I ujrzałem niebo nowe i ziemię nową,
bo pierwsze niebo i pierwsza ziemia przeminęły,
i morza już nie ma.
I Miasto Święte - Jeruzalem Nowe
ujrzałem zstępujące z nieba od Boga,
przystrojone jak oblubienica zdobna w klejnoty dla swego męża.
I usłyszałem donośny głos mówiący od tronu:
«Oto przybytek Boga z ludźmi:
i zamieszka wraz z nimi,
i będą oni Jego ludem,
a On będzie "BOGIEM Z NIMI"
I otrze z ich oczu wszelką łzę,
a śmierci już odtąd nie będzie.
Ani żałoby, ni krzyku, ni trudu
już [odtąd] nie będzie,
bo pierwsze rzeczy przeminęły».
I rzekł Zasiadający na tronie:
«Oto czynię wszystko nowe».
I mówi:
«Napisz:
Słowa te wiarygodne są i prawdziwe».
I rzekł mi:
«Stało się.
Jam Alfa i Omega,
Początek i Koniec.
Ja pragnącemu
dam darmo pić ze źródła wody życia.
Zwycięzca to odziedziczy
i będę Bogiem dla niego,
a on dla mnie będzie synem
A dla tchórzów, niewiernych, obmierzłych, zabójców, rozpustników, guślarzy, bałwochwalców i wszelkich kłamców:
udział w jeziorze gorejącym ogniem i siarką.
To jest śmierć druga».

Czekam zatem na prawdziwie nowe informacje. Mam nadzieję na takowe już lada moment.

Band Practice tomorrow. Fuck me.

Mentioning sexx, I was wondering what my parents think when I get home everyday.  I always drive with the windows down (I find A/C useless unless its over 100) so my hair is always a huge mess when I get home.  It honestly looks like sexx hair.  Everyday.  Not that I'd mind if it really was. ;D Any takers? Hahah.

I need my computer to arrive tomorrow, or I may just rip my hair out.

Dear Josh, you fucktard:

You have to read a book for english
you have to read a story and have it analyzed for english
you have to write an autobigraphical paper for english
you have to make a poster for psychology

and you're never going to get it done.

sincerely, your better half.

I feel like being different sometime soon. In public. Like, Jesea and I have planned to someday dress up all rainbowy (suggestive of homosexuality) yet hold hands and stuff in public to confuse people. I want to do something different to myself and make people look twice when I pass. I'll friggin dress punk if I have to. GUYLINER! I'm afraid of it yet I want to try it at the same time. It confuses me.

I took my glasses to school again today. I kept telling myself to put them on, and I figured nothing of it, but every time I got to my locker, I couldn't. They never left my backpack. I suppose I'll try again tomorrow.

I want to learn sign language again.

I got two lines of my song written last night. I have a bunch of ideas, I'm just procrastinating writing them down tonight.

Lately I've been interested in makeup artistry. And on Youtube thats like the best place to find anything now. So I've been watching tutorials on there for a few months now. Usually I watch people who have studied it and actually are certified professionals but I also watch other people who love it as much as I do...maybe more, and have some looks they wanna share. I did a few in the summer but I need primer and other stuff to really get that look to stay nice all day. Anyway, there were two really young girls doing makeup tutorials. One looked like she was 11 and the other looked around the same age. I didn't wear makeup then much less try and do tutorials and tell people how to do their makeup. I guess things have changed within the few years but idk, it was kinda weird for me cuz I didn't expect that. No offense to any of those kinds of girls out there but I don't think people that young should be thinking about having full face makeup for school. The more you wear when you're young the more clown-ish you look. But idk if I'll do makeup for a job yet. I'm undecided.

