tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60411190058063843482024-03-13T09:11:12.268-07:00Hiddєи ҒєєLiиgSربي :هُم يقولون بأن حُلمِي مُستحيل..و أنـــا أصُبح و أمسِي موقن..بـأنك على کُل شيء قدِير..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-18982985380514681032014-06-17T08:25:00.001-07:002014-06-17T08:25:28.925-07:00I Want To Know You by Me<span style="font-family: inherit;">I want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-82264438088913315092014-05-09T17:54:00.002-07:002014-05-09T17:57:48.025-07:0030 Things I Learned During the 30 Worst Days of my Life<br />
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1. There’s a reason schools teach Shakespeare instead of John Green; you make your own life, it’s not written in the stars, waiting to start until you find that person with the perfect smile</div>
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2. People are a hell of a lot smart than you think. Shut your mouth, stop thinking you know everything, and listen.</div>
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3. Getting close and being vulnerable is scary as hell, But you know what else it is? Worth it.</div>
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4. Reason really is the doctor to love.</div>
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5. The moment you feel your happiness being dictated by another person, take a break from them.</div>
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6. Take a step back and look around, you have more friends than you think.</div>
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7. Growing up is going to happen and it’s going to be tough. Just stay close to those around you, you’re all in it together.</div>
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8. If you’re still checking their Facebook/Instagram/tumblr, you’re never going to get over them.</div>
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9. Everything seems worse in the morning. Don’t fall for it, it’s deceiving.</div>
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10. No need to be so intense all the time. People get tired of swimming in the deep end, sometimes they need a break in the shallow part of the pool.</div>
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11. Stop avoiding everything. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to school, go to work. It sucks at first but it’s part of the healing process.</div>
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12. If the person makes you feel like shit and you still go back to them, it’s an abusive relationship.</div>
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13. Headphones are great, but listen to music aloud every once in a while. Sometimes you need to scream a song so everyone can hear you.</div>
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14. Boundaries are a must.</div>
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15. You can be a caring person, but you need to be happy with yourself before you try to make others happy.</div>
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16. Try and understand other’s intentions and situation before you get angry with them.</div>
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17. Tough love is necessary sometimes.</div>
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18. You can’t fix people no matter how hard you try. Get this engrained in your mind.</div>
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19. Surround yourself with people who will love and support you.</div>
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20. Loneliness is lethal and makes you have a distorted view of things.</div>
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21. No one hates you more than you hate yourself. Stop being your own enemy.</div>
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22. Someone can only hurt your feelings if you allow them to.</div>
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23. Getting your shit back in order is five times as hard as it is to mess it all up.</div>
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24. Listen to your parent’s advice.</div>
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25. Be open to anything and everything. Life isn’t fun when you’re a closed book.</div>
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26. Talking about your problems is great, but there comes a point when talking about it becomes dwelling on the past and it drains everyone around you. Know when you’ve hit this point.</div>
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27. A lot of people don’t like their shit showing. More people than you know are going through hard times.</div>
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28. Distract yourself.</div>
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29. Don’t be so easily swayed, a lot of claims out there are not true.</div>
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30. Some seasons of your life are harder than others. This too shall pass.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-70079412446454576262013-10-29T09:04:00.003-07:002013-10-29T09:04:37.937-07:00How to see a woman: A conversation between a father and son<a href="http://chicametipo.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/726f2cc9f5421c762e8db0448e955258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://chicametipo.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/726f2cc9f5421c762e8db0448e955258.jpg" width="266" /></a><span class="italic-text">Someday I am going to have to have the
conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread
giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people
uncomfortable, so that conversation should be fun.<br /></span><br />
<span class="italic-text">No, I’m talking about
another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing
what male eyes do well — following an object of lust. We will probably
be out at the mall, because that’s what dads do with their sons, and
I’ll catch the look. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and see it. Doesn’t
matter where it is. There will come a time when I will see it. And then
it will be time for this conversation.<br /></span><br />
Hey, come here. Let me talk to you. I saw you look at
her. I’m not judging you or shaming you. I know why you did. I get it.
But we have to talk about it because how you look at a woman matters.<br /><br />
A lot of people will try and tell you that a woman
should watch how she dresses so she doesn’t tempt you to look at her
wrongly. Here is what I will tell you. It is a woman’s responsibility to
dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her
like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the
temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is
wearing — or not wearing. But don’t. Don’t play the victim. You are not a
helpless victim when it comes to your eyes. You have full control over
them. Exercise that control. Train them to look her in the eyes.
Discipline yourself to see her, not her clothes or her body. The moment
you play the victim, you fall into the lie that you are simply embodied
reaction to external stimuli unable to determine right from wrong, human
from flesh.<br /><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">
</span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Look right at me. That is a ridiculous lie.</span><br /><br />
You are more than that. And the woman you are looking
at is more than her clothes. She is more than her body. There is a lot
of talk about how men objectify women, and largely, it is true. Humans
objectify the things they love in effort to control them. If you truly
love a person, do not reduce them to an object. The moment you objectify
another human — woman or man — you give up your humanity.<br /><br />
There are two views regarding a woman’s dress code
that you will be pressured to buy into. One view will say that women
need to dress to get the attention of men. The other view will say women
need to dress to protect men from themselves. Son, you are better than
both of these. A woman, or any human being, should not have to dress to
get your attention. You should give them the full attention they deserve
simply because they are a fellow human being. On the other side, a
woman should not have to feel like she needs to protect you from you.
You need to be in control of you.<br /><br />
Unfortunately, much of how the sexes interact with
each is rooted in fear. Fear of rejection, fear of abuse, fear of being
out of control. In some ways, the church has added to this. We fear each
other because we have been taught the other is dangerous. <span style="color: #d5a6bd;">We’ve been a
taught a woman’s body will cause men to sin. We’re told that if a woman
shows too much of her body men will do stupid things. Let’s be clear: A
woman’s body is not dangerous to you. Her body will not cause you harm.
