Preserved Topic: Can you believe its been a year? (Page 1 of 2)

Feels like a mounth since September 11'th. Are you going to morn or celebrate?


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Neither.

ditto to Dan

I'm going to celebrate by getting in an airplane and flying from California back to Kansas.

Along the way I'm going to punch every Afghani I see in the face.

Ah, the American way.

Yep, I'm pretty much just going about my business.

as if i heard that the flights will be for free on that day.

Well, I will be observing a 'moment of silence' for the firefighters and police officers who lost their lives in the line of duty...other than that, BaU...work.

Well, I think I'm gonna wear a blue ribbon and pray a little, observing a moment of silence. Or maybe watch TV, there may be some interesting thing to watch ..

Nothing special. Might watch some of the documentaries on TV if I have the time.

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Oh no, not me! I'd have to vote for "neither", as well. Last year a horrible thing happened, I forgot Malin's birthday! Sure, I had an excuse of sorts, airplanes crashing, etc..., but really, there *is* no excuse. For me, this September 11th is all about Malin. Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Your pal, -doc-

I cant believe its been a year either. I remember the whole day in soooooo much detail. There is like non-stop documentaries throughout the day here in Melb and the rest of Oz I guess. Today was a fine day although it had that dampening effect that seems to weaken you.

Im watching now some re=enactment of one of the flights, a doco on how the towers collapsed, and then there is a doco that two filmmakers captured who with the brigrade at the time.

I wore my blue and red ribbon today and will for the rest of the week perhaps. I was in the local brigrade when it happened, and as a firies....you really do feel it (although Ive dropped out since for final year of college studies).
I would like to watch some of the stuff on TV but Im currently working on 3 films and kinda running out of time before they are due in. Thats the weird part.....pple decribed those planes that hit as sucide pilots and here I am working on a WWII movie about the first Kamikaze attacks which were suicide pilots and all im doing most of time is animating planes:

I suppose I'll do neither. I'll certainly be thinking about it more today and feeling sad (which might count as mourning). There is a harrowing documentary '9/11' on TV tonight (BBC?) and I'm planning on watching that - a documentary team were wih one of the fire departments when it all happened - you've probably seen the footage where someone is fliming a fireman checking a drain and a plane flies into the first tower and you hear the fireman go 'Holy Shit' and that was filmed by that documentary team which then followed the firemen into the building.

Happy Birthday Malin

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I'll celebrate: Happy Birthday Malin!

Our company is goin to observe a minutes silence, out of respect for the families of those who lost loved ones.
They are the only ones who I'll be thingking of at this time.

Those that are gone, are exactly that - as are the perpitrators.

Just have to get on with life, not dwell on the past, but spare a thought for those that live on.
Shit happens - and will continue to happen as long as the world is populated by people - not that I'm a cynic, more a realist.

Yeah I'm sorry so many people died, and it does seem like yesterday, but who will stop to spare a thought for the thousands (millions even) who die each year as a result of the greedy, self rightious actions of our so-called peace loving nations?

Sometimes, I feel ashamed to be british.
Other times, I feel proud to be Welsh.
Go figure.


Oh, and happy birthday Malin.



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I'll mourn for america's ignorance, which has only increased since last year.

I'll mourn for America's dead, which has only increased since last year

Jason

I'll be watching the events all day. Because I work at the national offices of a newspaper company, we're "on call" all day. This essentially means we are to drop everything we are doing or come back into work if some large event occurs today.

-tiki, cell 478

Happy birthday to Malin and Moby.

I'm going to ignore everything about 911 today, save for this topic. More than 8,000 people die of AIDS each day, (just to name some cause) and I don't see anyone making too big of a fuss about that.

Edit: Just to clarify; Sure, I don't think it's bad to mourn over the loss, but it's just another brick in the wall. This isn't meant as an assualt/insult, it's just my point of view.



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Happy Birthday Malin!

I forgot it was today x.x I got into work and saw this thread.