I'm undecided on a lot of things now. I don't know what I wanna do with my life in the next few years. I just think about a few weeks ahead at the most. I guess I should be thinkin about colleges and stuff but I'm not. I'm gonna go eat dinner now, I hope the rest of this week goes okay and like I said, builds up and becomes more and more familiar. I hate that about school, you get so used to somethin and then its over and you have to get used to something else all over again. I feel as if everything that happened a few months ago was years ago. Time goes by really fast, I know but lately I'm thinking it goes by too fast. Now its slow but I wish it'd go by fast-so I won't think about it. The 2nd semester of school is always the best-thats when more exciting stuff happens and the whole dream-like and confused stuff goes away. Closer to summer, spring break (when I may work) and tons of other things. But I'm sure before I know it, it will be the second semester.

you'd think after all these years you'd get drinking right

.

Urasc chiar si viata din mine

Detest profund aceasta stare,

As ucide tarie ce ma mai tine

In lupta, si acum in picioare!

Aş vrea să fac o completare acum.
Adevărul tău este doar al tău. Poate fi diferit de al altuia. Noţiunile de "bine" şi de "rău" sunt mai vagi decât se crede, la fel şi noţiunea de "a judeca". Aşadar, nu trebuie să te temi cine ştie ce de faptul că eşti diferit. Eşti om, ai liber arbitru, or fără el nu puteai fi diferit de alţi oameni. Căci prin graţie divină ai primit atât liberul arbitru, cât şi faptul de a fi diferit. "A fi" al tău nu are de-a face cu "a fi" al celorlalţi. Este o stare, cum e cea de veghe sau de somn. Nu există perfecţiune, fă doar ce-ţi spune sufletul să faci. Dacă te plictiseşti, înseamnă că ai nevoie de experienţe noi, şi atunci ar trebui să rupi rutina, chiar dacă e comodă. Oricum, eu scriu doar sugestii pe-aici, nu reguli, nu porunci, astfel încât orice ai decide este doar responsabilitatea ta. Nu vreau să se înţeleagă prin acest cuvânt, "responsabilitate", o povară morală. Pentru că nici nu este. Responsabilitate, din punctul meu de vedere, este doar a recunoaşte faptul că tu ai făcut una sau alta şi atât. Nu trebuie să existe consecinţe nedorite. Doar noi le creăm... Ciudat, nu?

Liberul arbitru implică responsabilitate. Nu implică şi consecinţe. Frumuseţea, pentru a fi admirată, nu are nevoie de consecinţe. Îţi poţi asuma responsabilitatea pentru faptul că o admiri. :) Pentru că tu ai ales s-o admiri. Acesta este liberul tău arbitru. Apare vreo consecinţă din faptul că o admiri? În realitatea ta, da sau nu. În realitatea altuia, probabil, dar asta nu contează. Fiecare trăieşte în realitatea proprie, dar asta nu înseamnă deloc că e rupt de lume, ci chiar dimpotrivă. Lumea este un ansamblu de realităţi diferite, iar asta vedem la nivelul popoarelor Pământului. Vezi câtă diversitate e? Câte diferenţe pe o singură planetă? Ce să mai zicem de întregul Univers... Se contrazic, ar zice unii. Se completează, aş zice eu şi probabil alţii. Dar ştii care e partea frumoasă a vieţii? Că nu contează deloc ce cred alţii. Contează ce crezi tu, căci tu eşti cel care îşi creează propria realitate. Greu de crezut? Depinde...

Cu siguranţă ai auzit de puterea gândului. Da, există această putere. Trebuie doar s-o experimentezi. Dar ca să faci acest experiment, primul pas este să accepţi acest lucru în realitatea ta, ca fiind parte din ea. Apoi să vezi cum acţionează puterea gândului în realitatea ta. În primul link de mai sus, e vorba de un fermier fericit. El a ales să fie fericit şi, deşi nu ştia de puterea gândului, a ales să binecuvânteze tot ce are. Şi vedeţi ce bine-i merge totul. :) Hm, e adevărat că e suficient să te gândeşti la bucurie ca să te simţi bine (în realitatea ta interioară). Dar dacă vrei bucurie şi în realitatea ta exterioară, e de-ajuns să creezi un sentiment care se potriveşte gândului şi gata, s-au creat deja împrejurările virtuale prin care acest lucru să se întâmple şi la modul concret, deşi e nevoie de timp. Poţi programa perioada de timp, dacă vrei, căci Universul n-are limite. Tu, nici atât. De fapt, dacă n-ai fi tu, n-ar fi nici ceilalţi. Şi fără oameni, n-ar fi fi stele, n-ar fi planete, n-ar fi Univers... Căci acestea există datorită nouă...
Dar acesta este un alt subiect de discuţie...

