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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTLcT10QszU/TrFMMIraMoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6PJ4fu7PBrI/s1600/Picture+186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTLcT10QszU/TrFMMIraMoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6PJ4fu7PBrI/s320/Picture+186.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, lets starts by saying that I've prepared for the 2011 Halloween day for about 2 months because I was making my Jack Sparrow... Ahmm.. Sorry, it's Captain Jack Sparrow costume. 
And it did took me a very long time because I made everything from scratch, especially the wig. So imagine how much excitement I had towards Halloween! I was looking forward to it and just couldn't wait to go out there as Captain Jack and have a good time with my family.

So on October 30th my friend and I went to watch the film "The Rum Diary" with Johnny Depp, and already then I felt that i was getting a cold. I tried to ignore it and just have a good time with my dearest friend/neighbor Rhonda, who is a great write and artists. I admire her very much :). So after we've watched the movie we went to eat something. I got a bagel with cream cheese and tea. Rhonda just got tea... 
We had a little conversation about the film and just shared our ideas and opinions about it. We had a great chat. Then we walked home together and spoke about her past and all those cool memories of our teen times.
When I got home I began to feel very weak and decided to just relax with my mother and watch a movie. About 2 hours passed and mom went to sleep, she got tired- but I didn't. I didn't watch to sleep because I knew that my stuffy nose will bother me at night. So I just decided to watch films the entire night until I will feel that I'm capable to sleep. 

It was about 2:20 Am, and I finally was able to breath. I felt tired so I turned off the TV and fell a sleep. Darkness just covered my entire mind and the silence was heard very clearly. 
After some ours at abou 5:46 AM, I woke up and felt like I had to throw up... So I quickly ran to the bathroom and just stood there like a dead zombie in front of the toilet, hoped for mercy. But then I felt so dizzy, it was not normal.
Suddenly the whole bathroom began to move in front of my eyes and I felt misbalance, so I sat on the toilet and just prayed to God to help me get better. I sat at the toilet and saw how the entire bathroom was spinning in front of my face, my ears began hearing weird stuff and my body's temperature wasn't normal at all. It went from hot to cold, from cold to hot. And that's when I knew that I was going to pass out, so I said to myself "Ok, you can do this just run to the couch and everything will be ok". I opened the bathroom door and tried walking towards the couch in the living room, even though there was light on- I couldn't see  a thing. I was blind for couple of minutes. Somehow I managed to get closer to the couch but that's when I passed out and my body just dropped itself unconsciously like a dead cow. It was very heavy, I had no control over it and just thought it was my last day at Planet Earth. So I laid at the couch for few seconds and felt what was happening to my body. I tried to get conscious and all I was thinking about was God, I thought to myself "If I die now, I have to think about it. I must hear his name so I can go back to him". So what I did was, I reached for my iPhone and put a Maha-Manthra song (Song that pronounces God's holly names) and laid down on my stomach, tried singing together with the song as much as I was able to in order not to forget God. And at that exact moment I was blocked out again, I heard nothing and saw nothing like I was gone for a while. But then I opened my eyes and saw how mama made breakfast for the kids (my little sisters), at that moment I was happy inside and thanked God that I was still with my family. Of course I was still feeling sick and decided to give up on Halloween. I just told mama that I will stay home, then went back to sleep and always tried convincing myself that maybe I'll get better after 1:00 Pm.

So at 1:00PM comes my good friend Chris (My business partner in most of my projects) to pickup his camera. And I saw him dressed as a vampier&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQkOV34imOc/TrFNXXOjVpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FDKSFEp_RMY/s1600/Picture+188+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQkOV34imOc/TrFNXXOjVpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FDKSFEp_RMY/s200/Picture+188+copy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he looked like he was cued from his sickness too! Even though hours earlier he called and said he might not go as well to the Halloween stuff because he was feeling sick too. I was so glad to see him feeling better. But it was funny how Chris gave me so much strength and inspiration to stand up and go! And that's what I did after he was gone. 

It took me about 2 hours to dress up as Captain Jack and put on the makeup. But I did it! I actually went out and had such a great time with my family. People were out taking pictures of me and keep saying "Heyy Captain!" or "Johnny Depp would be so proud!!!" or they said "Now that's a costume!" Hahahaha. It was really great. At that moment I actually wished that Johnny would be there to see me Hahahaha. But who knows, he might get to read this blog :) And maybe we will get to meet some day and work together as two creative directors.&lt;br /&gt;
So at night time I went out with Jamie (my&amp;nbsp;neighbor), her husband, her kids, my sisters and Heather's son too! Went trick or treating in the hood and we stopped at one creepy and cool couse! There was this cool yard with smoke, graves, blood Hahahaha. It was awesome for Halloween! Then there was this "Scream" character sitting at the yard and just waiting. We all thought it was a dool, but I kind of sensed that it was a person, so I went closer to him to prove it was a person and tried to touch him. but he suddenly moved&amp;nbsp;unexpectedly&amp;nbsp;and walked towards me, I ran away with fear and it was so funnyyyyyyy!!!! The kids and a blast this day and so did I. Honestly, even thought before I went out I felt sick and almost gaven up, I have to admit that this day was one of the best days of my life. It was fun, it was exciting and very entertaining! Just wish I made a video for you guys but I didn't make it this time. Maybe next Halloween :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well, let me show you some pictures of my costume and you will decide if I did look like Jack or it was just a joke. 

