tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53459972681752207022024-03-05T03:18:01.573-08:00YOU, Clear as MudaRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-51522753029159742662012-06-13T11:39:00.001-07:002015-10-08T23:50:34.391-07:00The Interior Design Of A Soul*<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Darkness with a little hope,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Darkness, created by YOU,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Darkness, an endless sensation</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Darkness hanging on to its best friend "Giving Up"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It has been one year since my last post - and all I have, are my friends to thank to. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tell me one thing guys.. How on earth can you do that?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I could never be my own friend - God forbid! :) </span></div>
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aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-16243993978796270002012-06-13T11:02:00.001-07:002012-06-13T11:02:24.008-07:00I Came Across With Another Demon of Mine *<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A two-second goosebumps, then the shivers... It's 21 degrees outside and I am in the line at the dining hall. Am I cold or way too nervous than I am supposed to be? What could be the reason for my hand shaking, so that I cannot manage to get a proper hold of the salad bowl? Do YOU have to be this beautiful? Attention! I'm not using any other adjectives because beauty is all I see. A natural beauty... Yes, I have been incredibly attentive and yes, what makes you different, makes you beautiful.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">YOU have no idea how good the dreams feel. Just amazing. A feeling that I have never experienced before. Yes, dreams... All I need is a face-to-face conversation at a restaurant where the service is preferably extremely slow so that I can keep looking at YOU without having to worry that YOU catch my eyes looking into yours'.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My stay has an expiration date and I hate the trio "could've, would've, should've"... All I need is an answer to my questions "why?" and etc. I feel like I created an enemy while trying to have a friend. I am writing all this because it is feels like nothing but nonsense!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>100 %</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Clear as Mud</b></span></span></div>
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<br />aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-15444592751633764872011-05-30T16:18:00.000-07:002011-05-31T14:10:13.756-07:00Interesting and Sadly Rather True*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No apologies... I believe I have become a true expert in acting as if nothing had happened. Such a poker face! Since the beginning of May, life has been teaching me a new lesson every single God given day. At first, there were no limits to my complaints but now I am experiencing a different level in "learning" of acceptance. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I just need YOU to realize how YOU've been treating me and get a hold of yourself because YOU know I have my limits too, don't you? Haha... Not funny at all!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Below YOU'll see an obituary printed in the London Times... Interesting and sadly rather true. </span><br />
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<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">oday we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">* Knowing when to come in out of the rain</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">* Why the early bird gets the worm</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">* Life isn't always fair</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">* Maybe it was my fault</div></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.</span><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-51764895463209097072011-04-21T21:39:00.000-07:002011-04-21T21:58:50.631-07:00Kontrol Bende Mi?*<div style="text-align: left;"><i>*I had to write this in my language*</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-34008595063091831252011-04-20T22:28:00.000-07:002011-04-20T22:28:30.553-07:00Afraid to Write *<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fear...</div><div style="text-align: center;">of hurting someone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fear... </div><div style="text-align: center;">of hurting myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never felt this strong before</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watch your steps</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is no turning back, never was...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gonna blow your mind </div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuz YOU know I am one of a kind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Lately I have had so many ideas to write about but somehow I feel restricted about writing. Not that I can't find the time, it's just... this fear of writing started to take place in my life for no reason. When I figure out why - I'll let YOU know*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-50380049774912580312011-04-13T21:58:00.000-07:002011-04-13T22:02:42.460-07:00Wondrous Moments*<div style="text-align: center;">In one of those relations that is not defined,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I needed YOU.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't stay any longer, it might be the time to let go.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuz' I think I have stayed too long.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrows will be softer while new challenges won't be visible.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is nothing left to win.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll be fine...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just fine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-88539114160402206142011-04-12T23:34:00.000-07:002011-04-12T23:35:36.301-07:00Validation*<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The following short movie "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cbk980jV7Ao">VALIDATION</a>" is a fable about a parking attendant who gives his customers REAL validation -- dispensing both free parking and free compliments.