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The weather & view were so inspiring today, that on my way home after dropping my darling off to work, so early it was still dark, I couldn't resist going for a long highway drive. I wished I had a camera to share with you the beauty of all that I saw, I wished I could have taken a snap shot of my point of view, my vantage point, to show you, all that keeps my heart tethered to this land of ours

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There was a post the other day on quitnet about how you reach for the joy in your quit. Up until then, I hadn't thought about that, every time I quit before I did, but this time it was getting old & I was tired of falling off the wagon, so my only focus was just not smoking. And reading all the beautiful replies I realized I was missing out by treating my quit like an old thing I wanted to get

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so dusty!!hmm *looks around* I remember this place! :))))) I should clear the dust.

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I left my heart at the end of 290Waved goodbye & good riddance Vowed I’d live cold but in dignity Vowed I’d never love or loose againNever knew he’d bring it back to me!Throbbing vigorously in his hands Brand new, gift wrapped & shiny He never knew I’d want him to keep it That he’d always have a piece of me His eyes are the color of my heart Open my chest & you will see Along side the coral & the

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I stand in front of youAnd I am all that I amJust as you see meAll of meAnd nothing elseNo lies. No deception. No hidden motives.Look at meListen to meAnd you’ll already have known everythingI’m not just honest because it’s wrong to lie!I’m honest because I don’t want to live a lie!Because I want you to see me whole& know me inside out … as I'd know youOtherwise … how can you be my mate?!How can

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The Fish Princess is Here ! aaaaaaaaaaaaaand .. I have nothing else .. I'm just goofin :P

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Alright, so I’m reading this book called “What Are You Optimistic About?”, it’s a collection of responses by scientists & thinkers on the question, edited by John Brockman, & I came across something that could be a reply to my previous post on EXISTENCE! Go Figure ;)ANTON ZEILINGR Physicist, University of Vienna, and scientific director of the Institute of Quantum Optics & Quantum information,

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1- I want to be a working independent person2- I want to experience first hand what I learn3- I want to apply first hand what I lean4- I want to learn more by experience5- I want to feel the passion of the children again6- I need to have a commitment7- I want to set a corner stone in my life8- I want to be serious about my career9- I want to establish myself10- I want to come into my ownAm I

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They would sound like this ...

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A thought I kept having … but never knew exactly how to articulate …Without the observing mind, the universe could not exist; for there would be no consciousness to witness it. The whole history of the universe exists only because we were there to discover & record it, excluding of course, the possibility of extraterrestrial life.The thought is arrogant & conceited … but it makes sense enough!!I

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Hiiii .. Sorry I haven't replied sooner .. been very busy after my vacation Settling back in . getting a job .. quitting a job .. getting a new one :P yup .. still a bee buzzing around I am doing very good, a little museless lately however .. Anyone up for a muse hunt?

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Meet lil' Stewie An adorable lil’ toy poodle that will be joining our happy little family soon.And of course, you know who he’s named after right?!Notorious Stewie GriffinGet ready boys & girl ..Macho man AnubisAristocat KatyaCool SparkyGet ready to meet your new lil’ brother. Shake paws Stewie :)))Technically, Sparky & Katya are not mine. They just stay with me cuz they know where the lovin at ;

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Tossing & turning in a light sleep, the song of morning birds & the clicking of my mother on her lap top a few meters away, are the first things that penetrate my awareness. I ask what time it is; very early she says. I wonder what she’s doing up at this ungodly hour, then I remember; she was tired last night and slept very early. Myself on the other hand, I’ve been feverishly sleeping most of

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I am currently vacationing with my family in a place where you have the freedom to act upon your whims & desires. So today, I put my book & water in a back pack & rode on my mother’s bike. I was in a somewhat melancholic mood & wanted a break from the world of the living, so I headed to a nearby cemetery located in a large & lush green park. Upon entering, I was engulfed in a world of peaceful

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I keep wanting to talk to youI keep having conversations with you in my mindI keep making mental notes to call you today.But I never get around to it somehowI could never find a time that seems just rightI need to say something to you, that I think you will understand. The reason I ebb & go in and out of your life like a careless wave. It isn’t that I am so cruel or even careless. The fact is; I’

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Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"---As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage?

