tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67297592011-12-15T05:38:02.819+03:00MY......THOLOGYAn Unedited documentation of my thoughts, desires, emotions and life.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.comBlogger1751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1147021229069000582006-05-07T19:51:00.000+03:002006-05-07T20:00:29.096+03:00When I heard this song, I thought I had heard the wrond thing, so when I played it again I confirmed I wasn't dreaming, it was a fact that the song was that great...Painting Pictures of Egypt...I don’t want to leave here I don’t want to stay It feels like pinching to me either way The places I long for the most Are the places where I’ve been They are calling after me like a long lost friend It’s moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1145631823087764662006-04-21T17:28:00.000+03:002006-04-21T18:03:43.176+03:00In the SoilI’ve been lost so many timesCome back to what I’ve foundNothing more than when I leftWhen’s my time going to come aroundI feel the change in the windMy branches bending to the eastTrying to find another lifeThat I can grow older with in peaceI’ve been to so many placesIn my mind I have foundNo solace in understandingWhy my roots hold me in the groundBut out of the soilGrows another moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1142785982878910052006-03-19T19:01:00.000+03:002006-03-19T19:33:02.940+03:00This is a poem written by a friend, please read it and tell him what you thinkTHE WORLD KEEPS SPINNINGI break a heart,the world keeps spinning.A friend dies,the world keeps spinning.I seek and find God,The world keeps spinning.I cry,Weep for love lost,the world keeps spinning.Make new friend,the world keeps spinning.My world turns upside down and inside out,the grass grows, the children play,the moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1139067126906734352006-02-04T18:28:00.000+03:002006-02-04T18:32:06.906+03:00Writen DownYou draw blood on this pen tip,As I slowly write my confession,Too this ever elongating page,My fingers ache from the strain,That my mind has brought to,The weight of this pen,The chemicals in my brain,Brining me near the stakes,Of what this page could mean,No this won't be in a book,This won't be a dog eared page,This will be sealed within,The folds of your ever thundering heart,moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1139066362629048272006-02-04T18:11:00.000+03:002006-02-04T18:19:22.650+03:00"I Miss You"Just to hear your voice,even for one momentMeans so much more than you will ever knowSomehow I can touch you through the void of spaceAnd everything else just falls awayWhen you sayI miss you. moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1138462107181474542006-01-28T18:22:00.000+03:002006-01-28T18:28:27.196+03:00LIKE...like the previousthis wave too shall pass leavingthe shore sand richermoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1136827071775404752006-01-09T20:15:00.000+03:002006-01-09T20:17:51.786+03:00FOR THE QUIET ONES..For the quiet onesThe ones in the back of the classroomQuietly gettting on with their workFollowing behind their friendsThe last one picked in P.EFor the quiet onesWho doesn't questionWho doesn't askFor the quiet onesThe ones with secretsAnd silent ambitionsWhose touch isn't harshFor the quiet onesWho don't get askedWho don't get lovedPushed to the backDrowning in the crowdThemoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1136047305340193592005-12-31T19:38:00.000+03:002005-12-31T19:41:45.353+03:00THE END OF AN YEAR..The days are now numbered, the clock on the wall ticks, the sound indicating the end to be.I don't know what to say about this year that in a little while shall be the year that was.So have I accomplished my goals and did I fulfill my resolutions? to be honest I will be lying if I said I did; its even ashame that not even one of the can be said as fulfilled nor moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1135615194998524102005-12-26T19:38:00.000+03:002005-12-26T19:39:55.006+03:00Season GreetingsTo everyone out there,Want to wish you all a happy new year and may it be full of love and peace..moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1134406237149353952005-12-12T19:49:00.000+03:002005-12-12T19:50:37.150+03:00Fading - Poem By Venus FaiqYou should have arrived much earlier,Before history starts;Before dreaming starts.You should have arrived much earlier,In order to know you;In order to introduce you,to the dawn of my life;to my mother;to my childhood friends.You should have arrived much earlier,Before love starts;Before the apple ripens;Before Adam’s repulsion from Eden.You should have arrived much moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1133628169777291312005-12-03T19:10:00.000+03:002005-12-03T19:42:49.830+03:00time goes by so slowly.....Time goes by so slowly for those who wait......Those who run seem to have all the fun.......MadonnaI don't know whether thats what I can say right now, time for me seems to be moving to fast or is it me who is moving to fast...I look around and the world seems to be faster than I am so I wonder who is faster, time, the world or me?moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1132498483023697912005-11-20T17:26:00.000+03:002005-11-20T17:54:46.363+03:00Finally yoursGreek goddess that you areI am captured, enrapturedby the sultry soul thatelicits from your eyes.I trace each plain of your faceyour cheekbonesthe cleft of your chinI am possessed and perplexedby the need to discover youover and over again.I could watch you movethrough a crowd across a roomfrom here until eternityand never tire of the almostsnake-like jut and thrust of your hipsI am moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1132406763525385692005-11-19T16:14:00.000+03:002005-11-19T16:26:03.536+03:00MirrorsReflections