One day an atheist moved into the house next door.

He became irritated at the little old lady.

Every morning he’d step onto his front porch after her and yell: ‘THERE IS NO God!’

Time passed with the two of them carrying on this way every day.

One morning, in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted: ‘PRAISE THE God! Please God, I have no food and I am starving, provide for me, oh Lord!’

The next morning she stepped out onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there.

‘PRAISE THE God!’ she cried out. ‘HE HAS PROVIDED GROCERIES FOR ME!’

The atheist neighbour jumped out of the hedges and shouted:
‘THERE IS NO God; I BOUGHT THOSE GROCERIES!!’

The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted:
“PRAISE GOD!, HE HAS PROVIDED ME WITH GROCERIES AND MADE THE DEVIL PAY FOR THEM!”

Däremot kan jag tycka att så enkelt är det inte. Vi har alla ett val, vi har alla, män som kvinnor, valmöjligheter här i livet. Alla är vi olika och alla fungerar vi på olika sätt. Vissa har svårt för att vara trogna, andra har svårt för att dricka alkohol med måtta. Vilka "problem" vi än har så har vi dock alltid ett val. Det är ingen annan än jag själv som väljer hur jag vill bete mig, vad jag vill säga eller vad jag vill göra.

Om jag beter mig på ett visst sätt och inte är helt tillfreds med de följder som kommer, så får jag väl helt enkelt låta bli. Svårare än så är det inte.

Om jag vet med mig att jag kanske är svartsjuk och brusar upp lite för lätt, får jag kanske bita mig i tungan och brottas med mig själv istället för med min partner.

Om jag vet med mig att jag blir odräglig när jag dricker sprit, drick då inte sprit.

Känner att jag har lite svårt att förklara hur jag menar. Det jag försöker få fram är att vi har alla ett eget ansvar. Vi vet oftast konsekvenserna av vårt handlande och om vi då inte är beredda att ta de konsekvenserna, välj då en annan väg.

/Ms Mybell

Relations are like glass. It's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together

I loved this,

source: from សៀវភៅ​អផ្សុក

"Please put it on the other arm," the boy pleaded.

"Why do that?" the doctor asked. "This will let everyone know you have been vaccinated and they won't hit your sore arm."

"Please put it on my other arm! Please!" the boy begged. "You don't know the kids at my school."

He couldn't show his weakness. He was afraid to let others know of his vulnerability for fear of being hurt more than he was already.

Adults, too, are pretty good at hiding pain. Not usually physical pain, but the pain of loss or rejection or fear. They like to appear as if they are in control; they can handle whatever life throws at them; they're on top of it.

And too often... they end up going it alone. No one understands. No one is there to help.

J’ai un problème. Ce problème me suit depuis des années. En fait, d’aussi loin que je me souvienne il n’est pas arrivé une fois que cela ne m’arrive pas. J’avais 12 ans et c’était ça, 15 ans pareil, 19 ans, identique, aujourd’hui, la même chose, mais au moins je le sais.

C’est idiot qu’après une dizaine d’année on se rende compte d’une tangente qui saute aux yeux quand on n’y pense. Le problème : je m’attache trop rapidement.

Je n’ai jamais eu beaucoup d’amies du sexe féminin. En fait, oui, j’en ai eu beaucoup mais je n’en ai plus vraiment aujourd’hui. Bizarrement, le problème vient du fait que je suis totalement reconnaissant envers celles qui démontrent un peu d’attention à mon égard.

Dès qu’une fille se montre gentille, intéressée à faire des activités, attentive à une longue discussion, le moindrement adorable, je finis toujours par avoir le béguin pour elle.

Les victimes ? Ma meilleure amie d’enfance, des amies de camping, les filles m’approchant dans les bars, les rencontres qui se montrent intéressées à me connaître plus, les collègues de classe avec qui se développe une affinité, etc. En fait, comme je disais dès qu’une fille semble vouloir développer une relation plus élevée que le stade de « simple connaissance » je finis par me faire des idées, me créer des scénarios.