Hope you enjoyed my story today :)
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Say hi to Johnny from me Hahahaha :))))


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Went with my fmily to Long Island City and I love the ocean! So I had to take some pictures, I am in love with the sea and felt so happy that I finally got the chance to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The things it creates are most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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You mess with its beauty, you regret.&lt;br /&gt;
All those girls have done it I bet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Milk it produces, but ugliness and&lt;br /&gt;
un-satisfaction it reduces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another life it creates, makes the world happier.&lt;br /&gt;
And the rest it appreciates.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its material nature will lose some day.&lt;br /&gt;
So on silly things it should not get wasted I say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fulfills its duty and God will show its real beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
It isn’t made for simple material sex with one and other,&lt;br /&gt;
then move on and forget about the ex.&lt;br /&gt;
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But higher purpose makes it worth more,&lt;br /&gt;
and the beauty of intelligence will never get sore.&lt;br /&gt;
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A small secret no one knows,&lt;br /&gt;
but the Holly Scriptures its’ Holly Writing shows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Read and understand, then your&lt;br /&gt;
Life of devotional service will never bend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had arranged a beautiful Harinam Sankirtan on June 5th of 2011 at 12:00 PM in Central Park with a lovely and devotional lady named Denisse Jonsson. &lt;br /&gt;
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Harinam Sankirtam is when a group of devotees walk down the street and chant Gods' holy names while playing instruments and dancing. It is a very powerful devotional practice to do in order to burn your Karma, please God and bring more people to the movement. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was honestly so worried before the event started, I was affraid that no one will show up, after all it was my first Harinam arrangement. And when you arrange a Harinam you need to know that you carry on you tones of responsibilities, you need to make sure how many people will arive, the amount of food you need to prepare, how well will the event go so people wont get bored out of run away out of fear. There is so much to it that you need to take care of, but it is all worthy! When I arrived to the location with my father and the food I've prepared for the devotees and those who will give us charity, I was just sitting and waiting to see if anyone will arrive. I was praying, hoping to get Krishna's (God) Mercy. But guess what? He arranged it all, we got over 25 devotees who participated in chanting with us, we made central park tourists go wild and happy from the free fees we gave out, we collected about $43.00 donation made towards our temple, and we had the best time ever! I honestly didn't expect it to go that well, I was too worried Hahahahah! How we say, surrender to Krishna and all fear will be gone. it was just great! I am so honored that I had the opportunity to do such program for the devotees. It was great! &lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some pictures that were taken by Amadeo Chris Chrion, my personal Director (of all films and photography) and a close friend from High School. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think this topic today is very important, mostly for those who are single, and for those who are looking for a good and serious relationship.&amp;nbsp; I am very honored to write this, it is a great way to serve the society &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; Please accept my service and enjoy this story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all ARE looking for a good &amp;nbsp;relationship, aren’t we? We all want to be loved, don’t we? We all want to serve and be served. We all want to feel important, worthy and respectful. But the most important thing is that we ALL are looking for LOVE. We are all made out of love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If all is created our of Love, and all in this universe is Love, than why is it so hard to be loved? Why is it so hard to be in a good relationship? Why can’t we find the perfect match? Why do we breakup or divorce? - These are the questions we will answer today. They seem to be very important topics of today’s time called “KaliYug”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, lets start with our ladies &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; as we all know, girls our days like to looks the opposite word of “Beautiful” called “Sexy”. They think it gains their respect and attracts guys with their “Sexy” looks. Girls wear mini skirts, mini dresses, open shirts that shows the entire beauty of their breasts, shoulders, neck, belly, arms and other attractive parts of the body. Girls walk on the street with mass of DARK makeup that presents their eyes, lips, nose, chin, cheeks and eyebrows. Girls these days walk on the street with their hair styli and scattered. Girls our days allow themselves to speak dirty, curse, flirt and as well allow the men have any sexual relationship with them. &amp;nbsp;In other words, our girls today are NOT what we call “Ladies”. From this point on it explains very well what I mean. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, can we change it? —Of course we can change it.&amp;nbsp; First let me please explain you the entire cause of all the things I’ve said before. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When a woman allows herself to walk with open clothes that show attractive parts of her body, in other words; look SEXY, is because the woman has lost her inner power and respect. She does not know how else to be in order to attract the opposite sex into her life. She lost the respect, the power of being humble. She has no other secret key that can open the man’s heart, but now she certainly has the right key to open the man’s lower zipper. Subconsciously, the woman does NOT want that, we all agree with this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When a woman has tones of makeup on herself is only because she thinks she isn’t beautiful enough. Remember, any kind of extra beauty you try to get on yourself such as; makeup, surgery, diet, way of talking, way of walking, clothes, fashion, tattoos, piercings or anything like that, only shows how much you hate yourself and how much you try to look “COOL” to the society. And this is the cause of low self-esteem. Dear girls, no matter who you are, how you look like, how old you are, or what kind of nationality you are from—you ARE beautiful and you ARE worthy! Don’t forget that.&amp;nbsp; We DO accept you just the way you are &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A woman that curses and talks dirty is only because this time she totally has lost her entire respect. She’s jealous of men and doesn’t want to be made fun of. &amp;nbsp;She tries to look cool in front of others, especially men. Because they know that men DON’T like “Girly girls” and “snobs” that cry when their nail breaks. They think men likes tough and awesome girls who behave like a man, a girl who isn’t afraid of anything and who doesn’t cry. &amp;nbsp;No man likes that; if they do then something must be wrong with them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let me explain what happens to a lady after behaving this way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We first need to understand that a woman isn’t just a female. It’s not just a body, name, beauty or whatever it is we call it. A woman is a FUTURE MOTHER and a personality. That means; a woman that behaves the opposite way of a loving and caring mother is just a thrown animal. Why did I say a future mother? Because it’s the natures fact.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a baby is born rather it’s a male or a female, they are already PARENTS. Their children are just waiting on line for their turn to reborn on planet earth. This needs to be understood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, when a woman is “Sexy”, cursing, flirting, allowing the man to touch her before marriage (even if it’s a first kiss you made 3 months after the DATE), or behaving in a certain way that is the opposite way of a FUTURE MOTHER, then you have to know that a man will throw you a way very quickly. It all shows the men that you are not a lady who has feelings and respects her-self, it just shows how desperate and irresponsible you are to yourself and to the society. Therefore a man asks you at the first date “Are you a virgin?” or tries holding your hand, or even tries turning you on like; “You have no idea how many girls I’ve banged before. And all screamed while giving an orgasm, I take my time and they love my magical fingers”… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a man sees that a woman is dressed openly, he already knows that she isn’t serious enough. He knows she’s just looking for sexual relationship; therefore he approaches her with a sexual attitude, the goal of; “I’ll do her and I’ll go, never answer her call again”. It is all done subconsciously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a man sees a woman that has tattoos and piercings, he immediately thinks that she isn’t a virgin and she likes it hard with pain. &amp;nbsp;We all know that tattoos and piercings are very painful, so if the girl passed through such pain, she can definitely go through a hard and painful sex as well. It turns the men’s lower instincts on. Especially if the girl has her tongue pierced, it immediately presents that she loves “Oral sex” even though she just has the piercing to look cool. Please remember that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regarding the hair, why it shouldn’t be all scattered? Because it awakes the lower sexual energy channels in men, therefore in movies and commercials they always show sexy women walk with scattered or very short hair, it’s very sexy and it’s the best way to sell or make money. A woman should have a very long and braided hair; it makes her stronger and doesn’t attract any sexual thoughts or feelings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You need to remember; when a woman meets a guy, he begins to check her out from head to toe. Therefore it is very important that a woman has a certain type of respective and pure attitude. If a man sees a sexy woman who curses and has tones of piercings and tattoos, then he will never ever take her seriously but if he did, then you need to remember that its very temporary, it’s Kali Yug so there’s nothing to be shocked from or nothing unexpected. But when a man sees a fine, pure, gentle and humble woman, he will never ever give up on her and will do anything to protect her. Women have a certain power, this power is knowledge and if they can use it the right way then all planet Earth will be safe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another important fact why a woman should be humble and hiding her beauty, is because when an outsider (unrelated. Not husband. Someone taken) man falls for her beauty, his spouse will get very jealous and the man wont be able to control himself, he will do anything to cheat on his wife with that beautiful lady. A woman should behave in a certain way that does NOT plays with other men’s feelings, in order to save their families and their wife’s. It is very important! Imagine how would you feel if your husband or boyfriend will fall for another lady because she’s prettier than you are? Hurts the feelings right? – Same with you being a good and careful woman to the society. Therefore we have what we call today “Divorce” in the world, because a woman or a man do not know how to behave and hold their senses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how to look good and still hide the beauty?