It will not make you do stupid things. If you do stupid things, it is
because you chose to do stupid things. So don’t contribute to the fear
that exists between men and women.</span><br /><br />
A woman’s body is beautiful and wonderful and
mysterious. Respect it by respecting her as an individual with hopes and
dreams and experiences and emotions and longings. Let her be confident.
Encourage her confidence. But don’t do all this because she is weaker.
That’s the biggest bunch of crap out there. Women are not weaker than
men. They are not the weaker sex. They are the other sex.<br />
I’m not telling you to not look at women. Just the
opposite. I’m telling you to see women. Really see them. Not just with
your eyes but with your heart. Don’t look to see something that tickles
your senses, but see a human being.<br /><br />
My hope is that changing how you see women will change how you are around them. Don’t just be around women. Be with women.<br /><br />
Because in the end, they want to be with you. Without
fear of being judged, or shamed, or condemned, or objectified or being
treated as other. And that’s not just what women want. That’s what
people want.<br /><br />
Ultimately, it’s what you want.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865585841/How-to-see-a-woman-A-conversation-between-a-father-and-son.html?pg=all">Deseret News</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-15064611116268775922013-10-22T08:00:00.000-07:002013-10-22T08:00:22.964-07:00You threw her away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You threw her away. You threw away the girl that would do anything and
everything for you. You threw away the girl that gave her all and
trusted you with it. You threw away the girl that put her whole self
into being there for you. You threw away the girl that shut every other
person out in her life because she told herself she couldn’t trust them.
You threw away the girl that sees the entire world in you. You threw
away the girl that went through hell just to be with you. You threw away
the girl that was willing to wait as long as it took until she could
call you hers. You threw away that girl that still wanted you even when
you treated her as if she was nothing. You threw away the girl that
spent months hoping you two could be together eventually. You threw away
the girl that stays up at night, wondering if you’re okay. You threw
away the girl that continued to do so much for you even though she got
nothing in return. You threw away the girl that didn’t listen to the bad
things that others said about you. You threw away the girl that would
do anything in the world for you. You threw her away. And guess what?
You lost her.<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-84108362102156377922013-09-10T12:15:00.001-07:002013-09-10T12:15:42.633-07:00TiredSometimes I pray God to let me meet someone new , someone who I'm going to love more than I love him, and better this, who will love me more than he says that he does...I've been wasting years of my life stuck in a relationship that has no future. People says :"How can it be love? it is only an obsession, you created it on your own mind, it isn't real, you must let it go." But why does it hurt so bad to let go? I even think that I'm emotionally sick. I should have taken the opportunity to move on when he left me for the first time, just like his ex did, today she is married and expecting a baby. I tried once to move on, I was going fine, but I couldn't, I don't know why I just can't be with someone else. Who knows if I had allowed myself to love another one I was already engaged and moving on with life. I never thought that love could be something harmful to me, like it is.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-61838458129192483932013-09-08T19:48:00.000-07:002013-09-08T19:48:24.420-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">" I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want
to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the
sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you
all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I
want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss
with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have
differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into
the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to
be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a
movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave …
and capture you. "</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-90972778843152100952013-07-30T17:45:00.000-07:002013-07-30T17:45:55.338-07:00Make a Wish ;)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-86495755954962586582013-07-26T20:24:00.003-07:002013-07-26T20:24:53.042-07:00In Love With a Taurus ManA typical Taurus man comes across as a very calm,
quiet, practical, composed, humble as well as levelheaded person. He
takes one step at a time, that too after much deliberation. He is not
the one who 'falls in the love at the first sight'. A Taurus male will
take time to decide whether you are the person with whom he can spend
his entire life. However, if he makes up his mind that you are the one
for him, he will go to any lengths to win your love. These efforts
include being romantic to the core, sending you flowers, writing poems
for you, etc. <br />
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Taurean men are always protective of their loved ones and will be very
gentle and pleasant towards them. When in love, they are very romantic
and will express the same with small little gestures. You may be given
flowers every other day, taken to the most romantic place in the town
and wished on all the important days of your life, like the first time
you met him. If you want to stir the emotions of a Taurus male, the best
way is to play some soothing, romantic songs. Building castles in the
air is not one of the traits of a Taurus guy's personality.<br />
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He won't promise you the stars, but he will gift you the diamond
necklace you saw in the jewelry shop two days back. With him, you will
never feel insecure about the future. His characteristics profile
includes qualities like calm strength, stable nature and peaceful ways,
all of which are sure to win your heart. A Taurus man does not believe
in taking chances and will always be prepared for the worst of
circumstances. If you want to attract him, it is better to start
brushing up your lady charms right now.<br />
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He doesn't want a tomboyish wife. You will be expected to behave like a
lady. When you are in a public place, let your Taurean male be the
brighter one of the two. Don't misunderstand him. He respects your
intelligence, but don't make him feel embarrassed by contradicting his
statements in public. If you make this mistake, remember to say sorry
afterwards or you are doomed. Never ever try to push him or you will
have to face his violent temper. In case you just did that, remain with
him and try to calm him. z<br />
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Don't even think of going to your mom's flat for the weekend. You are
his wife, he loves you and you have to live with him. A Taurus guy will
also not tolerate outsiders interfering in his house, be it your mother
or anyone else. He wants a girl who is close to him, but is not clinging
on to him forever. He wants his freedom and will let you enjoy your
freedom too. You will be allowed to indulge in all you feminine
fashions. Infact, a Taurean man will enjoy watching you do the typical
feminine stuff, that too with patience. <br />
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However, remember that he is the boss of the house and come back to him
when he asks you to. If you do this, you will be treated with the most
pleasant and agreeable husband on this earth. Just let him handle the
reins and he will do anything and everything for you. Don't expect him
to announce his love ten days after meeting you. Taurean men take time
to truly comprehend their emotions, but when they do, they make sure
that they get their love. Love blindfolds them and they become generous
to all the flaws of the relationship. <br />
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A Taurean male loves nature and its beauty. When he settles down, he
wants crisp bread, sparkling cutlery and perfectly baked apple pie.