Gotta say, I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard about it. And it certainly doesn't seem like a year has passed since that terrible day. The whole day, for me, was a blurr of listening to the radio and trying to get work done while getting freaked out by co-workers who thought a big university like Stanford (where I work) could be a target. Still, the whole thing really didn't hit me until I found out one of the students at the school I go to (Santa Clara University) was killed in one of the planes.

I'm probably going to pray for the families and firefighters and such tonight but today I've gt do work, unless we have some sort of moment of silence or something, that would be cool.

I have a feeling once school starts (Sept. 23) we'll have a memorial service or something like that.

Huggles all. I hope you have a good day!

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I'm not big on celebrations or mourning so it will look like business as usual for me today. I prefer to continue to think about where we go from here, as I have been doing since 9/11.

There are many problems that need to be solved and very few people who seem interested in finding solutions to them.

Oh, and a very happy birthday wish goes to Malin.

. . : slicePuzzle

It doesn't really seem fair to compare people dying from a disease to people dying because a group of nut cases decided to fly planes into buildings.

Being that I live in the United States it's only a matter of time before we have the September 11th Sale at the mall, I'll mourn and celebrate while I can. I'll mourn the needless loss of life and I'll celebrate the country coming together, even if just for a short while.

-Jestah
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I'm just moving onward .. morning is good and all but the time is now that we move forward but never forget .. what we as a country are and what we fight for and why this day will become a national holiday much like Pearl Harbor is


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Started typing this at Local time: 1:25 am Thursday, September 12th. This is gonna be a bloody long post!

September 11th, 2002 was not a fun day. To be honest I was planning on sleeping right through this day.

However, my plans were foiled before the day even started.

10:00am Tuesday the 10th I drag my sorry arse out of bed and perform the morning ritual (piss, coffee, asylum). The day was going quite well. I was going over my subject readings for some lectures I missed last week and generally the weather was perfect. Then at around 2:00pm I received a little email with the following subject heading "Urgent! Assessment due date changed". The pricks moved the due date forward a day. Right then I knew another all nighter was just around the corner.

Fine whatever. It's not like I already drink too much fucking coffee. Just give me a drip and pump the caffeine straight into my veins. Don't worry about my health. My eyes look like they do because I actually coloured them in with a red texter....

I swear every cop of coffee I had on Sept.11 was as bitter as hell and didn?t contain anywhere near enough sugar. Anyways, (From 2:00pm Tuesday through till 4:30pm Wednesday) I'm strung out like a wire and trying to learn a program language whilst using it to write an interactive narrative. I'd provide metaphors to help summarise the experience but there are minors present. I'm also really anal about how my work looks aesthetically so add 8+ hours of PhotoShop work on top of that and my head's about to pop off as I scramble to unload the last bits of code as I rush out the door so I an get the train in time (4:30pm Wednesday).

My Dad gave me lift down to the train station cause he's just a super kinda guy. besides, I think he welcomed the break from completely re-wiring the insides of my Brothers recently burnt plasticy smelling Sarbe. Not an easy job when your not an auto electrician, doubly so when your a year off 60.

While on the train in I hit that caffeine bliss stage. Where you just fell.. nothing. No tiredness, no thoughts, nothing. I get to Uni late (5:55pm) and rush into my tutorial where we have to finish off the assignment (each student?s work gets linked up) only to be told that they have decided to extend it by a week! FUCK! BASTARDS!

Well, I'm here now and I don't actually feel too bad (I was still in that blissful caffeine overload stage) so I decided to do a keep working on it for a while (7:00pm Wednesday).

I started to feel ill around 7:30pm so I headed off to catch the bus. Darn, just missed one. On, when's the next bus? WTF! That was the last one! Crap. Now I have to walk all the way up that big arse hill and through the golf course to catch a different bus. On my way I decided to pick up a small serve of RedRooster chips as I realised I hadn't eaten anything since I woke up at 10:00am Tuesday (That can't be healthy can it?). I decided to get just a small packet as I would be home soon and I have free food there -- the chips would last me the train trip home.