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First we need to understand that we are souls, we are a personality. Once this is understood, then the self-appreciation and self respect raises within our hearts and makes us becomes gentle and pure. Well there are beautiful long skirts, lovely shirts that cover the breasts, lovely and simple style. Many girls even wear a Sari, it is very attractive and very beautiful, presents the woman’s humbleness and inner beauty. There are so many ways to look good, trust me I’ve been there myself. But first you need to gain inner power and personal qualities. We are personalities with a body. When a person is leaving the body, then no one is interested in that body anymore, no matter how well it looks. Remember that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now lets get to the men, then we will talk about the whole idea of Love and Relationships. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear men, if you think that working out, trying to look HOT, cursing, fighting, gambling, intoxicating yourself and playing tough will get you into a good relationship, then you are mistaking big time! Many guys today, as we know, thinking they are heroes, thinking they are the hottest men in the entire world. They actually think that their beauty will last forever and waste so much time and effort on working out. Please, what a waist of time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a man is working out and tries to get build is only because he has inner fear. He is afraid of losing, of getting hurt, of looking funny; therefore he tries to look all-tough externally. The bigger the guy is, the more fear is hidden in his heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a man is smoking and drinking, especially next to a girl he is interested in, then it only means that he wants to show her how tough and cool he is. It is another way of gaining self-respect. Once there was a time when a young guy tried to impress the girl he liked, so in order to show her how cool and tough he is, he went to an innocent couple and tried messing with the old man. Luckily the old man acted as if the guy was not there, he just didn’t pay attention to the silly kid and moved on with his wife. At this moment the guy felt very uncomfortable in front of his lady, it was an embarrassing situation, which he didn’t expect for to happen. At this moment on the lady began to laugh a bit, it only showed her how foolish he is. &amp;nbsp;Therefore dear guys, stop trying to hard. If you want to impress the girl then you need to learn how to become a gentleman, but not just a fool who tries to act tough. It doesn’t work today!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regarding the looks, when a man wears too tight shirts in order to show his abs or to look SEXY, then it is very insulting. First of all it shows that our men today are just cheap male sluts who can only charm a girl by showing their temporary abs, in other words; guys are a sex toy. How messed up is that? No one is really interested in that, really no one cares about your body. The only thing that a woman is interested in is the personality, the soul, the responsibility, the protection that the guy can offer; but not the looks. Looks comes and goes, just give it a time &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a man wears all those baggy clothes that look like they pooped in their pants and they carry it around while walking, is only because they are ashamed of themselves. It’s either because the guy is way too thin so he tries to look big externally and charm the girl, or the guy is too big so he hides the extra that he has in order not to be made fun of. Another way to gain self respect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please understand I am not trying to insult, this isn’t my intention. All I am doing here is showing you some facts of nature and how to make them better. Please don’t take it too personal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So all is understood regarding the males and the females. Now let me explain what relationship is actually. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love, what is it actually? In the modern society people think that love is SEX, even in movies we see that when a couple falls in love they have passionate sex and it makes us think that love is a sexual romance. Others think that love is when you torture one and other or get whatever you want from the person. No it isn’t any of this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love: Love is when we see GOD in front of our eyes, in front of our life. God is the center and we serve him unconditionally, we satisfy his senses. We do not satisfy our own selfish senses that give pleasure only to us but do not give any feedback to God or the society. Once this is understood, then we have no problem in getting into a nice relationship. When we marry or develop a relationship, then we must understand that we do not use each other for self-pleasure, we do not hang out to have fun, we do not have kids for the name, fame or whatever it is we think today. We are together in order to serve God through the person we love, we are here to serve and make others happy, we are here to give love but not wait for anything in return, we are here to accept the spouse the way he or she is and keep loving no matter who they are. Our mission is to help one and other develop spiritually and go back home to God after death, but not to have tones of sex, go shopping, have fun and then die like a sick animal, go to hell and come back here to planet earth as a rock, animal or a tree. The whole idea of relationships is responsibility, a huge step that that allows us to give up on our own senses and pleasure to serve God. It is a serious step. But in modern society we think that all we do and live for is FUN, NO! you are mistaking, we are not here to have fun, we are here o fulfill our duty and finally go back to Godhead after death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole reason why we are in planet earth is only because we are sinful people, we didn’t want to serve the Lord, so he sent us here where we do not see him and have “Fun” but suffer at once because deep in the heart we are seeking for him. It is the material world of illusion, nothing here is ours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope this material helped. Thank you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Two young talents who express their feelings through Art and Media, bought together an amazing idea that entertains the society and brings knowledge thorough a short Mime Film called "Sense Control". Here we show some behind the scenes pictures taken by Wanderly Villalobo, how the cast; EvoBaBee, Amadeo Chris Chrion, Anna Williams and Shalom Kolontarov act in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched this movie couple of weeks ago and to be honest, I really loved it! Kinda touched my heart and my mind in a way, made me think a lot and figure out more things about life. Let me give you a small description of this film and then I'll explain you exactly what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man has his own vision of a different future world and different kind of love. His name is Axel (Johnny Depp) and he grew up alone in New York City, far away from home, believing there isn't more faith for him. He just loved being alone and depressed in a way. He works at a nice job, fishing and going back to his place at a bar where he eats his lunch, breakfast and dinner sometimes, it's usually sandwich and some ginger ale. He loves his uncle but prefers not to be around him much, after his parents' lost; he just decided to grow up alone. So his friend Poul (Vincent Gallo) who wants to be a future actor, comes and gets him drunk at the bar in order to bring him back to his uncles place. It was two bears and two shots.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning when Axel wakes up in the car and realizes that Poul bought him back to his uncles place, he got really mad and began punching Poul a little bit. Poul did'st care about Axel punches, all he cared about was his face staying in a good shape so he could look good at his next audition.&lt;br /&gt;