Ne "vedem" data viitoare. :)

My only friend, my only companion as the sun shattered upon the ground, was the moon. He was delusional, fake. Only the wolves knew his tale, for that I could never understand. For it was in the dark of night that I of few, relyed on the shallow light of the moon.

With my dampened eyes, I gazed at the wolves. They traveled together, under the light of the moon. They were family. Such a sight was beautiful, unseen before. Upon my gazing crept a storm. A dangerous devil that concealed himself within a blanket of clouds. I was fooled. I felt almost, almost safe. Safe within the sanctions of night.

 How I dared to be so foolish, I'll never know. One thing for sure, was that as it came closer, ever nearer, I was asleep. Drifting in my everlasting ignorance. There was no doubt, I would sink. Drop into an inescapable pit, a void to never be seen.

My eyes slowly opened, just in time, to see the dawn of a new age. The once shattered sun, the once broken savior, was afire with glee and joy once more! There was no doubt, no ounce of suspicion that I had been saved. I had been deemed worthy to continue my venture. To set aflame those who hold greed and hate at their best!

No more would I doubt such power, such truth in the face of danger. My only loss, my only answer lost at see was how. How would I once more find deliverance, the deliverance of equity?

Ascultam muzica pe www.youtube.com si intimplator am dat de Stare, piesa celor de la Gorky Park :) Aveam 14 ani cind a aparut albumul cu aceiasi denumire – Stare. A fost un eveniment care a facut ca adolescenta mea sa fie asa cum a fost. Stau acum si ma gindesc si cred, fara a exagera, ca toata adolescenta mea a fost influentata de energetica cintecului Stare ;)

Imi amintesc cu cita greutate am reusit sa gasesc acest album. A fost o adevarata nebunie. Ma leaga atitea amintiri de acest album. Cu ajutorul acestui album mi-am facut multi prieteni. Unul e plecat la Moscova, altul in Portugalia, altul in Spania...Nu stiu cum dar oamenii aflase ca avem acest album. Era o adevarata raritate. Il cereau de la mine cu imprumut. A umblat mult dintr-o mina in alta ca pina la urma sa nu mai dau de el. Acum nu mai stiu pe unde o fi :)

De dimineata ascult Stare. Deja de vre-o suta de ori. Ma simt ca la 14 ani. Acelasi drive ...

 Somewhere out there. A truth lay hidden, her feathers ruffling in the wind. She of all, was also lost, entrapped in a world unknown to any. Across the endless blue, upon a coast so far away, was love.

 We both were lost, adrift at sea. Never would we find each other. We were merely one boat, one witness to death. One boat sailing an ever moving sea.

Until that fateful morning, that fruitful day, when I of many set search upon the world. To find what was missing, what was forever taken from our hearts. I of many set search for the truth, the ugly and pitiful truth. Out at sea, above the blue abyss, was like a hell without heat, with merely the coldness of our own demonic sins.

Frantically we searched. Forever we failed. Slowly the setting sun fell to the ground. It's brightness ever waning and love forever forgotten. Like all, we shivered with grief, the wind blew harder. It's careless breath masked our love, and the truth that we so dearly wished to embrace.

Hope was thought to be gone, like all treasures. Like all gifts, it was lost at sea...

Earlier today the journalist Shanta (pronounced san-tah, or Santa sans red suit) introduced us to a teacher she was meeting for the first time. He told her of a program in which a group of dalits and nondalits in a village outside Dahran will sign a promise to end untouchability in the area. Untouchability is already illegal; we were somewhat skeptical about the effectiveness of holding a program to sign a sheet. As we traveled through the village, the tall, thick-lensed teacher lead us to the organizers of the program, who we asked:

What was your involvement with the program?
Do you think this will create change?
How is it different from a law?

