently, I was sat there with a lump in my throat looking around the table thinking...these are all such lovely people. It makes me proud to know I have people like Jon, Nat etc in my life. Hope to meet u all again soon. 'nana x | |
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TheFrog said: PREDOMINANT said: Back to normal this morning...?
I would quite happily have stayed at home again this morning, the morning news, the papers, all a disturbing reminder of a tragic day only[b/] 4 days ago. Why are we expected to immediately bounce back and be resilient? Sometimes the stiff upper lip needs to quiver a bit. The eeriness of coming in today, people lost at stations taking alternative routes, people obviously putting on a brave face, rather be at home with my family, glass of wine in the sunshine at lunchtime. Instead, the headlines of all the papers staring back at me, people clutching their bags so tight to their laps, sideways glances at a group of Muslim lads. I know we aren’t supposed to be terrorised, but there was a fear today on the trains. Can’t get on that carriage it’s full, quick get to the other doors, what if this is the carriage with a bomb on, maybe I’ll wait for the next train…… What the fuck am I doing riding these trains to work every day anyway? Crammed in like sardines, no seats left, standing for 40 minutes with my face planted against the back of someone or their armpit, all for a bargain price of 2 and half grand a year. I am really pissed off at what happened last week, how dare these people come in a ruin my routine, how dare they make me take stock of my life. I was happy, kind of, now I am upset, kind of. some people got up and openly moved to a different carriage this morning when a south asian man got on. It was a really uncomfortable atmosphere. I felt really bad for the guy. I even got some bad looks myself, because i was carrying a rucksack. [b]And then to come out at King's Cross to be greeted with shit loads of cameramen, shit loads of "have you seen this person?" posters, and shit loads of flower tributes...such an odd journey. i agree totally that people shouldn't be expected to just bounce back. It's one thing to say "we have to stick two fingers up to terrorism and the best way of doing that is to carry on as normal." well, maybe for some, but for others, sometimes the best way of getting into cold water is to ease yourself in slowly. And there are a lot of grieving people who deserve respect. Shit, I didn't think of that, I am going back that way tonight, maybe I will take the silver link again. The atitudes towards our fellow Londerners is awfull, there was a young asian lad sat next to me this morning, reading his highway code (driving test soon perhaps) but he looked so frigtened, bag tucked in tight, had so many "looks". I asked him when his test was, after the initial shock of being spoken to he said that he didn't have a date yet, but I got a little smile from him. Happy is he who finds out the causes for things.Virgil (70-19 BC). Virgil was such a lying bastard! | |
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TheFrog said: an old schoolfriend of mine can't find her boyfriend. it's apparently in the Evening Standard today, but i'm not in london.
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I am very relieved to hear everyone is ok...all weekend at work Ive been listening to the stories and getting calls from concerned relatives that want to find ways of contacting their loved ones that they havent been able to reach. Thanx Nana for the info.
I hope everyone stays safe and sticks together over there to help all who have been directly affected by this with the loss of loved ones. My prayers and thoughts are with you all | |
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i really can't take the tube right.
im very lucky that i have car and can drive to the many different place i work. one of my jobs i will only do if i know i can drive there. im scared. i'm working at the airports right now and the security has gone up so much. ppl of morrocan orgin or south asian looking are all being stopped. i can understand it...but hey i'm brown and its hard for me to take in. the police have to look like they are doing something. i don't even know what they are looking for. a name on a passport can tell you nothing if you don;t know what name to look for. 
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It is scary. Do you remember those Routemaster buses where people would hop on for their journey and then off, without a care in the world. Buses seemed the safest way to get around London. Sitting next to a tourist asking directions or an old person,just chatting, or just watching people on the street from the bus window, and waiting for your stop so you dont miss it.
That seems like a dream now. People are frightened. I am. | |
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Lleena said: It is scary. Do you remember those Routemaster buses where people would hop on for their journey and then off, without a care in the world. Buses seemed the safest way to get around London. Sitting next to a tourist asking directions or an old person,just chatting, or just watching people on the street from the bus window, and waiting for your stop so you dont miss it.
That seems like a dream now. People are frightened. I am. Lleena
Nana thanks for everything! ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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Lleena said: It is scary. Do you remember those Routemaster buses where people would hop on for their journey and then off, without a care in the world. Buses seemed the safest way to get around London. Sitting next to a tourist asking directions or an old person,just chatting, or just watching people on the street from the bus window, and waiting for your stop so you dont miss it.
That seems like a dream now. People are frightened. I am. That's basically the description of life in Israel as I remember them from the day I was born. Welcome to my world | |
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Heavenly said: Lleena said: It is scary. Do you remember those Routemaster buses where people would hop on for their journey and then off, without a care in the world. Buses seemed the safest way to get around London. Sitting next to a tourist asking directions or an old person,just chatting, or just watching people on the street from the bus window, and waiting for your stop so you dont miss it.
That seems like a dream now. People are frightened. I am. That's basically the description of life in Israel as I remember them from the day I was born. Welcome to my world I thought about you, and how you live with this daily. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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The top left picture tears up my heart.
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This whole thread is heart wrenching.... | |
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Where is Katt?  All you others say Hell Yea!! | |
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Heavenly said: Lleena said: It is scary. Do you remember those Routemaster buses where people would hop on for their journey and then off, without a care in the world. Buses seemed the safest way to get around London. Sitting next to a tourist asking directions or an old person,just chatting, or just watching people on the street from the bus window, and waiting for your stop so you dont miss it.
That seems like a dream now. People are frightened. I am. That's basically the description of life in Israel as I remember them from the day I was born. Welcome to my world I hope that soon a peaceful resolution is found for the issues that your country faces Heavenly, It has been going on too long. | |
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sag10 said: TheFrog said: an old schoolfriend of mine can't find her boyfriend. it's apparently in the Evening Standard today, but i'm not in london.
 So very sorry to hear this.lleena said: I'm sorry to hear that. They've been showing pictures on T.V of people unaccounted for.
I hope she finds him. LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. | |
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TheFrog said:[quote] sag10 said: LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. I'm so sorry to hear that...my thoughts are with your friend and her fiance's family  | |
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TheFrog said:[quote] sag10 said: LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. | |
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TheFrog said:[quote] sag10 said: LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. I can't find words... 
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TheFrog said:[quote] sag10 said: LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. Of course we will for her and all of those that are lost | |
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TheFrog said:[quote] sag10 said: LolaM said I'm so sorry to hear this
thank you all. unfortunately he was confirmed as one of the victims today. his fiance is devastated, as you might imagine. Any of you that do pray, i'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts at this time. I'm so sorry for her loss my thoughts go out to your friend. | |
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