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After Axel saw his uncle and gave him a fake "Hello" hug, he suddenly found out that his uncle is marrying a very young lady, about his age; 23. His uncle was probably in his 50's or 60's, could be even older. He's a nice rich man who loves cars and thinks big. Axel was a bit confused about his uncles choice of age difference, but he was happy for him of course.&amp;nbsp; As Axel tried to escape, he was begged to stay for at least a week by his uncle and the young bride. Finally Axel agreed to stay for only a week, if he likes it then he stays for longer but if he doesn't, then he goes back to New York City.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV2_Xd9K0B0/TK8XDGp6EKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TEY3um-VZfE/s1600/Arizona+Dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV2_Xd9K0B0/TK8XDGp6EKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TEY3um-VZfE/s320/Arizona+Dream.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next morning;&amp;nbsp; Paul tried teaching Axel how to be nice with the customers who will shop at his uncles Car Shop. After long day of practice to to say "Hello" in a sexy and nice way, finally Axel got a first costumer of the day who he felt attracted to. She was a nice woman, about 20 years older than Axel, but very gentle and beautiful! Axel tried to focus on his job but couldn't, he kept complimenting that lady. He loved the way she looked. Her name is Elaine. Poul saw that Axel wasn't able to handle Elaine, so he quickly took her to a private room for a business talk while Axel got so mad and sat at the sofa with Elaine's hating and depressed daughter who was about 20 yrs old, or more. Her name was Grace and she hated her mom, she blamed her mom for her fathers death. She even said that Elaine isn't her real mother and she hates being like her, she wants to die and be a turtle in the next life. While Axel was listening to her complains, he felt very uncomfortable and bored at once. Finally Elaine came out of the room with Poul and Axel ran to her like a little kid and asked her out for dinner, but she refused.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV2_Xd9K0B0/TLDd5SQTfLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/F2VjxN28K6M/s1600/35650_411092813952_91303518952_4350818_3277990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BV2_Xd9K0B0/TLDd5SQTfLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/F2VjxN28K6M/s320/35650_411092813952_91303518952_4350818_3277990_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally after some time, Poul got Axel to join him, Elaine and Grace for dinner at her house. While eating dinner, Poul and Elaine flirted with their hands under the table and Grace tried to flirt with Axel out of boredom and company. Axel didn't like it, he kept on focusing at Elaine but then Poul asked Axel to tell Elaine some story of his, while he was touching Elaine's legs under the table. Elaine tried listening to Axel's story but couldn't focus because she kept laughing from Poul's hands. So Axel couldn't take it no more and decided to spill a cup of soda on Poul and claimed it was an accident while Poul knew exactly why he did that. After Axel continued speaking, Poul continued touching Elaine's legs, this time she got annoyed and told him to stop. Finally Axel finished telling his story and Elaine was very impressed, but then Grace became jealous and so annoyed that she kept on yelling and blaming Elaine for her fathers death. So much yelling between Elaine and Grace while Axel focuses on the argument and Poul just enjoys his meal. Suddenly Elaine slaps Grace then Grace slaps her back even harder. Again they yell and then Grace said "I will kill myself, I wanna die!" so Elaine responded back "Ok go a head!" thinking that Grace was joking around. But Grace took some kind of a black and thick string and went to the second floor, then tied the string on the chandelier and jumped. Axel and Elaine were so scared that they closed their eyes, the second later they open their eyes to see if she's dead and BOOM, they see an unexpected moment of Grace's string keeps going up and down. Grace didn't die! So Elaine cried and Axel hugged her, then Grace began to cry so Axel ran to hug her, then again Elaine cried and he went back to her, then Grace got jealous and on and on it went! Poor Axel he was so confused.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, Axel and Elaine were finally a couple, having sex everyday! Plus Axel found out that Elaine always wanted to fly, so for months he tried to build her a small flying machine which Grace kept on breaking and destroying. Grace couldn't stand the fact that young guys fall for Elaine, she hated to see how her mother Elaine kept having new and young boyfriends who were either 30 yrs old or younger. In order to destroy Elaine's relationship with Axel, she kept on breaking the flying machine. The last time it happened, Axel got very mad and punched Grace on the face. Grace smiled and punched him back in between his legs. Axel was shockingly in pain, so he left her room.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now we see Poul at his audition, tries to be accepted in some show and prove his acting possibilities to the judges while Axel, Elaine and Grace are sitting and watching him just like the rest of those 100 people. Poul decided to make a small acting scene of some movie that showed how a man ran away from an air plain that tried attacking him. So Poul stood on stage, silent and straight like a statue, just counting the seconds in his mind and imagines exactly where the air plain is at the moment. For now all the crowd are laughing at him, even Axel and the girls were. No one understood what he was up to and why wasn't he acting. After few seconds he began to prepare himself for the action and stood with a protecting pose. Then he jumped on the floor, hiding his head with his arms as if he was in a war. He stood up again and jumped to the other side, having a memory of exactly when the air plain flew towards the actor and exactly when the actor jumped on the ground. For now everyone are laughing at him till finally the host decided to get him off the stage, and when she tried getting him off, Poul continued laying on the group and shouting "I'm not finished yet!". But he did got off stage and the judges gave him a rate of 1 out of 10. When he saw the rating results he shouted out loud "one? you gave me a one? are you kidding me? didn't you see a legend there? I deserve a ten!" and he went back to his seat. Axel and Elaine told him he did a good job, but continued laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning we see Axel building the last flying machine as Elaine prepares him a sandwich. Suddenly Poul and Axel's old uncle arrive with a fine car and try to take Axel home. Axel didn't listen to his uncle, so his uncle decided to speak to Elaine, since she's a more mature lady than Axel is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Uncle: "He's a little kid, what do you want from him? you could be his mother! he has a family who is waiting for him at home." &lt;br /&gt;
Elaine: "for your information, your nephew is a wild animal in bed, he's no kid to me and we're a couple. I love him. &lt;br /&gt;
Uncle: "Having sex all day doesn't mean you're in love Mrs Elaine. And I want him back home!&lt;br /&gt;
Elaine: Shame on you! Get out of my house! Get out of here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uncle didn't give up and tried taking Axel into the car by force, but then Elaine took out a gun and shot on the ground to scare them off. "Leave him alone!" she said with anger. Uncle got scared and quickly drove away with his car. However finally the flying machine is ready to be used! Elaine is all excited, she wears a helmet, glasses and is ready to fly! Axel and Elaine seat in the machine drive as fast as they can until the wings will make the machine fly. After few minutes they flew on the air as Elaine screams from joy and happiness! Axel looks at Elaine is so happy that he made her dream come true. But then BOOM! one wing broke, the bricks don't work, the wheels break and they fly right onto a tree and it all breaks.&lt;br /&gt;
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The minute later we see Elaine gets crazy in her bedroom, sitting on a chair and moves her body back and forth like she's at a mental hospital. Axel thinks to himself and tries to find out a way of how to stop letting those two girls suffer from their own stupidity. He waited for the night and finally got a great idea to make the girls happy. He took a gun and went into Grace's bedroom, he pointed the gun at her head and suddenly she says;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grace: I was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;
Axel: what?&lt;br /&gt;
Grace: I knew you would come&lt;br /&gt;
Axel: shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;
Grace: come on, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;
Axel: Shut up I said!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Grace: what? you're afraid? shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;
Axel: God damn! SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;
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And he couldn't do it. he was too afraid. So he and Grace played a came which she offered. They sit together, Grace put one bullet into the gun and twists the bullet keeper. She puts it in her mouth and wait for some minutes, if she gets shot; means that the bullet was meant for her. If she don't get shot, means that it isn't her time to die yet. So she puts the gun in her mouth and pushes the button, but no bullet came out. She remained alive. Now it's Axel's turn, he twists the bullet keeper too and inserts the gun in his mouth. He waits... Then he puts the gun onto his head and waits. And again in his mouth and presses the button. No bullet came out, so he pressed twice more with fear. But Grace stopped him and told him it was against the rules of the game. However at the end of the scene they began to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some time later, the uncles young wife came to Axel and told him that uncle doesn't feel good. When she said it, Elaine stared at her with no trust. Axel ran to his uncles house and tried opening his bedroom door, where he was at. The uncle refused to see anyone, so Axel said he will break the door but it was too late already because the uncle took many pills to commit suicide. Axel and the uncle are in the ambulance truck driving towards the hospital. Axel begs his uncle to not go and be with him, he needs him and he got no one left in his life. He even tried to show him how he practiced his lines for the Car Shop in order to make his uncle happy. But the time has come and his uncle died. Poor Axel, cried like a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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For long time Axel didn't return to Elaine and didn't even write her any letters. He was too busy with his life, but when he did arrive, he prepared her a small surprise; two tickets to fly to some place, i forgot sorry Hahahaha... So he comes to her home and she looks miserable, argues with him that he has someone else and he don't love her because shes too old for him. Then she yells at him to go, as soon as he was about to leave, she grabbed him and kissed him begging him to stay.. but again she yells at him to go and on it went for some minutes of huge arguments till finally he said "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND YOU GOT ME!!!