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Understanding is not agreeing Acceptance does not mean consent Knowing is not doing Hearing is not the same as listening Reading does not mean comprehension Tolerance is not acceptance Existing is not living Potential is not reality, it is a hypostasis, a possibility of what may be “if” the stars were aligned perfectly. Being wrong is not always a bad thing Being right is not always a good

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Before you confide in someone ask the person if they are willing to keep your confidence. Now I realize that some of you may bark at the idea of asking someone’s permission in a conversation before you disclose your concerns/conflict etc., and may go so far as to think that it is ludicrous and obscene even, it is not. I cannot tell you the amount of times I have heard,overheard, made privy to

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Yonge & Dundas in Toronto Entrepreneurial? What’s your take on an enterprising person? I sometimes observe some things that simply make me wonder. Here sits this dude, Caucasian, late twenties to mid thirties about 155-170 lbs, he seems in fairly good health yet here he established himself on the corner of Dundas and Yonge opposite Dundas Square in minus 9 cold, windy, freezing weather with 3

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Thank you RANDOM THOUGHTS for this VERSATILE BLOGGER award. I am blessed by your consideration, again, thank you. The condition of accepting this award is to first: Link back to the presenter RANDOM THOUGHTS Share 7 things about yourself I love reading, writing and photography I prefer the truth to lies even when it seats me uncomfortably I

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To my faithful followers, visitors and guest please forgive me for not commenting on your sites. The truth is I have visited but it seem BLOGSPOT won’t allow me to comment. I am not sure if the issue is only with me or with other users of BLOGSPOT as well. I try to visit everyone on my blog roll at least once a month or more if time allows as well as those first time visitors that share their

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Pass me dee thing deh What thing? Dee thing nah, over deh on dee shelf You mean the funnel? Yeah dah thing, dee funnel You know wah ah mean. Hmmm, mmm, right, sure I do Pass me dah thing right deh What thing? Dat watumah call it The what you may who? Dee big round thing right deh sitting on dee table Oh! You mean the plastic bottle? Yeah, ain’t dat wah ah say? Ahhhh……

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“Character is primary everything else is transitory” No matter who you are, where you’re from, your ethnic background, social class, religious practices and economic status, figuring out the kind person you want to be is important. D.S.B.Rhapsody©All rights reserved Art: Diva in Blue by Frank Morrison

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More money for bad service. TTC has raised it fares again, .10 cents, while this may not sound like much it adds up. Monthly pass is now $126.00 up $5.00 (Adult Fare) from last years $121.00. Seniors & Students is now $104.00. Now if its just you alone while challenging you manage by  readjusting your budget to accommodate the rate increase however if you are a household of 4 or more on a modest

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With some authors you cannot help but be inspired and moved into consciousness, today I share with you a slipette of Audre Geraldine Lorde's distinction between pain and suffering from “Sister Outsider" ... “Pain is an event, an experience that must be recognized, named, and then used in some way in order for the experience to change, to be transformed into something else, strength or knowledge

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If the content of your character is suspect, so are you. The beautiful thing is… it’s never too late to clean up your act, So check yourself before your wreck yourself and wreak havoc on everybody else. Mindfulness Thought   Character is developed, shaped and solidified by ones choices and acceptance of accountability and responsibility for errs in judgments with practiced follow-through in

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The best thing a "Man" has to offer is not between his legs, it is between his ears. The rest is just icing on the cake so get it right and don't get it twisted. D.S.B. Rhapsody © All Rights Reserved

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When it comes to Christmas I never get carried away, never the kind to buy into the commercialized madness I simply go about my day as usual. On the 21st I attended my jobs Christmas party. I left with two pretty cup cakes, one for my eldest daughter, one for my Godson’s mother.   On Saturday I baked bread-whole wheat, oats, honey, molasses and whole wheat, oats, honey, molasses, almonds, peanuts