</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> The summary taken from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/">IMDb</a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Like most good shorts, the premise is simple: Thyne plays a man who validates parking lot tickets. However, he doesn't just stamp the paper and shoo customers on their way. Each is served with their own specialized validation, like: "You. You are awesome." His popularity quickly grows to epic proportions, no stodgy folk being able to stand their crabby ground as the simple parking validator becomes a superstar, even validating famous folks like George W. Bush. But alas, he meets a miserable photo taker at the dastardly DMV and things begin to fall apart." </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"><i> Monika Bartyzel from <a href="http://www.cinematical.com/">Cinematica</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">How can YOU pretend like everything is OK when YOU choose to ignore the love and the respect that YOU are being offered?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me put it this way...</div><div style="text-align: center;">How could YOU pretend like everything was OK and talk behind my back when YOU chose to ignore the love and the respect that YOU were being offered. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know ignorance is not a crime or anything, but when its level grows into being something unbearable it starts being hurtful, and when it starts being hurtful I start to believe that it should be considered as a crime. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's think about it now, why would someone reject to see the love and the respect? There has got to be a bunch of reasons but this one was all about "the lack of self-esteem". (At least in my opinion)</div><div style="text-align: center;">What are YOU so afraid of that YOU have become such a sneaky person? (Sorry, my bad! I shouldn't have said "have become", because maybe YOU have been like this your whole life...who knows? I am just getting to know YOU)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Back to making the list of your "possible" fears...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being left alone or</div><div style="text-align: center;">stabbed in the back?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU know what... I am going to set YOU free as of now... Until next time tough.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And one day I will talk to YOU about these but I don't expect YOU to understand because I know YOU can't and the problem will remain the same. But a piece of advice; try to widen up and open your eyes because if this is the path YOU wish to choose, one day YOU will start losing your "loved" ones one by one or they will be talking behind YOUR back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-5900662594019297782011-04-08T00:22:00.000-07:002011-04-08T00:23:07.319-07:00Good Luck<div style="text-align: center;">I am being protected. I've got back up. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course you had no idea who you were dealing with. </div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU are just another low level soul, therefore a human being.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Universe is on my side.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If YOU know me well enough, you should also know that I believe in the Universe's effort to get in touch with us. But for some reason YOU tend to ignore it. Are YOU doing it on purpose?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This month let's try to be more open and listen to (for some of YOU the verb must be "to realize" or "to believe") what the Universe is trying to tell us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I received 3 different signs, all pointing in the same direction. At first, I did not notice that it was a sign at all but when the second one was sent, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The third one was so obvious that I was sure I had to make a decision. I'll tell YOU about it soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-46811506432234317772011-03-24T00:21:00.000-07:002011-03-24T00:21:03.231-07:00One Of "THE" Songs *<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> There's always at least one song in everyone's life that is either very special or has a seriously deep meaning. You know, songs that describe </div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">YOU,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your feelings,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Your emotions in "that" specific period in your life.</div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">The lyrics become your voice and YOU just let everything else go because the song itself does all the work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago, on American Idol, a contestant who had the attitude but barely the voice </div><div style="text-align: center;">of one of my favorite "True" Divas, in other words, Diana Ross, chose to perform one of </div><div style="text-align: center;">"THE" songs. She sang "When You Tell Me That You Love Me". The name itself sounds a bit cheesy but the lyrics... Oh my the lyrics.... and the way "The Boss" sings it... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now, I don't really recall the reason why it was so special back then but I am so glad </div><div style="text-align: center;">that it is back in my life. </div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">YOU, in the past, are worth dedicating this song to...</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU, in the future, are definitely worth dedicating this song to as well. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Currently, no offense but there is no one! </div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Please enjoy the lyrics and the videos below and if you feel like, answer me this; </div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Have YOU ever had a song that once became your voice for whatever reason?