of memory in the mirrors of timeThoughts of past invading solitude of mindQuestioning the depth of selfDoubting the brains wealthAnswers seem so close at handFrustration lives where I standSoon enough I will knowFar to late for where I’ll goChoices were consciously madeSubconsciously they leave me afraidmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1131729819014557072005-11-11T20:19:00.000+03:002005-11-11T20:23:39.026+03:00I BLAME....I blame you for this.It’s clearly your fault.With your piercing black eyesAnd your lopsided grinAnd your sexy black hairAnd your tall, slim frameAnd those stupid jeans……Which fits in all the right places.Sitting here, I think back to the first time I saw you.Five weeks and two days ago (but who’s counting?).And every day on the elevator, I’d stare at your back,Trying to work up the moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1131201902394236992005-11-05T17:26:00.000+03:002005-11-05T17:45:02.406+03:00MY MUSICYou are my fluteThe instrument of my soulPlacing my lips on the mouth holeI tune you knowing there is no needThe music we make together is already perfectmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1130602332298122302005-10-29T19:08:00.000+03:002005-10-29T19:12:12.300+03:00Thinking Of You AgainI can't help itI thought aboutyou all daylongI know I should geton with mylifeFinding somebody newI just can'tI am still loving youI'd like to hearyour sideof the storythen if youreally wan't meto goI willI promiseThinking of you againWondering if you love meI know I should geton with my lifeI just can't untillI hear from youmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1130601379499310712005-10-29T18:44:00.000+03:002005-10-29T18:56:19.510+03:00In the SoilI’ve been lost so many timesCome back to what I’ve foundNothing more than when I leftWhen’s my time going to come aroundI feel the change in the windMy branches bending to the eastTrying to find another lifeThat I can grow older with in peaceI’ve been to so many placesIn my mind I have foundNo solace in understandingWhy my roots hold me in the groundBut out of the soilGrows another moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1129828702446878242005-10-23T19:03:00.000+03:002005-10-23T19:11:20.850+03:00UNANSWERED QUESTIONSover the years I have discovered I have alot of questions, questions I have asked and gotten no responses and questions I have asked funny enough gotten answered.But my focus today won't be on the questions that have been answered but the questions which have remained unanswered.My questions will be divided into three groups:1. Questions I have asked God2. Questions I have moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1117450690329441652005-10-19T13:57:00.000+03:002005-10-19T19:33:53.300+03:00The CallI have heard it all my life,A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.There's no safety in that!Remember what you are and let this knowingtake you home to the Beloved with every breath.Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowingcolour moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1128790215196685422005-10-08T17:55:00.000+03:002005-10-10T16:30:07.636+03:00A LETTER TO GODTO: God@heavenyahoo.co.hvFrom: mythology@earthyahoo.co.eaDear God,I know by know you must be wondering why I haven't been writing and what in the world has been taking me that long. Well here we go.Things down here have been crazy (I know you already know all about it) and to make matters worse its like if I don't have an Idea what am doing, what am up to or where am headed.By the moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1128704289142338642005-10-07T19:51:00.000+03:002005-10-08T17:09:56.026+03:00This poem is dedicated to two of my most fervent readers and friendsThanks for being thereI've had one of those daysyou know what I meanso I sit back and relaxand turn on my screen.I'll talk to all my friendswho know just what to sayto make my stresses goand my troubles fade away.My friends you're always there for mewhenever I feel blueand though we've never met beforeI know our friendships moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1127906090821858132005-09-28T14:00:00.000+03:002005-10-01T19:48:28.646+03:00BETTER UNTOUCHEDI look at her,And a smile grows in my faceJust to remember the times,When she could've been mine.As she gives me a hug,while she puts her arms around me,I remember what I would've givento only have a chance with her.But now I see her,In a different light.Yes, she still means the world to me,but now its in a different way.Her friendship means alot to me,although we never had much moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1127323835739686612005-09-21T19:57:00.000+03:002005-09-21T20:30:35.780+03:00My thoughtsI have been looking forward to this the whole of last week but things just got out of control that I actually didn't have the time to post but today I have vowed to post something.Lately I have noticed there's been alot of love, friends and encouragement streaming around me.And am sure most of you will try and guess I will go ahead and write how excited I am about all this and how moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1127062228665554392005-09-18T19:46:00.000+03:002005-09-18T19:50:28.670+03:00My Painted On SmilePerfected in timeAlways trying to shineMy painted on smileWhile [inside] I cry all the timeMy fake existence for youTo try and get me throughI never meant to hurt youI never meant it to be this wayI tried to be acceptedBut you were the only oneWho could understand and except meIn the way in which I amBut still, I lie to youAs I can't accept the way I amSo you see me stillWith moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1125936652263331532005-09-05T18:23:00.000+03:002005-09-05T19:10:52.310+03:00My day so