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If... Roman',serif;">If I had a cent for every thought that races through my mind Roman',serif;">I wouldn’t have to work for a dime Roman',serif;">Waste my time trying to find creative ways to cultivate me time, Roman',serif;">Counting every dime to see if I have any for vacation time Roman',serif;">Wondering if I’ll have enough to treat myself to a bling bling #8000ff;" color="#8000ff">

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I choose to choose But even when I do not choose… Or Refuse to choose I choose Simply because… I Chose Not to Choose Aaah!!!! Decisions… Decisions…. Therein lies the dilemma

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Today I set out to spend sometime with my mom at my sisters as she was only up for a day. Her plans? To help my sister ready her house for Christmas, Before I set off to my journey I stopped by Al-Jannat and bought Chicken Biryani @2.99 with a small order of butter chicken for $1.00. Then I stopped into Giant Tiger a less than half a block away and bought a water for .33 cents, my total cost of

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Dreams Slaughtered, Mildewed by affliction, Soured by pain, Caged by oppression, Anaesthetized the passion once burned fury. Defeated, Hope lay slain. Blissfully unaware … Of the transformational renewing, The unfamiliar unimagined ignition, Of dreams, As it emerges, Triumphant and frighteningly hot, Fuelling passions once thought extinct. Written  2008 by D.S.B.Rhapsody/Rhapsody Phoenix ©

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“Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” This is one of the most well intentioned lie perpetrated against children/youths by their well intentioned parents, relatives and guardians in the aim to motivate them to rise above negative name calling/verbal bashing. But let’s face it, “Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” is a lie, it’s just

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So my plumber came and plumbed and my bank account plummeted. He fixed my pipes and drained my account

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Blessings … Be mindful of what you do (thinking out loud on plagiarism). Do you realize that one can innocently steal? It sounds like an oxymoron doesn’t it? But it is the truth, bare with me a minute. Example: You come across a fantastic passage in a book, a poem, a quote and you are really inspired, so much so that you want to share it, pass it on multiplying all that feel good energy. So

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On Friday afternoon i was waiting for the streetcar on the intersection of Dundas and yonge. The afternoon was cold. I was getting impatient not to mention cold when i began to look around for things to distract me to whittle away the time.  I had been standing there since 12:43 pm and it was fast approaching 5 after 1pm. The first distraction was the ALL CROSSING voice that seem to say, “All

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  When life deals you a blow that sinks you to your knees 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">All you can do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off and carry on.

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In the face of obstacles font-size: small;" color="#000000">Dream anyway font-size: small;" color="#000000">In the midst of disappointments font-size: small;" color="#000000">Dream anyway font-size: small;" color="#000000">In the shadow of despair font-size: small;" color="#000000">Dream anyway font-size: small;" color="#000000">In chaos and decay font-size: small;" color="#000000">Dream

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Some say love is the answer That love heals all things But … When is love not enough When does it fall short? Or … Does it? Most of us are familiar with Tina Turner's song..."What's love got to do with it" I mean my definition i have is attributed to knowing her past of domestic abuse since the love she received was interpreted with blows "beatings". So I kind of see her point or rather

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Sometimes in life there are no obvious solutions other than taking things one day at a time and from moment to moment. D.S.B.Rhapsody©All Rights Reserved

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“Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.” -Maya Angelou   Invest in yourself. Take the time to know who you are. It is important to know and understand your value and worth so you won't make the mistake of prioritizing others who only view you as an option.  Art by Frank Morrison

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I had an experience that reminded me of my grandmother. About two weeks ago I was buried up to my eyeballs in work when a dry throat and thirst prompted me to take a break. I decided to pause briefly to get myself some tea (a new habit am cultivating) when someone stopped by to say hello. She was heading in the same direction as I intended (the kitchen) when I thought to myself, 'why not ask her

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When caring for others begins to feel like a burden it is a sure sign that you are not taking care of yourself. You are just as important as those you care for. To ignore the signs of tiredness, exhaustion, when you are in lack and running on empty is to do things you will regret and say things you cannot take back. Exercise self care and take the time to give to yourself that which you need to