- WHAT DO YOU WANT?? TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT GOD DAMN IT!" and then he started hitting her on the bed. All this fight got to the point where he finally showed her the tickets he got her but she said "no i want plain tickets not train tickets" so he told her he will change them.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he finally changed the tickets into plain tickets, she told him "no i want train tickets". At that point he understood that he was being used by her for her dumb wishes and goals.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally we got to Elaine's birthday! And everyone are celebrating, dancing and singing "Besame Mucho". Axel dances with Elaine, then goes on to Grace and shows her much love with his eyes but at the same time, tries to hide his feelings from Elaine towards Grace.&amp;nbsp; Now they are going out under the heavy rain with closed eyes to find the hanging donkey that's made out of wood and let Elaine break it with a baseball bat. After they finally found the donkey and after Elaine beat it with her stick, they quickly ran home to eat the cake. But for a while they've been sitting on the couch together and describing how they would wanna die. That's what they said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: I want to die from jumping off a cliff or getting hanged, and then I want to be a turtle in my next life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: I want to lean at my warm jacuzzi and watch the movie I hate the most, get so angry and throw the TV right at my jacuzzi and get executed. I wanna die at the age of 30's, why should i wait so long?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elaine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: I want to fly up high and crash into something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Axel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: When I die, I don't want anyone to know so they wont worry about me. And i just hope it wont be painful. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then Elaine, Grace and Axel went to their rooms and Poul was left alone to eat the cake. So he got himself a piece of cake and watched a mafia movie, practicing his lines and his acts. Axel quietly left Elaine and went to Grace's room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Axel: You know when I first met Elaine I felt something. I don't know what it was but it was strong. And now it's gone, now I feel that about you. What is it? Grace I love you. Let's run away together, now let's go!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grace refused to run with him. She said there are bunch of things that she needs to take care in the house, therefore she can't go. But he promised her to wait for her and he admitted that he loved her, then he kissed her and went back to Elain'e room.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, Axel looks out the window and sees Grace wearing a white dress and walking towards the big tree where the lightning keeps lighting and being all dangerous. Axel and Elaine quickly ran out of the house towards Grace and begged her to stop and not do this. Grace looked back, she smiled and pointed the gun into her mouth and shot herself. That's the end of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are the points that touched me from this film.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Never judge others because you never know what you will get. Just like Axel judged his uncle for marrying a young woman, but at the end he went out with an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;
2. You need to know how to feel people just like Axel did. The reason he fell in love with Grace at the end is only because he felt so bad for her and wanted her to be happy, so he had to switch his feelings and let her try to feel loved because she never loved herself or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
3. If you have a goal, then go for it! Don't care about what others say, get self confidence and go for it. Just like Poul did at his audition. He was no big actor and had nothing, but always behaved as if he was Al Pacino or a huge Hollywood actor who has tones of agents. This is why he never cared about what others said about him beaus he knew his own value to himself. He knew he was worth a millions.&lt;br /&gt;
4. We don't appreciate what we have until we lose it, just like Axel lost his uncle. When his uncle needed his help at the Car Shop, he preferred to run away. But now that his uncle don't need him, he suddenly wanted to help. &lt;br /&gt;
5. Try to get away from your senses because they blind you and drive you crazy, just like Axel blinded when he thought he fell for Elaine and became her little slave. Plus he hurt his family.&lt;br /&gt;
6. A man will do anything for his woman if she treats him right. When Elaine wanted to fly she treated Axel like a man! She cooked for him, made love with him, told him he's strong and he's amazing and did everything he thought he wanted. She served him well as a woman and he did everything for her. You need to know to be a woman if you want your man to love you and get the whole world for you.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Be careful with what you are saying because the world hears you very well and can make your wishes come true, even though you didn't mean them. Just like when Elaine, Poul, Grace and Axel described their future death. &lt;br /&gt;
8. Know there is nothing more worthy and better than being born in the planet Earth as a human. If you want to be an animal in your next life, then it means that you have no idea what kind of a valuable gift you got to be a human. You will just suffer. Appreciate what God gave you and use it right. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you liked my long story.&lt;br /&gt;
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But later on we grow up till a certain age like 13-18, and that's when we lose it all and think we know everything. That's the age of real suffer and dependence. Suddenly at this age we don't want toys and candies like we wanted couple of years before, now we want expensive clothes, makeup, porn movies, girlfriends, boyfriends, sex buddies, condoms and etc. The stuff we wanted before seem nonsense and useless for us now, but at the time; it meant everything to us. We wake up each day, thinking we are the bosses of the world, thinking we know everything there is to know. We look at our parents as if they're bunch of losers and low-life's. We don't even hug them no more, but even if we do; we give a fake smile on the outside, but the inside always wishes them to disappear from our lives as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also suddenly hide things from our parents, if we have a problem or a tiny little secret we would like to share around from excitement or in need of help and support, we prefer to hide it from the family and tell our strange friends who, today our best friends and tomorrow our worst enemies from hell. This is a life of a teenager. A life of deep false ego and misunderstanding of life and other things at all. A life of a loser who think he's a macho. A life of a tiny little bug that thinks he's a huge dinosaur. A life of an idiot who thinks he's a wise ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that age we become emo, maybe not by the style, but by the way we live. We always look serious and depressed. We ignore our parents as much as possible and lick our friends' rear ends. Poor mom and dad, after all those years of raising a child they feel like they have raised a criminal who will stab them at night as they're sleeping, for a peace of bread or some cash for ciggs and chicks. When mom or dad look at their child, their eyes show so much innocents and pain. But on the child's eyes we see tones of hate and uncaring heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Teenagers think they're independent, but in reality they're super depended by their senses. They just can't live without them! They must look good, smell good, have fun, get drunk, eat tasty and unhealthy food, listen to disturbing music, fight with their own blood; parents, wear expensive and fancy clothes, and spend money for no reason. Does this show they are independent? the answer is NO. So many teens suffer so much inside, but outside they show that they're the happiest people on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go to each teenager and ask him to remember his inner qualities of when he was a child. Ask him to remember what he felt at the age of five when mom and dad were arguing? You will see that he react to it, either with tears, aggression, or other emotions. But it will touch his heart because he will know that, then was a time when he was being himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is what I have been through since the age of 13 till 18. It was so hard for me, I did not know who I was and I wanted to be alone all the time! But now that I grew a little more, I understand who I am and what my family means to me. I even became more childish in a way, my sister always tells me "you're so childish!" but I love it this way! The kind and open heart that I had when I was a little girl, came back to me. And I'm so happy this way because I'm able to feel what's right and whats wrong. What to do and what not to do. Being a teenager of course is much harder than being a child or an adult. It is one of the most difficult periods in a persons life. But everyone pass through it in his own way. Do what ever you want, just don't lie to yourself, and respect you mother and father because they are the one who gave you life. No matter what to you, you can never return them the life they gave you. At least some respect wouldn't hurt anyone! Think twice about what I said here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday I went to her lovely apartment and spent some time with her; talking, chilling, sometimes gossiping, eating, cleaning, watching TV or just going shopping together. I used to love washing the dishes for her and cooking with her. I felt as if she was my aunt or my second mother who I loved to help and to spend some time with. We did everything together when I was at her house, there were times when she told me about her labor experience which sounded so interesting. She told me how happy she was when she held her son after her C-Section. It was the most wonderful experience she has ever had in her life time and she was very thankful to God for it. I asked her to show me the scar she had on her lower stomach from the C-Section, at first she lifted her shirt up and was about to show it to me. But then she got very shy and said "No, it isn't right of me. I'm a married woman and I cannot show my body to you" it sounded so lovely and so pure. I mean, I wish I had the chance to see it, but at once; I respected her words very much! I loved her dedication towards her husband and God, it made me be very inspired.&lt;br /&gt;