far...Well today was my first day at school (yes I decided to go back) and it actually turned out to be quite different from what I had im mind.I thought I was going to be the only odd one out be all new and not knowing much. But I found alot of pple I knew, pple I was glad to see while others who I wasn't that glad to see but all in all they made my day and added to my anticipation of moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1125847061879267642005-09-04T18:05:00.000+03:002005-09-04T18:17:41.886+03:00I guess the only way to describe what has been happening is through this poem:ALONE AGAINFour o'clock in the morningAfraid to open my eyesAnother day of grief,A day of fear.All alone I feel.I try to justify all the pain,All of this guilt before my eyes.Another day of confusion,A day of wondering.Is it ever just going to go away?All this pain that I feel,And all this anger, is it going to stay?Tenmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1124523740402213192005-08-30T10:40:00.000+03:002005-08-30T18:13:36.880+03:00Two sides of meTwo people in one,one happy, one sad,Two sides of me,one mad and one glad.There's only one sideI try to let show;my feelings insidethe others don't know.I'm two people in one,as strange as that sounds,the real me insideno one has found.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1122982872563970792005-08-18T14:39:00.000+03:002005-08-18T19:24:30.960+03:00My rainbowI’m going to make a rainbow,A rainbow for you and me,I’ll paint it in the sky,I’ll paint it for everyone to see,A rainbow to let everyone,Know just how I feel,A rainbow to remind me,That it was all real,Make me remember the good times,And remember the bad,The times when I was happy,And the times when I was sad,I’ll let everyone know,How I feel inside,They’ll know the reasons why I moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1124123101432267762005-08-15T18:16:00.000+03:002005-08-15T19:25:01.466+03:00 REASONS WHY AM AN OPTIMISTOn Saturday my friend asked me a question, "Am I an optimist or a pessimist"?I can't remember answering the question and also doubt I even thought about it then.Guess I was busy eating, looking at the pple passing by, worrying about deadlines, wondering about what I was doing there, scared about the bills waiting to be paid, frightened that I was yet to find that which moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1122982642950577922005-08-02T14:30:00.000+03:002005-08-08T12:54:17.490+03:00Another Tear Filled NightSitting here in tears againWith so many things going wrongCan't make sense of these thoughts in my headAll I know is, I'm not strongFlashbacks to that frightful nightWhen I was thrown into that wallIt was months ago but it still hurts meI can still look back and see myself fallRemembering all the timesThat my best friend and I spent togetherWhen they were always there formoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119517662624958892005-07-30T17:19:00.000+03:002005-07-30T17:40:57.480+03:00BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYESSeems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to be so strongYour arms around me tightEverything, it felt so rightUnbreakable, like nothin' could go wrongNow I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hanging onHere I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1122479802034229512005-07-27T17:31:00.000+03:002005-07-27T18:56:42.070+03:00 Things I need to sayI wish yesterday was a dream, a dream I woke up from. But its not, my alleged dream is actually the reality and the truth I have to face this morning and who knows for how long.Funny enough I still find this hard to believe or even imagibe that I did the things that I did yesterday, but the truth is I did them.I can't believe I took advantage of someone at a time when they moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119371346133924442005-07-27T08:26:00.000+03:002005-07-27T08:14:47.400+03:00Loss or GainWHEN I compareWhat I have lost with what I have gained,What I have missed with what attained,Little room do I find for pride.I am awareHow many days have been idly spent;How like an arrow the good intentHas fallen short or been turned aside.But who shall dareTo measure loss and gain in this wise?Defeat may be victory in disguise;The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1121702843297836832005-07-18T18:53:00.000+03:002005-07-23T18:31:43.913+03:00Self songI am small and don't want much at all.I live in a striped quiltAnd curl up near the door. Grandpa trippedOn me and broke his jaw. I dropMy doll's head in the cake.I always wear pink.I smile in school and dunkMy own curls in the ink.I share my lunch with the tarantula.I think that two and two is fiveAnd clap when someone dies.Some nights the moon opens her smileInto the full O of moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1121236902721417352005-07-13T09:31:00.000+03:002005-07-13T09:41:42.726+03:00 Why 'never again' keeps happeningTo be honest, things have been on a rotation table, if its not me; its the pplearound me and if its not the pple around me then its me.This has been the song and am tired. Well am I really? thats the question I needto address.I gave up a long time on on the phrase 'never again' after having gone throughalot of emotional torture from the so called 'the club' and Imoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1120456424934781092005-07-04T08:36:00.000+03:002005-07-04T08:53:44.940+03:00 AS MY YOUTH FADESIt's been a while; I say,Since a poem I wrote.I know where my head is,But I dunno where I stand.Drifting away; I mightAnd ignorance flows.It seems, as My youth fades,There's a lot I'm not knowin'.As friends away drift,And go to different schools.Or I leave the country,I don't play them for fools.I just follow life's course,And take whatever has been