I arrive back at Roma Street train station at about 8:10pm. Bloody brilliant! Just missed the 8:05 train. Next one isn't until 8:35pm. Darn, should have gotten a larger server of chips. At around 8:15pm I was approached by an Asian tourist trying to catch a train to Landsborough. I had no idea where that was but since her English wasn't very good I decided to go find the station master at figure out where she need to be and what time her train left. Helping her out made me feel a lot better, so I decided to doodle the rest of the 15 mins. away while I was in a happy mood.

The train was crowded and the air-con was turned up way too high. If I had to stand I knew I was going to puke being awake for so long so I had to elbow my way into a seat. Still, I would have preferred a less crowded train so I could actually get some sleep on it. So much for my happy mood.

9:15pm I'm almost home now but WTF happened to spring? I swear Sept.11 in Brisbane has been the coldest day all year -- and I thought the air-con on the train was cold. Freezing my arse off on the 10 min. walk home I wished I had the energy to move just a little bit faster so I could stay warm but alas -- I was just too tired.

9:25pm I walk in the door and greet my family like any other day (besides feeling like a zombie). I glance across at the TV to find 9.11 2001 disaster documentaries glaring at me. Great, that's the last thing I wanna see right now. Food! there's food in the fridge! Fridge! Man I'm starving. I start to make my way to the fridge as I ask my Mum how everyone else is....

This is when it kind of jumped up and bit me. Something about the way she said it had me rattled. The words "You father's not feeling too good". I've heard her say them before but not like this. Something wasn?t right here. I asked what was wrong and she explained what had happened. I know she didn't explain it in much detail but I knew my mum and dad well so I could fill in the missing quirks.

Apparently my dad had come up from fixing my brothers car and he was shaking. My mum asked if he was ok and he replied "I'm fine". Although my dad's the kind of person who would answer "I'm fine" if he was dead and was still able to speak. Anyways, he was feeling rather cold so he took a shower and went to bed early. My mom had thought he'd given himself a shock from the electrical systems he was working on and was too embarrassed to tell her. Which seems quite likely know my dad but something kept telling me that wasn't it.

I decided to check in on him to make sure he was ok. He was asleep and snoring his head off. yup, that's my dad. Then I heard a faint voice say, "can you get me some panadol?"

Then it clicked. You don't need panadol 2 hours after an electrical shock. This was something else. I soon returned with the panadol and asked what was in pain. "My chest and head" he replied, barely able to talk. Ok, that's odd. Anything else wrong? "yeah, I have pins and needles in my arms and legs and I'm really cold" Ok, that's worse. I checked his forehead, red hot. Then I got that sinking feeling, "Dad, do you have any pain running down your left arm?"....

"Yes, quite a lot" was all I could make out. I think he said more but i didn't hear or understand it. I didn't need to.

OH FUCK!

My dad's been lying in bed having a heart attack for the last two hours while my mum's been watching TV in the next room!

Being in the not so health state of mind that I was in I found myself on the phone to my ex-girlfriend. Which was a good thing as she did three years of Nursing as University. She managed to calm me down and at the same time confirm my fears. I hung up and dial 000 (the emergency services number for Australia) and put through a call for an ambulance.

11:00pm Redcliff Hospital. Don't ask me how those brief few horrible moments translated into 2 and a half-hours as I still don't know. I'm now looking at my father hooked up to all manners of machines as a nurse pumps him full of morphine.

12:30am, Thursday, We get word from the doctor that he should be ok now but they're going to keep him in for a couple of days to monitor him and what not.

~sigh~

12:35am On the way home in the car I was still starving and trying to garnish some amount of nutrition for a packed of twisties I scored form the vending machine at the hospital. Nothing else it open at 12:30 am. Although I'm not tired any more, how odd.

1:05am I get back home again minus one dad.

1:10am I finally get to eat a decent meal.

Bugger me. What a ripe rotten shit of a day(s) this has been.

I sincerely hope your week was much better. The strange part though -- it's now 2:25am and I'm still not tired.... Arr well. My dad will live another day. I guess I can't be too picky.

