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Mirror of Consequences

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 14:39:00 +0000

Mirror of Consequences came to life today. The Mirror cannot be better explained but through the physics concept of action and reaction. It talks about how every action that has a reaction is a true mirror of ourselves. Looking into a mirror shows nothing but a surface hence it's deceiving. Nothing defines us better than our own decisions and actions and the saying according to which we see us better through the eyes of others is as true as you can get.

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noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 21:57:00 +0000

La multi ani de Martisor tuturor doamnelor si domnisoarelor

To you, My Valentine (by Her)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 00:16:00 +0000

His…

When you love someone, it’s nothing;

When someone loves you, it’s something;

When you love someone and they love you back,

it’s Everything.

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To you, My Valentine :*

noreply@blogger.com (MrE) — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 04:16:00 +0000

Even after a billion minutes with you accrue,
I Love every second of it through and through!
you replenished my soul anew;
Tell me,how can't I be,so much in love with you??

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a quikie

noreply@blogger.com (MrE) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 19:31:00 +0000

Me and my girlfriend are (beautifool) beautiful...
you ask how? let me explain...

She is a beauty and I am a fool, thereby, together; we are:
Beautifool :P:P

Question of the Month V (January)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 21:36:00 +0000

What does full stop mean? #_#

Un-sang lullabies

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 19:15:00 +0000

Memories of the old

overcome the rush of the new;

Aged feelings are shining gold

Mockingly to the lust sparkles of a short road.

Dreams of old, hopes for the better too

- faithful companions on the long street,

Replace in my life the desires' cheat!

No matter what

noreply@blogger.com (MrE) — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 14:27:00 +0000

Let My eyes never see you again,

Let my hearing never to be enchanted by the sweet call of your voice.

Let my nose not sense your perfume any longer,

Let my mouth never to be touched by your passionate lips wid love.

Let my skin never be burnt by yours,

Let my mind be overtaken by amnesia,

Let my breath stop and blow no more into you,

Let my heart stop out of so much love for you,

My soul will still scream,

"I LOVE YOU!"

Breathe it in!

noreply@blogger.com (MrE) — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 11:29:00 +0000

"Each one of us, is the builder of his own destiny."

(Salaustius/Sallustius, Latin writer)

Question of the Month IV (December)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 10:05:00 +0000

Whatta heck did I get myself into?

extra:

Did I just hear "Ho!Ho!Ho!" ? O_O

In honor of all those wonderful memories and people...

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 08:43:00 +0000

- by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waitng,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with trumph and disaster

And treat with these two imposters the same;

If you can bare to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap pf all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve amd sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold one when there is nothing left in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lost the common touch;

If neither foes not loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more -you'll be a Man my son!

"... and if you feel like crying, don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." - my highschool Headteacher Dumitrescu Armand.

This is one inspirational poem that sometimes makes me proud and I feel like after all I've gone through I can walk a lil' more. So I keep on going! You do too!

Beyond your imagination... where reality beats the expectation

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 22:24:00 +0000

Shashvatham nobis ~Aavam sempur

~Naavu de-a pururea~

By Rishandra Fanathrey

I'll try to keep them together

these awesome feelings of my heart

for always and for ever

'cause you entered deep like a strongly aimed dart.

The memories so vivid now,

don't want them fadin' away

even when the years are all but chugging to decay.

But hey cant we always BE?

Together always in glee without fate being the referee.

Storms of reverie are washing the memory

of that night we came together,

happy times are like drops, but definitely

their essence is stronger than any weather.

Turning tides even, over the oceans,

Are no match to my hurricanes of emotions;

It's churning deftly deep inside

and no one seem to even might,

when everything falls apart,

be there for my bleeding heart.

Against all hope, I search for a silver lining,

to my luck to find the reminisce of US dining;

the storms of doubt are now slowly fading away,

finally I'm able to sail towards the shiny bay.

I turn to you and say goodbye...

I am joking, of course my life, don't jump!!

From now to the world I'll cry

I love you, our love shall never die!!

Dedicated all to the one who's making so many changes

and who's doing so many things in the name of love.

To the one whom I'd give my life for.

To my one love...