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I know I won't, but I've been noticing alot of negativity around & I can't understand it, regardless of all there are plenty of positive points that we can use if we pay attention & if we stop sulking & keep our arms in our hands. This is just a battle, did you think you would have fixed everything between one day & one night!?!! The war is ongoing & it's Not over yet. So keep your heads up.

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This post is a cut n' paste from Ayya's blog. The link is on the side bar under "Blogin Around"****************************************** It seems like Kuwait is cursed by Alkhurafi myth. For not only he is ruining our country by the power of his millions, where no one dares to stand against him, he is also preparing his smaller image in his nephew Marzooq Alghanim to extend his curse at least

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Children of my heart, your work will not be lost .. Your words have been recreated on stickers & will be posted every where possible. But bear in mind that before they came on paper, they were already in our hearts as they are in yours. Now all that's left is to spread them around. They bear repeating ;)Thank you so very much, Keep up the good work .. & don't .. I repeat .. do not give in to the

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There is a person who is not in my life now, but his blood is & always will be in my veins, even if he would like to ignore or deny that fact. He thinks that by denying me he denies my mistakes! I don’t hate him. I can never hate him. But I can blame him & I do. I blame him for a narrow mindedness I never foresaw in him – I blame him for giving up & refusing to be tolerant – I blame him because

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Learn Spanish.Learn Italian.Learn French.Learn to play the guitar.Learn to play the piano.Learn kickboxing.Learn Akido.Get a doctorate in English lit.Teach ESL in Spain.Live in a hut/chalet somewhere on a beach for a while.Travel the world.Learn to connoisseur food.Have a baby.Become a wise old woman.Help as many people as I can & give as much of myself as I can.Meet many people & make lots &

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OK. So we’ve got pigs living among us. Pigs, that lift their hands in a ten-missing-a-finger, because that fat little piggy finger is busy holding a flag. The fat pig’s face sports a stupid grin while its head bobs left & right. To add salt to the injury; a simple yet insolent lift of the eyebrows at the end, a practice common in this particular species, shame is an unknown factor.And we also

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A long, long time ago, so long it seems like another life time, I applied for a scholarship to study architecture, I was denied. Filan wild 3alantan was accepted. It was then that I realized that all that talk about the youth being the true treasure of this country & about education being the beacon of the young generations & our country’s future, was just what it was, talk! That was my first

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“ The romantic – that was what I wanted. I hungered for the romance of the sea, and foreign ports, and foreign smiles. I wanted to follow the prow of a ship, any ship, and sail away, perhaps to China, perhaps to Spain, perhaps to the South Sea Isles, there to do nothing all day long but lie on a surf-swept beach…. “ Richard Halliburton (1900 – 1939 ) *** “ Morbid thoughts, grey-green gloom,

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طُلب مني أن أسترسلَ في وصف رجل من الرجال، يقطن في الطرف الآخر من الممر. ولفترة ليست بالقصيرة، هربت مني الكلمات وحار بي الفكر فلم يدر قلمي أنى وكيف يبدأ! ومع ذلك فليس هو بالرجل الصعب الوصف، بل إن بساطة وصفه هي بالذات ما ألجم قلمي فأسكته. إني مجرد إنسان، قد يكون الكون هو حد وجودي وكياني، لكن حدود عقلي ملموسة بما تراه عيناي وتتلمسه حواسي، فمن أنا بعد ذلك لأسترسل في وصف إنسان؟ إن ما أراه يمر قبيل أن

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I recently went through an adventure, that turned into a mishap, that turned back into an adventure when it was done & seen through neutral eyes ..And the lesson .. ?All is in that single last line .. & it’s not even mine ..يا صاحبي في كل الأحوال مشكور ...بس ابتعد والوصل خله قطاعة !ماحد على الثاني ترى اليوم مجبور ...وكأنه على النسيان عندي استطاعة !يا صاحبي معذور أنا وانت معذور .. ما يجتمع مغلي