Don't expect him to eat that burnt sandwich, without saying anything. As
a father, he will be tender, demonstrative, warm and understanding. A
Taurus man is extremely hard working and thus, needs to rest every now
and then. Don't ever push him or accuse him of being lazy when he is
walking at his own leisurely pace. If you are thinking of getting
married to him, develop the habit of keeping the house clean and warm. <br />
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He wants his home to look like a home, not a garbage dump. Don't worry;
he won't be criticizing you all the time. Infact, most of the time, he
will be generous to even those faults on which other males complain.
Just remember to make a Taurus man feel like the head of the family and
let him handle all the responsibilities. He will provide you a cozy
nest, which will be full of love, warmth, care and concern. He is
stubborn, but only when you provoke him. Otherwise, he is the most
patient man you will ever find. Be happy. You have a real man besides
you, who will wrap his arms around you, protect you & love you
forever!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-47300192984548687672013-07-24T14:46:00.000-07:002013-07-24T14:46:17.394-07:00Death is Nothing<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I have just moved to the neighboring room.<br />I am who I am ... you are whom you are,<br />That which we were to one another,<br />We will always be.<br />Call me by my name.<br />Speak to me like you've always did.<br />Don't use a different tone ...<br />Don't take that look; solemn or sad.<br />Continue to laugh at that which made us laugh together.<br />Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.<br />Let my name be pronounced at home,<br />As it always was,<br />Without pomposity or gloom.<br />Life is still the same,<br />It is what it always was<br />The string has not been cut.<br />Why should I be away from your thoughts?<br />Just because I am away from your sight?<br />I am not far, just on the other side of the road..<br />You see, every thing is fine ...<br />Wipe your tears and cry no more.<br /><br />If you love me ...<br /><br /><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A morte não é nada. </b></span><br />
Eu somente passei <br />
para o outro lado do Caminho.<br />
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Eu sou eu, vocês são vocês.<br />
O que eu era para vocês, <br />
eu continuarei sendo.<br />
<br />
Me dêem o nome <br />
que vocês sempre me deram, <br />
falem comigo <br />
como vocês sempre fizeram.<br />
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Vocês continuam vivendo <br />
no mundo das criaturas, <br />
eu estou vivendo <br />
no mundo do Criador.<br />
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Não utilizem um tom solene <br />
ou triste, continuem a rir <br />
daquilo que nos fazia rir juntos.<br />
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Rezem, sorriam, pensem em mim.<br />
Rezem por mim.<br />
<br />
Que meu nome seja pronunciado<br />
como sempre foi, <br />
sem ênfase de nenhum tipo.<br />
Sem nenhum traço de sombra<br />
ou tristeza.<br />
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A vida significa tudo <br />
o que ela sempre significou, <br />
o fio não foi cortado.<br />
Porque eu estaria fora <br />
de seus pensamentos,<br />
agora que estou apenas fora <br />
de suas vistas?<br />
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Eu não estou longe, <br />
apenas estou <br />
do outro lado do Caminho...<br />
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Você que aí ficou, siga em frente,<br />
a vida continua, linda e bela<br />
como sempre foi.</span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br /><i>by St. Augustine</i></span></span></div>
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love or no-love? How many times have we got confused by the confusing signals
being sent across by the other person? Isn't it quite strange that we take so
much time to figure out a simple relationship! ( Or is it actually a pretty
complicated relationship? ). So that's pretty strange, isn't it? That we may be
in love, but may not be knowing that we are. And we may NOT be in love but may
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They say, "Don't fall in Love. Rise in Love!". So that's where I
start wondering..... Does 'Love' brings prosperity and happiness, or does it
spell doom for the person? Standard philosophical response would be of course
that something as pure and pious as 'Love', can do no harm. But then do we not
notice numerous of lives getting spoiled by this same "Love"? Doesn't
it waste hell lot of time of those love-struck couples? Or is it like that
every relationship demands time? And of course, in many cases we even notice
people committing suicides!! So is it 'Love' which is playing devil here, or is
it that people themselves are devilish!! Strange ways...... :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Not having a wild side can be quite a bit of disadvantage for guys. There are
umpteen articles lying around which concludes that girls find themselves
attracted to bad guys. And this is not a matter of articles alone, this could
be easily experienced by us. Haven't we noticed the most beautiful girls of our
class taken away by the most notorious, mischievous boy? And it has logic
too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">So point is, the nice guys-those with nothing wild and unconventional to
show off- are put off on back foot. They are most of the times, on a
disadvantageous ground. Even though they might have much better qualities than
the other set of guys, they always fail to get a nice girl. Why? Because the
nice girls are always lured to the bad boys!! That's really strange, isn't it?
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Is love all the same in every cases, or is it different in different type of
relationships? It is always so puzzling. The love of a mother for her child,
the love of two friends, the love of love-struck couples.... are they all the
same, or they are completely different? The obvious response seems to be that
they are distinctly different, but wait! Some people also opin that love has
the same basic threads everywhere. After all, don't you expect a clear
commonality between all of them? Care, affection, empathy..... the most
basic but important ingredients of Love, don't they bring a clear, distinctive,
quite an intrinsic kind of similarity?? So much that we can say that "Its
all the same in all cases"? Confusing, isn't it? :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://shantihp.blogspot.com.br/2012/12/strange-ways-of-love_28.html">Random Thoughts</a></span></div>
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MAKTUB Significa: Já estava escrito, ou escrito nas estrelas, em árabe.</div>
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Nada
em nossa vida e existência são meras ou simplesmente coincidências.
Tudo tem um fundamento por trás de cada acontecimento, do mais simples
ao mais complexo. Quando desejamos algo puro, do fundo de nossas almas, o
universo estaria lá, conspirando e atraindo tudo para que o nosso
sucesso fosse inevitável. Acredito que tudo está escrito e que apesar do
livre arbítrio, sempre chegamos ao encontro do que nos foi destinado...
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O universo sempre conspira a nosso favor e muitas vezes
nós mesmos conspiramos contra nós mesmos e não nos damos conta disso.
