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  • Unity Makes Strength, Disunity Makes Us (part two)

    September 3, 2009

    • In this thread of thoughts, I can also feel sentiments towards my home, my home town, my homeland. Yet, despite the theoretical fact that these are my home, my home town, my homeland for the circumstance that I have been born there, I only truly recognize them when via sentiment. If I cannot experience my bond through my feelings then it is an artificial recognition, ink on sheet of paper.The ...
  • Unity Makes Strength, Disunity Makes Us (part one)

    August 27, 2009

    • To finish the theme of the previous two classes and complete a peculiar trilogy, I am going to draw few final lines on the question of relations between people inside and outside the same boundary. I find it illogical, though explainable, when we tend to accept and behave to each other as foreigners rather than kindred, as belonging to different worlds rather than a common one, and experiencing ...
  • Not to Shoot the Sheriff, not to Kill a Mockingbird, Just to Try Few Words at Them

    August 20, 2009

    • Sometimes, not to say it happens frequently, I slip into abstract ways of expressing my words and therefore my thoughts begin to seem obscure. It is because I see the principle and basic out of a specific situation and it is a hard task to present this in short. However, when I decide to be particular I can be quite. So, I am explaining clearer now what I was meaning with my previous ...
  • Your Honour, Mister Presley

    August 16, 2009

    • Today is the anniversary of Elvis Presley’s demise and as a sign of respect to his memory, I dedicate my classes of today entirely to him, to the "Big Boss Man", to the "King Of The Whole Wide World". The King of Rock. It was not easy to decide which to choose – a dynamic situation, some shortage of time and his great legacy. I have only been aware that when I find it, I ...
  • My Fixations?! Passions?! Obsessions?!

    August 6, 2009

    • 10:29 AM One minute ago. Her past… Fixation. One third lifetime spent on researching whether the Seed had been of poor quality or the Soil.10:30 AMThe minute.Her present… Passion.Crossroad left one determined step behind just one minute ago.10:31 AMNext minute onward.Her future… Obsession.Gold Rush to the Golden Mean. The Seed is spending on her new found Ground of Blossom, long dreamt and ...

Comments I've Written

  • Re: What have I lost?

    "The check out guy says hi and how are you and I smile, a fake smile of response..." Mary, I usually feel uneasy to give answers to the "How are you??" question because I cannot lie "I am alright" wh
  • The ideal mate

    With the hope my delayed answer is not coming too late but promised, here it is anyway.
  • Re: Eternal Cycle

    I really thought this additional time necessary for easing my readers, but you have reassured me one thing that I had already been aware.
  • Re: Eternal Cycle

    Hi Rebbecca, Thanks for the interest, opinion and friendly reaction.
  • Re: Eternal Cycle

    Mary, thanks for the advice on the last line. A native English speaker's opinion on how the sounding could be polished and revised is very welcomed and taken in account.

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