And, the one which appeared to be the most difficult to answer: If the law isn’t enforced, how will signing this sheet be enforced?

After meeting the organizers, and interviewing a few people from the village we made our way to the schoolhouse where the program would be held. Sitting on a bench in the back of the classroom, the teacher came to me in a huff, “Where is Jes?” I didn’t know. The teacher made his leave, searching the grounds. Moments later Jes arrived at my side, “The teacher was looking for you. I think they’re waiting to start...” I couldn’t finish my sentence before the teacher interrupted.

“There you are, come up, we want to welcome you.” Jes passed the camera, was whisked to the front of the class where he gave a namaste to the crowd and was adorned with a crimson tikka and flowery garland.

Moments later he was off, and the teacher asked for me to join the front of the class. Handing off the camera, I too took my place in front of the crowd, gave a namaste, and was welcomed to the program with flowers and tikka.

Shortly after, I held someone’s blue eyed baby surrounded by a gaggle of women, spoke with a student about her work on ending discrimination while group of twenty watched from a foot away, and shot the blaring speeches, songs, and announcements piped into an open field through an amplifier. More eyes were on Jes and I than the speakers.

Taking leave from the program, I felt like a cultural spectacle. Our image as Caucasian filmmakers was used to draw attention to the poorly advertised program, however we simultaneously distracted from the positive message presented. Focus was directed on us specifically rather than the issues at hand, and judgment based on external features was reinforced rather than quelled.

I came to Nepal to help fight against discrimination and to give the unrepresented a chance to craft their own image. As a foreigner, I was perceived in a very positive and excited way. It must be intolerable to be despised. I had no idea that through doing human rights work, I could become a cultural commodity.

I would like to add some words to start I love u and I miss u

]]> http://theclicker.wordpress.com/?p=253 Thu, 14 Aug 2008 20:46:15 +0000 Sarah http://theclicker.wordpress.com/?p=253 Can anyone guess what he was looking at over my shoulder. Check the vacant stare.



Leave a comment with your guess. Come back tomorrow to find out.

]]> http://richardadamsphotos.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/self-portrait-2/ Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:39:24 +0000 Richard Adams http://richardadamsphotos.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/self-portrait-2/
self portrait, originally uploaded by Richard Adams.

What can I say? I took this for my new job - needed a pic for the website. Camera was held at arms length under a spotlight in the bathroom. I liek doing self portraits partly because I can make myslef look slim, rugged, handsome and partly because I can stop myslef looking ugly...

A lot of my self portraits are quite dramatic - see my earlier post but I hope the tongue in cheek moodiness comes across in this one.

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]]> http://nutoataiarbaelafel.wordpress.com/?p=199 Sun, 03 Aug 2008 22:36:33 +0000 nutoataiarbaelafel http://nutoataiarbaelafel.wordpress.com/?p=199 De data asta vine de la Pocketful of sunshine

Si suna cam asa:"gasiti'va cate o poza(poate sa fie de pe google)care sa va reprezinte actuala stare de spirit.De preferabil peisaj"



E peisaj.Asemanatoare cu starea mea de spirit,probabil.

Leapsa merge la Pooffyshila,Blogul unei anonime,Aberez,Sedativ si Someonemustchange

]]> http://themonkeyvault.wordpress.com/?p=3 Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:51:25 +0000 jakeharlow http://themonkeyvault.wordpress.com/?p=3

I'm hoping this blog will make it easier to find the comic, but both will remain up for now.

I'm also planning on updating again on wednesday, I don't know if I'll continue updating on wednesdays in addition to saturdays though. Wednesday is going to be a trial run of sorts, At the very least it'll be bonus comic! I'm hoping that more frequent updates will bring more readers, but I still need your help with that! Tell everyone you know! Link to the comic!

