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Oh, you mysterious maiden.
You make a man know that
He is known..
I suspect that you've made
Many things in the realm
Of your spirit
Perhaps the knowledge of
Your heart must be relegated
To the Stars in this world
But your spirit is a golden
Thread bonded by an
Eternal clock
It's three thirty where I live
But the magic in your eyes
Is twelve midnight.
Cafe
To the sweetheart I know
as Ashlander..

Well looks like i want find a compatible wiman up here....ill have to change my profile later....im just blogging for now on out

What is the single that sets your heart razing.....

i am totally falling in love with Ireland woman, she daily do blogs and read , but she is not understanding that how much i like her, i am feeling like crush now a days

why it is soo difficult to find true woman in life? i don't like girl i love to make relation 38 to 58 year woman

i am ready for tonight playing with women , start from pubs , lips and dip , women are ready for it tonight with me? your shah is here only for one

I unintentionally looked back, forgetting for a second about the club sandwich I was eating while walking on the roadside. A small kid, who most definitely was weeping over something, suddenly stopped weeping and his facial expressions changed gradually 180 degrees from SAD mode to HAPPY one. In a matter of moments he was as happy as he was never SAD and his mother, who might have been trying for “ages” to make him smile, seemed relieved enough (well actually the way she hugged him told me that)

It seemed as if the story ends here and “they lived happily ever after” wali situation ho gyi hai. Kid is happy. Mommy is satisfied. What else we need? This ELSE intrigues the real story…

It took me less than a second to realize that this story is not about the mom, not about kid. It is about that ELSE, the clown and about US. Kahani toh bohat puraani hai, itni puraani k jab se insaan ka wajood hai.

Clown made that kid smile and that’s it. what about clown? Is clown happy? Nobody wondered neither kid nor mommy. Why would they anyway? Clowns don’t weep. They are happy by default. At least their funny faces suggest that ….This is what it seems but behind that mask is the hidden story nobody would interest much.

Every clown has a story, untold and unheard…. and we are all clowns, aren’t we???

I smiled a hollow and moved on eating my club sandwich

]We were just talking

Shafqat: Hey u did it, “CONGRATULATIONS to you”
Sunshine: CONGRATULATIONS? for what? I haven’t had anything to be congratulated for.

after a pause….

Shafqat: What? Thank GOD, Thank GOD
Sunshine: Now this what for ?

Shafqat: because I didn’t congratulate you from heart
Sunshine: Ok,but why being Thankful to GOD for that?

Shafqat: hmmm… I am thankful becuase if it would have been ur success and if then I would have told u that my CONGRATS is not from “heart”, there was a fair bit of chance that YOU MUST be HURT

Sunshine: But …. y it wasn’t from heart? tell me
Kazim: (after a couple of moments) I DONT KNOW.

Now I am figuring out that “dont know”. Why my CONGTRAS became so fake for a person who I regard alot. Why I felt in a gist of seconds about the counterfeit feel of my greeting.

U know I thought a lot. It seems as if I have been walking a dark road to figure this out where my mind couldn’t walk along with me anymore and parted his way and then, my savior, my heart came from an unknown direction and held my hand, smiled and said

“Shafqat! This may sound IMPRACTICAL to u but sometimes HEARTS speak and PEOPLE are silent. SUNSHINE was unaware YOU were unaware but SUNSHINE’s heart said to YOUR heart” Hey! dont wish. It is not my success. YOUR heart listened and stood silent.So that’s y, it was just the “body” not “soul”in the greeting”

Isn’t it strange?????[/i]

It is a pattern.

Women start a conversation.
When the are off this site and contact in an other way,
chats for a while first,
a vague photo, than
and that always ask for help, money , support.

AND, never a working video cam.

Or, it is getting bad in the world
Or most of the women here are african( most of the time) scammers.

Most women also seems to be more religious than the pope.
But they do not know what they talk about and have very bad knowledge of their believes.

Welp, here I go again.
I went through some kind of hellish things a few years back, and I coped by spewing all of my angst online. For some reason, journaling just to myself doesn’t do the trick - apparently I need a more public (if anonymous) confessional.

Anyway, I moved across the country away from the Terrible Things - to a beautiful place and a fresh start. I didn’t feel the need to write any more.

But then…there came some more Terrible Things. I dealt with them and squished those annoying feelings down, down, down. This is always my preferred strategy.

Unfortunately, squished feelings like to kind of ooze out sideways. Maybe you develop an autoimmune disorder. Maybe you get shingles. Maybe you can’t sleep without a pill.

So you see a therapist, who confirms that yucky feelings can’t stay squished forever, and we begin the process of un-squishing. Unpleasantness, that!

Therapist lady asks what I do to cope when Terrible Things happen. I’m at a loss, because when the Terrible Things come, I’m the one who has to fix it, to rescue my pups. No time for coping!

Then I remembered about pixel-venting. How it felt kind of good letting all that go, and allowing it to be read by folks who have no idea who I am.

There is no such thing as happily-ever-after. Sometimes you have to physically escape a bad situation, but the bad things don’t stop just because the geography changes, and those squished feelings…they definitely follow you.

So I’m gonna try online catharsis again. If anyone reads it, they may find it whiny and self-absorbed. They may find it horrifying. They may find it entertaining.

If it bores or annoys you, I apologize in advance and encourage the reader to scroll on by. Otherwise…enjoy!