Que ce soit de la plus belle et gentille personne à la plus laide et conne fille, on dirait que dès qu’on me donne de l’attention/affection je m’attache et je me met à envisager une relation plus complète avec cette personne.

Je ne sais pas combien d’amies j’ai pu perdre après leur avoir déclaré mon « amour ». On dira bien ce qu’on voudra mais quand tu sais que ton ami trip sur toi, ça change pas mal de choses. Comment agir envers lui sans qu’il ne s’imagine des avances ?

Je sais c’est tout à fait niaiseux, mais c’est comme ça. Suis-je condamné pour autant à vivre seulement avec des amis masculins ? Peut-être bien.

Cependant, comme je disais en intro, aujourd’hui, à 20 ans, je suis conscient de mon problème. J’y travaille fort. Pas le choix ! Quand tu es dans un programme de filles, tu finis par te faire pas mal d’amies filles et j’ai pas envie de recommencer mes déboires d’avant. Feque je travaille fort sur moi-même, des fois je vais même jusqu’à côtoyer certaines personnes au minimum pour justement arrêter de recevoir l’attention qui me fait virer fou.

Je suis fucké, i know. Vaut mieux avertir que guérir. Peut-être que cette tribune saura me protéger de mes futures victimes.

Selon les résultats d'une étude parue sur le site nouvelObs.com, la « pilule contraceptive aurait une influence sur le choix du partenaire sexuel : les femmes qui la prennent jetteraient plus facilement leur dévolu sur un homme qui leur ressemble génétiquement. »

On y explique que du côté des tendances naturelles, une femme serait attirée « inconsciemment [par] un partenaire aux gênes dissemblables », pour favoriser le « brassage génétique ». C'est tellement logique et cela serait pareil « chez la plupart des vertébrés ».

Aussi, le signal contradictoire que pourrait induire la pilule contraceptive « pourrait conduire à des problèmes de fertilité et à la conception d’enfants aux systèmes immunitaires affaiblis. » Selon l'article, l'auteur de l'étude, Craig Robert, « s’interroge également de manière très sérieuse aux implications pour les couples de ces travaux : puisque les odeurs jouent un rôle important dans l’attirance sexuelle, l’arrêt ou la reprise de la pilule pourrait-il conduire certaines personnes à la rupture ? Si l’idée reste simpliste, il faut bien avouer qu’elle laisse songeur… »

Avouez que cela pourrait expliquer bien des choses, même si la vie humaine, si je puis m'exprimer ainsi, n'est pas simplement et seulement animale, malgré que nous en soyons quand même, au bout du compte. Mais cela doit bien jouer pour beaucoup dans certaines situations.

Mais ça me fait penser, et peut-être que ça ravivera quelques souvenirs pour certains, que la prise de la pilule contraceptive, et c'est connu, rend certaines femmes plus agressives envers leurs conjoints. Ça pourrait avoir un lien avec ce qui est décrit plus haut, quand même.

Et si on imagine qu'une femme (qui prend ce moyen de contraception) rencontre un homme (le contraire de celui que son corps demande) et qu'elle arrête la pilule pour avoir un enfant de lui, on imagine bien qu'en plus des bouleversements hormonaux, relationnels, et tout le reste, cette répulsion génétique peut bien expliquer le grand nombre de ruptures qui arrivent pendant et après la grossesse.

En terminant, si je puis m'interroger sur un possible biais qu'impliqueraient des résultats de la sorte, je pense automatiquement à une peur de la contraception, ce qui sourirait assez franchement à certains lobbys (religieux?), il ne faut pas s'en cacher.

(Photo : Danarah)

I am sorry, but this is the worst Blog Posting I have ever done on this site so I won't continue with it.  I have been away on holiday and I obviously don't have a clue what to write about.  Give me a day and things will be back to normal.