offered.Maybe I'll work on moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119938029120802342005-06-28T08:51:00.000+03:002005-06-28T08:53:49.126+03:00The TribulationI see you standing over there,Your fingers running through your hair.Quite a site for me to see;Should I just wait expectantly?I feel like insignificant dustThe kind of person you'd never lust.You look at me with knowing eyes.Will there be a big surprise?Will you say what I wish you would?"The night is young, you're looking good!"Maybe, someday, in another worldYou'll like me with moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119517005510378532005-06-23T11:50:00.000+03:002005-06-23T11:56:45.516+03:00BREAK AWAYGrew up in a small townAnd when the rain would fall downI just stared out my windowDreaming of a could-beAnd if I'd end up happyI would prayTrying not to reach outBut when I'd try to speak outFelt like no one could hear meWanted to belong hereBut something felt so wrong hereSo I prayI could breakawayI'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to flyI'll do what it takes til' I touch the moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119342078842494502005-06-21T11:01:00.000+03:002005-06-21T11:21:18.846+03:00A pictorialThe following is an pictorial account of someone called mathu! Hope you enjoyThis is mathu at the beach (Before He underwent mutation in my lab)And this is mathu in my lab after the successful mutationmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1119110645724187732005-06-18T18:59:00.000+03:002005-06-18T19:05:57.306+03:00Days under the rainAm still enjoying my holiday from work, but it saddens me to know that on tuesday am here to face the things I have been happy to be away from.Had an interesting day today, and expect for the morning sickness and nausea I had in the morning all turned out great.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1117450751407862132005-06-18T18:46:00.000+03:002005-06-18T18:53:14.446+03:00The DanceI have sent you my invitation,the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”Just stand up quietly and dance with me.Show me how you follow your deepest desires,spiraling down into the ache within the ache,and I will show you how I reach inward and open outwardto feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1118645461868584182005-06-13T08:30:00.000+03:002005-06-13T09:51:01.903+03:00My 7th Heaven There are times in your life when things seem so perfect that you have to pinch yourself twice just to make sure you aren't dreaming and if you do pinch yourself and realize its not a dream you kneel and pray that moment will never end!Well thats how my weekend was and that was exactly what a did!If you ask me not in my wildest dreams would I have gone to the places I went to moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1118419139291277092005-06-10T18:46:00.000+03:002005-06-10T18:58:59.296+03:00 ReflectionSome of us are like ink and some like paper.And if it were not for the blackness of some of us,some of us would be dumb;And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us,some of us would be blind.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1118164142722907072005-06-07T18:00:00.000+03:002005-06-10T18:59:38.886+03:00What lies ahead....Of late I discovered am the main cause of some of the worst things that happen to me.Most of the places I am and am not supposed to be in right now, am the person that took myself there.The things am doing now and am not supposed to be doing, am the one who started doing.And the more I look at this the more I see I need to take control of myself before myself takes control of moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1117902225311866622005-06-04T18:55:00.000+03:002005-06-04T19:23:45.330+03:00At the battle fieldToday felt like the longest day I have had in quite a long time. The events that were to transpire took me to a different king of realm which I have been fearful of facing for quite a while.But am more than glad to say I went, saw and conquered, but mark you the victory was not of my own making.Somehow I came late to work today (Yes I over slept again) little did I know that moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1117730912359557532005-06-02T18:46:00.000+03:002005-06-02T19:48:32.426+03:00The road beyond...Gosh so where do I begin!Its feels like ages, even trying to express myself right now feels abit hard, but I will try my best and be open and detailed as I can.So how am I doing!Well thats quite a question considering I have been encountering so many things along the way that I have started to wonder whether am In the right path in the first place. Lately I have gone back to my moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1117447476993660132005-05-30T12:55:00.000+03:002005-05-30T13:04:37.063+03:00BrokenAs she sits ever so quietlyin the corner of the broken room...she smiles.When she catches a glimpse of the moonlightforming a warm glow around his sleeping face...she cries.As she reaches out her handunable to resist the urge to run her fingers through the dark curls...she smiles.When the simple touch of her handcauses him to flinch and pull away...she cries.As she quietly moves herselfbackmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114757592365675952005-05-29T09:51:00.000+03:002005-05-23T14:56:25.526+03:00RipplesHere is another poem from a local man living in Brynmawr.The Author, Ray Hapgood, kindly gaveme his permission to publish it.I really love this poem - it is so very true!!Sometime when you're feeling important,Sometime when your ego'sin bloom,Sometime when you take it for granted,You're the best qualified man in the room.Sometime when you think that your passingWill leave an unfillable moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114762339816290172005-05-16T11:12:00.000+03:002005-05-16T10:34:08.900+03:00RipplesInto the illusion of my life:seen as a quiet pool of existence,small pebbles of your life's energy, splash.They excite and churn up the still surface.Ripples radiate, melding and mergingin concentric joinings of cosmic awareness.Forever more I am awed by the impactof the solitary moment in time.Your life became part of my realityand through mea part of ripples in other ponds.With lives moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114762383638361432005-05-10T11:12:00.000+03:002005-05-11T18:33:51.456+03:00WHAT I HAVE...What I Have WrittenWhat I have writtenIs notWhat you have readIs notWhat I am writingIsWhat you are readingIsWhat I will writeIs notWhat you will readIs notGot it?