Cabe a nós mesmos tornar o caminho mais rápido ou mais trabalhoso para
nossa alma, decidindo se queremos ou não buscar o conhecimento
necessário para o desenvolvimento de nosso espírito. </div>
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Sim,
todos nós criamos a nossa realidade.Isso cabe não ao nosso eu egoísta,
ou ego, mais sim a nossa verdadeira expressão da alma. Essa verdadeira
expressão nada mais é do que as experiências que tomamos posse
emocionalmente.E ai se encontra o grande paradoxo da existência.Se
continuarmos a experimentar a mesma emoção e nunca a aposentarmos,
tornado-a sabedoria, não evoluiremos. Nós voltaremos ao mundo quantas
vezes for preciso para desenvolver a experiência da sabedoria universal,
que emerge do campo unificado, ou a consciência divina, essencial e
subjacente de inteligência, pois a consciência é o material fundamental
do universo.Um grande passo no nosso caminho é aceitar a lei universal
de que tudo que plantarmos, colheremos um dia (Karma).Tudo tem seu
significado para o nosso aprendizado, pois Deus sempre nos guiará ao
caminho da iluminação, independentemente de credo, cor ou classe social.
Isso está escrito no universo.Porém, o alicerce de tudo ainda sim
continua sendo a fé de cada um.</div>
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É razoável que a
irritação, a dor nos mobilizem para a mudança.Emoções felizes,
prazerosas não são irritantes. As outras é que são reprimidas, toleradas
ou transformadas em sabedoria.</div>
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Você é produto de suas
limitações (isso sempre será a sua realidade), porém você podesempre
modificar a realidade conscientemente através da observação crítica. A
mudança decorre disso.E quando a mudança ocorre, você expande sua
realidade.Você modifica o paradigma de sua existência, ou seja, sua
maneira de ver o mundo.A consciência e a energia criam a natureza da
realidade, por isso a coisa mais importante na vida é a atitude. A
atitude é tudo. </div>
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Um bom passo é aceitar a responsabilidade
por isso, não viver a vida se vitimizando.Por traz da atitude existe a
intenção. A intenção, criada através do desejo, tem que ser puramente
sincera, uniforme e conhecida, para que se torne coerente com a sua
ação. Para que a intenção funcione, é necessário fundamentalmente o
foco. Porém, só poderá obter isso através do conhecimento. O
conhecimento é o maior motivador para a mudança e o crescimento
espiritual. A maior busca da humanidade sempre foi e sempre será pelo
conhecimento, que se esconde por trás da busca da segurança.</div>
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E
a segurança segue o objetivo final da evolução humana, que é encontrar
prazer e evitar a dor.Acontece que muitas vezes a busca da segurança é
confundida e influenciada pela busca do poder.</div>
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Onde o amor impera, não há desejo de poder; e onde o poder predomina, há falta de amor. Um é a sombra do outro.(Carl Jung)</div>
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Jung se refere ao poder autoritário, ganancioso, que tiraniza as pessoas e as enfraquece, que surge para o medo e a insegurança.</div>
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Porém
o verdadeiro poder e prazer vêm do amor, aquele que exerce influência
suprema, o mesmo poder que Gandhi, Jesus Cristo e Buda tiveram, e ainda
tem, até os dias de hoje, pois isso sempre será a expressão da sabedoria
divina.</div>
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Você poderá viver sempre preso ao “porão da
humanidade” que se resume ao sexo, sobrevivência e poder, ou poderá
escolher se abrir a experiência mística, aquela na qual o seu espírito
poderá encontrar a iluminação.Toda atitude humana sempre será movida por
2 grandes sentimentos: o amor e o medo. Sem exceção. A escolha é sua. <br /><br /><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Kalil</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-35041081521889098532013-06-09T14:03:00.000-07:002013-06-09T14:03:28.595-07:00Under Your Spell<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="460" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9K7rmxjk5RQ" width="680"></iframe><br /><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I do nothing but think of you</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You keep me under your spell</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You keep me under your spell...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Hey! </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>- Yeah?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I was wondering</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Do you know the difference between love and obsession?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>- No.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>And what's the difference between obsession and desire?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>- I don't know.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Do you think this feeling can last forever?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>- You mean like forever ever? forever ever? forever ever? forever ever? Sure.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>God, i hope so.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cccccc;">- Me too. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">♥</span></b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-27821278121287715172013-04-15T13:52:00.000-07:002013-04-15T13:52:48.979-07:00The Meaning of Brazilian Portuguese word "Saudade"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Saudade</span> </i><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">is a Portuguese and Galician word for a feeling of longing for something that one is fond of, which is gone, but might return in the distant future. It often carries a fatalistic tone implying a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">In 2004</span><i><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">, </span><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">'saudade</span></i><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">' was considered, according to an English researcher,nthe seventh hardest expression in the world to translate. Also, in 2007 the word was determined by a German investigation[3] to be the sixth most beautiful word in the world.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The famous 'saudade' of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness.[4]</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">'Saudade' is often translated into English as nostalgia, but it is a more intense feeling. In an interview about his 1990 album The Good Son, Nick Cave characterized in this way the feeling that stressed his new work:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I explained to someone that what I wanted to write about was the memory of things that I thought were lost for me, I was told that the Portuguese word for this feeling was 'saudade'. It's not nostalgia but something sadder.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nostalgia implies mixed feelings, a memory of happiness but a sadness for its impossible return and sole existence in the past. 'Saudade' is like nostalgia but with the hope that what is being longed for might return, even if that return is unlikely or so distant in the future to be almost of no consequence to the present. One might make a strong analogy with nostalgia as a feeling one has for a loved one who has died and 'saudade' as a feeling one has for a loved one who has disappeared or is simply currently absent. Nostalgia is located in the past and is somewhat conformist while 'saudade' is very present, anguishing, anxious and extends into the future.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For instance, the phrases "Tenho saudades tuas" (literally, "I have 'saudade' for you") and "Eu sinto a tua falta" ("I feel your absence") would each be translated into English as "I miss you" — both "falta" and "saudade" being translated as "missing." However, these two statements carry very different sentiments in Portuguese. The first sentence is never told to anyone personally, but the second can be. The first would be said by a person whose lover has been abroad for sometime, it would be said over the phone or written in a letter. The second would be said by someone who has divorced, or whose partner is not usually at home, and would be said personally.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of the best descriptions of the word 'saudade' was made by Chico Buarque de Hollanda on his song Pedaço de mim, when he says. "saudade é arrumar o quarto do filho que já morreu." which roughly translates to "saudade is to tidy the bedro</span>om of a son who has already died."</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-87072686174271653642013-04-03T13:47:00.000-07:002013-04-03T13:47:36.987-07:00They made us believe<div>
They made us believe that real love, the one that’s strong, only happens once, more likely before your 30ths.</div>
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They never told us that love is not something that you can put in motion, neither has time schedule.</div>
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They made us believe that each one of us is the half of an orange, and that life only makes sense when u find that other half.</div>
