tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70382410057255838702024-02-08T01:33:29.349+02:00OPEN A WINDOW FOR MEF.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-79036796817680160092013-09-21T15:59:00.000+02:002013-09-21T15:59:03.239+02:00"If you love what you do...""If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life."<br />
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I believe the actual quote by Confucius goes as, "Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life" <br />
But I don't believe the 'finding' part. Because to me, that sounds more like a hobby. It changes, you get bored, you try this one day, and then that, you like it, then get fed up of it, and finally...you give up! <br />
Or maybe some people just don't know themselves, in those cases I bet it works, like when it comes to those languid people. They're always leaning, most things are an effort for them, their eyes are half closed, five words in a sentence is too long for them, they take deep breaths, nod and yawn. But these amazing fellow men and woman, when at last something comes their way(they usually don't go after much, its too much of an effort) then they wake up! Oh God! then how I love those guys! Success seems almost certain for them thereafter. <br />
What are they made of??<br />
Not like the rest of us. The majority that struggles on with work, the like of which I call 'bread'. Everyday you make it, its eaten and gone and tomorrow? You're back at square one and you have to make that bread all over again. Its the same with accounts/office workers and most definitely secretaries. Get me? You don't feel like you getting anywhere once you're used to that excessive boredom of numbers. Why, ten years down the line and what you've got?<br />
Nothing! Maybe that one little word: Experience. <br />
Now take a fashion designer, or an artist in every sense of the word. You have a collection of art that one day you can look back on, feel and touch, feast your eyes and soul on your creation that may just one day become a classic piece of...well something. Like Charles James. <br />
But oh Boy? Who am I kidding?<br />
Well. let us all just carry on plodding along in this dry old fashion.<br />
I look back on this post, and I don't even know myself what I am trying to get at.....anyway I'll post it....and good luck to me. I sure need it.F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-82864655126512541692012-09-27T14:28:00.000+02:002012-09-27T14:30:17.220+02:00Not only about GoogleI'm sure everybody out there today is either saying, 'Guess who's birthday is today?' or 'Today Google is 14 years old!' And the majority who hears this will answer, 'Only 14 years old?'<br />
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All right you kids of the world, who of you are older and cleverer than our young Master/Miss Google today??<br />
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Anyway, like I said this post is not all about the egoistic Know-it-All-Google, but the pressure of the 'Naming' ceremony of the poor children of the Internet and their likes.<br />
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Here you go, when the world was still peeping at their faces in their respective cradles.<br />
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<br />F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-57740716428559238092012-09-20T14:32:00.001+02:002012-09-20T17:00:19.709+02:00 Street Photography<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em>'COLLECTING SOULS'</em></strong></div>
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A child that you don't even know the expression of its face, because he has he's back to you, little bare shoulders poking out of his vest, venturing into a dark, forgotten, once glamorous (probably) mansion. </div>
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If there ever is pictures that; ''Every picture tells a story'' than its a Street Photographer's unposed for pictures.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My sister brought this, 'moving on' to my attention with startling
clarity,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">b</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ut accepting that and believing in it are two totally different
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She said (repeating a conversation she had with a stubborn acquaintance),
“first you go to primary school, and then to middle school, high school, university,
get married…it’s all moving on ‘unconditionally’, and so….” It’s one of those
sentences that don’t have an apt ending. It just says, with raised eyebrows, “Get
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F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com115tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-25141199873681929672012-05-17T20:56:00.001+02:002012-05-17T20:59:58.860+02:00Under the Greenwood TreeIf you've read couple of my last posts, then you would know why I love this song of Shakespeare's.<br />
The more of crap you see in buzzing families, this song beckons me.<br />
I repeat it to myself, and even when I was falling in love with Plettenberg it use to ring in my head; <br />
''Come hither, come hither,'' <br />
There's so much in it beside the charm of it, it reminds me of so many things, especially books like Baker's Hawk.<br />
Its an open window whispering to you to leave the stuffiness of it all and go with the breezes.<br />