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On the crossroads of chance I came across a poor man with nearly naught to eat. I gave him what I could but not what he needs. He needed a skill, a trade, something to live & get by on. And in the world of computers & technology, he could only write his name .. fuck it, I can’t write, I’m too upset thinking of this man, I’m broken hearted over him & almost in tears. I would have cried if I had

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Well, one more turn around the sun, one more year of existence, another 360 (o kharda!) days to add to my score of experiencing mother earths pleasures & beauties &amp; here I am back at march the 8th again ;) I’ve been celebrating for a week now, not that I meant to, it’s just I’ve been in a celebratory mood, no parties or any such thing, just good ol’ me, family & friends feeling good, healthy

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قل العمل في المكتب اليوم وملني الكتاب الذي يقراني، فقمت أتسكع في الجوار، وأعجبني منظر رأيته صدفة بين المكاتب في مبنى الشركة. رأيته في مكان لا أظن لي صلاحية البقاء به. إنه سلم في الخلف، يؤدي أسفله إلى المخازن، وأعلاه إلى باب حديدي أبيض لم أتحراه لكن شكله مقفل وإن كان يوحي أنه يؤدي إلى السطح أو إلى غرف العاملين. ما أثار إعجابي في المكان هو سقف السلم المرتفع والنافذة الكبيرة أعلاه، في شركة ومكاتب

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Feeling stressed out again. Although the smell of sea water still lingers in my nostrils, the splish splashing of the buttery waves still echoes in my ears, the taste of salt still on the tip of my tongue & the chill of a solitary desert night still in my bones. Been somewhat stressed lately, trying to hold the feeling at bay, trying to stay connected to God in my heart. Yesterday I felt the

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NEW FAMILY MEMBERS COMING UP As soon as I get my lazy ass into action that is ;P

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By the will of God, I herby enchant these words so that who ever happens upon them shall have a wonderful 06, packed & overflowing with love, peace & happiness. That it may bring to their door steps the fulfillment of their deepest wishes & desires. That they may witness in the unfolding of its pages the realization of their dreams & ambitions. That they be surrounded with beauty & abundance

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Well, I change bk grounds alot & right now my bkground is the picture from the post "God Conscience". But when I was first tagged by both Blasha & Elegance I was in an awfully Kramish mood & this was my bkground:Don't laugh I love Kramer ;P And who wouldn't love that wacky hair anyway!There is hardly anyone left to tag but as fortune would have it I happened to meet a very nice young girl who has

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More from The Bros. Karamazov‘There was, so it goes, a certain thinker and philosopher here on your earth who repudiated everything, ‘laws, conscience, faith’ and, above all, the future life. He died thinking he’d go straight to death and darkness, and, lo and behold, there was the future life before him. He was astounded and indignant. “this,” he said, “is against my principles.” So for that he

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I am another blog, another person, another statistic. I happen to be female, or male. So if we should meet. If our paths should cross, can I really talk to you? Can I talk to you, say, about art? About history, love & wisdom? Can I talk to you about life? And if I did, would you listen to me pure in heart & mind? Would you answer me with what you believe, in total trust & love? Would you speak to

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Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky ( 1822-1881), was a Russian novelist, journalist, short-story writer, whose psychological penetration into the human soul profoundly influenced the 20th century novel. His central obsession was God, whom his characters constantly search through painful errors and humiliations. Famous for his complex analyses of the human mind, he creates the extreme situations and

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Why do we have to look up in prayer, when God is everywhere! When in despair, all I have to do is look at my hand, watch the intricate marks left by Him on me & imagine my blood with all its contents running through my veins & nurturing every cell. How many cells! Such love & care I’m continuously showered with, I am filled with God; in and all around me. Do you not see the godliness of God in

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Sorry guys, I made a mistake while replying to your comments & had to delete comments. But I appreciate the responces. Thank You (^.^)

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We’ve had some problems with Shadow, as the black cat became known; at night, he was nothing but a little silhouette hidden in the grass. Three days in a row we tried to catch him & every time he managed to slither between our hands & towels, then stand far away & watch us, never coming closer again for the day. Finally, he seemed to take things in his own paws, disappearing again. I can only

