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From The Poet's Heart: Yes, I am proud to be a daughter

From The Poet's Heart: Yes, I am proud to be a daughter : This post is a special dedication to every girl/lady/woman who is a daughter, and not just a daughter but a special daughter of God. Sin...

Wish: Animated treasure.

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No, this isn't a clever thought-on title for a grand philosophy running in my head rather just a twinkle of a wish amongst the plenty I come up with occasionally. I know it's a tad cheesy but I like cheesy...so that's that. Since there lays no order to the wish process, I'll be random with these. Today I'll be introducing you to my first random wish.. or my first random open wish.Nevertheless... drums roll please ..anyone.... no? Fine,I'll do it myself  *da dum ba tiss dum badadadadadadadum*                                                 :   Animated treasure : If you want to take your guess on what this might stand for, go ahead. Do it and then proceed reading. After you read it, you'll realize the content isn't as intricate as I am making it to be. *sasti fancygiri*.Any ways, without further dramatics, the title "Animated treasure" pretty much stands for it self. It has two meanings, one literal and the other derivative.     > L

Grateful, just cause.

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     My life is made up of little missions. They might not come across as being big when I discuss them, so I resort not to discuss them but for the sake of clearing my head of, I will write this down. Yes, writing things out help me clear things. I don't always get the answers but I get the next big thing, a momentarily satisfaction.      Out of my many little missions, one is : 'Not taking things for granted'. I am no where near achieving this goal, in fact as I write and ponder in my past, hell just yesterday, I feel like stopping,erasing this post and going back to sleep. But oh well, I have started and I am too curious to stop.       I am very lucky, you know, in many ways. I just need to wear some one else's perspective. Some one obviously less blessed than me. I can also do the opposite and see through eyes perhaps more fortunate to me. Now immediate sense says, I'd be more humble if I view myself through less providential viewpoint. But giving myself a bit

A desire to be a smile maker.

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         Apart from the very first two stories I posted on my blog, stuff here has been pretty thought provoking and serious. If you plan to read the lighter side go here :  The 50 mosquitoes  and  My little pranksters journal  (These might be a little hard to read since back then I was a very rough writer, I think I still am but ... oh well)       It's not like I don't want to write joyous and giddy stuff, on the contrary,I love humour and it hurts me that I struggle so badly writing it out. I play the joker everyday, so to live it, Seriously I get fits of randomness..... I got proof man, see picture to the right. Erm.....  Okaaay  ...perhaps... uh... yeah possibly.... I am no  Chaplin, Jim or Ellen. I don't claim to be them either... Oh look, a random alien hovering. Perhaps A little Chaplin, A greener and mushier version of Chaplin ? Meh, Least I go green.                   Still a mere look won't turn me into that great person, so what wo

History and it's vitality,broader vitality.

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              It's a surprise really, when I hear people disliking history. They come across it to be boring and of no use at certain times. I realize we all have our own 'thaaang'. I know you like certain things and I don't but as a history lover *come on judge* I get defensive as it is.               I've learned to understand that since people don't particularly co-relate with your mindset you can't really hate them or even judge. As John Lennon once said   ' Don't hate what you don't understand'   to which I say   'Give them a shimmer of what you love, cause what you love deeply, you won't fail to make sense out of'   and then it's really truly up to the other party if they want to respect the idea or leave it be or continue being sceptical about it.                                 See where I am taking this?  Back in time! *Yes play on words!* The stories are engraved, you can't change them, you ha

Earn your right to whine.

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    So I was walking down the kitchen in a frenzy thinking out loud what things I have and have not done and what is left to be accomplished.When I stopped for a second and thought to my self, half the stuff I do , I do it out of my own consent. So why actually do I end up whining about how I've got so much on my plate? I realize that no one's holding me down on a gun point to clean the house, cook or even study for the sake of it  *shocker*      So why do we cry over things? When we in our own sane minds wouldn't want it any different. Let me break it down for you , imagine  your fellow friend moaning about their courses and piled up assignments while simultaneously cursing... just cursing ... and stop for a moment to think that that friend is actually you. We all have our grouchy moments but the increase of such moaning around me is really making me nauseating, and hence I surrendered to writing it out. Sob Sob Sobitty Sob! >.<     For a normal eye it all