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The answer has usually been yes whenever I have asked myself this question, although how many times I have asked it in my sleep I couldn't say. So, anyway, whenever I have thought myself to be awake, I have always treated it as a sign that I am awake, and the facts that I have had my senses about me and been capable or rational thought are things that I have always considered to be supporting evidence for my conclusion. But now I find that there is a school of thought that says you have to be a completely witless crackpot to be properly awake. This has turned my whole concept of wakefulness on it's head, and I don't know what to think any more.

I think I will need to sleep on it.

In following my blog from yesterday, I figure life is like horse riding. That it can be a great ride if I want it to be.

That sometimes your ride it at a full out gallop, fearless.

And others, it's an enjoyable smooth canter and over way too quickly.

Sometimes it's a choppy trot, but worth the experience.

Others, it's a slow, peaceful walk.

Sometimes you voluntarily dismount.

Others, it bucks and rears and you experience an Involuntary Dismount.

I learned it's not how you get off or on that matters.

I learned it's whether you do or not.

I learned that those Involuntary Dismounts taught me the most.

I learned that it wasn't how I landed, or whether I was injured or if my pride was just hurt or bruised.

I learned it was whether and if, I got up and got on again, and how I acted about it that mattered.

I learned it was how I acted that made a difference in whether the ride was enjoyable and smooth, or whether it was rough.

I learned that it's up to me to change my actions, to change the reaction and/or consequences.

I learned that dirt wasn't one of the four food groups, but that whatever dirt I ate, that sometimes, it was just part of the ride.

I learned that whining about it and blaming my horse didn't win any sympathy, respect, or friends, nor did it change the results of my actions.

I learned that my horse's behavior and personality mirrored my own.

I learned that what goes in, comes out.

I learned that there's always sh*t to shovel, and that whatever you pick up, it's easier to just dump it and focus on something else.

I learned that flinging it only leaves a mess and the likelihood of wearing it.

I learned that just because I carried a whip, didn't mean I had to use it.

I learned that sometimes using a crop was necessary, but brutality never was.

I learned that most times, a crop isn't necessary, but listening to what your horse is trying to tell you, is.

I learned that my horse was always glad to see me as long as I had treats.

I learned to leave any bad mood at the barn door.

I learned that if I could completely control my horse as long as I could control myself.

I learned from watching others, that you can beat a horse into submission, but they'll never respect or trust you and you'll never get their best performance, and that you can never trust them.

I learned that no matter how much I learned, that my horse could teach me more.

I learned that even the worst ride is better than no ride at all.

I've learned that the smell of a sweaty horse after a glorious ride is sweeter than the most expensive perfume in Paris.

I learned that in life, just like in riding, you just have to cowboy up.

Womens Day, 5 years ago was when I decided to call it quits with my then husband. A day I'll probably never forget. As years have gone by I've learnt to accept my decision and today still have no regrets. This process was never seen as a problem in my life but a challenge. A challenge I overcame.
As an individual I've grown emotionally, mentally and most of all more stronger spiritually. Today I'm proud to say I've learnt to be a father as well.

To all the singles out there from me to you - don't be afraid to start over it gives you a chance to rebuild something better

Wikipedia
The term "chimera" has come to describe any mythical or fictional creature with parts taken from various animals, to describe anything composed of very disparate parts, or perceived as wildly imaginative, implausible, or dazzling.

Google
What makes a chimera?
An animal chimera is a single organism that is composed of two or more different populations of genetically distinct cells that originated from different zygotes involved in s*xual reproduction. ... Chimeras are formed from at least four parent cells (two fertilised eggs or early embryos fused together).

Look Here?


Is this the future or current time at present?

I think of the Centaur (Sagittarius)...Most well known Chimera in Astrology...
Pig / Lion Mixes
Scientists generating human organs by creating Chimeras...It will truly not be human...if it's a mix, and then using it on humans, will create more Chimeras...

Who wants a half pig, etc heart and more?

Are we really that hard-up, or will you accept anything if you cannot find a human donor, just to keep living...is that life?

by nature we are shy,mean,cold,warm,weird,crazy,tough,kind,confused,
greedy,aggressive,confident,pettiful,cowards,naive,nervous
intelligent,selfish,proud,carefree sometimes the situation
forces us to be who are acting.
of recent some character tried to chat me up but I had him
one disturbing question poor me I got blocked hahahaha I
didn't mind his actions because he is one of a character that
never want to communicate ...
think he is so hard on himself and life at large though he lives
under pretence but he is stressed if only he communicates things could look way different .

Have you ever heard the name of "Helen Keller" . Helen Keller was an American author . When she was 19 months old , Helen Keller became a deaf and blind.Her deafness and blindness could not stop her . She was the first deaf and blind person Who had achieved the Bachelor of Arts degree. Helen Keller was able to succeed . Do you know how it was possible for her . Helen Keller was a hard worker. The greatest thing was she loved what was she doing . She loved her work . Helen Keller achieved the success through her Heart, Mind and Sprite.