</div></blockquote></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna call the stars</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Down from the sky</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna live a day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That never dies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna change the world</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Only for you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All the impossible</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna do</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna hold you close</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Under the rain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna kiss your smile</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And feel the pain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know what's beautiful</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Looking at you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In a world of lies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You are the truth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And baby</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Everytime you touch me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I become a hero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'll make you safe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No matter where you are</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And bring you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Everything you ask for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nothing is above me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm shining like a candle in the dark</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When you tell me that you love me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanna make you see</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just what I was</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Show you the loneliness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And what it does</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You walked into my life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To stop my tears</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Everything's easy now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have you here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In a world without you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I would always hunger</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All I need is your love to make me stronger</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-67062994888370022742011-03-12T19:46:00.000-08:002011-03-14T18:19:28.356-07:00You Have A Voice Too*<blockquote><br />
Missed me? I missed YOU for sure. Sorry for the long wait but I needed this break to get it all together. The long process of "soul-evolving" has come to a new stage and I am really excited about it. Yes! I am a little bit scared too, because this is something totally new. Wait until... hmmm.....Well, just wait! </blockquote><blockquote>Last week I started reading Uncle Coelho's "Winner Stands Alone" - (Kazanan Yalnızdır) and as usual the novel has been superb so far. Below is a very short story from the book. Whatever you are going through right now, the main idea in the story can be applied no matter what. Enjoy!</blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A seagull was flying over a beach in the Black Sea when it saw a mouse. It swooped down from the skies and asked the rodent,</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Where are your wings?"</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Each of them spoke a different language, and the mouse did not understand what the seagull said, but did notice that the animal standing before it had two big strange things emerging from its body.</i></span></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"It must suffer from some disease," whispered the mouse.</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The seagull noticed that the mouse was staring at its wings and said quietly,</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Poor thing! It was attacked by monsters that left it deaf and robbed its wings.”</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Filled with pity, the seagull took the mouse in its beak and swept it away for a ride in the skies. At least this will bring memories of the old days, the seagull thought as they flew higher and higher. Then it very carefully deposited the mouse back on the ground.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For a few months the mouse was a very unhappy creature, it had flown high up in the sky and seen a vast and beautiful world.</span></span> </i></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>But as time passed, it eventually grew used to being a mouse again, and thought that the miracle that had taken place in its life was just a dream.</i></span></span></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Feel free to let me know what you think about the story.</b></span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">So far this post has had 20 page views but NO ONE HAS LEFT A COMMENT! </span></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sunday, March 13, 2011 4:28pm</span></blockquote><blockquote> Here's the Turkish version of the same story for those of you who feel more comfortable. </blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>'</b>'Martı, plajın üstünde uçarken bir fare görmüş. Hemen alçalıp fareye sormuş:</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">''Kanatların nerede senin?''</span> </blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her hayvan kendi dilini konuşur, o yüzden fare sorulan soruyu anlamamış. Karşısındaki yaratığın gövdesine takılı o iki tuhaf, iri şeye bakıp,</span> </blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">''Bir hastalığı olsa gerek,'' diye düşünmüş.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Farenin, kanatlarına baktığını farkeden martı, ''Zavallıcık,'' diye geçirmiş içinden. </span></blockquote><blockquote> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">''Birtakım canavarların saldırısına uğramış herhalde; hem kulaklarını sağır etmişler hemde kanatlarını alıp gitmişler.''</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fare için çok üzülen martı, hayvancağızı gagasıyla tutmuş, göklerde bir gezintiye çıkarmış. Ama gökte uçarlarken, ''Evini özlemiştir belki,'' diye düşünmüş ve fareyi büyük bir özenle yeniden yere indirmiş. </span> </blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aradan aylar geçmiş, farenin yüreğine bir hüzün çökmüş; yükseklerden baktığında ne kadar engin ve güzel bir dünya gördüğünü anımsamış. Gelgelelim, zamanla yeniden sıradan bir fare olmaya alışmış, yaşadığı o mucizenin bir düşten başka bir şey olmadığına inanmaya başlamış." </span></blockquote><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-13534486787284173022011-03-01T22:10:00.000-08:002011-03-02T10:42:26.088-08:00Gotta Play *<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">This time all you have to do is pick your favorite and tell me the reason. It is that simple. You can also tell me where, in one of those places you would want to go just for an hour or a day. You decide!