I actually even stole this idea for a post from Paul's site.  Go there and check that out, it will please him.

Le nœud coulant est idéal pour commencer une relation. Il s’ajuste, donne du lest au besoin, se resserre tout en douceur… Il est simple, mais mérite la plus grande attention!

Après tout, le temps file… À quoi bon vouloir se retenir!

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Each year the farmer entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it.

The reporter discovered that the farmer shared is seed corn with his neighbors. "How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.

"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves. So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to be at peace must help their neighbors to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

Moral:
If we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn.

We, people, we've set standard for a successful relation and a less successful one based on our past experience and depending on what we see around us. Say our friends say they have a successful relationship because it last long, we'll assume that being together for a long time is a successful relationship but what if someone else tells us that his relationship is successful because they never had a fight since they know themselves, will we assume having no fight is a successful relationship? We assume things people tells us but we do not set our own standards.

Is a perfect couple one where there is no fight at all or one where the guy always bring flowers to the girl, I mean everyday?!

We cannot define a perfect couple firstly because there is not a published and set standard for love. We cannot define love that's why we cannot define success in love. We've all learn that concerning feelings, each and everyone reacts differently due to our education, nature or sensibility. This not only depend on gender but every man or woman doesn't react the same to feelings.

Secondly why can't we define successful relationship is because we are not living the relationship of other. What does this statement means?! Let's take an example and I'll explain it to you. Say some guy bring flowers to his wife everyday and then cook dinner and they eat and then go to sleep. That's fine and many girl (according to me) will say this is a successful relationship but believe me, not all girl will say this. Some might love changes; even if the guy don't bring flower everyday, but be a little more unpredictable. Come home, we don't have dinner and we go out to buy some fast food, go to the park, sit on the grass and eat.

See that simple example. This is a plain and clear way to explain that standard for love doesn't exist just as standard for wooing a girl. We cannot sets standard and we'll not be able never to do this, we can only live love. So, live love and forget about successful relationship to other. Your relationship appear a failure to others but appears as a successful one to you, believe me then, this is a success.

Have a good day and cheerio...

Jag skulle vilja påstå att det var han som fick mig att upptäcka min sexualitet, och att älska sex. Det är 8 månader sen vi gjorde slut, JAG gjorde slut. Ändå är det jag som står här snopen och inte kan tillfredställa mig själv. Jag behöver fortfarande honom för att få min njutning. Han behöver inte mig, alls. Jag kommer visserligen högre upp på hans vännerlista, men jag är så beroende av honom där jag ligger i sängen och blir upphetsad utan att kunna göra något åt det.

Och nu, idag, när jag bad honom komma förbi "på mys", var svaret: "Jag tror inte att det är en så bra idé. Det känns inte helt okej eftersom mina vänskapskänslor för dig inte passar med den typen av mys... Hoppas du inte tar det som en diss. Jag tror bara att det är mest rättvist mot båda om vi inte umgås på det sättet?"

Jävligt moget av honom, men jag då? Vad ska jag ta mig till? Det är ju inte hans problem förstås, men jag måste hitta en lösning. Om exakt 19 dagar åker han utomlands i ett halvår, jag tänkte att det skulle bli det naturliga avslutet. Men egentligen är jag ju trött på honom, han grattade mig inte ens på min 25-årsdag. Trots att han vet hur viktiga födelsedagar är för mig. Inget grattis i efterskott heller, trots att det gått över en vecka. Men sånt mindes han ju knappt när vi faktiskt var tillsammans. Dessutom är han alldeles för nördig, vår chattkonversation igår var som ett skämt. Dett är svaret på vad han gör:

jag upptäcker musik, synd att musik bara går i den fjärde dimensionen, tid
bilder som går i två dimensioner kan man titta på flera samtidigt
eller lite här och där, men musik måste man liksom lyssna på en i taget, och det tar den tid det tar

Sedan börjar han prata om hur fantastiskt det är att de digitalt lyckats återskapa den fysiska skönheten från blandbandens tid.