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Many of us are often guilty of taking better care of others than we do ourselves. We feel unloved when the same focus of attention and care we give to the ones we love and care for is not reciprocated, showered upon us. Often we hold others responsible for our happiness, our successes, and things we fail to do for ourselves.  The first step begins with “us” in caring for ourselves inside out

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Observation….. SEAT BY FORCE Sitting in the packed slow moving train, I searched for my fill-it-ins puzzle book to pass the time. The train crawl to a stop at the next station and people boarded the already packed train cab, seats were limited. There was one seat remaining between myself and another young slender Caucasian woman. “Excuse me, excuse,” came the sound and soon after a plus size

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I Choose small;" size="3">Georgia;">I do because small;" size="3">Georgia;">I want to Not because I have to Not because I must do Not because I should do Not because I am pressured to Not because of accolades I do… small;" size="3">Georgia;">Simply because small;" size="3">Georgia;">I choose to Do not assume I will always do I will do as I continue to choose to Until I don’t Then I won’t

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Advice, counsel, guidance, inevitable at some point in your life people will come to you for it whether it be friends, family, colleagues or complete strangers. When that moment comes there are just a few things you need to consider.   When giving advice it is always wise to remember that the person receiving your counsel has the inherent right to choose whether or not your recommendations is

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“Am Too Busy” Stop the excuses Make the time Take the time To share To care Friends and family won’t always be there Am too busy is not good enough Time won’t stop while you gather stuff Days, weeks, and months are passing All the while you don’t know what you’re missing Too busy dismissing Putting off things until … Until… Until…? Until when? Are you really that

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When life throws you a lemon … Make lemonade If you can’t make lemonade Pickle it, Clean your meats, poultry and seafood with it, Cook with it, Bathe with it, Use it as a deodorant, As a disinfectant, Suck on it to clean your insides (good anti-oxidant), Like life… There are many alternatives Don’t get stuck on the lemon D.S.B.Rhapsody© All Rights Reserved.

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Learning to be still at times is like trying to catch water with a sift. It is challenging, pitting what you know against what you want. The practice endeavours one to think critically about action, cause and effect. It moulds and teaches self-discipline, self-monitoring and self-parenting. It is a practice that is demanding when one first instinct is to react instead of staying calm, to roar

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Blessings all, not often I pass along an email, sometimes though when something tickles my fancy I like to share it and get some feedback on what you think. I have often heard women complaining about men leaving the toilet seat up (like I am sure most of you have or agree with) and becoming so entrenched in sports that getting their attention is equivalent to retrieving a steak from a hungry

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As a child nestled to my grandmother’s side as she read the bible (king James version) absorbing the word along with her scent and warmth I was at times frustrated with the words. I didn’t understand what I was hearing nor what I read. My understanding was infantile, in its infancy. My comprehension was literal and my grandmother ever indulgent would laugh her robust laugh, a sound that echoed

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Blessings. Today Is Award giveaway day. Below are the recipients and also the thanks you’s to those that awarded me. One rule, pass it on. Peace.The ONE LOVELY BLOG AWARD  goes to: DAY BY DAY WITH BETH MARIE Access denied-living with multiple sclerosis JOSEPH PULIKOTIL @ MAN ON THE MOVE RANDOM THOUGHTS KITKAT’S TALES NATASHA’S JOURNEY ENYBEE MUSING IN MY LITTLE CORNER MUSE

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If every time you’re engaged in conversation the other party have nothing to say… What’s the point? A conversation is reciprocal, A two-way dialogue jiving in synchronicity, It should not be like watching grass grow Or lying in wait for a hair follicle A short mutually stimulated exchange Is preferable to... A lengthy discussion inflated by extensive bouts of abhorrent silence

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When Giving Advice...First lets establish what advice really is.. Advice is just another word for suggestions, i.e. recommendations, tools whether theoretical or actual that you are sharing with someone on how to best deal with a particular person, situation and or subject. Offering advice does not mean that it will be applied, appreciated or even considered, it simply means that you have