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<em><strong>Under the greenwood tree,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Who loves to lie with me,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>And tune his merry note</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Unto the sweet bird's throat,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Come hither, come hither, come hither;</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Here shall he see</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>No enemy,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>But winter and rough weather.</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>Who doth ambition shun,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>And loves to live i' the sun,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Seeking the food he eats,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>And pleas'd with what he gets,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Come hither, come hither, come hither;</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>Here shall he see,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>No enemy,</strong></em><br />
<em><strong>But Winter and rough weather.</strong></em>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-74913814352029915542012-05-11T21:19:00.000+02:002012-05-11T21:20:31.703+02:00“This is not you…”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If whatever is crowding our minds, troubling our conscience,
pressing our wallets, in turn making us lash out at others…as scapegoats…It’s not
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But under normal circumstances we wouldn’t pick and jump at
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like that; jumping at every little provocation, whining, squealing about their day’s
troubles, muttering and slamming doors until they get the attention of people
around them. What I’m trying to say is ‘that’ behaviour is normal for some
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But get this, these super-sensitive-whiny complainers
telling you (relatively calmer people of fewer word and slams) when you’re in a
fury or amidst an especially heated rant, “this is not you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I'm not talking siblings and parent type family, oh no.<br />
I'm talking, uncles, blasted cousins, aunts that type of crappy Family.<br />
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That type of family you spell with the same F as F***.<br />
That type of Family is either a blessing or a curse.<br />
In my case its the latter. You cringe to own them as relations to you.<br />
Rotten luck. Rotten heads. Rotten people.<br />
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Its these types of Family that makes one understand quotes like:<br />
'friends are God's apology for relations'<br />
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So true. <br />
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But the worst part is not admitting that you own this relations, <br />
not even when strangers may step back with frowns when they ask,<br />'You're the niece of so-and-so?' or 'You're first cousins with them?' and then with raised eyebrows, 'No kidding! we'll be seeing you..' and you'll never see them again.<br />
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But when you see the flash of 'something' in your parent's eyes(the parent who owns this relation of course) that closely resembles hurt. Or when us siblings rant about what arseholes said Family is, and then the same parent says, 'He's still my brother you know...' and laugh it off.<br />
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But its not a bloody laugh.<br />
Its a pity, that your parent has that excuse for a sibling with such a rotten brain. <br />
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So there all you imaginary folks who can sympathize, nod vigorously and rant along with me!<br />
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See ya!<br />
<br />F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-18568669796691452362012-05-06T14:19:00.001+02:002012-05-06T14:22:13.205+02:00<strong>Its what I call 'Gripping On'</strong><br />
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Why do authors do this with their series?<br />
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I like Morganville series a lot, but take a look at this:<br />
<span><em>"BLACK DAWN is a staggering #12 in the series, but it’s not the last! In fact, there will be at least 15 novels in the Morganville series, and the next, BITTER BLOOD, is already under construction (and almost done)."</em></span><br />
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<span>See that? </span><br />
<span>Once authors make a bang with their books, they don't want to leave their bloody series alone!</span><br />
<span>I orignally thought this #12 book, Black Dawn was the last in this fabulous series, but NO, it will its now escalating to a whopping 15 books!</span><br />
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<span>I get it, <em>almost</em> most of the mysteries are solved... the machine that keeps Morganville safe, why the vamps chose a town in the sun as apposed to their 'health reasons', the bishop diseas scenario..oh lots got solved, and now what Rachel is bringing in the #13th book?</span><br />
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<span>GHOSTS</span><br />
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<span>Whatever! </span><br />
<span>Remember Vampire Diaries?</span><br />
<span>Exactly! That series never ended! </span><br />
<span>There was the Vampire Diaries four books, and then the Return sereis camo out if I'm not mistaken, and probably the books' still going on now with the Tv series version are also out in books...</span><br />
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<span>Why can't authors just leave their books 'fresh'?</span><br />
<span>Even if it is ten books, make a blast into the market, and make a dramatic exist, rather than this stale slow never ending death of a promising sereies.</span><br />