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To all my dear cat & animal lovers, I am faced with an animal moral dilemma. The Black Velveteers are a family of 6 cats in our garden I used to feed, one day most of them disappeared. More about them in the post “Cats & Moms”. Well here is the thing, one of them, a small sized male, came back this morning & he is in terrible shape. At first sight he appeared to be almost wasted & on a closer

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In my multiple quests & as I sampled the flavors of labor in the form of a series of part time jobs, I have come across a great many thing that has influenced me into further hesitation. Those miniature experiences had the most desirable effect in the way of informative charge. And despite the different nature of each job, I never came across one I didn’t enjoy. Three jobs in banking, one as a

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I'm bored with almost everything right now .. & Nothing you can say could unbore me ;P Even my blog got bored of me being bored of it and decided to get bored with me!!!

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I spend my days, in as much laughter& tranquil love as I could muster. Reap the good & let the bad be I always say ..But in the guise of every night she comes to me.In teary eyed desperation, and she weeps on my shoulder.She is not blind. As much as she tries … she can still see.How unkind brother man can be! How decisive & blind!& she wonders how come she can’t smell death in the air!When it’s

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A couple of days ago a kuku peach decided to have an adventure. I had originally planned on a long random walk, but in a rare fit of good humor and un-laziness my little sister consented to come along. I had asked out of politeness, didn’t think my usually extremely lazy sister would agree! So the nature of the adventure had to change from random anything to a well organized family plan including

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!!! يا جماعة الصيف خلصالشمس غابت! والبرد قعد يزحف علينا!!!!و أنا ما سافرت ولارحت مكان!!!!ولاحتى يومين البحرين!يالله مو مشكلة. شفيها الديره!! حلوة الديره! شمس ... و بحر!!!بس وين البحر!!!! ماكو بحر!!!! بحر مافي..أبوي باع الشاليه ووهقنا !! الله يسامحك يا يبا شردتنا بعز الصيف!!!!!!!!والمسيلة بحرهم لوعة!!الله يرضي جذي!!!يا ناس! انتو ترضون؟!!!شسوى أنا يعني شسوي!!!!!!!!أبي بحر يبا شلون!!أبجي يعني أبجي؟!

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At about the same time Anubis was born a year & four months ago, a black feline gave birth in our garden to a litter of 5 black kittens. These little rascals became my pride & joy outside the home, Anubis’s street brethren if you will. I called them my Black Velveteers & couldn’t help but feed them every can of tuna, sardines & sometimes even cat food we had. Sadly my dad’s complaints finally

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What is the difference between them?When ever I meditate, I usually have a feeling of god in & around me. There is also a feeling of connectedness and sometimes even communion. I’ve always considered it to be almost a form of prayer. In prayer, I feel the exact same way, a closeness to god, connectedness & communion. So in conclusion they are either one or indeed very similar.Upon researching it

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The Osho Zen tarot is among my very favorite tarot decks. Because regardless of what tarots are supposed to do, these cards have a wisdom in them that far surpasses any other deck I’ve come across, or even any book! I shuffled the other day and drew Aloneness. It’s such a beautiful card with a beautiful meaning. A meaning I think a lot of us need to understand. I’ve been noticing a lot of lonely

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By Betty Edwards.A couple of months ago, I was considering taking up drawing to further develop my creativity & provide a new outlet for things that needed to be expressed through me. I’ve always had a thing for drawing. Combined with my affinity for mathematics this was one of the main reasons why I was directed towards my first major, architecture, at a very early age.And I’ve always liked to

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Romance She stood on her tippy toes, staring into the dark pits of his eyes.Holding his shoulders for balance she said: “Romance me love”He smiled and said “Wait baby, wait for my heart beat to slow”“Wait till I can breath again, in your presence I can hardly speak”“I can hardly know real from dream, and my knees get so week!”She lowered her eyes and gazed at his chest, fingered a couple of

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Oh No BLaSha has tagged me!! LoolThis kind of reminds me of the 100 things post only shorter .. well .. here goes ;)10 years ago: I set sail to Rhode Island, USA to study Architecture. Needless to say I spent a year clubbing and taking it easy, flunked and made myself come bk home lool typical teenage me ;)5 years ago: Was in KU majoring in Information Tech. Needless to say, I didn’t wake up much