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> Feel free to enlarge the images. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">✌ </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>See? Another month has gone, so it is time to quote from my Moonscapes 2011 Calendar. However, this is no response to any other posts. Here's February my friends. </div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>"The highest wisdom is continual cheerfulness; such a state, like the region above the moon, is always clear and serene." </i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"> <i> - Michel de Montaigne - </i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><blockquote style="text-align: center;">No, I haven't achieved the highest wisdom yet but as of today my cheerfulness has come back to life. </blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;">Thanks to my dear friend Seden. Yesterday morning, right after I woke up I saw that she had sent me the most inspiring message ever to cheer me up. And it did work Dumbocum ! ! ! ("Dumbocu", comes from the flying elephant DUMBO, and is what we call each other). So.. just when I thought my bitterness was going to last a bit longer than I had expected, my Dumbocu became my savior :D</blockquote><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for being there for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(</span></i><i style="font-size: small;">I'll reply back soon Dumbocusu)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-65327379236545531832011-02-25T21:06:00.000-08:002011-02-26T19:53:48.319-08:00* A Quick Summary and A Projection *<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>the near PAST</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Got drunk all by myself while watching my favorite movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0453047/">Elsa y Fred</a> and cried my eyes out until there were no more tears to shed, literally!,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Started reading "Winner Stands Alone" by Uncle Coelho (- Kazanan Yanlızdır -)</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Went skiing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Stressed out about a take-home final,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Finished my MBA,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Went out for a couple of margaritas to celebrate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 A close friend to whom I used to talk to on the phone, at least 3 times a day left this continent and moved back to our hometown,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Went out for some hookah to celebrate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Became <b>funemployed</b> (as a friend calls it and I am loving the term already!!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Started feeling like a fist has been placed just above my stomach... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>the POSSIBLE near FUTURE</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Boston - Hartford and some "get-together"s,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Cook,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Finish up the "Winner Stands Alone",</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Start watching my Golden Girls collection,</div><div style="text-align: center;">〆 Job-hunt...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Meanwhile I also plan to deal with my wisdom toothache.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But even though my possible near future looks like a soul-torturing one, for some reason, I know I'll be in peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Good days are not far away. Seriously,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can feel them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-15430567953652720572011-02-23T23:37:00.000-08:002011-03-04T07:03:10.675-08:00私は愛する。<div style="text-align: center;">It was never enough</div><div style="text-align: center;">My hunger was never satisfied</div><div style="text-align: center;">You've run me over</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only, but only with your smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not quiet sure if I really met YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a one night pretentious act</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or was it real YOU, inside the bed</div><div style="text-align: center;">Explain to me what we really had</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">There has to be a way</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come back and discuss</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your touch, your breath</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trembling, was my only response</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-88347808839809691392011-02-23T22:02:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:47:58.743-08:00* Magic 3 *<div class="post-46262 post type-post hentry category-character-of-the-week p1 y2011 m02 d20 h10" id="post-46262" style="margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="line-height: 1.8em; text-align: left;">This time it is just Uncle Coelho, not me. This is pretty good though ... Enjoy.</div><div style="line-height: 1.8em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.8em; text-align: center;"><b> "3 Symptoms of Killing Your Dreams"</b></div><blockquote style="line-height: 1.8em;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><u><b>The first symptom</b></u></span> of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight. </span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="line-height: 1.8em;"><blockquote><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><u>The second symptom</u></b></span> of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"> </span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="line-height: 1.8em;"><blockquote>And, finally, <b><u>the<span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> third symptom</span></u></b> of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.<br />
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.<br />
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.<br />