Carpe diem! #3

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 21:40:00 +0000

Priveste-te in oglinda! Te vezi? Vezi bine? Iti place nu? MAI GANDESTE-TE!

Urasc banii!!! Si mai presus de asta urasc ceea ce ei pot face, le urasc influenta. Urasc materialismul si superficialitatea provocata de ei. Ii urasc cu toata fiinta mea pana la cele mai intunecate coltisoare ce ma compun. Urasc ca trebuie sa recunosc faptul ca fac parte din ea si nu poate fi schimbata usor – LUMEA nu poate fi schimbata, mai bine zis mentalitatea. Vorba ceea “ Usor de zis, greu de facut.”, mai degraba lipseste vointa de schimbare ca greu rau n-ar fi. In asta consta dificultatea.

Mai urasc faptul ca si eu intru “in hora si joc dupa cum mi se canta”. E prea adanc infiripata in jurul meu, cu asta am crescut, “cu grija banilor”, prin urmare asta MA SEACA – si eu sunt vinovata ca practic ceva ce imi doresc cu ardoare sa schimb.

Deci? Testarea schimbarii trebuie sa inceapa cu mine. Dar cum? Asta nu mai stiu daca ma intrebi. Ce e de facut? Ceva-ceva trebuie sa se urneasca. Grecii antici au inceput sa filosofeze cand nu i-a mai durut grija zilei de maine. Pe mine cum sa ma preocupe schimbarea, “teluri nalte si nobile” daca eu nu-mi pot schimba conditia?

Omul este egoist! SI ASA TREBUIE! Ca sa poti sa ajuti pe altul trebuie sa ai si tu, ca sa te poti gandi la altul trebuie sa fi fost in “pantofii lui”. Chiar daca “din saracia noastra” ar trebui sa fim morali sa dam, daca un om CHIAR NU ARE NIMIC si nu poate sa dea el nu este moral, nu poate avea calitate de generos, simtitor? Ba pe naiba!!!

Vrei schimbare? Nu astepta gura-casca la nimeni: nici la familie, nici la vecini, nici la autoritati… daca nimeni din cei de la care “ai cersit” ajutor indiferent de natura lui nu te ajuta nimeni. TU trebuie, TU fa-ti, AJUTA-TE PE TINE INSUTI, iar mai apoi ajuta-i si pe ceilalti!

Dorinta de schimbare exista acolo undeva ingropata adanc in tine, nu nega, ca minti, e acolo! DOAR metodele de a actiona in aceasta directie sunt EDUCABILE si “PREDABILE”.

Nu te mai vaicari, misca-ti fundu’, si schimba-ti destinul: “Fiecare este fauritorul propriului sau destin!” (Sallustius)

The Illusionist

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:35:00 +0000

I'll never mouth my fears,

nor my love,

nor my tears.

Stopped wanting to be there,

to be listening,

always care.

Words hit me like speedless arrows...

Frozen whispers

are the cirps of sparrows.

Don't recall our moonlight sway;

the smooth melody's maze

in the wind it blew away.

Do not wish now to hear,

not to listen, any word,

be it sorrow, love or cheer.

Don't want any other "ONE"!

Of love oaths,

I had enough!

But this stranger came to me,

and saw, my ears

from sound I sealed.

My eyes him blinkly teased.

Gazed upon be but,

his eyes never ceased.

Grabbed my hand and pulled m close,

on my lips he placed,

a white petal rose.

Like a magician in deed,

he let sound flood me in so deep,

simply ordering " - Now speak!".

Carpe diem! #2

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 06:27:00 +0000

Walking on a rope!

I am nothing but a failed stuntman. I've been in "on-the edge" situations all my life and never failed once. All my stunts used to end with "It was close!", me shaking relieved and colourful smiles surrounding me. And now? Well, that "It was close!" had to happen once and for all. Failure doesn't make me tremble anymore, the nervousness is gone, I'm numb. I failed and the decor turned grey, the charcoaled silhouettes hide a bright light... it is powerfully shinning, a few rays are breaking in, It feels nice, but I don't feel like breaking those overcrowded lines of people to reach it.

What's the use anymore?