<span>Instead, now they will eventually just wither into oblivion with the rest of 'incapable of ending books!'</span><br />F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-27239122530759099332012-05-01T15:36:00.001+02:002012-05-01T15:38:36.975+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You gotta love his quotes. Man, he's smart!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Check out my all time favaourites:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I am America. I am the part you won't recognize. But get<br />
used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours;<br />
my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.” <br />
― </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Muhammad Ali</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I Ain't Got No Quarrel With The VietCong...No VietCong Ever Called Me Nigger.” <br />
― </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Muhammad Ali</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.” <br />― </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Muhammad Ali</span></div>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-87401508948664743912012-04-28T20:57:00.000+02:002012-05-01T15:32:12.608+02:00Black Dawn - Morganville VampiresBlack Dawn - Morganville Vampires<br />
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May 1st 2012<br />
The 12 book in Rachel Caine's MV series!<br />
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Can't wait.<br />
See extract here: <a href="http://penguinbtl.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-dawn-morganville-vampires-extract.html">http://penguinbtl.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-dawn-morganville-vampires-extract.html</a>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-51950017277847810902012-01-26T21:50:00.002+02:002012-01-26T21:54:24.949+02:00eReader for Blackberry CurveI recently came into acquaintance with Blackberry, but for my part was not happy about it.<br />
Every eReader I downloaded didn't work properly coming up with some problem or the other.<br />
Mobipocket worked just fine on my previous device,<br />
but not with this 'handheld.'<br />
Quite frantic, and irritated and all I could do was<br />
glare down at that sleek device that isn't accommodating my needs.<br />
So this is what I found on <em>technobuzz</em> (a great website), but still have to experiment with on said device.<br />
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<a href="http://www.passwordincorrect.com/2010/03/06/4-ways-to-turn-your-mobile-phone-into-an-e-reader/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: 4 Ways to Turn Your Mobile Phone Into an E-reader">4 Ways to Turn Your Mobile Phone Into an E-reader</a><br />
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Hope it works for me, otherwise I'm giving up on the wretched device.F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-16370307450414777832012-01-20T22:44:00.003+02:002012-01-20T22:47:10.153+02:00The Costa Concordia disaster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChLcb591VYZPQcZXzOHGSfhCeg08ls9wR0pp1pIHQPGQapsITRlTNt44JDjnyT6PPdYfdDxckceoLmuqH1B1frpszta4_xVDe3qCXEvnlFRLjv4tA42P-9HKkfc83xyAmocQwq8NmeJ8/s1600/Costa_Concordia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChLcb591VYZPQcZXzOHGSfhCeg08ls9wR0pp1pIHQPGQapsITRlTNt44JDjnyT6PPdYfdDxckceoLmuqH1B1frpszta4_xVDe3qCXEvnlFRLjv4tA42P-9HKkfc83xyAmocQwq8NmeJ8/s320/Costa_Concordia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Name: <i><b>Costa Concordia</b></i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Built: 2006</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Length: 290.2 m (951.8 ft</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passengers (norm.): 3,000</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passengers (max): 3,700</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Crew: 1,100</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Service speed: 20.0 knots</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maiden voyage: 14 July 2006</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(incomplete) </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last Voyage: 13 January 2012</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The cruise ship that capsized on the 13th of Jan 2012 </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">off shore the Isola del Gilio, </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">neart the western coast of Italy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ironic, isn't it?</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-52581413543887258262012-01-11T20:41:00.000+02:002012-01-11T20:41:24.486+02:002012 brings Muslim Facebook – SalamWorld<a href="http://muslimvillage.com/2012/01/11/18180/2012-brings-muslim-facebook-salamworld/#.Tw3XstlFIMQ.blogger">2012 brings Muslim Facebook – SalamWorld</a><br /><br />Do you 'approve'??F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-58238523532530052382012-01-09T14:16:00.011+02:002012-01-11T15:12:17.948+02:00Cueva de los Cristales<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">or Cave of Crystals<strong>.</strong></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5krbtBMju4OB8efHPfMfbAm4QcEgpTYbOduYJxhll76fBqxEq5rJa8_BKCs8rKlT8pveDNHKSvclWz02m92aG2Te2icnkVNpOH8QYGTb0YhAlb-YOqsLQ-tEoJ_PIZdIbazFemRkflk/s1600/crystalsmexico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5krbtBMju4OB8efHPfMfbAm4QcEgpTYbOduYJxhll76fBqxEq5rJa8_BKCs8rKlT8pveDNHKSvclWz02m92aG2Te2icnkVNpOH8QYGTb0YhAlb-YOqsLQ-tEoJ_PIZdIbazFemRkflk/s320/crystalsmexico.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia;">A thousand feet below the Naica mines, exists the Cave of Crystals.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia;">A true splendour to behold!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">But to do so, one has to endure the heat of the Naica mines,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">under which no more than a mile below the surface magma resides. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Within the caves itself the temperature rests somewhere at 112 degrees farenheit,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">and according to National Gegraphic with a 90 to 100 percent in humidity.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Ultimately, each visit qualifies the probability of a heartstroke.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: white;"> But, wouldn’t the beauty <em>itself</em> risk a person’s heart in the first place?</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Due to these temperatures, human exposure is only permitted for 10 minutes at a time,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">and so the caves are yet to be revealed to the human eye. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: white;">And that is precisely what I love the most about this underworld.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Isn’t itGod’s way of protecting his hidden beauties from the prying ‘experimenting’</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"> hands</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: white; font-size: small;">of human scientists in the name of ‘research’.</span></span>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-19585280919470489942012-01-08T16:39:00.003+02:002012-01-11T20:43:44.862+02:00Catching sayings from the 21st Century''If you want to toe the line, if you want to be some corporate guy and say the right things, do the right things, you might be okay in the media's eye, but it won't be real for me."<sup><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></sup>- Anthony MundineF.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-62283717931149798902012-01-07T16:04:00.002+02:002012-01-08T16:15:49.357+02:00What a lot of moving?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpe4MCvQ5TS8ZEmYqxs8yggV4Tz5oAheto6M5WDVK-DJtgx723WmbEVdLRGVAFTYbRqnZzM2LCqevvmptgykthCteSurrBf_Btyk8RNhvAJkikzXOyyHCxDyBeb99rVHxTcvbJY1J2xs/s1600/move_cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpe4MCvQ5TS8ZEmYqxs8yggV4Tz5oAheto6M5WDVK-DJtgx723WmbEVdLRGVAFTYbRqnZzM2LCqevvmptgykthCteSurrBf_Btyk8RNhvAJkikzXOyyHCxDyBeb99rVHxTcvbJY1J2xs/s320/move_cartoon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mind you, ain't that a good enough reason for not letting in fresh air into this stuffy blog?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">From computers, clothes, appliances, tennis tables, and cats!<br />
Now that we’re settled in the ‘new house’ I wish I could move all over again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You know it’s a feeling that enters the blood, or triggers some dormant nerve ending that makes you want to rush on and on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I had this idea, as seeing how much fun and arguments we had in decorating our house, that you feel like to do just that, but alas, for the others will not agree with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Decorate a house, put it on sale and move on…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But no, Rikks said, “You mad? You want to leave <i>this</i> house of <i>ours</i>?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And Mom totally appalled at the fact of abandoning her new ‘gas stove.’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hermy and the mole, well you know them, the only teenagers in the world content at sitting at home (well me too sometimes, why should I lie?).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moze hadn’t had much to say. And Dad could only burst into lame laugher.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh well, but I still have something to scream about:</span></div><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“THERE IS NO BLIMMIN WATER IN THIS PLACE!”</span>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-92193539993399109092011-12-02T03:16:00.000+02:002011-12-02T03:16:59.533+02:00Colour in/out the shapes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06UOMVbD0jqgDuRqJwkoreXXWaMTtCXHLsvC9UCPmTNTGtCFaM7Vm1mO1DwiPVc3rIcmSd2l68LjfSYJfUoBjOEWlBl_WJz20Im0FBOdmcXY84UPtFwVlcgTDVB3EACrtyNVauOKcS4Q/s1600/1-b43ee408f2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06UOMVbD0jqgDuRqJwkoreXXWaMTtCXHLsvC9UCPmTNTGtCFaM7Vm1mO1DwiPVc3rIcmSd2l68LjfSYJfUoBjOEWlBl_WJz20Im0FBOdmcXY84UPtFwVlcgTDVB3EACrtyNVauOKcS4Q/s320/1-b43ee408f2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-82278717918177209172011-12-02T03:07:00.002+02:002011-12-02T03:17:27.980+02:00Time to come backIts the second of December, its 2:58 in the morning, and I am up.<br />
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Well, to justify that, I was busy preparing my module to submit to my tutor tomorrow and guess what?<br />
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Somebody, peeked in my window.<br />
Not literally, this window.<br />
I have one comment.<br />
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I can't say that I'm exactly happy about it though..<br />
I kinda liked the feeling that my blog was open out there, yet it seemed impossible for anybody to knock on it.<br />
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Well it happened apparently, it was a call unto me, to move it.<br />
The past months wasn't happy, that's what family does...they make you worry, and if you worry, they worry, and you know everything ain't right.<br />
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But hopefully soon. Not just the windows, but doors are going to open for us.<br />
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Insha-Allah.F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-77264778724889625812011-09-23T19:39:00.004+02:002011-09-23T19:40:53.754+02:00From My Collection of Favourite Quotes"Keep on knocking<br />