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.</blockquote></blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.8em; text-align: center;"><b>And here's a prayer by Thomas Merton from "in Thoughts in Solitude" </b></div><div style="line-height: 1.8em; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.8em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;"></span></div><div class="post-46230 post type-post hentry category-news p1 y2011 m02 d15 h17" id="post-46230" style="margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">I do not see the road ahead of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">I cannot know for certain where it will end.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">Nor do I really know myself,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">and the fact that I think I am following your will</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">does not mean that I am actually doing so.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">though I may know nothing about it.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">I will not fear, for you are ever with me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">L.O.V.E.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;">a.R.a.S</span></div></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 13px; 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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a sudden instinct to start this post and I really felt like writing another poem and this is how I had started</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">" It is such a shame that YOU and I ..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But then, all of a sudden an ignorant of life came with her two big handbags, one laptop case, and a federal tax textbook, which is thicker than hmm.... thicker than.... well just imagine the biggest textbook YOU have ever seen and multiply it by 3, let's say :D</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her phone, wallet are on "my"table. All scattered around.. (sigh)(sigh) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Now her binder is on my territory!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You might be wondering from where I am writing this....I am at the library on my campus. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess I have used "my" a lot.. like "MY" table, "MY" campus.. but you know what I mean. Anyhow...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The definition of the verb "to terrorize" is to create and maintain a state of fear and distress in (someone)... Before I looked it up, I was going to say _ "it is accepted as common sense to ask a person before you terrorize his/her space" but now that I know the true meaning of terrorism, I guess it was stupid of me to think that a terrorist would act accordingly. Hmmm...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course you can go sit, study or whatever the reason you are here for, just try to be human. Being from another country does not give you the right to behave as if you were still there. By gathering the courage to leave your country, you kind of declare that you are open to change, and act accordingly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I might be acting a little spoiled because she is not disturbing at all, but still, YOU kind of expect the questions, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Do you mind if I sit here?" or "Is anyone sitting here?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Sizi Allah'a havale ediyorum Çin Halk Cumhuriyeti* </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is another example of beginning a task with lots of love and then have to end it withOUT it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But still, I bless you with light and L.O.V.E.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for asking my permission before you sat down.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for being so kind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">L.O.V.E.</div><div style="text-align: center;">a.R.a.S</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-20080499729266509122011-02-12T20:53:00.000-08:002011-02-12T21:21:29.664-08:00My dysfunctional ♥<div style="text-align: center;">Lot's of mixed feelings... I mean a lot!. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry to put YOU through this.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Couple of days ago I was there... I felt the cold, the sorrow. Trust me, I am doing my best, so that you don't feel a thing, so that, you don't feel lonely. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Loneliness was our thing, remember? We've always agreed on one fact... that we've never belonged to this world, that we were sent here for a mission... This mission is a very tough one, my friend. YOU know it. I know it. But the winner takes it all... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, the winner does take it all! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">he winner takes it all</span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The loser standing small</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Beside the victory</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's her destiny</span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">I was in your arms</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thinking I belonged there</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figured it made sense</div><div style="text-align: center;">Building me a fence</div><div style="text-align: center;">Building me a home</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thinking I'd be strong there</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I was a fool</div><div style="text-align: center;">Playing by the rules</div></span></i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't why, but this song has always been very special to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once a friend said "Falling is the first thing that an Angel feels. YOU and I are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings that are having a human experience". </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend was tired of keeping the screams in the silence. A love was waiting to be fed, but the only way to feed that love was the tears in the eyes of my friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Having a big heart has always brought pain as well as joy, but this situation may drown YOU without even realizing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If only we had two parallel lives. Then maybe everything would be OK. Maybe YOU would be lost, YOU wouldn't have to share your love. YOU or maybe I would bring down the walls around our hearts so we wouldn't get hurt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you could remember from my "<a href="http://youclearasmud.