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After months of helping her out with her house jobs, I thought it would be nice to get something back for me. I got annoyed to do everything for her and never get anything back, not even a tip. So one day I entered her house and washed her dishes, then we cooked, then we baked, then we went shopping and later on we put her son to sleep. After all the house jobs were finally finished, I on the couch at her living room and gave her a small hint for a tip. And that's how it sounded like; "You know, every time I help people; they always leave me a nice tip. Isn't it nice?". And as I said it, I looked away; I was too shy to look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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At that point she just got so offended and upset, her face became so red like a tomato. She went to her bedroom, grabbed her purse, and threw a coin at me with sadness; "Thank you, GoodBye". Then she went back to the to the kitchen and tried to find something to do. I suddenly felt so uncomfortable! I felt like a liar and a thief. If you think about it, it looks like we both kind of right in this situation, let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my case, I deserved a tip for helping so much. In her case, she didn't have to give me a tip because she didn't work and she didn't have to. But in reality, I was the one who was wrong here because I was the one who decided to help her out. She never asked me for anything, I was the one who wanted to make her happy, so why think about myself while trying to serve others? That was very selfish of me. If she was asking for my help and did not give a tip, then that would have been a different story. But I was the victim here and as soon as I understood it, I cried while holding that coin on my hand. So I went up to her and apologized, thank God she was too kind to forgive me and then things went smooth as nothing has happened. &lt;br /&gt;
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The reason I am telling you this story of mine is because I want you to know that if you are willing to help someone, then it is your responsibility. Do it from the heart and don't think of how to get anything in return. If you chose to help, ten do it with a full heart! Even if others ask for help, if you agreed to do so,then don't wait to get anything back. It will just ruin you. Trust God and serve with love :)&lt;br /&gt;
You will see that you will get it 10 times bigger in the nearest future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hare Krishna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5783325634599889459-7804257753154249532?l=evobabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a great time together! Till the time had come to go home and rest. So couple of&lt;br /&gt;
Minutes before we went home, we spent some time on snapping few more pictures of the lovely sunset. But few scones later we turned around to the other side of the street, and we saw a beautiful and colorful rainbow. He was so long and so high, I felt so happy at that moment because i haven't seen even one rainbow in NY the last 9 years of mine living in this city. For me it was another dream come true! A wonderful new experience that I've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;
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A sign of the Maya calendar change that will finally put everyone in their place through disaster and sufferings. The time has come for a real war between the human mind and the mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day at the age of four in 1994, I was sitting in my bedroom and looked around, thinking to myself; "What is this? how can I see? is it me really me looking around? or there is someone inside of me who is watching my actions and reading my thoughts?" it was an odd experience which was never forgotten ever since that day. After those thoughts came to my head, I looked on my hands and wondered to myself "who's hands are these?" and again I looked around till finally I, myself, the soul. Came out of my body and looked at it from the side. I saw how my body was sitting and day dreaming to itself, I felt more space and lightness in me. I felt huge and powerful but I had to go back into the body. And when I did, I suddenly got really scared and decided to pretend as none of this happened to me. I thought it was all a dream, or maybe I had a fever. &lt;br /&gt;
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After a little while, I began to think so many thoughts. I couldn't calm down, I just got really freaked. But I have realized that I was not the body, I was the soul. This deep message had to be understood to me, I felt that I understood but, again my mind began to bother me and that's when I thought "but what will happen after I die? where will I go? I like my body! I love life, I don't wanna die, I wanna live for ever and ever in this body". I began to tear for a while, thank God no one entered my room and saw me cry, it would just bother me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I needed some space to myself in order to understand what was happening to me. I was so confused and lost! So in order to calm myself down for a while, I decided to play with my toys. And I did. As I was playing with them, I tried to bother my mind from thinking too much by talking to my dolls about my imaginary world. A world full of happiness and brightness. A world where everything and anything is possible, a world of love and dreams that come true. Any dream there is to ever dream of! It was a wonderland, a small world that I call it "Lala Land", just to think about it was a good feeling. A feeling of calmness and love. Birds are flying everywhere, flowers talk to you, trees welcome you to clime on them, rabbits play with you, dogs laugh with you and you feel like you are finally belong somewhere to someone. This is the world that inspired me the most since childhood till this day on, and thanks to this world, I have become who I am now and achieved some goals on life which I always wanted to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;
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But them BOOM! the heart kept on palming so fast and so hard! I couldn't breath and felt a tiny heart attack. My face became pale and my blood just filled my head with a warm and attacking pressure. A pressure of incomplete answers to my previous questions. My eyeballs looked upwards and and I tried to find the light of the protector and the lover. A light of God which was missing in my eyes while experiencing that attack. After a while my body calmed down because I began to give deep and long breaths. So I looked down at my dolls and felt a sticky and heavy liquid running down my lips from my nose. I thought it was nothing so I wiped my nose off with my hand, but then when I looked at my hand, I saw red blood. A blood of fear and dependence. A blood of failure and untruthful reality. I knew that there was more than I imagined in this world of false belief and darkness. I looked at the ceiling and pretended to see God, I tried to imagine his looks, and I saw; Sky full of white and puffy clouds give a shape of an old man with a long beard and a mustache with eyes filled with love and anger at once. He looked right at me and I looked back at him, asking him in my heart; "Dear God, what have I ever done that I deserved such life? Why am I here? Who am I? What's waiting for me next?-- God, are you mad at me? Have I done something wrong that I deserve to pass through all this?" After asking all those questions, I began to have a flash back of some old and weird memory of mine, which seemed to be very familiar to me. I saw an old street, a wealthy man walking; meaning, I was that man. It was me walking with a fine woman next to me. Everything went by with laughter and jokes, nice stories and unreal promises that were never kept. The next thing you know, I see that woman crying on her bed, afraid to get another slap from that man. From me. And I heard screams of fear and pain. At that point I got back to myself and asked "What was that about? why this thought or memory just appeared in my head?"But yet, I didn't understand anything that happened to me that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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On and on my life went by, and I never knew who I was. And never even understood why I had to pass through all that I passed, why when I looked at the mirror I saw a loser, I saw a little female who was desperate for some attention and love. But when I got closer to the mirror, I saw a winner, I looked into my eyes through the mirror and I saw a macho. Someone who wins, someone with power! But at the same time, I saw a hairy man. Never understood who I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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After years of search and confusion, I finally got to the point where I accepted myself the way I am in a female's nature. And understood that in previous life I was a nasty man, and came to this world to change it all and make it all better. Not only for me, but for the world too. Now that I look back in time, I realize that all this years I have spent my life on searching and trying to find out who I am and thanks to Lord Krishna (God) now I know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a soul, I am a child of God who loves to give and serve others. I understand that my body is just a tool for me to complete the mission of mine which needs to be completed in this life in order to continue to the next. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dear boys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes we may think that we are this! When in reality we are THAT! If you are a salmon then accept yourself as a salmon, don't try to be a shark. You are not the body, you are the soul, therefore please serve the soul and then the body. At the time I used to make dumb videos and wrote stupid screen plays that just satisfied my senses, my body. Was just waste of time! I just got more and more depressed because my soul didn't get the love and the satisfaction that was needed. And now, thanks to Lord Krishna (God) I have began to serve others and the soul through my career. I am more happy. I love it this way and hope to make it better for God and the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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And if you get so messed up in this life and you think you don't deserve it, then please try to understand that you are mistaking. Everything is on your records, it says it all! You deserve what you get, even though it may not seem fair or may seem that you don't really deserve such thing. Just know that God loves you and think twice before judging him or your life. God Bless you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Life just gave me all those odd situations that led me to the point of thinking that I'm not worthy. For some nice years I have spent my time on trying so hard to prove to the world; especially to my relatives, that I do worth it all! I tried to prove that I can do the stuff everyone thinks I cannot. I tried to prove that I am somebody! It all lead me to depressions and problems for some time in my life, this is one of the reason why I kept on having heart problems. &lt;br /&gt;