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In the still quiet night Narrow',sans-serif;">I feel my heart beat Narrow',sans-serif;">Its rhythm Narrow',sans-serif;">Pulsating through my skin Narrow',sans-serif;">The sweet rhythmic melody Narrow',sans-serif;">In harmony with life Narrow',sans-serif;">Lulled by its steady bass Narrow',sans-serif;">I drift … Narrow',sans-serif;">I rise Narrow',sans-serif;">In the still of the quiet dawn

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Sometimes in life there are no obvious solutions other than taking things one day at a time and from moment to moment. D.S.B.Rhapsody©2008 and beyond - all rights reserved

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If you cannot be your authentic self in all your relationships, then you are setting yourself up for a life of dissatisfaction and misery. Suggestion? Keep it simple, uncomplicated and real. Bare in mind that being real does not mean being rude, disrespectful or dishonest, it simply means being your authentic self, whatever or whomever that is.   As for me… I am a perfectly imperfect,

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He, Tong Phuoc Phuc has turned his home into an orphanage taking in babies unwanted for one reason or another, he asks for no money. He cares for 50 of and has given them all his name. He is a father of 50. Tong Phuoc Phuc also collects the unborn foetuses and sacredly buries them by digging deep into the ground and then cover with cement (to prevent smell) then cover with sand and put a flower.

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So I am experimenting with night photography, playing around with my camera samsung compact W700. Discovery - flash isn't always a good option. After attempting a few shots with I discovered that the photographs were better without, it was a matter of composing the frames I wanted. I had my tripod and took these photos. Taken between 8:45 - 10:40 pm. Taken from 7 feet above. Taken in

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LADIES When you are wearing your batti-floss (thongs) with your micro minis, please consider the person that maybe standing behind you on the escalator and remember you cannot bend over, you have to stoop lady like to keep your assets (backside) from being on display. Mercy, that is a little too much show and tell and it isn’t pretty if it dirty as hell. The purpose of a bra is to LIFT &

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Let’s meet and talk We met, We talked, You talked, I listened, Paid attention To the reciprocal conversation I learnt, You’re married… With children And I understood. You’re skulking away to see me The respect falls away Discarded like rotting meat Putrid … As you sing the old standard We are together but not “together” We live together like “friends” "She" (who has no name, no face) “She”

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First leg of my commute: On the Bus to the Subway Boarding the bus with a smile and a cheerful, “good morning,” while flashing my pass I settled myself into a seat for my ride to the station. The driver chatting with another fellow driver stopped at Marion Road. The driver still in conversation with his colleague checked Metropasses, Student IDs, tickets, tokens and cash fares paused in his

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Beneath the skin I am as you are HUMAN Not the stereotypical fallacious propaganda Don’t get lost on the color Judge by character D.S.B.Rhapsody©2009/2010/2011

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Forgiveness, a concept (easy to say) verses practice (hard to do)? Concept: to forgive, forget, move on. The trouble is with the concept of forgiveness one can pay a whole lot of lip service to the idea, talk righteously about granting absolution, and sermonize to every Tom, Dick, Harry, Larry and John about how people should forgive and forget and just move on. Often one is told by well

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Basking in the tranquil morning I sat thinking, updating my blogs As the rip roaring sound of the fire alarm Punctuates the stillness The peace shatters Ruptured by the incessant screaming of the alarm The creativity is shot, Flowing thoughts interrupted Had to get up and do what is warranted I save my stuff Turn off the computer Grab my pants running upstairs Hopping from one leg

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True friendships (the kind where people sacrifice for each other & support you through life’s troubles) seem like a thing of the past, more and more I hear people complain about their many disposable friendships and the difficulty they experience forming true lifetime friendships and for the first time I truly begin to understand what Aristotle was talking about when he theorized about the

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It is wise to learn how to choose one’s battles To understand that… Not every thought has to be voiced, Call has to be answered, Battle has to be won, Every discussions become a heated debate Or dissolve into arguments, Sometimes… It is wiser to be silent Better to agree to disagree And recognize that It is not always about being right or wrong, Winning or losing. Sometimes… It is just

