tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56901303842188412842024-03-05T00:21:48.640-05:00Recipes for Romance, Adventure, Disaster and Other Plans You Wish You had Thought of FirstThis Blogs purpose is to talk about anything and everything that is part of my random thoughts and somehow place them in an organized manner that will hopefully make some sense to someone.Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-22612771551539619892012-10-28T11:36:00.001-04:002012-10-28T11:36:14.449-04:00Following BLOGso if everyone may kindly take a look at this blog here and follow if you may. Also, giveaway coming soon. <div>
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Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-25147042228047165702012-09-18T11:22:00.002-04:002012-09-18T11:22:56.088-04:00Muslim Outrage Yes, I am Muslim<br />
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Perhaps it's a bit unusual that I start with giving such a statement, but here's another one.<br />
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My prophet is everything to me, I love him. I love him with every fiber of my being<br />
The things he had to go through, his patience, his character and most beautiful soul make me wish I could sit with him, see him, if just for a moment.<br />
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I of course do not need to tell the world such statements and declarations, and maybe my actions aren't the best indicators for my love but i state it anyways. Perhaps for no one and everyone to hear.<br />
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I look at the outrage going around the Muslim world and I seem to not see the justifications for it. Somehow people see a video, cartoon, or article insulting the prophet Muhammad (PBUH) or any of the other prophets as something to raise hell for. Contrarily, The prophet's honor was something given to him by God from above seven heavens, his dignity, despite all the insults and lies told about him and TO him throughout all the ages, is not scratched by these attempts of misrepresenting the message of Islam.<br />
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God says in the Holy Quran, "be patient about what they may say" and this is repeated several times throughout, this being the policy I don't get all the calls for protest and uprise against "the west". Give me a break! This video has been out since July and people only started knowing about it when a bunch of Muslims started being ridiculous.<br />
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I would rather educate people, in the peaceful way the prophet taught about this beautiful religion of God, i would do better to live by his example and his manners. This does even more teaching and does amazingly in eradicating ignorance.<br />
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Perhaps you see it differently than i do, and see that there is a particular action to be taken, but I do not want to hear another word about me not loving my religion, not caring about my prophet, and not acting upon what it means to be Muslim.<br />
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Because I am Muslim<br />
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My prophet is everything to me.Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-8454427794279690272012-09-17T02:25:00.001-04:002012-09-17T02:26:58.185-04:00Missing Cairo I've opened my blog twice then closed it, wanting to write a post but not knowing where to start. Alhmdllah i feel alive, despite the fact that 2 days ago when i came back from Egypt i was depressed. Thank God for friends. Honestly the difference between the busy bustling loud and crowded streets of Cairo and between the quietness of my city in Canada are striking. I'de take the busy any day. I think the greatest thing that struck me in Egypt is that history is everywhere! literally, I'll be walking next to a century old building, or gates from some older dynasty, people walk around it not giving a shit, but to me that clashing of old with new makes me get goosebumps. Never the dull moment in Egypt, I've countless times fallen and refallen in love with my country.<br />
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Enough of my love letter though, after some mishaps with Egypt airlines, I'm finally back home. Two weeks behind in school but nonetheless here's for planning on having a great year and a memorable last semester.<br />
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Cheers!<br />
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<br />Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-64980551147049534062012-09-03T03:50:00.002-04:002012-09-03T03:50:26.101-04:00Checking in from Riyadh <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm in the middle of the sun! Or so it feels like it. I don't know how Saudi's did it before the AC, specially in all this black women must wear. So life took an unexpected twist of events, but first i shall update.<br />