- Copyright 1996, by Joseph Rohrbachmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114762519934344522005-05-03T13:15:00.000+03:002005-05-03T13:12:51.890+03:00The lessonTake a bucket and fill it with water;Put your hand in it up to the wrist;Pull it out and the hole that's remaining,Is a measure of how you'll be missed.You may splash all you please when you enterYou can stir up the water galoreBut stop, and you'll find in a minuteThat it looks quite the same as before.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114763299616799582005-04-29T11:18:00.000+03:002005-05-05T11:41:55.166+03:00Parody of life I drink because I'm lonely,I drink because i'm sad,This bottle is the bestest friend I think i've ever had!People are so fickle, friends, they come and go.But this here "amber nectar"will always be on flow!It takes away the heartache,it takes away the pain,Until that morning madness comes around again!Oh! see how eyes bore into me as I lay upon this bench,Kids never e're come near moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114762642394641132005-04-29T11:17:00.000+03:002005-05-02T13:20:11.553+03:00Just a boyPublished on 11/04/05 at 01:20:12 GMT by homer1uk2000 Out of puff and overweight,but yet still I ran, stones in palm kept squeezing them, took away the pain!Through slam gate and oe'r the mountain, past the burning dump,sweating swearing hoping yearning how my heart does thump! There's a fellow up ahead he's swaying to and fro,gotta get ahead of him gotta have a go!Can't be last throughmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114513189525525982005-04-26T13:51:00.000+03:002005-12-12T19:46:21.366+03:00Fading - Poem By Venus FaiqYou should have arrived much earlier,Before history starts;Before dreaming starts.You should have arrived much earlier,In order to know you;In order to introduce you,to the dawn of my life;to my mother;to my childhood friends.You should have arrived much earlier,Before love starts;Before the apple ripens;Before Adam’s repulsion from Eden.You should have arrived much moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114512445047185952005-04-26T10:38:00.000+03:002005-04-26T13:47:25.050+03:00LONELY SECRETSA life of harsh sorrows has killed the butterfly of my desireSpilling the wine in the love-glass of my youthThe mist of the bleak days has become so darkThe love scenes of my heart were cloaked in despairLonely nights have smothered the flame of my hope-candleThe hopeless-hands have strangled the euphoria of my innermost melodiesAnd now, exposing the woundsOf my distressed emotionsImoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114103571571744782005-04-21T20:10:00.000+03:002005-05-14T15:06:57.493+03:00This song expresses in true words what I seem to be going through right nowPainting Pictures Of EgyptI don’t want to leave hereI don’t want to stayIt feels like pinching to me either wayThe places I long for the mostAre the places where I’ve beenThey are calling after me like a long lost friendIt’s not about losing faithIt’s not about trustIt’s all about comfortableWhen you move so muchThe place moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1114010471039452012005-04-20T18:19:00.000+03:002005-04-20T18:21:11.040+03:00silent lucidityso after all those one night stands,you've ended up with heart in handa child alone,on your own...retreatingregretful for the things you're not,and all the thingas you haven't gotwithout a home,a heart of stone...lies bleedingand for all the roads you followed,and for all you did not findand for all the dreams you have to leave behindyour childhood eyes were so intense,while moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1112438149434704832005-04-02T13:32:00.000+03:002005-04-02T13:35:49.436+03:00KeysWas it something that you said?Or was it something you read?'belief is speculation'Spiritual Provocationvibrational manipulation...or something.Why was it that you cried?Did you find yourself tied?'Mind' is a physical prison,an illusion & a fake vision.Perfect for indecisionor something...else,perhaps?Why did you goand turn against the flow?Returning to the sourceis always nice, of course.Butmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1111934347360445622005-03-27T17:13:00.000+03:002005-03-27T17:39:07.360+03:00The endless roadmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1111756043130161142005-03-25T15:16:00.000+03:002005-03-25T16:07:23.130+03:00Flyinglying and searching high and lowpeeking and looking for an open window...a lovely girl finally found the last onethe most recent over a hundred and one...on the paper plane she curiously reada poignant note that despairingly said:"this is my last one...", the impatient boy said;"i gave up my love...", so sweet but sad, indeed!moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1111407895465685702005-03-21T15:19:00.000+03:002005-03-21T15:24:55.466+03:00I swam in the sea of hopesDrowning me with anticipationI touched the starsBut I got burntIn my heartCausing a forever scarI will remember the lesson wellNever to believe in lullabiesFor twinkle twinkle little