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They sauntered up the subway car breasts hanging loosely, swinging haphazardly from left to right like a pendulum on a grandfather clock on their chests and bellies in white t-shirts that has long since lost their whiteness and seated their selves front to side/back across from me. The smaller of the two sat facing front while the other sat with her back to the other’s side and leaned in. Their

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I was sitting in the train with my daughter conversing about all manner of things when a couple who appeared to be their late 40's early 50's entered and lovingly squeezed their selves into the seats directly opposite my daughter and I. The man raised his arm and put it behind the woman’s head and she scooted closer to him as they giggled affectionately. I smiled to myself as I watched the

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Failure is not failure but directional guidelines to life. Each time you fail it is telling you specifically what is not working. It is the gifted opportunity to change, to try something new, other scenarios & avenues.IN OTHER WORDS... It's life lessons i.e.: Failures are the footsteps/ladder to success if you are open to learning the lessons inherent in the experience. It is not about how much

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Life goes on It halts for no one It is not empathic It is unfazed by the human condition It dispassionately proceeds Unaffected by tragedies, Unencumbered It is free, From the maelstrom burdens of pain, … sorrow, guilt, failures and malcontent. An intermittent plague to the human psyche Life goes on in spite of… Regardless of…. The only control one has Is in deciding the quality in which

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It is often said and believed that wisdom comes with age. The general thought is that true wisdom lies with the old. I beg to differ as I have found a lot of old people that are obtuse and I have found that wisdom is more discernible in those (old and young) whom are unafraid to examine not only mistakes derived from their own poor judgments but the pitiable choices of others as well. Hence I

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I am... Enough Today. Tomorrow. The day after that, And The day after that, And All the tomorrows beyond the tomorrows I am Enough Perfectly imperfect and loving it A fabulously loving work in progress Enough Am I  Until I die I am Enough! D.S.B.Rhapsody©2008/2009/2010/201  Gratitude Journal - What are you thank for for today? Share it &

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"Respect is a two way street not a one way lane." D.S.B.Rhapsody©2010/2011 RAINY SUNSET It’s no secret I love taking pictures and one of my favourite thing to photograph is the sunset. Running through the rain today I had a special treat with the hues of colors splashed across the sky. Of course i wish i could move the buildings and trees out of my way so i could get an unobstructed view but

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Often when we are caught up in life's challenges we are so enraptured in the journey that we forget to pause and say thank you. We begin to take the things and people in our lives for granted and we fail to introduce grace into our lives. It is the spirit of creating a space for "Grace" in my life that I open  this his Gratitude Journal, to remind myself to always be grateful to remain humble

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A co-worker got a pen stuck inside our printer. He started to try and remove the pen, but I told him we don't have time for that now, just put a note on the printer telling folks not to use it and then report it to the Help Desk. So he grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled on it. I left before he finished the note. About 20 minutes later, one of my techs comes in laughing and says he was just

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I was travelling on the train to work one morning when I encountered Paulette an opera singer. I sneezed and was searching fiercely for a tissue. I was about to give up when I remembered another compartment in my purse that may have one. I looked and hit pay dirt; it was a large napkin, since it was the only one I had I tore it in two and put the other half back in my purse. She (Paulette) looked

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If you cannot be your true self, The person you are to the core In all your relationships Whether it be friendships, Marriage, Family, What is the point? Why are you there? If not to keep it real, Be real and make it better, Why are you there? What motivates you to stay in a state of relationship decay? To die a thousand deaths each day ... Till the soul of your faith

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Negative energy sometimes travels… On the heels of a friend On The shoulders of a stranger In the smile of a colleague In the hips of a lover In the arms of family It transfers itself instantaneously Adhering to our vulnerabilities Insecurities Self-doubt Feeding on … Shame Self-loathing Suffusing a flow of negative thoughts Intent on… Invading Impregnating Contaminating A peaceful existence