Drac, that is a crappy, crappy day you had, but it would have been worse if you hadn't checked in on your father like that! I'm so glad you got him to a hospital in time. My dad was on a business trip when he died of a heart attack, just three days after my 21st birthday. He didn't get to see me graduate from college, but he did see me marry. My point? You give your father a big hug the next time you see him, and never take his being there for granted. I did...

My heart goes out to you Drac, glad it looks like he's going to be ok though.

Enjoy some rest... you earned it.

I'm glad your Dad will be ok Drac

I get up today, grab a coke and sit back... nothing on TV but Sept 11th stuff...
nothing against what happened, no disrespect to those who lost their loved ones...
I feel bad today... just a year ago I was yelled at to watch TV, as I did tears rolled
down my face as I saw on live TV people jumping out of windows... How much hell
would you have to be in, to jump to your death?

*shudder*

Drac, I really hope everything will turn out to the best for all of you!
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This is when it kind of jumped up and bit me. Something about the way she said it had me rattled. The words "You father's not feeling too good". I've heard her say them before but not like this. Something wasn?t right here. I asked what was wrong and she explained what had happened. I know she didn't explain it in much detail but I knew my mum and dad well so I could fill in the missing quirks.

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really tells us how important it is to listen to that little voice that sits in your belly telling you things from time to time...

I'm glad you are one of those who listens.
All the best/Dan

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Man Drac...that is a tough day. Good to hear about your Father pulling through...congrats man, you sure did the right thing.

Later in life, it's days like these that you'll be boasting about...<monty python mode>When I was young....</end monty python mode>

Alls well that ends well...get some sleep!

Well I'm just going to do either too. I might watch the 9/11 on BBC tonight (which has just started ), but I've seen it all before last year, so why watch it all again?

Drac: That's one bad day you've had, hope all thing get better.


Copey

For me...as I watched the events of last year unfold before my eyes was enough. I mourned days maybe even weeks later when it REALLY hit me. I feel sorrow for the parents, spouses and children left behind is so much loss and pain. It was the biggest tragedy of my lifetime. Today I just remembered them, had the moment of silence and prayer and moved on.

Malin...I wish the best birthday today!




Doc, how sweet of you !

Gosh Drac. Hope you sleep well! You deserve the rest. Keep us updated on your dad, but I'm sure glad he's okay. My dad's been really sick for the last 6 months or so...when he got out of the hospital last time I realized...I have to cherish every moment because I don't know how long I'll have with him, or any of my family. Unfortunately, I live 6 hrs away from all known family members...but I make a point of calling and stuff, just to say "I love you."

GL!

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Drac .. so sorry to hear about your day .. I do hope sunshine returns to your daily schedule .. though I'm sure it will .. still your day seemed like a very long one .. be well Drac


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Drac that was a very deep story, and a bad day it was, thanks for sharing it with us...

Let me tell you a little about my day...

Ok, so I wake up and the first thing I think of is "wow its here," then "ok clothing..." I just decided to dress normal, like I did a year ago, NiN T-Shirt, black jeans, sort of dressed for a funeral you might say. I also wore 2 things that I hardly ever wear. I wore an american flag pin on my shirt, and I wore my Eye Of God amulet (which can be seen as the first image for mine and WS's PS Pong game). So I get to school, seems ok, nothing different. I go to my locker, get my matirials for 1st period and head on that way... First period rolls in with the bell, and we all stand up and say the pledge... I never said it more proud in my life (and yes I said under god). So we turn on channel 1 news. To eliminate confuision about the channel 1 news program just click here. Ok we watch their progression about the memory of New York's fire fighters and PD. Thats over, went smoothly, then we turn it on fox for live news. Ok so we are watching the news on fox, nothing bad there, we are waiting for the moment of silnce. Ok so the moment of silence comes, and we are all silent, untill something stupid and un called for happened. During the moment of silence the office had to be morons and start reading off the events of 911 and cause a disturbance. But that was ok I could deal with it. It was near the end of the moment of silence that sparked my authority. Some people just kind of got tired of the moment of silence and didn't feel like they needed to fully respect the situation by talking and hitting each other w/ gatorade bottles. WTF? I looked at them and yelled "Would you shut your god damn mouth? Some people are trying to respectfully remember what happened." Suprisingly the teacher just nodded and told me to sit down as opposed to sending me to the office for using the "GD," phrase. I was lucky.