starsI am still wondering what you areSparkling diamonds in the skyAcute emptiness in my psycheI inhaled the vacuum of lifeSuffocating me with ecstasyI touched the meteor of emotionsAnd got moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1111383789751608982005-03-21T08:25:00.000+03:002005-03-21T08:43:09.753+03:00ContemplatingSomeone once said "too much ambition makes a frustrated man", but I think he also forgot to say "too much expection breeds depression"moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1110785347828861422005-03-14T10:19:00.000+03:002005-03-14T10:29:07.830+03:00How to ask your Boss for a salary increase..? One day an employee sends a letter to Her boss asking for an increase in her salary!!! Dear Bo$$In thi$ life, we all need $! ome thing mo$t de$perately. I think you $hould be under$tanding of the need$ of u$ worker$ who have given $o much $upport including $weat and $ervice to your company. I am $ure you will gue$$ what I mean and re$pond $oon. moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1107449754109478302005-02-03T19:50:00.000+03:002005-03-05T11:23:52.853+03:00A long long weekend.I have realized that I do not like weekends. They give me too much time to think. They give me too much time to think about things that I spend my life running away from.I love talking. I love partying. I love being in large groups. I love doing things which are fast and violent paced. Things where I have to think fast and give a result. Things where I am not allowed to dwell moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1107449206687788092005-02-03T19:46:00.000+03:002005-02-03T19:46:46.686+03:00Wish this will end one day.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1107017106746334992005-01-29T19:43:00.000+03:002005-01-29T19:45:06.746+03:00A Life Of Sorrow And Dispare
Looking up at grey skies,
reflects upon this grey life.
That like the wind has no cause,
or course to an end of lies.
The endless dark of night,
that plays the heart to die.
And leaves you with that sorrow,
that you know would never die.
Looking out the shattered window,
of a soul that has surrendered,
to the blackness of a never, dawning day.
Knowing that with moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1106921518780627852005-01-28T17:03:00.000+03:002005-01-28T17:11:58.780+03:00 Happy Dog's Bedtime Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
The king-size bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove
My human being can hardly move!
I've trapped her legs,
she's tucked in tight,
And here is where I pass the night.
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and I want food!
I sneak up slowly and it begins
My nibbles on my human's chin.
moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1106228233483378492005-01-20T16:32:00.000+03:002005-01-20T16:37:13.483+03:00Dizzy
You're cynical and beautiful
You always make a scene
You're monochrome, delirious
You're nothing that you seem
I'm drowning in your vanity
Your laugh is a disease
You're dirty and you're sweet
You know you're everything to me
Oh, everything you are
Falls from the sky like a star
Everything you are
Whatever ever you are
I wanna kill at the machine
That made you
Piss away you dreams
Tear moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1106226386236472182005-01-20T16:06:00.000+03:002005-01-20T16:06:26.236+03:00After the reasons came and went, and swept across
The face of my innocence, I was lost
Inside the wound, that draws me near
And cries my name, and feeds my presence I am here!
To know your face, and your true shade
To feel the lips, and to be bade
To know your face, and your true shade
To hide in here, in this place
I long for one piece with
I cry for my peace is in youmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1106225637428678252005-01-20T15:53:00.000+03:002005-01-26T19:25:02.480+03:00The World I Painted Twenty Years Ago
by Brian Glaser
The angle of the postman’s cap
looked like he’d dressed himself in dark,
the darkness, say, that’s lurching from
his mouth, where teeth should be, a smile
like charcoal, awkward on this full-
grown man, but safer for his world
where fuchsia picket fences float
above a lumpy car that trails
a cautious, chastened string of smoke
in pencil moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1106225529009756852005-01-20T15:51:00.000+03:002005-01-20T15:52:09.010+03:00Seduction
by Jonathan Musgrove
You and I lay together on a grassy bed
while one sparrow chased another from a limb.
A bumblebee left a flower he seduced,
and flew away covered in her scent.
I reached my lips to catch your lips before
they turned away. “Just a kiss, please a kiss.”
“It always starts the same way, with just a kiss,
then maybe a nibble, soon we’re in bed.
I know I should stopmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1105088171732278722005-01-07T09:58:00.000+03:002005-01-13T18:40:33.243+03:00Interesting Thought
Have you ever wondered how many of the people you know are the result of accidental pregnancies? Have you ever wondered if you are the result of an accidental pregnancy?moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1105081034567506302005-01-07T09:56:00.000+03:002005-01-07T09:57:14.566+03:00"It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion;
it is easy in solitude to live after our own;
but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd
keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."
- Ralph Waldo Emersonmoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1103624890262384232004-12-21T09:47:00.000+03:002004-12-21T13:28:10.263+03:00 Pure Randomness
...Stick The Knife In...
Remember the smell of her hair
Love and trust and innocence and respect
Forever and ever
Hurts more than words can say
...Break it off...
She used to hug you so hard,
that your ribs would hurt.