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Each time I rise, I say thank you. Each time I smile, I say thank you. Each time I stand, I say thank you. Each time I triumph over fear, I say thank you. Each time I cry, I say thank you. Because… I get through Because… I know that hope is energizing Because… I know faith works Because… I know that the Divine has bestow upon me, Infinite possibilities in the opportunities to

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THE PENETRATING ASS DIGGER He stands waiting for the bus, his back to me I cannot see his face but what I see i wish i didn’t. He scratches his ass once, I though oooooh k….. then he scratches again this time longer, my face in a mask of this disgust as his itching gets deeper and deeper and more intensified. I thought,  ‘danggggg….you didn’t wash your nasty ass this morning or you would NOT be

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People are oblivious to others and the information they disseminate by virtue of speaking on the cell phone in public. On the bus, on the train, in the streetcar, on the ferry, in just about every public place one can fathom. While I too have a cell phone that I use primarily to keep in touch with my family and check messages on work I don’t publically engage in private conversations or speak

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LOOSEY GOOSEY She walks with her arms up, chin resting in her palms and her fingers working steadily. As the crowd shuffle along purchasing their items in the market she weaves her way through the people her hands concentrated to her mouth. As I got closer realize, she is fixing her dentures. Unsuccessful she pulls them out discreetly and exams them. I move along thinking, ‘I hope no one bumps

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I Started to #000000; font-size: large;">Then.…. #000000; font-size: large;">#000000; font-size: large;">I Stopped. #000000; font-size: large;">  #000000; font-size: large;">D.S.B.S. Rhapsody©2009-2011

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A man is showering up in a locker room  with his buddy when he notices his friend is very well endowed. "Damn, Bob, you're hung!" Jim exclaims. "I wasn't always this impressive; I had to work for it." "What do you mean?" Jim asked. "Well, every day for the past two years I've spent an hour each night rubbing it with butter.  I know it sounds crazy but it actually made it grow four inches!

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10:08 pm – Hallelujah! She is out of the O.R., she made it through surgery – that’s my girl, a fighter. All praises to the Almighty Divine. I am so relieved I can pee myself. Thank you all, thank you so much for your prayers and support. If I could hug you all now I would. Smooches . I am going to the hospital now. The nurses will be waking her and monitoring her closely. Graphic used is by

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3:00 pm  -  She is in the O.R. (Operating Room). Don’t know how long the operation will be.  *Sigh*.. I am on pins and needles.  Let’s Synchronize Our Prayers! 9:20 pm – she is still in the O.R. I am cooling my heels at work which is one block away from the hospital. I called at 6pm, 8pm and again at 9:20 pm. I am sure they are sick of me by now.

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8 am – 11 am the phone line is engaged. I smile thinking, ‘she’s on the phone.’ I check in with the nurses’ to get an update-nothing, no word on when the surgery will begin. I V has been changed. 7 pm, sitting here, no word; the doctor isn’t here, the nurses don’t know anything, anticipation mixed with anxiety hung in the room like a fog. Signing quietly I am thinking, ‘she has been sitting/

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An aneurism, A brain bleed, that’s the diagnosis. Cause of action a Craniotomy. Turns out yesterday was a day for tests, MIR etc,. Today is the day for the brain surgery i.e. the Craniotomy. Craniotomy, a surgical operation in which a bone flap is temporarily removed from the skull to access the brain.  Yeeeech…. Send all your prayers and positive vibes to my sistah. She will be going under this

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Today is a sober day for me, on the heels of some concerning news – my friend is in the hospital. While waiting to get through to the hospital i checked my email and received this email from a friend, it made me smile in a moment when i needed one. She is in recovery,“thank God” - had brain surgery. *Sigh* in the spirit of keeping the soul light I thought I’d share the smile…. EMAIL - VODKA

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Body Odour, Lord have mercy, it ain’t easy to bear witness, be subjected to or share the same breathing space with people who have offensive body odour, rrrrrrrr… i am ka-plunked, baffled and kafluffled by some people’s inability to smell their selves? i mean its safe to say they can not tell the difference because who voluntarily walk around smelling like a septic tank. I mean there is a huge