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They did not tell us that we were born as whole, and that no-one in our lives deserve to carry on his back such responsibility of completing what is missing on us: we grow through life by ourselves. If we have a good company it’s just more pleasant.</div>
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They made us believe in a formula “two in one”: two people sharing the same line of thinking, same ideas, and that it is what works.</div>
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It’s never been told that it has another name: invalidation, that only two individuals with their own personality is how you can have a healthy relationship. It has been made to believe that marriage is an obliged institution and that fantasies out of hour should be repressed.</div>
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They made us believe that the thin and beautiful are the ones who is more loved, that the ones that have little sex are boring, and the ones that has a lot of it are not trustful, and that will always have a old shoes to a crooked foot; what they forgot to tell us is that there are more crooked minds than feet.</div>
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They made us believe that there’s one way formula to be happy, the same one to everybody, and the ones that escape from that are condemned to be delinquents.</div>
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We have never been told that those formulas go wrong, they get people frustrated, they are alienating, and that we can try other alternatives.</div>
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Oh! Also they did not tell us that no one will tell those things to us. Each and everyone of us will have to learn by ourselves.</div>
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And, when we get to the point that you are in love with yourself first, that’s when you can fall in love with somebody.</div>
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- John Lennon</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-90746315037743417962013-04-03T10:48:00.001-07:002013-04-03T10:48:58.171-07:00Anton Chekhov on the 8 Qualities of Cultured People<br />
MOSCOW, 1886.<br />
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… You have often complained to me that people “don’t understand you”! Goethe and Newton did not complain of that…. Only Christ complained of it, but He was speaking of His doctrine and not of Himself…. People understand you perfectly well. And if you do not understand yourself, it is not their fault.<br />
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I assure you as a brother and as a friend I understand you and feel for you with all my heart. I know your good qualities as I know my five fingers; I value and deeply respect them. If you like, to prove that I understand you, I can enumerate those qualities. I think you are kind to the point of softness, magnanimous, unselfish, ready to share your last farthing; you have no envy nor hatred; you are simple-hearted, you pity men and beasts; you are trustful, without spite or guile, and do not remember evil…. You have a gift from above such as other people have not: you have talent. This talent places you above millions of men, for on earth only one out of two millions is an artist. Your talent sets you apart: if you were a toad or a tarantula, even then, people would respect you, for to talent all things are forgiven.<br />
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You have only one failing, and the falseness of your position, and your unhappiness and your catarrh of the bowels are all due to it. That is your utter lack of culture. Forgive me, please, but veritas magis amicitiae…. You see, life has its conditions. In order to feel comfortable among educated people, to be at home and happy with them, one must be cultured to a certain extent. Talent has brought you into such a circle, you belong to it, but … you are drawn away from it, and you vacillate between cultured people and the lodgers vis-a-vis.<br />
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Cultured people must, in my opinion, satisfy the following conditions:<br />
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<br /><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">1.</span></b>They respect human personality, and therefore they are always kind, gentle, polite, and ready to give in to others. They do not make a row because of a hammer or a lost piece of india-rubber; if they live with anyone they do not regard it as a favour and, going away, they do not say “nobody can live with you.” They forgive noise and cold and dried-up meat and witticisms and the presence of strangers in their homes.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>2</b>.</span>They have sympathy not for beggars and cats alone. Their heart aches for what the eye does not see….<br />They sit up at night in order to help P…., to pay for brothers at the University, and to buy clothes for their mother.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">3.</span></b>They respect the property of others, and therefor pay their debts.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">4.</span></b>They are sincere, and dread lying like fire. They don’t lie even in small things. A lie is insulting to the listener and puts him in a lower position in the eyes of the speaker. They do not pose, they behave in the street as they do at home, they do not show off before their humbler comrades. They are not given to babbling and forcing their uninvited confidences on others. Out of respect for other people’s ears they more often keep silent than talk.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">5.</span></b>They do not disparage themselves to rouse compassion. They do not play on the strings of other people’s hearts so that they may sigh and make much of them. They do not say “I am misunderstood,” or “I have become second-rate,” because all this is striving after cheap effect, is vulgar, stale, false….<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">6.</span></b>They have no shallow vanity. They do not care for such false diamonds as knowing celebrities, shaking hands with the drunken P., [Translator's Note: Probably Palmin, a minor poet.] listening to the raptures of a stray spectator in a picture show, being renowned in the taverns…. If they do a pennyworth they do not strut about as though they had done a hundred roubles’ worth, and do not brag of having the entry where others are not admitted…. The truly talented always keep in obscurity among the crowd, as far as possible from advertisement…. Even Krylov has said that an empty barrel echoes more loudly than a full one.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">7.</span></b>If they have a talent they respect it. They sacrifice to it rest, women, wine, vanity…. They are proud of their talent…. Besides, they are fastidious.<br /><b></b></blockquote>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">8.</span></b>They develop the aesthetic feeling in themselves. They cannot go to sleep in their clothes, see cracks full of bugs on the walls, breathe bad air, walk on a floor that has been spat upon, cook their meals over an oil stove. They seek as far as possible to restrain and ennoble the sexual instinct…. What they want in a woman is not a bed-fellow … They do not ask for the cleverness which shows itself in continual lying. They want especially, if they are artists, freshness, elegance, humanity, the capacity for motherhood…. They do not swill vodka at all hours of the day and night, do not sniff at cupboards, for they are not pigs and know they are not. They drink only when they are free, on occasion…. For they want mens sana in corpore sano [a healthy mind in a healthy body].<br />And so on. This is what cultured people are like. In order to be cultured and not to stand below the level of your surroundings it is not enough to have read “The Pickwick Papers” and learnt a monologue from “Faust.” …</blockquote>
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What is needed is constant work, day and night, constant reading, study, will…. Every hour is precious for it…. Come to us, smash the vodka bottle, lie down and read…. Turgenev, if you like, whom you have not read.<br />
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You must drop your vanity, you are not a child … you will soon be thirty.<br />
<br />It is time!<br /><br />I expect you…. We all expect you.<br /><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-55160120477053354222013-04-01T09:25:00.000-07:002013-04-01T09:25:20.352-07:00Does anybody know where is it?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-3991193169173901092013-03-13T22:16:00.000-07:002013-03-13T22:16:17.304-07:0010 signs that say “It’s time to let go”<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Here are some signs that might indicate that’s time to let go of a relationship:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">1.<span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><strong><span>Someone expects you to be someone you’re not.</span></strong></span><span>
– Don’t change who you are for anyone else. It’s wiser to lose someone
over being who you are, than to keep them by being someone you’re not.