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Egypt was great, sure i was somewhat culture-shocked after 7 years of not visiting but overall it was a great trip alhmdllah. I acted the role of a tourist and visited all the fancy shananagins. I visited the pyramids for the first time, rode horses in the desert and got ripped off doing so. I sat at Elfishawy, prayed in Al-Azhar and AL-Hussien, went to Tahrir Square and the Egyptian Museum, watched bats in Al-Azhar park and I wish I could have done more and met some of the amazingly awesome bloggers I got to know, except time wasn't so permitting especially with Ramadan<br />
Halfway through we decided well what if we can do Umra. We didn't expect to make it till after Eid, but couple days before Eid we found ourselves on a plane heading to the "Land of all Holys" -Makkah. and thus me finally ending up in Riyadh visiting my uncle.<br />
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If I stop being the lazy bum I am, I'll do several posts regarding my stay in Egypt and Saudi Arabia. As for now I'm gonna enjoy what's left of my break. By that I mean im gonna drink me some tea and watch some National Geographic. Cheers!<br />
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Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-42453326259496820262012-07-07T07:14:00.000-04:002012-07-07T07:14:13.925-04:00Travel ButterfliesSitting in the living room at 7 in the morning and on 3 hours of sleep I'm feeling a whole variation of different emotions. My suitcases are next to the door and my siblings are still asleep. Our flight isn't for a while, so technically I should still be sleeping, but i can't. I know i should be excited for my trip for Egypt, it has been seven years after all, but I'm too nervous. I'm not sure why, I play some Quran and continue sitting. I take a deep breath, I'm praying for the best.Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-16865315785042815542012-05-10T15:32:00.000-04:002012-05-10T15:32:37.254-04:00Take all my blood<u><strike>9. Donate Blood </strike></u><br />
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I've always felt that blood donation was a great way of helping others and using yourself and your body in the service of others. Unfortunately I was always below the weight limit to be able to give any blood. I finally decided to eat alot alot alot till i reached a 110 pounds.<br />
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Kidding.<br />
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It was just one day i checked and lo and behold I was a 110!<br />
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I was of course excited because the first thing that popped in my mind was, " ITS ABOUT TIME!"<br />
and the second was, " they can take my blood now! party!"<br />
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and since i have no fear of needles it wasn't really that big of a deal. I did find out though that my blood type is A+<br />
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Winning!Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-17043591529074345882012-05-10T10:17:00.001-04:002012-05-10T10:17:13.584-04:00Getting Things DoneOh blog how I've neglected thee!<br />
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So I was catching up with a friend the other day and we started talking about our goals in life and she was telling me how she developed a list of things to do in life before she dies as an inspiration from mine, and that got me thinking, " when was the last time I actually looked at that list and crossed things off!" So I went back and what do you know, I've achieved 4 of the things on my list! Also going over it after so long I found that I had new things I wanted to add and others which are probably not a top priority any longer. So I shall dedicate a post for each of the things I've crossed off my list or am in the process of achieving. May your lists be all crossed off and growing! :D<br />
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<br />Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-35674259778590085562012-02-22T16:58:00.001-05:002012-02-22T16:58:20.861-05:00Different Personalities, Same Person.Life has a weird way of letting you experience all the things you swore you would never do.<br />
Perhaps it's drugs or maybe something as little as trying a particular food or looking at life from the eyes of a particular ideology. Then all of a sudden you look out and you are everything you said you never would be. Sometimes it's good and you wonder at your previous state of mind or what you would call close mindedness. Other times, you become that thing you hated most, you embody its essence and breathe its soul.<br />
We all experience it to some degree or another, sometimes noticeable other times not.<br />
I guess where i'm heading with this is that I've noticed myself being that person who looks back and discovers that she's a whole other person. The one who's almost shocked at the changes which came little by little to all of a sudden open my eyes and find the person who i am today.<br />
It's not in a bad way mind you, I'm actually glad to have reached where i am today.<br />
and to this, cheers all around!<br />
<br />Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-20485300965360429602012-02-20T22:54:00.000-05:002012-02-20T22:54:05.894-05:00Figment of my imaginationIf this life is a figment of my imagination<br />
then i am twisted in every sort of way<br />
If my life is a figment of my imagination<br />
where my mind makes up the reality around me<br />
then i have a sick sense of humor.<br />