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-winter-mania.html">My winter-mania</a>" post, I love snow and since we all are aware that in 2 days, it is the St. Valentine's Day. (sigh)...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another Valentine's Day alone. Perfect!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the advantage of having someone to cuddle with, the advantage of having a relation during the winter season. YOU feel like it is summer. (as much as I love winter and hate summer, this is the truth and I LOVE feeling like its summer during winter)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's stay here but take me there, or at least let me...</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObdO4W17QpvgD07Nc_UO_ZcU2venjVcl6ZJA8waVaUSzuM2MBgC8mdqFoQ5utv1opqZBkc5PinDvEmWSC2dXte5YqVGIfwduqQnaBw4daFMZTRQ0Niw4seUzpXBX-N9iFBILNy-28R5Nj/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObdO4W17QpvgD07Nc_UO_ZcU2venjVcl6ZJA8waVaUSzuM2MBgC8mdqFoQ5utv1opqZBkc5PinDvEmWSC2dXte5YqVGIfwduqQnaBw4daFMZTRQ0Niw4seUzpXBX-N9iFBILNy-28R5Nj/s200/IMG_0333.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzuZ3gTELaXionVJJKXPKyeSv1esvvlcBIx00ftErlZoFi70i5E7u9hZJERyu5KHrn2OroahpTB_yoiy9DCrt-qoITJLyWo7tmXjW_f_FQ_UAlqCzkhe8WgIFfnxTmFU7FUA-jFaI12d8/s1600/IMG_0324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzuZ3gTELaXionVJJKXPKyeSv1esvvlcBIx00ftErlZoFi70i5E7u9hZJERyu5KHrn2OroahpTB_yoiy9DCrt-qoITJLyWo7tmXjW_f_FQ_UAlqCzkhe8WgIFfnxTmFU7FUA-jFaI12d8/s200/IMG_0324.JPG" width="200" /></a> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Artur, TURKEY - Summer 09-10</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Help me give US a chance. We may not know each other but isn't it worth a try? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Come on Cupid... Here's is the confession you had asked me to write. Are we OK now?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do I deserve the butterflies once again? Do I get to be pampered?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Just so you know, those butterflies became like bats the last time... but I blew it)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If YOU hurry, we might even watch the Grammy Awards together tomorrow night. I can travel, don't worry :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the way, couple of days ago I found the most beautiful, amazing cover of "She's Out Of My Life - MJ" by Joe Bissel. I fell in love over and over again. Check it out. He's pretty impressive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/DrEB8a_tHvc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrEB8a_tHvc&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrEB8a_tHvc&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tell me what you think!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love & Passion vs. Affection & Gentleness </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alright then, ... Happy Valentine's Day to all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">L.O.V.E.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a.R.a.S</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-21014580583629947472011-02-08T20:27:00.000-08:002011-02-10T08:54:29.863-08:00↷Forgiving↶This one goes for you Cupid! You'd better aim well this time... if not, I am going after you!!!<br />
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Here's a little passage from the novel "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept"by Uncle Paulo :D After YOU read the passage, please leave an anonymous comment, in which I want YOU to criticize me.. Here we go!<br />
<blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>If one person really wants us, everyone does. But, if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>“Have you ever heard of the book called the I Ching?” I asked her.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>“No, I haven’t.”</i></span></span> </blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>“It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.”</i></span></span><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-27053511580058313552011-02-03T23:03:00.000-08:002012-06-13T11:41:33.282-07:00Defne Joy Foster<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I never had the chance to meet her but her existence sure filled her loved ones, and her fans with JOY.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">who is cute as a button :)))</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">May YOU rest in peace...</span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Please feel free to tell what she meant for you.</span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Here's a </i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYgitwSaLNw"><i>link</i></a><i> to her farewell speech at the dancing contes</i>t.</span>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-22231807806943885412011-02-03T21:59:00.000-08:002011-02-18T07:42:46.268-08:00Push *<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><blockquote>Personally, I cannot believe that the very first month of 2011 is over. On one of the walls in my living room, I have a "Moonscapes 2011" calendar and the image is from the first month of the year, January. </blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;">I am writing this post as a reflection on the comments of <a href="http://youclearasmud.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-believe-in.html">my astrology post</a> and I am aware of the fact that YOU have been dying for this day to come. However, I won't be pointing any fingers, nor, judging YOU.</blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><i>"What one believes to be true either is true or becomes true within limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are beliefs to transcended." </i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> - John Lilly -</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp431WtaH75PEP5MJzTVYTO7vQFFoBI_GquXpZhdFOt8kfpjDyDDsYw9sX7wr8A-UkKE7WBOmZXvaVinHwsjr_RQFWrMwMt87PZ49oS62P0lK_A9_TQMoXvIXAIF7rjLRJVKtwAbH7MFqP/s1600/Picture+11_2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp431WtaH75PEP5MJzTVYTO7vQFFoBI_GquXpZhdFOt8kfpjDyDDsYw9sX7wr8A-UkKE7WBOmZXvaVinHwsjr_RQFWrMwMt87PZ49oS62P0lK_A9_TQMoXvIXAIF7rjLRJVKtwAbH7MFqP/s320/Picture+11_2.