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Stop Feeding The Pigeon Trilogy [PART1] [PART2] [PART3]. Standing on the balcony this evening at 8:30 pm. I took a few picture of the sunset through the pigeon netting Its not hard to see the square grids of the netting. In case you were wondering there is pigeon shit on the ground, I had to play dough the shit, “here ah shit, skip, there ah shit, skip, everywhere ah shit shit.” skip, skip. *

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Yesterday proved to be an interesting day picturesquetically, is that a word? oh well is now. Any who, here are some of my visuals.  PERMANENT PANTYHOSE. This is my pic for photo of the day. Summer is here and the close evaporates. This photograph began my day, I call it permanent pantyhose as the woman has the styling rendition of a pantyhose tattooed the back of her legs.       A HELPING HAND

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The Final Outcome [PART1] [PART2] I have been relaxed with a Cheshire cat smile plastered on my face. ‘I won the war’ I thought, albeit a bit battered and bruised, still I won the battle. I waited knowing it was only a matter of time before the winged pests swooped in cooing and attempt to walk across my balcony as is their custom in either the eastern or western directions to their nests as is

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The saga continues (part1).  Well I’ve investigated, I’ve  had the bird netting installed , it cost me $200.00 with taxes ($213.00). The contractors were fast and efficient,  I am relieved from the jumping up and down screaming and shouting, ‘GO AWAY! GO AWAY! ‘ while waving frantically and banging like a bloody mad woman on the glass sliding doors. It was a bit too much for even for me, heaven's

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I wish people would not feed the pigeons. There seem to be a belief (by the perpetrators) that feeding pigeons is a good thing; it is not! In fact nothing could be further from the truth. Please do not misunderstand me. I do not hate animals, in fact I admire them. I grew up with them all around me and I don’t think anyone should be allowed to deliberately harm them however my admiration for

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This week as last week are a series of long days. Tuesday was especially long because I had to attend a Job Fair (JF) at Toronto City Hall located at  100 Queen Street West. My assistant a dynamically fabulous woman helped me set up the table as we readied ourselves for prospective professionally trained Language Interpreters to submit their resumes and certifications for considerations. 

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Have you noticed that fun has become a six letter word for STUPID? I often hear people talking about going to clubs and having a blast, yet they cannot recall a single moment of  this   “supposed”  FUN pass the fifth beer or any other alcoholic beverage. i.e. “fun” it seems is the key term for getting drunk, plastered beyond cognition.  Interesting isn’t it? What I want to know is since when did

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What's my peeve you ask? BAD BREATH! People please, please, please, in the name of all that is Holy, please brush your damn teeth! Mercy! it only takes, what, 2 minutes? Incident 1: Face Full of Stink Do you know how irritating it is to walk up to a sales person in a department store and ask for assistance and get a face full of stink air so bad it paralyzes you until you get amnesia? Its an

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Victoria Hospital For Sick Children Opened in May 1892, It was the first hospital in Canada designed exclusively for paediatrics that incorporated innovative techniques such as X-rays in 1896 and a milk pasteurization plant in 1909. The hospital left the building in 1951. It is now the state-of-the-art Canadian Red Cross regional blood centre for Toronto and central Ontario researching, testing,

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Good advice is good advice no matter the source. Do not get so carried away with the source of the information that you stop listening, to do so is to render yourself deaf, dumb, blind and stupid because you miss the lesson, the opportunity to learn and grow. Confucianism: “He, who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger” –Confucius.