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I know I said I would be away from my blog for a while, mostly this was for lack of inspiration to write anything new. But I was still commenting around on & off and I stumbled across bo_ghazi's blog http://bo-ghazi.blogspot.com/ and I found out that he on day one of his smoke quit and that just made me PROUD ;D I love it when I stumble across a quitster. I love quitsters, I love thier

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breather http://www.cartoonstock.com/This blog is taking a little breather (^.^)Not sure how long I’ll be but I’ll be bk sooner than u know it ;)

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dogtree .. UzF & JanJoon's blog problem is taken care of.... And Thank you my lovely little lady for showing me the error of my browsers ways ;)

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Hey Uooz, I can't get into your comments page to comment nothing would happen when I click post a comment ;\ except I get a little "Tling" sound!What gives!!Same with JanJoon's blog La La Land.Is anyone else having trouble commenting on anyone's blog?maybe it's my pc! ;\

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No poem. The words just won’t fit together this time!! It’s so frustrating!So what do u do when you’re failed by the word?Bitch and moan is what u do ;)انظر كيف تضحك الشموعحين يتعثر بي القلموتسخر مني الوريقاتانظرني ألملم حاجياتي بين سطورهاأقوم أتبختروأجلس على حواف الكلماتI am a grain of sand with a brain.Bliss & peace are mine to attain.If I could just drop this brain and remain a grain!

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...There is something stirring deep under the layers of smiles & laughes... ...Something dark and tainted wanting to come out......A poem about to be born... ...Giving birth hurts...But it's the only way!

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Before u read .. This post .. Ma 3inda salfa .. Purg .. don't say I didn't warn u .. ;)No point .. ma 3indy salfa ;pWell, my folks R away for the summer which gives me the chance to make use of thier wonderfully large bathtub. My spiritual music is playing, my apple scented bubbles are as big & foamy as they'll get & my candles are lit; pink for love & peace of mind, green for relaxation &

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Thank you Lord. Thank you for all the blessing you have bestowed upon me & continue to bestow. Thank you for this shelter over my head. Thank you for my health & wellbeing. Thank you for taking away my tooth ache. Thank you for free medical care. Thank you for my car. Thank you for my freedom. Thank you for my father. Thank you for my mother. Thank you for my brothers. Thank you for my sister.

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There are Tears ..There is Strength ..& There is Balance.When you first give up an addiction, you are overwhelmed with resistance. Your body screams at you to give it that which it craves. A little devil keeps whispering in your ears .. do it .. do it .. do it. But u persist. You will not abandon your battle with the demon.U Want This & It Is Yours.So the battle goes on, as you claim your life

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It feels good to dedicate every minute of your waking time, to joy & enjoyment. Enjoying the process that gets you there, as much as the goal you need to reach. It feels good to take your time, after all, time cannot be saved, it can only be .. spent! Doesn’t it feel good to spend it wisely & enjoy?It feels good to look beyond petty appearances & the darker side of human emotions, understanding

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For Aldara ... "Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form,can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways."Oscar Wilde"The purest and most thoughtful mindsare those which love color the most."John Ruskin"Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions."Pablo Picasso"Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. it will possess me always, I know it. That is

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To Be.To Live.To Come & Go.To Feel.To Hold.To Mold.To Love.& Touch.To Hum & Be Merry.Joy!To Me, To You, To Him & Her & Them & Those.Joy To Us.The Flowers, The Skies, The Seas & Rain Drops.Baby Laughter, Butter Fly wings, Furry Pets & Love’s Caress.Every day I’m filled with Joy.Every Day I Bloom in Joy.Heed This Joy.Touch This Joy.The Joy of This.The Joy of That.The Joy of All.& It’s All,About

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Check out my nick name .. Wanasa this is cool (^.^) Thanks misguided ;)And here is the link :click me.