-Jake

]]> http://patrurandurisijumatate.wordpress.com/?p=3 Thu, 31 Jul 2008 07:36:59 +0000 stiggyme http://patrurandurisijumatate.wordpress.com/?p=3 Patru randuri si jumatate...e o geometrie..nu am impus-o, ci s-a creat. Am inceput sa scriu intr-o seara. Multe stari contradictorii, inconsistenta in gandire, argumente la fel de valabile pentru idee si pentru opusul ei..era deja ceva obisnuit dar continuam sa scriu cate patru randuri si jumatate pentru fiecare nerv..

Se tot repeta si am observat la un moment dat. Si toate starile alea se terminau intr-un final prost. Am inceput sa fac un exercitiu logic: daca toate starile de atunci puteau fi rezumate in patru randuri jumatate, de ce m-as mai obosi sa gandesc "timp" de nu stiu cate pagini cand pot rezuma totul?

Sa incep cu asta si sa o termin cu toate starile semi depresive, semi distructive, semi narcotice..sa gasesc un echivalent psihic petru cele patru randuri si jumatate...o ecuatie, un interval de timp, o idee sumativa care sa-mi rezume toate starile...Evident ca nu reusesc si ca cele patru randuri si jumatate pot fi cel mult un exercitiu de stil sau o exigenta a mea...si probabil ca exista oameni care si-au dezvoltat un astfel de artificiu psihic. Sunt norocosi? E eficient, comod, mediocru sa-ti rezumi toate starile cand poate ca ar trebui traite la acea intensitate, in acel moment, in acele luni/ani, cu acel om?E o lipsa de curaj sa-mi caut un instinct de autoconservare psihica sau e un exercitiu prin care ma fortez sa depasesc niste limite...

Am depasit deja cele patru randuri si jumatate..

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Description: Pink so innocent...

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foto di Alessandro Pasquali

]]> http://mikaandjade.wordpress.com/?p=27 Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:01:51 +0000 mikaandjade http://mikaandjade.wordpress.com/?p=27 Yesterday, as I was working at the university library, there were groups of teenagers and their parents bundling around the public computers to check out their first college courses. I can understand the chaos and even the frequent yelping of panic and joy; seeing that this was their first step into college, a life of unsure decision making. As sat at my desk, in front of my computer, a middle-aged man caught my eye. He was standing next to his daughter and wife who were checking the place out and also the daughter's new schedule. I notcied that every time a young woman passed then by, he would follow her with his eyes. And I thought to myself, does this man know that he is being incredibly obvious? I personally think that it is fine to view those to whom you are attracted- but this man didn't glance or look. He would Stare women down! What if one of them had notcied his constant, beady eyes? How would she feel and would she have said something? That's definately something that I've thought about...

It brings me back to a time when I would catch a man who often studied in the library staring at my breasts. I must mention that I'm a 38D and I often show a little cleavage to gain attention, and also for my own enjoyment. One day, as I was helping a patron check-out books, I caught him looking at my breasts. When he finally noticed that I was looking at him, he looked away. Then another patron came to return books and I glanced at him. Again, his eyes were on my breasts. As this continued for the rest of the hour, I slowly got annoyed and upset with him. Why be so obvious?!

A few hours later, I was lunching with a few of my guy friends. We usually talk about anything- including sex. So as my anger carried from hours before, I told my friend, Brian, who sat on my right, the story. I asked, " Why are men so obvious?!" He told me that not all men were; It was just that some didn't know how not to be. He experimented with me and told me to sit facing him. We made mindless conversation for about a  minute and a half. Brian asked me if I noticed him looking at my breasts. I said no. He then told me that during our chat, he had taken 5 looks and I honestly had NO IDEA! I felt relieved that someone had taken the time to manage not to be as obvious as so many others.

I guess the moral of the story is: TRY! Just try to check someone out without them knowing. At the end of the day, you got to see what you wanted and no one was offended!

Okay. So now my mind is clear. I'm sending positive energy your way!  Thanks for spending your time reading my post!

Peace for All!

Mika

]]> http://atthepool65.wordpress.com/?p=125 Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:31:36 +0000 atthepool65 http://atthepool65.wordpress.com/?p=125 This is a scan from a project I did in school last year.



Selective developing was done with developer and a paintbrush.



Selective toning was done with koolaid.



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