Then, a shadow fell on my hand. I felt pulled, I pulled back, it pulled me harder. I freed my hand and stepped back watching it: one of the black silhouettes . Not different from others, yet so "else". Darkness surrounded me, those wonderful lil' rays of light faded away. Did not intend to reach them, but they would have been if I had wanted to. A panic-like feeling caught my body and mind, tears crowded, walls came down, soul spread its wings into every tiny corner of me.

Felt hugged and naked, scared and protected. Heard God raising his voice: " - Be it light!". My eyes were closed tight, face felt red and wet, the fingers were clutched to the shadow.

" - Be it light!" echoed in my mind, " - Be it light!", again in my heart, " - Be it light!" once more in my soul. "- Be it light!" and my body trembled and so it was, so I was, was showered with that bright light, showered with your smile. The shadow got shaped, shaped into you. Raised my eyes, the dark silhouette was replaced by a winged guardian.

And the fingers were no more clutched to a shadow and I never let go of you since. I am a selfish human sweet angel! Don't let me fall!

Found redemption, now I'll pray Him not to let me blow away the wind beneath our wings!

Question of the Month III (November)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 05:53:00 +0000

Do you think you know what a roller-coaster means?

Question of the Month II (October)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 05:42:00 +0000

Damn??? O_O

Carpe diem! #1

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 17:59:00 +0000

Libra

Îmi amintesc foarte mult acum de zilele copilăriei. Toţi au avut dreptate când au spus că o să le simt lipsa, şi aşa a fost şi cu liceul, dar asta nu importă foarte mult acuma. Desigur că fiecare vârstă are avantajele şi dezavantajele ei, dar pe atunci ei îmi erau aproape şi întotdeauna mă primeau cu braţele deschise. Lucrurile păreau să atârne într-o balanţă, aveau un echilibru. Şi apoi... balanţa s-a clătinat. El s-a dus. Eram totuşi pe atât de naivă să nu pot înţelege aceasta pe deplin. În fine! Balanţei i-a luat ceva până a restabilit un oarecare echilibru; a atârnat mai greu de o parte, sau de alta, dar nu a fost o tragedie... tragedie hmpphh...

Şi apoi am devenit mare... balanşa s-a cutremurat, a revenit, ca mai apoi să se răstoarne !!!

...şi eram mare... ea s-a dus... şi eram destul de mare... am înţeles şi a durut... mi-am plâns Cerului durerea, dar ea tot s-a dus... am rămas să-mi plâng singură durerea.

Balanţa s-a răsturnat...

("Bunici")

Question of the Month I (September)

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 12:51:00 +0000

What the heck is wrong with you, people?

Salty drops III ~ New paths ~

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 18:32:00 +0000

I feel like I am being caught in a labirinth, one from you can get out only through your decisions.

Hmm...then there must be my decisions which are getting me in deeper. I don't really know where I am standing, but it feels faaar from exit. I breathe a rotten air and the space I got for moving is ironically so wide... such a trap!!! it can get so tight in just a matter of blinks. However there's a sweet heavy athmosphere like a chamber filled with the smoke of a scented burning stick. It makes me feel so comfortable and for a reason or another I wanna let myself carried away by it, become numb.

Why did I want to get out from the very beginning? It feels so nice and comfy...ah sweet oblivion. Just want to dive in it and swim into a dead tarnished consciousness.

But oh! how wrong I proved to be... how much more naivity can I get out of myself? Instead of swimming in the clear and peaceful "Easy-way" Sea, I found myself choking in a sticky mud. I am but a mere fly struggling to set its wings free from a gluey puddle of honey.

Nothing left now...waiting for the rain's flush.

Salty drops

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 20:32:00 +0000

Si iata infruntand-o, sfidand-o cu catargul nalt, semet. Luceste in desele stafulgerari ale vazduhului si tremura sub ragetele lui. Mai bine rege o zi decat o viata las. Asa sa fie? Asa m-am simtit alaturi de ea... precum corabia ai carei mateloti se simt zei pentru o clipita. Poate nu vreau sa fiu mareata, dar vreau sa ma pot clatina, chiar si periculos, ca si vasul in bataia furtunii si a valurilor spumoase, si sa reusesc tot eu sa ma balansez inapoi.