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¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than fighting cancer.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than breathing through tubes up your nose.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than having a Tracheostomy.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than losing your vision (AMD).¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than COPD.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than your child seeing you die from cancer.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than losing a friend . . . or a friend losing you.¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than hearing your doctor say, "Im sorry . . ."¤ ¤ ¤ Easier than laying

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This post is an inspiration ripped off the back of The Don ;) who in turn had ripped it off the back of Another (^.^) and like The Don said: This must be the longest post I’ve ever written or ever will write ;) Enjoy.1- I believe in god, but my Islamic religion is shaking in its boots!2- My home is the sea I would love to be buried in it when I die. (half serious wishful thinking)3- I fall in &

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7ayah 7ilwa One of the few street posters I ever did agree with. So much that it is now off the super market wall and on my own in my room (^.^) Yup, I ripped it off that wall under the cover of night ;p Plz don't tell! Translation: without it, life is beautiful.

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With my Anubis growing into the beautiful lad (cat) he is & since I have to fix him sooner or later, I wanted breed him first and get to see his babies. So a friend of mine told me about this gorgeous white & gray female. On description I was smitten with here & had to have her. Hence Freya .. Walked into Anubis’s life & mine. But to our dismay Freya turned out to be bigger than Nubie and I had

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Please watch all of them. Every single one. ALL. And if you have a smoking friend. Make them watch. Even if you have to force them. You have to see it.http://www.mededu.miami.edu/Tobacco/video1

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http://whatalongstrangetripitsbeen.blogspot.com/

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Nicotine is probably the most addictive of all drugs we know of. The addiction process is very complicated, with dopamine receptors, neurotransmitters, etc. This illustration is an oversimplification of the process, but helps smokers to understand the reason for the difficulty in quitting.Imagine that you have a factory in your brain which makes acetyl choline (you really do, but it doesn't quite

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The sun is shining & the birds are twittering. Every thing looks just lovely. I lit a rose scented candle and it’s making me feel like I’m a little insect lying down between the petals of a pink rose & it smells so lovely. No one told me life could be so beautiful smoke-free. I’m loving every second of it. Even with the withdrawal & emotional mayhem it’s all good. It all comes to pass, as I take

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!! قالو علامك! ساهر الليل كله... قلت اتركوني(نايم الظهر شبعان)

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Zip a dee do dah, zip a dee eh, My oh m-y - what a won-der-ful day Plen-ty of sun-shine - head-ing my way, Zip a dee do dah, zip a dee eh. Mis-ter blue-bird on my shoul-der, It's the truth, it's act-u-al,Every-thing is sat-is-fac-tual. Zip a dee do dah, zip a dee eh, Won-der-ful feel-ing, won-der-ful day. Have a wonderful happy day everyone ;)

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And so I leave my bed & come here again to write. But what do I have to say? Nothing good I’m afraid. Nothing good at all. Zipadee do dah zipadee fucking yay everything is un-fucking-satisfactual. I had a smoke today. Not because I was craving, I handled all my craves superbly and with utmost control, thank you very much. I did it but because I wanted to break it. I wanted to hurt over breaking

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I QUIT SMOKING I QUIT SMOKING I QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGI QUIT SMOKINGAnd That's That.

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A couple of days ago I was online & a friend I have not seen in a long time came on. We started chatting and catching up on each other when he gave me the news of death…Him: Remember flan.Me: No I don’t. (being sarcastic)Him: Flan obo Flana, u don’t remember him?Me: of course I remember him silly, what about him?Him: He died a week ago in a motorbike accident.It was so unexpected. I have not seen

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Last night, as soon as it struck twelve, I started partying.For two hours I was DJ of the house, starting with Alicia Keys’s Mr. Man to the Thousand Years of Sting going through mixtures of Spanish dance, techno & R&B. After that I lay in bed & let Yanni take my ears as I lost my other senses in some Pooh wisdom. When the words started to dance in front of my eyes, I put the book down, switched

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I was sitting alone in my room reading The Tao of Pooh; a graduaction gift from my mother. I had just started & I was a bit restless so I decided on a whim to go up to the roof & read there. Little did I know that I would not be able to read once I got there. Only I’d be itching to write. So I went bk to my room to get my notebook & ran bk up to the roof..So here I am, on the roof, looking at the