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From 1990 till 2010 I just cried my heart out at night before I went to sleep. For nice 19 and a half years of my life, I spent my nights crying and praying for help and support. I'm turning twenty on November, and finally before my birthday I got the biggest gift from my father. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was 8:00 Am in the morning, I saw my father sitting next to his Mac and finishing some nice work of his, I entered his room to say "Hello" and gave him a nice morning hug. Suddenly my father realized my pain, even though I did not mention anything or made it obvious with my body language. All I did was give that fake smile of mine and pretended I was happy, just like I usually did in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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But my father isn't dumb, he felt my heart and knew exactly what was happening to me. So some how we sat and spoke for an hour about my situations at work, he noticed&amp;nbsp; I wasn't happy there anymore. So my father and I had to go back in time to understand where it came from, we got to the point that we had to go way back in time till my childhood moments. And that's when he asked me "Why don't you think you deserve anything?"- the reason he asked me this question was because I told him that I never felt comfortable when people did good for me or bought me stuff. So I answered "Because since childhood I always had to give something in order to get something back. And now that you suddenly always take me out or people buy me things, it just don't feel right"&lt;br /&gt;
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My father knew exactly what I meant, because in my childhood, I never got anything unless I did something or gave something. All this years people liked me or loved me only because of my name, or I was popular in school, or I had a certain talent which they needed to use from me, or other shit! In other words, I have been used all this years. So I kind of got used to it all, but deep down I was so mad! No one ever liked me for me, they never actually loved me. It was always because of the character I built or because they needed something from me.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, at the end we got to the point where my father asked me something that made me cry like a little baby who needed to get a warm and loving hug from her mother. And as she gets that hug, she lays her head on the mothers breast and hears the heart beat sound. I needed that very much all this years.&lt;br /&gt;
My father asked me "Are you happy you here? I'm happy you exist in this world... Just to know you're here makes me happy. I love you the way you are... Do you feel the same about yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;
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And that's when I began to cover my face and cry like a little baby girl. My father gave me a hug and caressed my head. At that point I felt so much happiness, I had tears of joy because that moment was the moment I was waiting for all this years. I never knew that there was someone out there who actually loved me for just being existed in this world. And that's when I accepted myself the way I am, i was happy to be here and happy about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys, if you havbe the same issue as I did.. you need to understand that you cannot change others unless you change yourself first. You cannot play with others' free will.. It's impossible and not allowed. Accept yourself the way you are and the world will accept you back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you all know now, "Behind the scenes of Help the WORLD!" is Evo's first upcoming movie, but as you know that independent films are very difficult to produce, especially to those who just began their film career; like Evo. We also know very well that Evo's projects are mostly related to the mission of "Helping the world become a better place" and of course we all know that this upcoming film is related to this topic as well. Evo tries to bring back the peace and the love through this film, she tries to bring us back to our father; God. She tries hard to help us, why won't we start helping as well, not to her, but to ourselves? This movie was done for us! So please, we really need you to donate some money for this project to get released on theaters and on DVD everywhere around the world. The more people will watch it, the more we will save some percents of the world. At least $5.00 donation towards Evo's project, will mean so much to us! You can donate less as well, any amount will be accepted, but! If you donate $10.00 and over, you get a FREE DVD! This is a small return we want you to receive for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you truly love and appreciate Evo's work, Please support by donating few dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Behind the scenes of Help the WORDL! Only $5.00 to help us make our pledge of $3,500.00 before the time runs out! We have time till the end of August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If we don't get that budget till then, we won't be able to spread this Godly message to the world :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We were suppose to have a last day of shooting but the weather was too cold, we did not want the little actors to get sick, so I just decided to cancel the shooting day and go out with Yael and my little sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went out, ate a nice lunch together, laughed and had tones of new ideas for our projects. Suddenly I get a call from a guy who is interested in modeling for my upcoming photo shoots. I was very excited but acted all professional on the phone. The guy said he will send me an email with his head shot photo and&amp;nbsp; small resume :) It was just an awesome talk :)&lt;br /&gt;
Yael was shocked that he called, I was too. I didn't expect things to go so fast in a very sudden moment. Because before I left the house, I posted a &lt;a href="http://www.starnow.com/Casting-Calls/Models-wanted/Events/models_wanted_now.htm"&gt;casting call&lt;/a&gt; on the site &lt;a href="http://starnow.com/"&gt;starnow.com&lt;/a&gt; for models wanted. An hour didn't even pass and that guy called! it was just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then me and Yael went to the post office in order to give a "Help the world" T-shirt for the woman that works there, she checked out my site &lt;a href="http://evobabee.com/"&gt;evobabee.com&lt;/a&gt; and was very inspired by my work. She told me she began to cry from the sensitive emotions she suddenly got when she read my posts. Then she asked me for a shirt, she wants to help me and just give as much love and donations as she can. But by the time Yael and I got the post office, she was not there :( So I just have to wait for another day to see her Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I told Yael about the makeup artists I'm looking for, for the shootings. So Yael got all excited and took me to her house to show me her makeup. I went to her house and had a great time there! Yael tried to put some makeup on me but it did not go well because I kept on making her laugh, she couldn't control her laugh and accidentally messed it all up hahahaha. It was great! Then I decided to put some makeup on her and make her look pretty, when I put the foundation on her face I suddenly saw her beautiful she was. Her face was just so lovely,her skin was smooth and light. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;
Yael was affraid I would make her look ugly, but by the time I was done, she went checking herself out in front of the mirror and was shocked from her beauty. She really liked it and I am so glad!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I went home and put my little sisters to sleep so I could continue my work. I did not want to rest because I knew I would just waste my time. So after the kids fell a sleep I went editing my film! It was amazing! I just can't wait to show you guys how the film came out! Then I checked my email and saw that I got more emails from models who were interested in modeling for me, I was shocked again! It was just a great feeling to see how things go so well sometimes! I am so thankful to God.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you guys, non of what I just told you was in my life before. All the desired and the goals I wanted to achieve were thrown in the trash because I didn't believe in myself. It was hard for me to express myself through my art. After such hard moments in life, I finally got the chance to do all that I desire in life. It's a great honor to serve God and help the world but at the same time to make your dreams come true. Trust me, no matter who you are; you will always win if you only believe in yourself and believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: HERE IS THE NEWS ABOUT THE MODELING EVENT! IF YOU WANT TO JOIN, IT'S NOT TOO LATE. JUST CALL OR EMAIL YOUR RESUME.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;DEAR FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;
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EVOBABEE IS LOOKING FOR MODELS FROM AGES &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16-25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;
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WE WILL BE TAKING  PHOTOGRAPHY PHOTOSHOOTS FOR EVO'S UPCOMING BOOK AND OTHER PROJECTS! MODELS WILL&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BE PAYED BUT WILL GET A CD FULL OF THEIR PHOTOS FOR FREE AND FULL CREDITS ALL OVER EVO'S WORK WHICH WILL BE PROMOTED BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;
