It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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The tears finally flowed. All the dreams and plans of building our own beautiful world together flowed with it.. away.. into the vast ocean..
She had always been a figure of authority, tall, stern and unsmiling. I remembered the tiny booklet, where she would record my wrongdoings, and made me sign on it, before meting out punishment, which would leave me sobbing with long throbbing welts decorating my bottom. She was always strict but seldom unreasonable. As a kid then, I always made it a point to stay out of her way as much as possible till night comes.
He would usually arrive home from work by around ten. He would greet her with a hearty laughter, which never failed to melt her stern mask. If he was not tired after his shower, he would dangle his car keys at his kids mischievously. A few of them would immediately shoot their arms out to volunteer to go get supper with him. Those days, a car ride was considered a luxurious adventure.
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He would usually arrive home from work by around ten. He would greet her with a hearty laughter, which never failed to melt her stern mask. If he was not tired after his shower, he would dangle his car keys at his kids mischievously. A few of them would immediately shoot their arms out to volunteer to go get supper with him. Those days, a car ride was considered a luxurious adventure.
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The little puppy hopped enthusiastically against the metal grills separating the cages."What's up?" the old tom asked the eager beagle.
"He's back again!! He's back again!!!" she gushed.
He opened his one good eye and watched the excited puppy lazily.
"Who?"
"The boy who came yesterday!! I think he likes me!! I am sure I will be adopted soon!!!" she continued her elated dance against the grills.
"You never learn do you? Remember the last family who adopted you? They kept you for only what? One month? Before they sent you back here again?" The old tom stood up and yawned.
"But I am sick of staying here!!" She whined. "I want to have an owner to take care of me and love me!!"
"This is not the first time I am telling you this lass. AND this is not the first time you got sent back here. I don't want to see you coming back here again and whining to me about how much you miss them 'owners' of yours again." He lied down again and scratched his ear. "You should learn to be like me, eat when they offer you food, but be sparing with the affection you give them. You should learn to own them, not let them own you. And when you don't like it, just leave. no strings attached is a happy cat."
"But...but.. the festive season is coming... I don't want to be here alone during the festives! I want to be hugged and loved during the festives!!" She whined again.
"Learn, my dear girl, when are you ever gonna learn to break the cycle..." He sighed and closed his eye as his thoughts drifted to old days...
He crouched on the branch, with his tail swaying nervously, eyes scouring the ground below. The silence weighed heavily against his ears. He sniffed the air, trying to catch the alien scent again. The scent of predators. Read More »
Mass hysteria, this is technoHouse is not my home but it rocks though
I checked up on the late great J.B.
His death is said on national TV
How when, and why this are the main
Things that I heard when I stroll down the lake
Now memory, man are you with that
James Brown is dead
Total chaos, man it’s resurrected
I’m confused that things are gettin’ hectic
In my brain, what is happenin’
Could this be a big misunderstanding
It is
The hardest working man in show biz is alive so
Don’t be mislead, cause the newsman said
James Brown is dead
James Brown is dead
James Brown is dead
Nightmare is over
Now I’m alone
Grab the mike rip shit an go for broke
Music masterpiece release with this
Now I will get much respect from EmCees
Along the way oh I heard him say
This is fly, this cool type of guy
He’s total, and I’m so bad
James Brown is dead
James Brown is dead
James Brown is dead
~ LA Style
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You are The Hermit
Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.
The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.
The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.
The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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"The Republic is a vast and complex machine, powered by constitution and specification, with hundreds and thousands of human cogs, gears, cams, spindles, shafts, beams, arms, pawls, hands, keys, axles, cotters, manifolds, bearings, sears, pins, latches, flies, pistons, links, quills, leads, screws, drums and escapements, each performing in turn its specific operation. He was the last operation before the army was engaged, but he was a component of the whole; ordinances and directives drove him, his office and his duties were the keyway he travelled in. It wasn't as though he has any choice in the matter."~excerpt from Devices and Desires by K J Parker.
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I happen to be one of those who always check for latest update/patch to most softwares I own and patches them without reading wat the patch is about. I just make the assumption that the latest is always the best, which is not always true. But what the hell, I just want to keep my life simple ya? Why the hell would the coders release a patch of there was nothing wrong?
Anyway, I have been using MSN Live Messenger aka MSN Messenger v 8.0 for a while now, since it's offical release. Seriously I do not know what was the difference between it and the earlier version(7.5 i think). Anyway everything was fine and dandy and I lived peacefully with v8 since the installation till a few days ago. Read More »
Anyway, I have been using MSN Live Messenger aka MSN Messenger v 8.0 for a while now, since it's offical release. Seriously I do not know what was the difference between it and the earlier version(7.5 i think). Anyway everything was fine and dandy and I lived peacefully with v8 since the installation till a few days ago. Read More »