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Pete Turner/Getty Images</span></i></div><blockquote style="text-align: center;">I have chosen to experience the life by every aspect possible. </blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;">I have chosen not to go in blinkers.</blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>"The unexamined life is not worth living"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Socrates</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>C.469 - 399 BC</i> </div><blockquote style="text-align: center;"> I understand that YOU might have your "reasons" not to believe in astrology, or YOU might not. Careful, I am not questioning your beliefs. What I do not want to hear is a dialogue between YOU and me, based on common public/social prejudices. </blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">But please trust me on this one. It is worth examining and opening yourself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not ruling my life depending on what the stars or the astrologists say. Of course not. However, there are signs that we should be considering about. Don't say "NO" without getting into details. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe I am quoting my old man right now :D He is going to be so proud (if he's reading)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Don't say "NO" without even trying..." Well, there you go! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would opening yourself to the stars, the moon hurt? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-17696716655029677482011-01-29T18:24:00.000-08:002011-01-29T18:32:16.196-08:00Carpe Diem mi Demiyem mi?<blockquote>About a month or maybe a few weeks ago I realized something. I don't like the term/philosophy "Carpe Diem". What it means may be so true and there is no way I can come up with a counter argument. However, don't YOU feel like it puts pressure on YOU every time you hear it? </blockquote><blockquote>"Seize the day!" YOU don't have to tell me to seize the day because I am already doing it. We probably all are! Especially when YOU or someone else has opened a can of worms for YOU, you just can't seize/enjoy the day because dealing with a problem makes it even harder to concentrate on the beauties of life. So... on top of that, hearing "carpe freakin' diem" drives YOU insane. This concept of unnecessary inquietude and anxiety has the role of showing YOU less of what YOU already have, less of what YOU already are doing. Therefore, the feeling of unfortunateness (I don't know if such vocab. exists - I might've made it up but YOU know where I am getting at) invades your personal life by covering your achievements and making YOU believe that YOU should be doing more. Yes, you might need to aim for more but it should not be this stressful.</blockquote><blockquote>Here's an example... Look at us!</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7lmGtiYjn_pXFRlJ4xc42HuAYzRjdvFeYaMbOJJOXBjvUZLCZudpK_LmzzcQpp5EhI41PG6PyfGesjyBKobrilsxmw0kyUwWTz8V7XHdo57F7pP6B0Kp3Z0IFUFQ7k5oiVEL0DkFQhDB/s1600/15746_592654583506_20502127_33873579_2903603_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7lmGtiYjn_pXFRlJ4xc42HuAYzRjdvFeYaMbOJJOXBjvUZLCZudpK_LmzzcQpp5EhI41PG6PyfGesjyBKobrilsxmw0kyUwWTz8V7XHdo57F7pP6B0Kp3Z0IFUFQ7k5oiVEL0DkFQhDB/s400/15746_592654583506_20502127_33873579_2903603_n.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My dearest friends Seden & Rüya </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>WE have LAUGHED our BUTTS OFF</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We have shared</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have had</i> <i>lunches, dinners & breakfasts together</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have done silly things</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have shared</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have cared for one another</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have posed together many times</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We have shared</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We have cried (well, they have never seen me cry yet but still ;)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We have talked about LOVE</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We have discussed about "stuff"! YOU know what I am talking about</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>and there were times that we have had fights but again,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We have shared</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><blockquote>Now each of us lives in different continents, different cities. Careful, the following sentence may sound a bit tacky! However, we still have each other even though we are far away from each other. So here is a question.... Could have we done more to enjoy our moments together? </blockquote><blockquote>OF COURSE YES! There were countless things that we could have done more. But the real question is, " Was it possible to do those countless things?"</blockquote><blockquote>OF COURSE NOT! A-ha! YOU have just realized it, haven't YOU? We have done ourbest to experience the most of what we have had. And we have never looked back and regretted that we did not "seize the day" when we had the chance. Because it is stupid to look back and regret about these kind of things. "Could've, would've, should've" are always going to be around us. But they are in the past. Why carry it to the present?</blockquote><blockquote>Trust me! YOU did what YOU were supposed to do and that is it. YOU have probably enjoyed it to the most. So, be happy, be thankful! Don't look back and stop worrying about "Carpe Diem" because YOU did seize the day, and YOU are doing it right now as well. Take it easy and don't forget that human beings are greedy creatures. There is never an end to it.</blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;">Dear Seden & Rüya... after writing all this, it made me think. I know YOU are making the most of IT too. I love and miss YOU! </blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> L.O.V.E.</div><div style="text-align: center;">a.R.a.S</div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><br />