and Oh God, i'm surprised that<br />
i haven't yet given myself a tumor,<br />
If i'm the "primes cause" as they say<br />
and the things i perceive are<br />
the only ones which i can prove<br />
then why the hell am i creating<br />
alll.this.pain!<br />
Because somehow i like<br />
creating a reality of a man<br />
who is perfect in every sense of way<br />
who is my idea of prince charming<br />
you could say<br />
then i add a minor detail of how<br />
he has no interest in me.<br />
Moreover, to add some sugar to the cake<br />
i'll put together some other guys who like ME<br />
and whom i have no interest in.<br />
and because my mind is really something<br />
I'll imagine, greed, famine, hate and war<br />
then i say it is so that i cannot have a hand<br />
in changing that reality<br />
or if i do, it is on no massive scale.<br />
That odd sense of humor<br />
decrees it so that<br />
i can imagine a reality<br />
in which i cannot bring forth<br />
unicorns, neither can i fly or<br />
breath underwater<br />
or do anything intrinsically<br />
interesting!<br />
or have it go my way. <br />
Rather it seems my imagination<br />
overall dwells on suffering<br />
and takes its sweet pleasure in it.<br />
it is crippled and unsupportive <br />
and if the life i see<br />
is a figment of my imagination,<br />
then we're all screwed.Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-39426329150630359532012-01-23T22:16:00.001-05:002012-01-23T22:16:41.147-05:00Hella annoyingI love meeting new people, making new friends, learning new ideas and discussing new things. Despite all that I am very naive and too trusting and sometimes its the friends that you've had for years are the ones who let you down more than others. and it's annoying as hell.<br />
I hope all you wonderful online people are doing well, go get some sunshine from time to time. I'm gonna go back to my previous state of MIA :)<br />
<br />Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-85319484883036559202012-01-01T14:38:00.002-05:002012-01-01T14:38:46.352-05:002012 the year of doomUltimate destruction is our fate. Woohoo! now that i have your undivided attention i would like to wish bloggers sitting in-front of their computer screens, a life full of meaningful blogging. One where your posts always turn out funny and witty and the people they know in real life vs. those they know on the online realm don't mix. Unless that's your thing of course. Internet connections all around, Cheers!<br />
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I checked on last years post for New Years and while i didn't dance in no rain or have a fire going in my backyard this time around, i did watch like 10 episodes of The Big Bang Theory and theorized about the downhill spiral in which the United States is heading with the passing of their Bill which grants indefinite detention to anyone on US soil, without the tedious need to present any evidence. How lovely!<br />
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So if i may, I think I'll actually write down some resolutions this year<br />
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1- Get into law school<br />
2- work on a humanitarian project and actually help my country<br />
3- memorize till Al-Mu2minun<br />
4- Actually be open-minded about people who want to propose<br />
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Simple enough? let's do this! :D <br />
<br />Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-82976315345880754842011-10-23T15:22:00.000-04:002011-10-23T15:22:42.777-04:00Will not model for food.I'm seeing a trend here, I mostly write when I'm super busy. I have a million things to do and then I'm like, "wait, i have a blog don't i?"<br />
because logically that's what you do.<br />
Hey, at least i have a cover page of one of my papers done. Check.<br />
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so the other day i had a photoshoot which was super exciting and interesting. I never thought modelling actually required talent, like wahhh? i know! Things which i have no innate skill at, not to mention that it's tiring as hell. Change into this, go over there, stand like that. I have trouble taking orders from people Ok! I haven't gotten all the photos back yet so I'm not sure how they turned out but I'm ubber excited.<br />
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- Breathe </div>Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-73482752054986355262011-10-15T16:30:00.001-04:002011-10-15T16:30:56.926-04:00Things that make me happyMany times we feel that if we have this or that we will be happy. We have a whole list of things which if we accumulate will no doubt make us the happiest people alive. In that rush of materialistic daze, we forget about the small things, tiny in that matter, but which make us the happiest of all.<br />
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It puts a smile on my face to be walking and to see a random person smile to themselves and then I'm walking around smiling to myself as well.<br />
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The other day while walking an old couple were walking as well, all of a sudden the husband stopped, bent down and kissed the top of her head and then continued walking next to her. I melted.<br />