You were the luckiest man alive.
...Deeper...
Remember the soft morning sun
playing across her white skin
shining off her hair.
...Deeper...
Christ, she was moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1103120657912879682004-12-15T16:08:00.000+03:002004-12-15T17:24:17.913+03:00Closet
I feel as if am in a closet right now and there is nothing I can do to get out.
moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1103036874614016242004-12-14T17:16:00.000+03:002004-12-14T18:07:54.613+03:00God has been working on me, lately and every day there is a new lesson to learn, 'assigment' to do, 'projects' to present and most of all attitudes to be adjusted.
I can't say I have played my part very well or have been faithful enough as doing His will or living up to His word is concerned. But am trying to get back on track and hopefully catch up from where I left.
The year is almost coming moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1102686731784212062004-12-10T16:39:00.000+03:002004-12-13T18:43:18.886+03:00Saw this quote by Roosevelt (sp.) and just had to share...
Who counts?
"It is not the critic who counts: not he man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1102423895094577362004-12-07T15:37:00.000+03:002004-12-07T15:51:35.096+03:00Desire
Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The water’s higher.
Desire
With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire
You know me. You don't mind waiting.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1101828653083647662004-11-30T18:26:00.000+03:002004-11-30T18:30:53.086+03:00MY......
My feet are cold
My lips are warm
My mind is restless
My heart is contented
My faith is indomitable
My promise is true
My intentions are pure
My love is noble
My views are multiperspective
My heart is unidirectional
My beliefs are diverse
My ideas are well versed
My compassion is universal
My goodness is unconditional
I may be complicated
But in love I'm simplified
.......
Becausemoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1101807404108525832004-11-30T13:34:00.000+03:002004-11-30T12:36:44.106+03:00IF - by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting;
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating;
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1101400484927062102004-11-25T19:15:00.000+03:002004-11-26T19:09:37.900+03:00STRANGER TO MYSELF.
Yesterday it hit me that I have been spending lots of time, money and energy trying to understand myself and know the real me. At the same time trying to make others understand me and appreciate me for whom I am.
Alot of this energy and time has also been spent trying to fit in with my self and others, and in the same way try to understand them as well and appreciate them. moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1101399119928997142004-11-25T19:10:00.000+03:002004-11-25T19:11:59.926+03:00LAWYER: "Have you any grounds?"
POLE: "JA, JA, an acre and half and a nice little home with 3 bedrooms."
LAWYER: "No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?"
POLE: "It is made of concrete, brick and mortar."
LAWYER: "Does either of you have a real grudge?"
POLE: "No. We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one."
LAWYER "I mean, What are your relations like?"
POLE: "All my moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1101141018702887262004-11-22T19:26:00.000+03:002004-11-22T19:30:18.703+03:00Someone out there
You had gotten what you lust
I had given what you needed
I am the loser not giver
My heart had deceived my senses
My mind had ceased to function
At that moment
From the beginning
I was the disabled
You were the capable
The moment of pleasure
The instant of satisfaction
I had received
You had given
I have lost
The moment of intimacy
An instant of contentment
I had given
You moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100957239799745402004-11-20T16:06:00.000+03:002004-11-20T16:27:19.800+03:00Had a really bad night yesterday.
All this because of the youknowwho's ignorance and lack of self respect not only for herself but for the family.
Of late I have discovered thesaid person, no longer has any regard for themselves, or the fact that they represent a certain role in society and they are too old to be doing what they are doing.
All this made me yell at them last night, and talked moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100955426075293932004-11-20T15:56:00.000+03:002004-11-20T15:57:06.076+03:00To an English Friend in Africa
Be grateful for freedom
To see other dreams.
Bless your loneliness as much as you drank
Of your former companionships.
All that you are experiencing now
Will become moods of future joys
So bless it all.
Do not think your ways superior
To another's
Do not venture to judge
But see things with fresh and open eyes
Do not condemn
But praise what you can
And when you moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100681058332622762004-11-17T11:40:00.000+03:002004-11-17T11:44:18.333+03:00Crystal Clear
by Jaci Velasquez
When I'm a sparrow in winter
You are the seed I find
When I'm a heart with a splinter
Your whole blood, keeps me alive
If I could call you a color
You'd be the deepest of blues
If I had my pleasure of anything
You'd be the one that I'd choose
Now it's crystal clear I'm falling for You
Now that I can see the mysteries revealed
Now I'm coming clean
I can feel my moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100680821494876602004-11-17T11:37:00.000+03:002004-11-17T11:40:21.493+03:00Took this test and this is what they have to say about me:
Your Type is
ISFJ
Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Strength of the preferences %
33 33 11 44
ISFJ type description by D.Keirsey
ISFJ type description by J. Butt and M.M. Heiss
Qualitative analysis of your type formula
You are:
* moderately expressed introvert
* moderately expressed sensing personality
* slightly moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100533490201084372004-11-15T17:29:00.000+03:002004-11-15T18:44:50.200+03:00My views so far
Over the years I have come to develop faces, office face, home face, and even church face. All this because of the simple fact that I don't want pple to really know who I am inside and the person I can become. And this has made me more lonely, angry and fearful within to the extent I no longer know who I am from all this pretence and acting.
