Whatever Essen you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is Home to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.
Du can eat Essen from anywhere in the world,from afghanisch, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend.
And Du don't find good Essen only in expensive restaurants.You can try great cooking in any number of small eating places,where prices are low and reservations aren't needed.Portions are often large,but Du can ask the restaurant to pack up anything Du don't eat so Du can take it home.But wherever Du eat,if Du have waiter service,don't forget to tip.The exact amount Du leave is up to you,but 15-20 per cent of the bill is normal.An easy way to calculate your tip is to double the sales tax(currently 8.5 percent)
Du can eat Essen from anywhere in the world,from afghanisch, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend.
And Du don't find good Essen only in expensive restaurants.You can try great cooking in any number of small eating places,where prices are low and reservations aren't needed.Portions are often large,but Du can ask the restaurant to pack up anything Du don't eat so Du can take it home.But wherever Du eat,if Du have waiter service,don't forget to tip.The exact amount Du leave is up to you,but 15-20 per cent of the bill is normal.An easy way to calculate your tip is to double the sales tax(currently 8.5 percent)
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing Mehr people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen Jahr old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen Jahr old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen Jahr old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Du to do something,
oder be something
That sometimes Du don’t want to be?
They are those!
Du know them!
Du probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Du to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du don’t want to take.
They are those who expect Du to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du prefer to be small and humble.
But do Du think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Du were born,
Came up with a path for Du in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where Du are
Du have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Du are nothing to me
No matter how Du try
What do Du care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Du don't know me
No matter how Du try
Why are Du here?
Du know I don't want you
I told Du to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
Du can't mold me
No matter how Du try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved Von any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind oder fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
oder accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Du take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Singen of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even Von taking one step forward,
Von placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Du will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved Von any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind oder fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
oder accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Du take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Singen of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even Von taking one step forward,
Von placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Du will realize the cage has already been broken.