So the day goes on, in the lunch room they have the large TV screen playing FOX and we all listen to the names of the poeple lost... The day just went on, and on... and on! Nothing different, except it felt strange for me to label my papers with 9/11/02.

Ok so the school day is over, some discussions in between class and what not but nothing too import to mention. Ok so I walk outside and see a shitload of students on the lawn holding hands in a circle praying.... I just walk on ignoring them. Kind felt like laughing but I didn't want to be hypocritical, I just let them do their thing. Ok so that was my day pretty much, and I am here right now posting this for you!

I didn't morn, or celebrate, I just remembered. And as so I will. I felt very inspired today for some reason. But it was an interesting day, and a day to remember. And I hope they rebuild the Trade Centers like they did w/ the pentagon, I really do. And the memorial service was very nice, it was very humble and well coordinated.


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Drac, you definitely had a rough day, but I'm glad to hear your dad is OK.

And happy birthday to Malin. Not sure if this is appropriate, but Doc's post made me think of something I read.

I'd go out and have a good time anyway, and if anyone gave me shit I would simply let them know it was my birthday. That's not wrong.


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Everyone who has access to HBO put it on now, I am taping this.

Happy B-Day Malin. Many Happy returns.

Oh my, did I say all of that. I don't remember it being quite so long -- and a big thankyou for everyone who actually read all of that. It probably wasn't the most pleasant thing to read and I hope it didn't spoil your day. I'd like to think I'll never have to tell a story like that again but if I do i'll put it in a different thread.

Anyway, it looks like my Dad will be fine. I'm going back into the hospital to see him again today.

I know it's a little late but I'd like to wish Malin, and Bachman, a big happy birthday with lots of streamers, party hats and piles of fat creamy cake with many fine cups of lush rich coffee!

This just goes to show that even on a day that will be forever marked by such a dark act we have reason to celebrate! Thus is life really. Bad things will enviably happen, but so will good things. And I'd like to hope that in the years to come we could devote more time to the Malin's and Bachman's of the world.

I'll remember what happened yesterday for the rest of my life. But I'm so happy that I came hear to share it with you all -- finding so many of you in such good spirits and celebrating Malin's b-day will help bring a smile to my face whenever I think back to how it all ended.

Oh.. My dad just called from the hospital. He's up and about now and he'll be able to come home later on tonight. See, another reason to smile.

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Drac: YAY! Very glad to hear that!

Genevieve<---that's me!!
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well my day was a blur for a whole bunch of things like a complete system reinstall,but managed to watch some stuff on cnn, then i read Drac's post and it made me think real hard about my own life so i ate a whole lorry full of humble pie and did something i havent done in 18 years...

i called my dad...yupo thats right i spoke to my dad for the first time in 18 years, we had the mother of all fallouts and everytime i tried to talk to him after that he never answered the phone or my letters or if i got through my step mom would talk to me but not him,

anyway without getting into the whys and wherefores of what happened to cause this, when i spoke to my dad it was like speaking to someone i didnt know..hell he is nearly 60 now, i got two brothers i didnt even know existed, so come christmas i am off home to try and pick up the pieces and fill in an 18 year old void, it just got easier not to call or try and make peace after a while. i always knew where he was and kept in contact with some of his friends so i knew the basics but he only let them tell me what he wanted me to know...ie he was alive...

so drac i wish you and ya dad all the best,make everyday count and thanks for ya post it was the kick up the ass i needed, and i will spend the rest of the time that me and my dad have making sure that the next 18 years if we get that long count...

so folks no matter how bad things get dont make the same mistake me and my dad did...live everyday with ya familly like its ya last as drac showed sometimes it may just be that way...

thanks drac from the bottom of my heart