I sometimes ask myself whether the moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1100015929368777072004-11-09T18:43:00.000+03:002004-11-09T18:58:49.366+03:00Am trying to write a quick one and go home.
What A Good Boy
When I was born, they looked at me and said;
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said;
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.
We've got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1099065576053387752004-10-29T17:57:00.000+03:002004-10-29T18:59:36.053+03:00STAND TO BE COUNTED
I think destiny has choose me to be put in line, counted and taken to war; and what makes this more interesting is that the battle isn't with someone or with something else but with myself and the person inside me.
And if you ask me, this is what really bogs (sp.) me down and takes all my energy, strength and will from me. For the more I seem to fight this, the more I feel moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1098277272949533752004-10-20T15:42:00.000+03:002004-10-20T16:01:12.950+03:00TIMES IN THE BATTLE FIELD
I guess last night was among some of the lowest, sorrowful and distress moments in this young life of mine.
Not not did I see myself doing the very thing I distaste but I allowed myself to do it and let the flesh control me even after vowing to myself and the very pple who read this blog (if there are any) that I won't do it again.
All this coupled with feelings of moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1097856467448528972004-10-15T19:06:00.000+03:002004-10-15T19:07:47.446+03:00Countless Stuff
My life seems and feels to be having so many,countless stuff, which even me, I can seem to grasp, understand, comprehend or manage.
This has made me to live under the dictates of 'things_to_do lists',daili planners, diaries and reminders, since if I dedided to depend on my memory I usually end up forgetting every that I was supposed to do or I had planned to do that day.
And moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1097500731494116102004-10-11T16:18:00.000+03:002004-10-11T16:18:51.493+03:00THE AFTERMATH
Am still having difficulties as how I will start today's post and what do I want to say.
Well! the weekend is over but since today is a pulic holiday, there's no one here in the office except me, the computer, music playing in the background and the guards who are at the reception. So that means I have the freedom to make noise and put music this loud (can you hear it.....).
So moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1097253840058602632004-10-08T19:44:00.000+03:002004-10-08T19:44:00.056+03:00:):):):) Funny and Interesting Observations (:(:(:(:
A WEEK'S ENDING
Today has really been one of those days you wish you didn't come to work (I doubt whether this has been an option on my side!) and had decided to run away and be somewhere as far as possible from this place. I have been working since the first thing I came into the office, machines were breaking down like crazy and to make moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1097165934067586472004-10-07T19:18:00.000+03:002004-10-07T19:18:54.066+03:00this guy has a nice blog.moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1097165726989830122004-10-07T19:15:00.000+03:002004-10-07T19:15:26.990+03:00JUST A DAY
Am trying to see where I will begin this post and what do I really want to say! But then I remembered that this is not like a letter am writing and it's neither a speech am going to give, so there is room to be informal, open and free to indulge in the unindugables (if there is anything like that).
Well the day started on a busy and depressing note; guess is because I didn't take my moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1096992642225712782004-10-05T19:06:00.000+03:002004-10-05T19:10:42.226+03:00MY DAY
So many disheartening things (I didn't want to use the word 'bad' things) have happened to me to day and I feel like screaming, crying right now.
Its amazing how things can just start falling into pieces before your own eyes and there is nothing you can do about it, since its someone or something, that's beyond your control or realm that is calling the shots at that particular time.
moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1096730863194172542004-10-02T18:24:00.000+03:002004-10-02T18:27:43.196+03:00MY WEEKEND
So far what my weekend has had to offer me, I have no complaints.
After complaining and arguing with myself as to whether I should go to mrs.goodygoody or not, my inner man won and I decided to go, not knowing how it will turn out to be and with a running stomach whose cause am yet to know.
The MD finally decided to grant me the permission I wanted yesterday, so that meant having amoggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1096106548945536352004-09-25T13:49:00.000+03:002004-09-25T13:02:28.946+03:00EXPLANATION
Went to compassion today, and learnt that they are serious about departing me from the sponsorship program since according to them "I have reached the maturity age hence am old enough to be departed". Honestly I don't know what to say about all this since if asked I can't see what I have gained or is worth looking back at for all the 13 years I have been there. Am leaving not having moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729759.post-1095865055971701182004-09-22T17:50:00.000+03:002004-09-22T17:57:35.970+03:00Feeling like this
Still in the process of performing most of the changes that I had planned to implement one of them being putting my machine back to XP since there certain operations I need to perform, but I couldn't since I didn't have Xp. But now I have XP am sure I will be through by the end of this week. But I have to agree that Xp does have a nice interface though.
Today I don't I have moggalesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287noreply@blogger.com0