'til the joy inside<br />
opens a window<br />
look to see who's there" <br />
<strong><em>-Rumi-</em></strong>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-46589713687316434052011-09-17T16:19:00.004+02:002011-09-17T16:27:20.650+02:00The Feeling of Importance<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">According to the ‘Big secret of dealing with people’, in Dale Carnegie’s book ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People’, there is only one way to get anybody to do anything and that is to make that person <b>want</b> to do it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It all ultimately comes down to people wanting to be important.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How hard these people try, and to what lengths they strive to reach their goal: Importance. This book gives countless examples of people in history.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How much research did Dale Carnegie go through to come to this conclusion? </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Take this from Mr Carnegie’s book:</span></span></div><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Lincoln once began a letter by saying, ‘everybody likes a compliment.’ And William James said, ‘The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated.’”</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I, without even finish reading this chapter wasn’t surprised.</span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why?</span></span></div><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Islam already gave it to us on a silver platter more that 1400 years ago, by telling us:</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Allah (swt) Lord of the whole universe, He is Al-Shakour<i> ‘The Most-Appreciative.’</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And never is your Lord forgetful…” (Qur’an, 19:64)</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">If Allah (God) is appreciative of our good deeds than who are we? Because God is independent of man, he does not need to be appreciative of our good deeds, but he <i>is</i>.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Not forgetting, and being appreciative, all but sums up where Humans lack. These two qualities if humans adopt with each other, will definitely instill a feeling of ‘Importance’in one another.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And again on the topic of importance, Dale Carnegie says, ‘this desire makes you want to wear the latest styles, drive the latest cars, and talk about your brilliant children.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN-GB">Allah (God) told us in the Quran regarding the phases of man in Surah Hadeed (57): Verse 20.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>‘Know that the life of this world is nothing but play and pastime, and adornment, and boasting amongst yourselves, and the desire to surpass each other in wealth and children...’<o:p></o:p></em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">This verse is so great, that human’s entire life, is portioned into 5 distinct phases:</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Wingdings 2"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Wingdings 2"; mso-themecolor: text1;">— </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">As you became a teenager, and entered early manhood,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white;">looking good and adorning yourself took center-stage<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Wingdings 2"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Wingdings 2"; mso-themecolor: text1;">— </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">Then came the stage when boasting of achievements in<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">career and business was commonplace</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: white;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Wingdings 2"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Wingdings 2"; mso-themecolor: text1;">— </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">As you grew older, your main concern was to rival others in<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white;">wealth; and gloat over the achievements of your children<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">Everything is there in Islam.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">We just have to learn 'where' to look, and its a Beautiful journey.</span>F.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00673038286245167362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038241005725583870.post-34248222363298232062011-09-16T20:18:00.025+02:002011-09-16T20:34:50.206+02:00Arabian NightsI came across this selection of Arabian Nights.<br />
Although the one I have is in hardcover, with a much greater selection,<br />
including the full introduction of the Arabian Nights stories and Princess Shahrazad.<br />
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Supposedly the largest mosque in Europe excluding, Turkey, of course.<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">"Although the present mosque was completed in 1996, it was based on the design of the original mosque built by the Qolşärif, or religious leader, who served there in the 16th century. The Qolşärif was martyred along with his students when the city of Kazan was invaded by Russian forces led by Ivan the Terrible in 1552."</span></em><br />
It has quite a history too from the little that I've read on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qolsharif_Mosque">wikipedia</a>.<br />
Sadly, it seems that this mosque is not being used as a mosque at the moment, but more of a museum......<br />
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