Det är som att han pratar med sig själv, det där går liksom förbi mig. Tar gärna till mig sajttipset men resten säger han till sig själv, speciellt eftersom han fortsätter utan någon respons.  Han är knepig, för knepig. Lika bra att det är över nu så att jag kan lära mig själv det han lärde mig. Att njuta av sex.

Hier soir, je l'entends dans la cuisine. Habituellement dans ce temps là ça veut dire qu'un truc à grignoter va se rammener sous peu.
-Qu'est-ce tu faaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiss ??????? que je mon estomac me fait demander.
-...rien, qu'il murmure.

Réponse suspecte; quiconque a eu au moins un enfant le sais. C'est souvent quand le protagoniste ne fait rien que la toilette se retrouve bouchée à cause des blocs légos ou que le pot de sucre se vide accidentellement pas par exprès. Donc il ne faisait rien, qu'il disait, le vilain.

Je continue ma lecture de blogue, ne me doutant de rien. Je l'entends se ramener dans le salon, s'assoir dans son fauteuil et ... gratter un plat avec une cuillere. Je déduis que ce qu'il mange ça doit être quelque chose que je n'aime pas puisqu'il ne m'offre pas de le partager. Naïve que je suis. Puis je me retourne et j'ai un choc en le voyant, l'air trop angélique pour être vrai, la preuve de son égoïsme trop mal dissimulée derrière l'écran du portable sur ses genoux:

-Comment as tu pu oser ?
-...euh...
-Sale égoïste!!!
-...mais chérie...
-Jamais JAMAIS je n'aurais fait une telle chose! JAMAIS ! J'espère que tu as honte !
-Même pas stie !

C'est comme ça, que dans mon dos, il a fini le pot de Haagen Daz vanille qu'il avait nappé des framboises dans le sirop faites avec amour par la dame du patio. Un sale égoïste, maintenant vous le savez.

"It's like watching National Geographic Channel," I had said then, "you get to see all kinds of people from all over the world."

Now, I don't blame Manish for laughing at what I had said. Anybody who has worked in a gas station before, knows exactly, that it's not the kind of job even a highschool drop-out would want to apply for.

Moping, sweeping, stocking etcs. are actually the last thing one worries about while working in a gas station. Since the day your boss tells you to "give everything a person wants if he comes pointing a gun at you," you somehow prepare yourself for the worse. And after that every other task within, seem a lot easier.

So, to tell somebody that working in a gas station is comparable to watching National Geographic and learning anthropology, could easily be marked as embellishing the experience.

Not quite.

When I finally asked this Hispanic costumer of mine where he was from, he replied, "Tegucigalpa." To many Nepalis, it might sound like a village in Rolpa or some other district in Karnali region of Nepal. And here is the guy from Honduras, South America who shares my skin color and is barely as tall as I am. If I had seen him wandering in New Road, Kathmandu, then I would call it a miracle if I could guess he was from the land oceans apart.

The other came from Luo tribe in Nairobi, Kenya. Only later, I came to learn about that tribe. Luo and Kikuyu, the other tribe, clashed after the election a year ago. That caused many to speculate that the exacerbated situation in Kenya may lead the only true democracy in the whole continent of Africa to collapse. Now, after, Kofi Annan intervened, both tribes share power. Raila Odinga, from Kikuyu is the Prime Minister and Mwai Kibaki from Luo is the President. Also, the Presidential candidate Barack Obama's dad was from Luo tribe.

Rafeal is from Cuba. This 76 years old expatriate glows when trashing Fidel and his brother Raul Castro. He doesn't remember how old he was when he rode a boat and sailed to Miami in mid 60s but one thing, he says, he will never forget is his mother's face filled with tears waving him goodbye in the northern shore of Cuba. His mother died in 1984. He learned about her death when another boat -just like the one he had travelled in- sailed one of his relatives from Cuba in 1987.