Because it’s easier to mend a broken heart, than it is to piece
together a shattered identity. It’s easier to fill an empty space in
your life where someone else used to be, than it is to fill the empty
space inside yourself where YOU used to be.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">2.<span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><strong><span>A person’s actions don’t match their words.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span>– Everybody deserves somebody who helps them look forward to tomorrow.
If someone has the opposite effect on you, because they are
consistently inconsistent and their actions don’t match up with their
words, it’s time to let them go. It’s always better to be alone than to
be in bad company. True friendship is a promise made in the heart –
silent, unwritten, unbreakable by distance, and unchangeable by time.
Don’t listen to what people say; watch what they do. Your true friends
will slowly reveal themselves over time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />3.<span> </span><strong><span>You catch yourself forcing someone to love you.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span>– Let us keep in mind that we can’t force anyone to love us. We
shouldn’t beg someone to stay when they want to leave. That’s what love
is all about – freedom. However, the end of love is not the end of
life. It should be the beginning of an understanding that love
sometimes leaves for a reason, but never leaves without a lesson. If
someone truly loves you, they will never give you a reason to doubt it.
Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you, but it
takes someone really special to stay in your life and prove how much
they love you. Sometimes it takes awhile to find the right person, but
the right person is always worth the wait. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />4.<span> </span><strong><span>An intimate relationship is based strictly on physical attraction.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span>– Being beautiful is more than how many people you can get to look at
you, or how others perceive you at a single glance. It’s about what you
live for. It’s about what defines you. It’s about the depth of your
heart, and what makes you unique. It’s about being who you are and
living out your life honestly. It’s about those little quirks that make
you, you. People who are only attracted to you because of your pretty
face or nice body won’t stay by your side forever. But the people who
can see how beautiful your heart is will never leave you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />5.<span> </span><strong><span>Someone continuously breaks your trust.</span></strong></span><span>
– Love means giving someone the chance to hurt you, but trusting them
not to. When you completely trust a person, without any doubt, you’ll
automatically get one of two results - a FRIEND for life or a LESSON for
life. Either way there’s a positive outcome. Either you confirm the
fact that this person cares about you, or you get the opportunity to
weed them out of your life and make room for those who do. In the end
you’ll discover who’s fake, who’s true, and who would risk it all for
you. And trust me, some people will totally surprise you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />6.<span> </span><strong><span>Someone continuously overlooks your worth.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span> – Know your worth! When you give yourself to someone who doesn’t
respect you, you surrender pieces of your soul that you’ll never get
back. There comes a point when you have to let go and stop chasing some
people. If someone wants you in their life, they’ll find a way to put
you there. Sometimes you just need to let go and accept the fact that
they don’t care for you the way you care for them. Let them leave your
life quietly. Letting go is oftentimes easier than holding on. We
think it’s too hard to let go, until we actually do. Then we ask
ourselves, “Why didn’t I do this sooner?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />7.<span> </span><strong><span>You are never given a chance to speak your mind.</span></strong></span><span>
– Sometimes an argument saves a relationship, whereas silence breaks
it. Speak up for your heart so that you won’t have regrets. Life is
not about making others happy. Life is about being honest and sharing
your happiness with others.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />8.<span> </span><strong><span>You are frequently forced to sacrifice your happiness.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span>– If you allow people to make more withdrawals than deposits in your
life, you will be out of balance and in the negative before you know
it. Know when to close the account. It’s always better to be alone
with dignity than in a relationship that constantly requires you to
sacrifice your happiness and self-respect. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />9.<span> </span><strong><span>You truly dislike your current situation, routine, job, etc.</span></strong></span><span>
– It’s better to be a failure at something you love than to succeed at
doing something you hate. Don’t let someone who gave up on their dreams
talk you out of going after yours. The best thing you can do in life
is follow your heart. Take risks. Don’t just make the safe and easy
choices because you’re afraid of what might happen. If you do, nothing
will ever happen. Chances must be taken, mistakes must be made, and
lessons must be learned. It might be an uphill climb, but when you
reach that mountaintop it will be worth every ounce of blood, sweat and
tears you put into it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br />10.<span> </span><strong><span>You catch yourself obsessing over, and living in, the past.</span></strong></span><span><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">
</span>– Eventually you will overcome the heartache, and forget the reasons
you cried, and who caused the pain. Eventually you will realize that
the secret to happiness and freedom is not about control or revenge, but
in letting things unfold naturally, and learning from your experiences
over the course of time. After all, what matters most is not the first,
but the final chapter of your life, which unveils the details of how
well you wrote your story. So let go of the past, set yourself free,
and open your mind to the possibility of new relationships and priceless
experiences. <br /></span></span><br /><span><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span>Source: <a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/04/02/10-signs-its-time-to-let-go/">http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/04/02/10-signs-its-time-to-let-go/</a></span></span></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-82018495858898787442013-01-28T17:34:00.001-08:002013-03-12T19:19:57.950-07:00Foolish Heart<br />
It was the third time I trusted you, forgave you and you simply broke my heart once again. I should have known better, <i><span style="color: red;">foolish heart</span></i>.<br />
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I finally understood what it fells like to watch the love of your life choose someone else over you, to not wake up to them every morning or to fall asleep in their arms at night. It's like getting hit by a bus and it completely shatters every bone in your body. It's like being in a hot, blazing desert for days and not having anything to drink...it's like slowly watching your life being taken from you - a slow, painful death that you actually wish you were dead. Not being able to have you feels like - death.<br />
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it really hurts me badly to see you with someone else.<br />