Nelson Mandela has been imprisoned for 27 years by removing casteism from his country and bringing democracy back . He became president of South Africa when he was 76 years old . Nelson Mandela was able to over come because his mind and sprite , to bring back democracy to his country by removing racism .




Turn history . You will see all the monks were succeeding because of their hard work , due to respect for work ,and love for work .They give their mind and soul in the work to gain their success. They also failed but they learned from their failures. They did not give up .


The road to success is not easy . Make you goal bigger . If your goal is smaller then maybe your achievement will be smaller .But if you look bigger you achieve big success .

How to Take Care Of Your Face And your Skin In General ( baliciai"s Tips )

1 - Stay Away From The Sun.

2 - Drink Water 1litre a Day.or More.

3 - Use Exfoliating Wash By( Use It at List Once a Day) Lacura from (Aldi Store) For about $4 ( for only skin) Is "O "key for any type of skin)

4 - Use VitaminE Moisturising Lotions, Because its contain more water ( any brand not matter the price)

How To Use Exfoliating Wash?

Rub it all around your face, then wash it off with plenty water, do not dry your face!
The more water you use on your face, your skin will look better.

By Balicia



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Is there a center for the longing that I've felt for years? Is there a place I must go, or journey I must take; perhaps a lesson still to be learned? What can guide me if not my own intuition? How can I follow a path that I don't lay before me? So many questions, such a seemingly short period to recognize the extent of which my actions will benefit my comfort level.. How can I express myself in the manner I wish to? Let alone, to whom? Each other that I confide in loosely creates the whole which is my external opinion center. Alone is efficient yet lacking of purpose.. as is a shared soul I suppose.. all just a temp adjustment to relax on a different level of active responsibility. For either yourself or both you and partner. Lost is my name and forgotten my last.. or so it feels when thought about..

Thought it was that my equal had found me, distance being the only boundary; yet to know this in truth I cannot. Separated by time and space I wander aimlessly in hope of being awakened to my calling, that which is definite and precise.. The goal has fluctuated in the path that leads to it, and yet it is still one in the same..Love.. the only comfort that allows me to flourish. The guidance that once drove me to step back and create my life rather than simply live with the class the world had selected for me. That must be my divine inspiration, the end result of acceptance to the utmost extreme which I so foolishly lost.

Yet with this realization now apparent, it reveals that I have been waiting this whole time since admittance to the realm of love, to find it once more. One final time, the search may be my end, would it then be worth it? Even if the life ahead is only more time spent simply waiting? Alone in my attempt to share my endless compassion for another that will accept it.. It frightens me, the thought of being a lover and having no outlet to express my truest self.. I am awkward because I withhold my fullest emotions as if reserved for the lover I don't currently have.. My potential misplaced and unheard, merely forgotten before its ever witnessed.

Appreciation, trust, perhaps respect, these are the forms of fuel I run solely off of whilst I am without a stabilizer such as love to intensify the flames of willpower. Friends hold me together, aside from their knowledge in the part they play within my life, they are the keystone which keeps it all running as smoothly as they perceive it is. This vessel which is seen as the embodiment of me. I live for them now more than ever.. I share my ability openly to all their appreciative needs. I do what they need to be done to the best of my ability. I'm glad to help, as are they to receive it.

I only mean good for all, and yet sadly.. few will ever understand the full extent of which I strive to achieve this on a daily basis. I am what I am, what I become is determined solely by the hand of love & it's essence before me. Until then I will wander.. down which roads no-one knows.

I was wondering about this a long time,If you had the mind that you have now,and you were born again,what would be your goal in your new life?
As for me? I would make my 2nd life's goal to be a Long Distance Runner

....Sigmund Freud was way off on most things. But he had a few things to say worth listening to. One was p*nis ENVY, present, to varying degrees, in every woman ever born. Often begins in quite early years, after first seeing one of these miracle body parts, usually in another young family member, and saying something like, "hey world, where's mine?" It typically intensifies as soon as she sees her first really angry one. But I digress. The other was early work on the possible causes of neuroses. According to him, it was interpsychic (subconscious) unresolved conflicts, allegedly from intrafamily s*xual issues. In love with mom, and thinking of ways of rubbing out dad. Sure, mostly interesting stories, but the disorders do seem to exist. In my case, lots of longevity in the family genes. So why worry? May have another thirty years to annoy the ladies here on CS. What a country. Soooooo, why have I begun to scrutinize many of my activities of daily living, which I perform in a fairly efficient manner anyway, to save time my remaining precious moments, to waste time doing other things. Such as Blogging here? NEUROSIS. Hopeless, but not serious. Can't make this stuff up.