Mexicans, Indians, Pakistanis and South Asians in general, Salvadorians, Canadians, Chinese, Vietnamese, Eastern Europeans, Negerians, People from Cameroon (I didn't want to guess that they are called Cameroonese), Arab in general, are all too frequent costumers at where I work.

Indians, who, as soon as they enter the door start speaking in Hindi (most of the convinient stores in Houston are are owned by Indians and Pkistanis. As they proudly refer to themshelves as "Deshi"). And when I reply in English, they smile back. And specially, the Gujaratis, who use the pronoun "tu" instead of the generally used, "tum."

Vietnamese have taught me how to count in Vuetnamese. Greeks had me taste Mezethes. Mexicans taught me Spanish. Pakistanis introduced me to the savory chicken khorma. If not for Moh, i wouldn't have known all the music they play in Trinidad and Tobago is Hindi.

Many others have helped me pull my currency collection to 53 from different countries and counting.

And, of all, my Gujarati boss taught me how much respect and love, the word "tu" carries.

* today, August 26, is Rosina's birthday. She completed her medical studies erlier this month. She is in Nepal now. I wish this new doctor, a very warm " happy birthday."

This is so stupid.

In Relation to not-Heath:

• I'm most likely jumping the gun on this post, as not-Heath has not yet, officially, reached the 72-hour mark, and that's the general standby in America.
• ie. the three-day rule.
• However, wtf, he was clearly besotted.  
• The hang up here (no pun), is that I might, possibly, have his number in my phone.  
• It's a missed call.
• The time-stamp shows I was called around the same time I gave not-Heath my number at the pub.
• It's possible he stored it in his phone and dialed it right away.
• It's also possible that was the Dad guy.
• No, I didn't give Dad Guy my number, but it was lying on the bar, and he was a creep.
• Jane insists that calling this number, finding out if it's not-Heath, and then (allowing that it is) following up on our plans is the only rational course of action.
• This makes me squeamish.

Antagligen lever vi knappt ens i samma värld.

The need for connection and contact between human beings is very important to acknowledge. Not only do we need intimate relationships with our partners, nuclear families, and close friends, but also we need a sense of connectedness to an extended family, tribe, or community. We need to have a feeling of belonging to a larger group.

Ultimately, we need to feel that we are part of the whole human family and connected to all beings on earth.

people come and people go but their faith in this word
does
not undergo a slightest change....... unless and
untill...... it is one
who is tooo close to their heart who
shakes the foundations of this word

many a times it so happens that we experience things
for the first time in
our lives......age not being a bar........ there's
always a first time for everything..........
new experiences are a part of life.........we dont
even, many a times, know whats
happening and by the time we deduce something its
already too late
and we have nowhere to go.........probably a point of
no return ..........

people who have experience use their well practiced,
well repeated, well rehearsed words over and over
again..........on one
person after another......... but it is the novice who
feels
his world tremble, shiver and shake at the mention of
these
soul stirring words.........it is this very novice who
feels that these words
touch the core of his heart.........he is the one, who
definitely does not realise, how many times those
words have been spoken and
repeated for every new face........

it is only when this realisation dawns upon the
person, that he
comes to know how weak can even the most intimate of
bonds be..........how loose can even the most well
woven fabric of relation be.........
the transitory nature of not only people but also
emotions comes to the forefront.........

it is only then that we reach this frightening
conclusion that voyages in the sea of emotions are a
thing of the past............the waves are definitely
no longer smooth.......in fact they are such that will
turn our world upside down............

so.......... be careful before you actually decide to
undertake an emotional voyage..........
make sure there are no tempests waiting to engulf you
and the world of your dreams..........

Who loves you so much he gave you life and left heaven to die for you? It was Jesus!