Si am crezut ca asta fac, ca asta pot si ca sunt in stare. Si priveste-ma acum sunt mai in deriva decat un vas fara carma, decat o barca fara vasle. Ce s-a ales de mine? Ce am fost inainte? Aceeasi presupun. Singura diferenta: nu mai esti. M-am amagit... tu erai carma mea, carja mea. Am ramas un olog.

Unde este soarele dupa furtuna? Cand rasare pe strada mea? Sau poate pana rasare furtuna o sa mature toti matelotii si o sa slefuiasca vasul cu ei, iar razele acelea pline de speranta vor da lumii la iveala numai o pustietate dezolanta. Se mai intampla.

Dar hai sa nu te intristez. Mai incercam datul la vasle pana maine sau poimaine...si asteptam rasaritul. Mare! nu-mi putrezi inca vaslele!!!

Glass of milk

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 09:24:00 +0000

This work doesn't belong to me, but it's something to share with everybody so send it on.

GLASS OF MILK
> One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door

> to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin

> dime left, and he was hungry.

>> He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.

> However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened

> the door.
> Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! .
> She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass

> of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do

> I owe you?

>> "You don't owe me anything," she replied.
> "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a

> kindness.">> He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."

>> As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger

> physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also.
> He had been ready to give up and quit.Many year's later

> that same young woman became critically ill. The local

> doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city,

> where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

>> Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When

> he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light

> filled his eyes.

>> Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital

> to her room.Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to

> see her. He recognized her at once.

>> He went back to the consultation room determined to do his

> best to save her life. From that day he gave special

> attention to her case.

>> After a long struggle, the battle was won.

>> Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final

> bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote

> something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She

> feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest

> of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and

> something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She

> read these words ...

>> "Paid in full with one glass of milk"

> (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.>> Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed:

> "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad

> through human hearts and hands."

>> There's a saying which goes something like this:

>> Bread cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed

> you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the

> least expected time. If you never see the deed again at

> least you will have made the world a better place - And,

> after all, isn't that what life is all about?
> Now you have two choices.

>> 1. You can send this page on and spread a positive> message.

>> 2. Or ignore it and pretend it never touched your heart.

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 08:53:00 +0000

Prayer for God’s benevolance

Lord, Jesus Christ, our Lord, Lord of forgiveness and mercy, You who has unmeasured and unspoken love for people, bowing now to Your praise, with fear and tremble, I bring to You my greatfulness for the benevolance You showed me, Your unworthy servant.
I praise You, I worship You, I sing Your greatness my Lord, my Master, my Benefactor. And again, bowing in front of You I thank you and I humbly pray to Your infinite and unspoken mercy and that from now on You’ll turn to me with the same benevolance and kindness, so I’ll increase my love for You and for the ones surrounding me.
Protect me from all evilness and troubles. Give me peace and strength that I cherish You all my life, prove, speak and sing the greatness of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit now and forever.
Amin.

Sus pe boltă

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 07:58:00 +0000

Sus pe boltă

Am zgâriat un val
și m-am înecat pe mal.
M-am agățat de stele
și le-am mângaiat aspra finețe.
Nenorocit, trup vlăguit,
ai alunecat...
Blestemată, caldă stea,
mie nu mi-ai stat proptea,
am alunecat,
și,
am căzut ,
într-o caldă mare,
reflexie a stelei mele,
odată a mea binefăcătoare.
Și m-am înecat pe mal,
adus de-al său dulce val
și am murit,
acoperit
de-al nopții rece voal.

Collection of wise thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Miss T'ree) — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 11:55:00 +0000

You can't please everyone in your life

A wise man in the middle of the storm doesn't pray to God for deliverence from storm, but deliverence from fear.

Do you love me because I am beautiful or am I beautiful because you love me?

Caracterul fara inteligenta poate ajunge departe, dar inteligenta fara caracter bate pasul pe loc. (Character without intelligence can achieve a lot, but intelligence without character gets nothing.)

There is nothing greater than fear and hatred of common things that bring people together.

Intelligenti pauca. (Pentru cel care intelege ajun putine cuvinte/ For the person who understands few words are enough.) - latin saying