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it also hurts to know that while she is there to entertain you with her sweet words of love, her kisses and hugs, you will not even remember that I exist...will not even to miss me. I wonder if at least you imagine at some moment how would it be to be with me instead of being with her.<br />
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I've been building dreams with you for years, and it hurts a lot to see all them falling apart.<br />
It feels like life has been taken from me.<br />
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.<br />
<br /><span style="background-color: black;">"<em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">Love</em><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> is giving </span><em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">someone</em><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> the </span><em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">power to destroy you</em><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> and </span><em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">trusting</em><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"> that</span><em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;">they won't."</em></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-53535683692271927062013-01-24T04:33:00.001-08:002013-01-24T04:33:37.092-08:00 A mulher de Gêmeos<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cschN4PuXS4/UQEpolzXS4I/AAAAAAAAB8c/jckw4It7b9s/s1600/tumblr_m8lduy9qi51rrpsjuo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cschN4PuXS4/UQEpolzXS4I/AAAAAAAAB8c/jckw4It7b9s/s320/tumblr_m8lduy9qi51rrpsjuo1_500_large.jpg" width="274" /></a><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Não muda de personalidade. Ela apenas mostra todas as mulheres que vivem dentro dela.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quem conhece uma mulher de gêmeos sabe que é muito difícil ver a mesma pessoa por muito tempo. Suas fotos nunca parecem ser da mesma pessoa e suas mudanças de comportamento deixam qualquer um sem saber se acabam de conhecer uma nova mulher ou se ainda está falando com uma velha amiga! Sim, o signo de Gêmeos é o signo da mutação, de todos aqueles que gostam de mudar, experimentar e ultrapassar horizontes. Se existe algo que pode matar esta mulher é a monotonia. Como um camaleão ela vai assumindo várias formas, encantando e intrigando os homens. Ao contrário do que possa parecer, seu jeito misterioso consegue agradar a muitos homens que acabam ficando apaixonados.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As vezes ela pode ser tão volúvel e imprevisível, que se deixará encantar pelo sorriso ou pelo olhar de uma nova paixão para, logo depois, começar a critica-lo com a mesma intensidade. Então, o homem que antes era maravilhoso, vai se tornar tão cheio de defeitos que ela se perguntará como foi capaz de se apaixonar por alguém assim?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Esta capacidade que ela tem para se apaixonar e se desiludir logo em seguida pode partir muitos corações até que tenha certeza de que realmente acabou de conhecer o homem de sua vida. Bem, para falar a verdade, é ele que vai ter que convence-la de que é o homem de sua vida! Se deixar para ela a tarefa de analisa-lo, pode ter uma tremenda decepção! E a melhor maneira de conquista-la é sendo sempre a mesma pessoa. Ela aprecia mudanças em sua vida na sua personalidade e adora experimentar novas sensações. Mas quer um homem bem previsível ao seu lado. Previsível, mas nunca passivo!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Seu temperamento faz com que aceite as mudanças com mais facilidade que as outras mulheres, desde que não esteja relacionado com o comportamento de seu parceiro.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Para ela é difícil entregar-se a uma pessoa sem enfrentar suas dúvidas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sabem aqueles desenhos onde alguém é atormentado por um anjinho e um diabinho que ficam dando opiniões sobre o que é melhor fazer? Pois é mais ou menos assim que funciona a mente desta mulher. Sua dualidade sempre estará analisando os prós e contras de todos os relacionamentos. Aquele homem carinhoso e romântico será capaz de ganhar o suficiente para sustentar a casa? E aquele homem que ganha dinheiro como ninguém, não será um tanto frio para confortar seu coração quando estiver carente?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tirando o amor e o romance que costumam atormenta-la com a idéia de perder sua liberdade, nas outras coisas ela é bem direta e não costuma fazer rodeios!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mas não se preocupe, ela vai acabar fazendo sempre a melhor escolha do momento.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Se algum dia ela descobrir que a melhor escolha que fez acabou se tornando um pesadelo, não pensará duas vezes em largar tudo para recomeçar do zero! A mulher de gêmeos não se prende muito aos seus erros se descobrir que fez uma escolha errada! Ela vai aprender com a experiência e dificilmente vai repetir os mesmos erros!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Normalmente ela é uma companheira animada, agradável e alegre.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tirando suas fases azedas que fazem com que fique insuportável com seu cinismo e língua afiada, seu outro lado romântico e aventureiro faz com que tenhamos a sensação de que estamos diante de uma grande amiga ao invés de uma namorada. Ela acompanhará o namorado em tudo que fizer, desde uma escalada em uma montanha até uma aventura na África! Para ela não existe esta coisa de separar as atividades entre feminina e masculina, quando esta apaixonada. Para onde ele for, ela estará ao seu lado!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A geminiana pode estar apaixonada, mas dificilmente deixará de achar outros homens atraentes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Também costuma ser muito criativa quando o assunto é amor. Curiosa e com uma imaginação fértil, ela é ótima para apimentar relacionamentos. Sua imaginação se revelará quando sua curiosidade for excitada por uma nova descoberta. Para ela não basta ouvir palavras carinhosas e juras de amor. O verdadeiro amante deve agradar seus ouvidos com palavras dóceis, mas não pode se esquecer de surpreende-la na hora do sexo! Lembrem-se que ela detesta monotonia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A geminiana costuma associar sexo com amor como ninguém. Sua mente não consegue entender como alguém pode ama-la sem fazer com que suba pelas paredes!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ela jamais tomará um ônibus se pode ir de avião. Jamais ficará calada se puder falar. E jamais andará quando puder correr. Por isso nunca vai se contentar com o mínimo em um relacionamento quando pode ter muito mais.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Apesar de muitas vezes parecer fria e distante, ela deseja ser amada e mimada. Mostre que sempre estará ao seu lado, apesar de suas crises de mau-humor, e terá uma mulher que se entregará por inteira. Aliás, o melhor remédio contra o mau-humor da geminiana é sempre demonstrar amor! Não há chatice que dure muito tempo!<br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /><a href="http://www.amuvuca.com/2013/01/conheca-o-perfil-feminino-de-cada-signo.html">Conheça o perfil feminino de cada signo.</a></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-5483653743936815122013-01-18T16:33:00.002-08:002013-03-12T19:20:49.367-07:00Plateia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Talvez eu nunca entenda o real sentido das borboletas no estômago, da
boca seca e joelhos frágeis. Ou talvez nunca seja a palavra mais
ridícula do dicionário; e eu sei do poder que as palavras exercem sobre
mim.<br />
A verdade é que sempre me esquivei de qualquer pequena possibilidade.