</blockquote>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-72120901703353443572011-01-27T22:46:00.000-08:002011-01-27T22:52:07.826-08:00☜☝☞☟ Ignorants... they are everywhere! ☟☜☝☞<blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5vElkuAIsn5VeL9EQojCCvpTJbdUBugkYJMsWUmzXXWt3k85B70a0PhowIAU0X-ZUGOroe9GA2PtuA684j8FsDwtFC_O4FiZj5t6SIlS-PMajUowPdJkHiXqDFIFGGymcc9BtrD6D23z/s1600/IMG_3819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5vElkuAIsn5VeL9EQojCCvpTJbdUBugkYJMsWUmzXXWt3k85B70a0PhowIAU0X-ZUGOroe9GA2PtuA684j8FsDwtFC_O4FiZj5t6SIlS-PMajUowPdJkHiXqDFIFGGymcc9BtrD6D23z/s200/IMG_3819.JPG" width="200" /></a>Wow! It looks like the "astrology post" got more attention than I had expected and I thank all of you for the comments you left. I am still waiting for one more person to comment and then I will manifest my thoughts. Just hold on tight... it is going to be interesting.</blockquote><blockquote>So, I have to tell YOU how beautiful yesterday was... here in Providence. Guess what happened!? It snowed magnificently and there I was, wondering around on East Providence and in downtown...taking pictures.</blockquote><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Waterplace Park </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is where the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYpnPrDnsNM">Providence Waterfire</a> takes place </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>during summertime, when the river is NOT frozen ;D</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>No need to explain what this is, right? The cutest icicle ever :)</i><br />
<blockquote style="text-align: left;">And there I was... walking by myself in the city that welcomed me 2 years and 8 months ago. Almost 3 years! During my stay here, I have heard so many negative comments from so many different people, including the natives and the foreigners. </blockquote><i>- It is so boring here!</i><br />
<i>- There is nothing to do!</i><br />
<i>- It is so small!</i><br />
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Those people probably did not ask for my comments but I feel like I owe them this one.<br />
<blockquote><b>How can YOU not like the city that I like so much that I write a BLOG about it?</b></blockquote><blockquote>Ohhh wait a second! Maybe this is why....</blockquote><blockquote>* You have probably never seen a show in <a href="http://www.ppacri.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">PPAC</span></a> - and YOU probably don't know what PPAC stands for either... Providence Performing Arts Center - where almost all the broadway shows play, where celebrities like Wanda Sykes and David Gray perform in a beautiful theater (way better than the ones they have in Broadway)</blockquote><blockquote>* Since YOU have never been to PPAC, I don't think YOU have experienced the magic of the Trinity Rep. either. Well never mind!</blockquote><blockquote>* Have YOU ever been to Wayland Square and taken a walk? Tried out the wine&cheese bars, like <a href="http://www.farmsteadinc.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Farmstead</span></a>?</blockquote><blockquote>No! Why would YOU? </blockquote><blockquote>* Been to the <a href="http://www.avoncinema.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Avon Cinema</span></a> or the <a href="http://www.cablecarcinema.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Cable Car Cinema</span></a>?</blockquote><blockquote>* Have YOU ever realized how close Providence is to Boston, N.Y.C., Portland, Newport, Fall Rivers, etc...?</blockquote>* Did YOU even hear about <a href="http://www.ri-philharmonic.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">the Rhode Island Philharmonic Orchestra</span></a>?<br />
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What DID you do?<br />
<blockquote style="text-align: left;">So if YOU've only lived the nightlife at least 3 nights a week and spent the rest of the week dealing with hangover and school, you have all the rights to complain about the city YOU live in. I salute you my friend... I salute YOU...</blockquote>L.O.V.E.<br />
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</div>aRaShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06513715435345044292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345997268175220702.post-62031072964553126452011-01-25T23:11:00.000-08:002011-01-26T09:39:18.241-08:00Do you believe in ☼★☽☾★☼?Apparently people read my blog. Thank you so much. YOU have no idea how much I appreciate it. However, I need YOU to comment on some stuff, especially on the ones that I force you to do so.<br />
No pressure, though. Keep it cool :D<br />
During these past few days, I set my mind on finding out the level of your faith in stars, other planets, the sun and the moon. In other words, 'astrology'.<br />
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<blockquote><i>"Literally every planet of our solar system will be moving in direct motion from January 1 to 25. This is an almost impossible situation to find in any given year, as there are always one or two planets going out of phase. They have their own orbits, and as said, big outer planets like Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto retrograde for more than four months at a time. Mercury retrogrades every 12 weeks for three-and-a-half weeks, as a few examples. This is why it is so hard to get all these little guys marching forward at any one time. We have that now in January!</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>Why is this important? When a planet is moving at direct speed it can support you fully. A retrograde planet is weak and it withholds its best powers, but when you initiate a new venture or relationship, you are giving "birth" to that endeavor, and you want each planet to pull weight and be the best it can be! From January 1 to 25, you have all the little planets working hard for you, dear Libra, and giving you all that they have to give! Wow!"</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>Your love life should be very bright from January 15 to February 22, and lucky you, that period includes Valentine's Day in many countries including the US. Many couples look forward to a very romantic evening, but you'll have much more than that - weeks of fun! You deserve it!"</i></blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Says the world famous astrologist, Susan Miller on her <a href="http://astrologyzone.com/">website</a>. </div><br />
So please answer me this. (Sorry in advance if this seems like a GMAT or a TOEFL writing exercise type of question)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Do you believe in astrology? - Defend your arguments. After all of your comments I'll expose my thoughts on the subject.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">L.O.V.E.</div><div style="text-align: center;">a.R.a.S</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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