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Panhandlers (a pretty name for beggars) here, there, and everywhere… He looks old, posture stooped as he sits on a bucket by the CIBC bank, a harmonica in one hand perched up against his lips playing non-melodically with a Styrofoam cup in the other hand shaking periodically as he pauses to say. “Spear some change?” Dressed casually a young Caucasian male in his early to mid thirties

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I had a plan I thought I had a plan And then… Life happened D.B.S.Rhapsody©2009/2010/2011

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Today Tuesday June 21st is National Aboriginal Day (N.A.D). It celebrates the heritage, many cultures and achievements of Canada’s aboriginal peoples.  Today every province in Canada celebrates N.A.D. In Toronto the celebration happened at Dundas Square. I wasn’t able to attend (BIG BOO) because I had to work. After seeing my mother off I walked across to Dundas Square from Bay Street to take in

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So I took a personal day away from work to spend with my mom and decided on my trek through Scarborough to take my friends digital camera that she is currently having a love/hate relationship (not on speaking terms) with and do a diagnostics of sorts in an effort to grasp the scope of her digi cam issue. On The Bus 86 Bus to My Sister’s I had forgotten about the camera in my bag until the bus

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On the wind of a sigh Crouched silence unfolds memories of you It travels calmly down my face Its salty flavour conveying the vividness of your laughter Stillness pervades On the wind of a sigh The breeze feather like touch whispers your kiss I feel you drip from my chin Seep into the groove of my neck Lingering On the wind of a sigh Your energy gathers momentum To a determined destination

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Remember when you were growing up and you were peppered with stories from your parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents, that began with “When I was your age” and you would inwardly groan, roll your eyes and say under your breath ‘here we go again?’ I know you know what I am taking about. Have you noticed when you started using the same phrases, getting the same look from your children,

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TODAY 7:05 am: Good Morning Sunshine – Admiring the sunrise as I wait for my mom and sister.     7:15 AM - ON THE ROAD – DRIVE VISUAL 7:30 AM – BUILDING A VIEW Waiting with my mom before she takes off 595 Bay Street (Dundas & Bay)Building South on Bay St. in between College & Dundas 8:05 AM - STROLL THROUGH CHINA TOWN Dragon City Mall (Dundas & Spadina) Dragon Pole on east corner of

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HOLLEY HOLE Really?  Obviously by her posture she couldn’t feel the hole in her crotch area. I don’t know how though since its large enough to drive a train through. Ah mean dang!!!! lady close your legs already.  I know am bad right, but hey am not the one sitting with my legs spread eagle.   WEAVE NEST MESS Lets take a moment here and learn from this hair weave fore par. Lesson,   when your

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Today was a cloudy day. I went for a walk and ended up at Walmart, there I indulged in my guilty pleasure of gadgets exploring, more specifically cameras. Since someone absconded with my compact digital my everyday sidekick I wanted to replace it with another. I opted to stay within a moderate range, nothing over $140. I found just the thing although it wasn’t what I truly wanted (its not in

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Summer heat is here and the clothes is coming off. People are wearing as little as possible and some of it is frightening. This is the season for “Skanky Wear.” As people show off their tattooed bodies instead of clothing, some of it is like comedy relief from the heat. Another aspect of summer is the fashionistas or so they call their selves. People tend to be very ahhhh…for lack of a better

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I am sitting here propped up in my bed writing by fading light with my light pen – a gift from my mom. I scroll across the pages in the semi-darkness. There is no electricity. The only light is the fading daylight coming in from my bedroom window. It tells a story of zero current, as the usual regimen of lights is absent. Strange how darkness brings silence, it’s as if the darkness absconded

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Life is filled with ups and downs. The trick is learning how to be fluid and move continually between the ebb and flow of triumphs, tribulations, stillness and awakeness while noting the jewelled lessons crowned within each experience lived and witnessed. D.S.B. Rhapsody ©2009/2010/2011

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I call them modern day torture devices my daughter and others like her call them “shoes”. Ah no. At a resent event to pass the time I took some photos of “shoes” for my daughter, she came in with her own shoes for me to photograph and asked me to blog about it. So this blog is done is sweet duress. Photos of Shoes “modern day torture devise”   My daughter’s Shoes My conclusion

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Cellphone Case: I thought I had seen everything until i saw I an asian gentleman pull out his cellphone and proceeded to dial. At the corner of my left eye I saw what looked like plastic, I thought to myself, ‘no way, is that a ziplock sandwich bag he is using as a cellphone cover?’ I turned around fully as if to look for the streetcar as i waited by the stop and sure enough it was a ziplock

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