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While at the mall a couple of weeks back, i saw a little boy no more than 5 walking with his mom, he looked at me winked, and did the whole pointing/guns hand move, clicking his tongue at the same time and continued on ass if nothing had happened. It made my day!<br />
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While enjoying the October Sun at school, one of the school workers mowing the lawn turned to me and said<br />
" beautiful day ain't it, enjoy it!"<br />
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Maybe I'm one those people who are just so easily pleased and amused, but i take it that most people are. Give it a try and smile or say something nice to the next person you see. It might make their day.<br />
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<b>Sweating it out because despite the 100 degrees weather our school decides that they want to turn the heat on. Good one you guys! </b><br />
<b>Attempting to stay awake because i somehow thought it was a good idea not to sleep after an all-nighter. </b><br />
<b>Drinking my Ice Cap and wanting to go pee but too lazy to actually get up. </b><br />
<b>What might you be doing on this lovely evening? </b>Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-21147834773255527722011-09-29T10:26:00.000-04:002011-09-29T10:26:11.966-04:00Things to do on an Airplane<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
1. Remove your laptop from a bag.<br />
2. Open the laptop slowly and carefully.<br />
3. Turn it on.<br />
4. Ensure the passenger next to you is watching.<br />
5. Connect to the Internet<br />
6. Close your eyes for a brief moment, open them again, turn your gaze upwards to the sky as if in a prayer.<br />
7. Take a deep breath and open this site: <a href="http://www.myit-media.de/the_end.html" style="color: #6655aa; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.myit-media.de/the_end.html" style="color: #6655aa; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.myit-media.de/the_end.html</a><a href="http://www.myit-media.de/the_end.html" style="color: #6655aa; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"> </a><br />
8. Turn and observe the facial expression of your neighbour.<br />
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Can't, Stop, Laughing! LolEloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-81061559413101289792011-09-27T23:52:00.000-04:002011-09-27T23:52:58.012-04:00هذا أيضا سيمر<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This too shall pass. I go through these phases where everything i am doing at that particular moment, whether good or bad, all i can think in my mind is this too shall pass. or this is just a moment and then it's gone. It's such an odd combination of sadness and comfort squashed into two. In a way you feel helpless, trying to hold on to a moment which you know will only remain in the form of a memory but at the same time when you're going through a tough time you can't help but take a deep breath and think in relief, "well, this too shall pass." </span>Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-27669136062647891532011-09-26T12:56:00.000-04:002011-09-26T12:56:56.363-04:00When religion doesn't cut itThere are moments when you become literally speechless because of how shocked you are. I shouldn't have been shocked, I shoulda seen it coming. but that's what we do, stay in denial as long as we possibly could until it's thrown directly in our face and telling us "OK LOOK!" and then we have no other option but to do just that.<br />
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One of my closest friends, who i consider to be technically my sister was skyping with me the other day and the topic came to how much we've changed these past couple of years and she decided to tell me that she's agnostic. To her, religion wasn't something she thought of as rational and all the rules and regulations are probably pointless to a lord who loves us all regardless probably could care less. There could be many different paths and she could not fathom the whole inclusion and exclusion process. Knowing that we are very similar I respect her questioning process, not so much the illogical arguments. Like her i am not the type of person to take something to be just that because i was told it was so, or that authority claimed it to be. I have been through my own period of questioning but the outcome and reality i came to was totally different than hers. Which is why i wasn't sure where to start with her or how to proceed on such a delicate topic. I feel though that speaking to each other after so long and actually opening up about how our religious beliefs as a whole have changed has made us hopefully more open to discussion.Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-65168189169689112702011-09-25T22:57:00.000-04:002011-09-25T22:57:00.360-04:00Not for a state of PalestineOne of my best friends moved back to Palestine recently, with all that's been going on about Palestine going to the UN to be voted in as an official state i spoke with her to get an idea of how Palestinians were dealing with the idea. At first, i was very much for the idea but then through talking to people and doing a little more in-depth research it looked to me as if a Palestinian state isn't actually in the interests of Palestinians.<br />