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Beautiful Death فاتنتي كالورقِ الأزرقْتتنقلُ بينَ الأزهارْنشوى برحيقٍ أُطرِدْوالوردُ سكرانٌ ولهانْتُرَفرِفُ تارةً على فلهًْوتلثمُ ُ فاهَ الأقحوانْوإِن طارتْ فاتنةَ الحلهْذبلَ الورقُ على الأغصانْإلى أن جاءَ فاتنتييومٌ عاصفٌ غضبانْتناقلتها براثنُ الريحِودارت بها الأرضُ كلَ مكانْتهاوت صغيرتيَ الزرقاءُتضمها الأرضُ وبقايا حنانْللهِ دُركِ يا جميلهْلونكِ ما زالَ فتانْحتى في رمقِ الموتِ الأسودْيسلبُ

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I was singing along with Sade, “.. you think I’d leave your side baby .. you know me better than that .. “. When Other Face spoke up:‘ Heck yeah, I’d leave ur ass any day “baby”!’. She was speaking to no one man in particular & that was evilly cool!‘You know’ I said, ‘Despite all appearances .. You are an evil person!’‘To be evil, u need to hate!’ Little One said. ‘Why not?’ said Other Face. ‘You

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ahora soy tristo.

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I just came back from a drive with my brother. We didn’t really mean to go towards Gulf Road & the attractions. But somehow while cruzing we found our selves going in that direction. It was very crowded. Cars of all colors, models & sizes littered the streets. The lights were almost blinding. I kept looking up at the moon that walked the sky along side us, a full moon! and tomorrow is the 25th!

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I sense an overflow around the bend ..& so I tap into the well of my soul,Reach deep within, try to make sense of it all.I look inside,& I see dragons .. In dragon days ..I hear Sting, with his hoarse voice ..Spinning a thousand webs,A thousand more..& in the background,I sense ghost stories ..Maidens in distress,Lovers in bliss ..And always the eye of the moon ..A perfect iris ..Staring down in

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A man called to me the other day, I don't know why ..He had black hair & dark eyes. He beckoned smiling.."But I am plagued with fright!" I thought, " I will not answer .."& so I sought my cards for advice.It turned out, he was a king this man ..A king of the earth, a loyal friend, the cards said"A friend!" I whispered,"But I have the world on top of me,I am earthbound and disappointed,I do not

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Dear Dream Lover,For some reason unknown to me, since I was 15 I had a deep rooted belief that u would come for me once I turned 17! It was irrational and didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t shake it. But then 17 came and left and u didn’t come! It’s almost 11 years now since that innocent time, I’ve met scores of Mr.’s between then and now, but I never confused any of them with u. I almost sold my

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All my life I have been obsessed with it!Sometimes I even thought that I possessed it!For in my heart ..I see the dark beauty of an ancient Indian courtesan. Her gazelle eyes had the power to rob a man of his soul! The King of kings himself, trembled between the folds of her silky raven hair, like a fragile leaf! When he would come back from war, his feet would be washed by his high lady the

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my first 2 scarfs and a kanvas I started forever ago and just finished ;)

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More gun shots today More killing & hatful pain More souls unceremoniously whisked away & I keep thinking of their mothers I cry Their breaths still mingle in today’s air Their last spoken words still hover inside ears .. Reluctant to leave & their brushes still contain strands of their hair! I keep thinking of their mothers! & I cry Oh beloved country!!! How I cry! I can almost smell the

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I know only two things .. What I need to know .. And what I want to know I Need to know .. How to maneuver my way through life .. How to fulfill .. and be fulfilled The talents and traits to build .. Knowledge .. The basics .. I Want to know .. How to give love to life till I start to pour .. .. How to live through every silky thread of it’s wonders .. How to breath day & night entwined in one

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This here blog is for my dear Jeff sweety ;P bitz too if your interested ;) and any other foreign friends who might wana know what banak is ;) Jeff said he could find banak pics on Google .. well here are the pics Jeff ;) The first picture is of a bag of banak .. it comes in a plastic bag in a paper bag .. the second is the actually banak .. the little one of the lower right hand side is

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