Sempre tive medo de gostar e ser deixada. Porque veja bem, de primeiras
impressões o mundo está cheio. E logo meu primeiro coraçãozinho na
agenda, ficou partido quando menos se esperava. Eu tive todos os motivos
pra acreditar num sentimento que logo se foi; e foi sem me levar.<br />
Cansei de ouvir que eu não me deixo levar, que eu não me abro e não dou
espaço. Disso eu sei. Eu só queria ter aprendido no colégio como mudar
os defeitos que vêm na fabricação. Minha frieza de visão só me faz ver
defeitos e faltas. Eu não sinto. Eu não me abalo. Eu sei o que vai
acontecer e não me surpreendo. Eu acho graça do esforço e da boa
vontade, mas isso é muito triste pra mim. É como se eu me assistisse de
fora o tempo todo, tendo consciência de cada passo, cada sorriso, cada
palavra. É como se eu fosse plateia da minha própria solidão. Se ao
menos eu pudesse ter a certeza de que isso um dia vai mudar...<br />
Sinto falta e medo. Talvez nunca ame, talvez seja nova demais pra dizer
isso. Quero o frio na barriga, a emoção de primeiros encontros. Quero
escrever mais que palavras de desculpas, textos sobres finais sem final;
quero mais que arrumar coragem pra terminar. Quero coragem pra começar.<br />
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- Verônica H.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-75061348945429110172013-01-18T07:19:00.000-08:002013-01-18T08:19:37.724-08:00Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="370" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CnQ8N1KacJc" width="600"><br></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another turning point</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A fork stuck in the road</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Time grabs you by the wrist</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Directs you where to go</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br class="height0" /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So make the best of this test</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And don't ask why</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's not a question</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But a lesson learned in time</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's something unpredictable</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But in the end is right</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you had the time of your life</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br class="height0" /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So take the photographs</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And still frames in your mind</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hang it on a shelf</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of good health and good time</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tattoos of memories</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And dead skin on trial</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For what it's worth</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was worth all the while</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br class="height0" /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's something unpredictable</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But in the end is right</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you had the time of your life</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br class="height0" /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's something unpredictable</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But in the end is right</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you had the time of your life</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br class="height0" /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's something unpredictable</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But in the end is right</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you had the time of your life</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">O Tempo de Sua Vida</span></span></span></h3>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Outro momento decisivo</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Uma bifurcação cravada na estrada</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
O tempo te agarra pelo pulso e</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Te mostra aonde ir</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Então, dê o seu melhor nesse teste</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
E não pergunte o porquê</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Essa não é uma pergunta,</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mas uma lição aprendida com o tempo</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><br />
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">É algo imprevisível</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Mas no final é certo</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Espero que você tenha curtido o tempo de sua vida</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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</span></span></span><div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: small;">Então pegue as fotografias </span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">E as imagens estáticas na sua mente</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Coloque-as na prateleira</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Da boa saúde e dos bons tempos</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Tatuagens de memórias</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">E pele morta em julgamento</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span>Se o que digo é válido</span></span><div class="row height1">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Valeu a pena durante todo o tempo</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />É algo imprevisível</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span></span><div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Mas no final é certo</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
Espero que você tenha o tempo de sua vida.</span></span></span><br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01993472549129230681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041119005806384348.post-84819762390079314632013-01-14T07:26:00.000-08:002013-01-14T07:26:59.029-08:00I miss you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Missing someone is when you’re lying awake at night and wishing they
were there with you to make you feel okay again, or when you hear a song
that you want them to listen to, or when you’re doing something and
thinking about how much more fun it would be if that person were there
with you. That’s what I feel every day. I know you’re worth the wait but
that wait sucks. I can’t promise you that we’ll be happy 24/7 but I do
promise that I’ll do my best to make everyday best for you. I can’t say
you’ll love everything about me but I’m willing to do my best to
improve. Remember no matter what happens I have you, that’s all I could
ever want. I want to be the one that makes you smile. I want to be the
one that sends you good morning and goodnight texts. The one that you
can tell anything to. I want to be the one that you can cry to and know
I’ll comfort you. The one that you trust so much that you know even if I
get mad I’ll still welcome you with open arms. The one that you get
into silly arguments with, but in the end we make up because we realize
how ridiculous we were acting. I want to be the one that you get all
excited for when you see my name pop up online. I want to be the one
that you giggle for whenever you read my texts. I want to be the one
that does corny little things for you even if they are extremely
embarrassing. I want to be the one to jokingly use ridiculous pick up
lines on you. I want to be the best friend that you tell everything to. I
want to be the one that gives you sweet kisses and the one that keeps
you company when nobody else will. But most of all I want to just be
there, next to your side.</span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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