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IF YOU WANT TO ATTEND FOR THIS  EVENT, PLEASE BRING WITH YOU;&lt;br /&gt;
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*RESUME WITH YOUR CONTACT INFO, FULL NAME,  AGE AND SIGNATURE THAT YOU AGREE TO BE PROMOTED ALL OVER THE INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;
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* HEAD SHOT PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;
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*&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; IF YOU'RE UNDER 18, YOU MUST COME WITH YOUR PARENTS! OR WE WILL GIVE YOU A CONTRACT SO THEY WILL SIGN AND PUT THEIR PHONE NUMBER IN. WE WILL CALL LATER AND MAKE SURE THEY SIGNED THE CONTRACT AND AGREED TO PROMOTE YOU ALL OVER THE INTERNET/MAGAZINES &amp;amp; ECT. OUR PRODUCTION COMPANY IS ALL ABOUT SAFETY AND TRUST! RULES MUST BE FALLOWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As you’re building it, you’re sure everything goes just fine, just the way you wished it to be. Your surroundings smile at you and maybe also wish you a fake good luck so you won’t get hurt. Some of your surroundings know you’re doing the wrong thing, but don’t worn you because they can’t wait for you to get hurt. But you’re very pure and kind to think they’re against you, so you just go on and trust the whole world. Here is the wonderful day, you’re house is done! Everything looks so bright and lovely, but boom! Oh no! - You haven’t realized that you’re missing a very important piece. But the really bad news is that you can’t even fit that piece in there no more. You have to destroy everything you’ve already built, and start all over again so you won’t get hurt at the end. &lt;p&gt;This is exactly what happened to me. But not with a house, with my spine.  Since I was a kid, I always tried to find my way in life. I loved anything that was related to the show business. I loved being on stage, acting, dancing, singing, modeling, making others laugh and so much more. I loved what I did, I knew I had it. My talent was something that others did not see every day. I had a gift from god, and I used it right until one day I lost it. Let me tell you how.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here I am in 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; grade, preparing myself to do my first act ever. So I act as a Russian teacher who is always angry and mean. “I walk around my class as my high school students are taking a quiz. Suddenly, one of my students is looking at Porno Magazine pictures of hot naked women. (We used regular Disney pictures instead) My eyes are wide open as my face turns red”. So far, my teacher and the entire class are laughing. “Fishenzon!” I say, and the entire class smiles because they know what I’m going to do next. “Who gave you those nasty pictures?!” I ask. My student looks at me with fear and says “Alex”. I turn around to Alex as I grab the pictures from Fishenzon. “Alex, I knew it was you Alexander. Get up and stand next to the board!” I shout out loud. “Who me?” says Alex. “No, not you- Your grandpa” I say. Then Alex replies “My grandpa can’t come. He’s dead”. The entire class is laughing, including my teacher. So far so good, right?&lt;br /&gt;“Go to the board!” I say. So Alex is walking towards the board. I stand next to him and say “Now 50 times repeat ‘Naked women are slutty’”. Alex smiles and says it with so much pride “Naked women are slutty. Naked women are slutty…” and so on it goes. As he repeats those words, I look at the dirty pictures and enjoy them so much. Suddenly a new student enters our class room (in the play, not real). So I hide the pictures behind my back and tell Alex to stop. He doesn’t stop and continues repeating the words, so I get angry and say “I said stop mother F***er!”. The reason I said this, is because this is what my character said in the movie. So since I was acting him and since I wanted everything to be perfect and funny, I said this nasty word as well. But I said it exactly how he said it in Russian language. My teacher was Russian as well, so as the play went on, she smiled. But once the play finished- She took me to the side, like I was the only one in the play! Then she said “Who taught you this word?” and I said “No one”. Then she asked “Are your parents aggressive? Do they say bad words? And why they let you watch a movie like that?” At that point I was so scared and upset. “No they don’t curse. And they were watching the movie so I sat with them. They usually tell me to close my eyes or my ears when bad things are shown. And I said this word because I wanted to make you laugh a little.” But guess what? She smiled and asked for my note book where I write my homework in. I gave it to her, and she wrote with a red pen “Dear parent, Evo says bad words in class and therefore I would like you to come to my class so we can discuss about it and fix this issue. Thank you, Anna!” Then she smiled even more and said “Don’t worry, I won’t put you in trouble. I just want to know why your parents allow you to watch movie with bad words”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I walked home, my heart went crazy with scary heart beats, almost like a heart attack. I cried so much on my way home; I didn’t understand what I did wrong. All I did was act and try to make others laugh, because I knew that this movie was very popular. And the scene I acted in was one of the best scenes that everyone liked! What did I do wrong?! My mind went crazy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But one thing she was right even though no one understood the word because it was in a different language. I should have used a different word instead of a curse. She was right, but I didn't understand why I had to get into trouble because of that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the years passed by, all I did was ruin the gift that God gave me. Every time I had to act, I went by someone else’s rules. When I danced, it was never good enough for others; I always had to change it for them to be happy. When I drew something sexual or something very unique in class, I got trouble for that. So I had to change my entire art fantasies just for others to feel comfortable.  When I made others laugh, it was funny at the beginning, but then someone older had to take me to the side and say “Can you behave? Try to act like a human being, not like an animal. You’re embarrassing me and yourself”. All my thoughts, my fantasies and my dreams went to the trash.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So till the age of 18, I did everything that was good for others but not for me. And by those 18 years, my spine kept on moving to the right side. Slowly, slowly my back kind of curved as the time passed by. You know why? It’s because all those years I was never happy with who I am. I was hiding the real me deep down in my heart. I was doing so much for other’s comfort, and I was searching for a way to let me out, let my talent out to the world. Unfortunately, I never got the answer for my issues; I just hid somewhere where only God sees me. Where only my invisible friends see me, and accept me the way I am. So to be good for others, I tried to be like other great entertainers that succeeded. And to be honest, I hated it so much! I loved to see how other actors got succeeded because they were themselves. But I hated to see how others succeeded and I didn’t. It killed me inside. So from all those strange behaviors, I almost sat on a wheelchair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a day of explosion! I sit at work in my office, and I am suffering from pain. I barely move, because each move makes me scream or tear.  My friend tried massaging me, but she felt how my middle spine bone came out a little. I got so scared. When I went home, my father realized it too. He saw a round bone popping out of my shirt. He tried massaging me but it didn’t help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next morning, I woke up and had hard times walking. Every move I made, felt like I had needles in my spine that will break my back. I couldn’t go to the bathroom, I couldn’t sleep at night. I was in so much pain. To heal my back, I didn’t go to work, I didn’t touch my computer for 20 days, and I didn’t do anything that related to hard work, anger, depressions and more. I did special exercises at home in order to straight up my spine. I didn’t go to doctors because I have so much fear from them, plus I deal with my spine here and if anything goes wrong, I can’t move for the rest of my life. So all I did was trust God, my family and know it’s all good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My father helped me a lot with special stretching and massages to cure my back. After two weeks of pain, my back was healed but my mind was still full of trash. So you know, just to cure the back doesn’t help. It doesn’t mean that the same problem won’t come to you again after a while. So I had to fix my mind as well, but how?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First of all I had to appreciate everything I have, I had to thank my body for working so hard for me and helping me complete my mission. I had to accept myself for who I am and actually let the little Evo out. It took some time, but I finally did it! Later on, I had to meditate a lot and pray to God. My father also taught me important lessons about life and karma. Because I hid myself all this years, and because I put so much pressure on my body, I got spine problems as Karma to understand what I did wrong and to fix it. Thank God, I understood my problems and fixed it at the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you have any problem with your body, is because it comes from living the wrong life. Also from your dirty mind that always thinks negative thoughts. If you want to fix any type of body issue, you first need to appreciate your body and know that it tries so hard to make you happy. It serves you all the way without bothering you, so you need to respect that and remember that there are many people out there who wish to do what you do but can’t, because they either deaf, blind, sick, or anything else. But guess what? They don’t complain as much as we do. Have you realized that most ill kids never complain even though they’re about to die? They always smile and appreciate what they have, unlike us! We are healthy, we can do so much in life, but we still complain and not satisfied. So keep that in mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also you need to accept yourself for who you are. 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