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Before i get jumped on as anti-Palestinian here's what's going on. In the occupied Palestinian territories, Palestinians have no actual economy, the items actually used by them are mostly all made in Israel. So say there is a Palestinian state how is it to thrive with no apparent economy? Secondly, establishing a Palestinian state what does that actually change? considering that during this whole time the UN has recognized that Israel has had several sanctions placed against it but has anything actually changed. There is nothing binding about these sanctions so why would Israel comply!<br />
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Anyways that is the short synopsis on what I've got to say about the matter, maybe not what people would automatically think is a pro-Palestine stance but nonetheless, it is my approach to it.<br />
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<div class="title" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>"Was I disrespectful to Obama for saying that he didn’t say anything when the Israeli military bombed Gaza for seven days and killed 900 innocent civilians? ‘Cause he didn’t. So that’s not disrespectful. To say I didn’t vote for him, that’s not disrespectful either — that’s exercising my right to not cast a ballot for a system that I don’t necessarily believe in. It’s more of a corrective critique as opposed to me just trying to be an asshole. I didn’t believe that he had the power to change the system, which is what needs to happen. I don’t look at the color and I don’t look at the historical significance. Just because you’re black doesn’t mean you’re going to save the world. There are no superhuman qualities about us; we’re all human, able to make mistakes and be hypocrites, [and] also at the same time do great things."</b></div><div class="title" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br />
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They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.<br />
They come through you but not from you,<br />
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.</b></span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b>You may give them your love but not your thoughts,<br />
For they have their own thoughts.<br />
You may house their bodies but not their souls,<br />
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,<br />
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.<br />
You may strive to be like them,<br />
but seek not to make them like you.<br />
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;">"</span></div><div class="caption" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;">Kahlil Gibran (excerpt from On Children)</span></div>Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-22081826545709604592011-09-07T00:41:00.000-04:002011-09-07T00:41:46.325-04:00under some neon lights<b>I'm just sitting here in the registers Office at school waiting for my brother to get everything cleared up so he can get registerd for university. I'm actually excited to get started and so glad to be back in town. Oh home sweet home. I already have my resolutions all planned out and like every year i expect half of them to go unfullfilled, but at least i try, no!</b><br />
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<b>Study hard ya'll </b>Eloquencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611913821701990547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690130384218841284.post-81626043822313731642011-09-02T17:30:00.000-04:002011-09-02T17:30:48.517-04:00The monsters inside your head<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNiXuFutDc5RxkyjRlRIUu6fTsnXKnpYOLNMvK_ynXif1Ug49DJJGund584I4gsoITfi7oMLnqpJkWn2gzpcQv-Uiwug1rAK4wZiL7HkaFkZt1jW8lvlansh282kNVNaczrAgJ9ylgy-X/s1600/tumblr_loodsigN6q1qcolkko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNiXuFutDc5RxkyjRlRIUu6fTsnXKnpYOLNMvK_ynXif1Ug49DJJGund584I4gsoITfi7oMLnqpJkWn2gzpcQv-Uiwug1rAK4wZiL7HkaFkZt1jW8lvlansh282kNVNaczrAgJ9ylgy-X/s400/tumblr_loodsigN6q1qcolkko1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I promise to be a student of life, one who learns from her mistakes and leaves the past for that. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">One who always takes hold of an opportunity when it hits. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will try and leave the judging of others up to God and worry about how i portray my actions first and foremost. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will do my best but i will also realize and come to terms with the fact that some things are not in my hands to change, and others, that if God hadn't answered my prayers for them, it was for the better. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will not stand silent to injustice and oppression. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will stand for the truth even if my voice shakes doing it. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will count my blessings and honor the people who love me. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">First and foremost, i will not simply exist but i will live, breathe and inhale the beauty of life which God has in his generosity granted me. </span></b><br />
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