Kete

Mary Edmonia Lewis (c. July 4, 1844 – September 17, 1907) was an American sculptor who worked for most of her career in Rome, Italy. She was the first woman of African-American and Native American heritage to achieve international fame and recognition as a sculptor in the fine arts world. Her work is known for incorporating themes relating to black people and indigenous peoples of the Americas into Neoclassical style sculpture. She began to gain prominence during the American Civil War, and by the end of the 19th century, she was the only black woman who had participated in and been recognized to any degree by the American artistic mainstream. In 2002, the scholar Molefi Kete Asante listed Edmonia Lewis on his list of 100 Greatest African Americans.

Ora 2

E ke parasysh ndihesh mire gjithe diten e pastaj vjen ora 2 .
Mos merr vendime pas ores dy do jene nga me te keqijat.
Mos i fol ishit ne oren dy do pendohesh. Sa te shkoje ora 2 futja gjumit se e hengre.
Mos degjo kenge te trishtuara ne oren dy se re ndepresion, prerje damaresh. Gjithcka eshte qete ne oren dy , je vetem ti me mendimet e tua, je ti dhe uni yt. Nuk mund ti fshihesh.
Ora 2 e di cfare ti don me shume , por do ta perdori kunder teje
Ora 2 e di ke do , kush te mungon, e di kush je, cfare ke bere , ke ke genjyer dhe do vi te te gllaberoje shpirtin, ate pak qe te ka ngel
Thone qe karma eshte bushter, por nuk ka si ora dy . Ajo eshte bushtra me e madhe, pse? Sepse do te jene tashme veprimet e tua qe do te te kundervihen , vete vetja jote ne kete ore 2
Ora dy, ora dy…

woso *gays*

DISCLAIMER:I do not know any of these people, I do not claim to know these people, therefor none of this is factual information (except of course the McLeods who claim their love for one another on the daily) please don’t attack me if you don’t like someone I put on here:) If there is somebody missing or somebody that is a big no no to be on here message me and I will kindly fix it:-)

Erin McLeod(CANWNT/FC Rosengard) & Ella Masar McLeod(FC Rosengard)

-married

-aka mcmasar

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anonymous asked:

Pra deri n njefae pike je dakort me materializmin?

Shiko se une kam nje moter te vogel dhe nuk dua qe ajo te perfundoje me dike qe nuk mban dot as veten.
Pastaj materializmi nuk eshte dicka e prere me thike.
Besides kete “sna e var neve ajo o plak se i do cunat me lek kurva” zakonisht e perdorin ata tipat qe hane fara tek cepi i llotos dhe edhe sikur te ndodhte nje mrekulli qe te dilnin ne nje takim me kete “kurven” nuk do lidhnin dot dy fjale ose do ishin totalisht te merzitshem 😂

Nje nat si kjo do futem me vrull te shpia jote dhe do te them “ke pes minuta per tu ber gati” do ikim per pushime.Edhe ti do me thuash “nuk behet” me shikimin “me ne fund erdhe”.Dhe pastaj do nisemi ne kemb do vem ne veri,pa lek,pa drejtim.Midis te ardhmes dhe te kaluares ekziston dora jote qe shtregon timen,dhe kur te na haet do bejm vjedhje me arm per 4 sanduice dhe 2 coca cola te kilometri 90 dhe do ja mbathim me nje maune te kuqe qe ka neone qe dizen dne fiken.Ne nje parakalim do afrohesh te veshi im dhe do me thuash “jemi sundimtar te ides te lumturis” dhe do kthesh timonin papritmas.
Duke len mbrapa nesh nje kaos do vazhdojm ne kemb ne rrugica te errta duke pasur ne pran shoqerin e xhixhellonjave.
Dhe do pushonim te nje tok me bar dhe aty do shtriheshim lakuriq dhe aty do te recitoj me gishtat e mi papirusin e Darvinit,do numerosh me gjuhen tende te gjitha nishanet mbi trupin time,dhe pastaj do flet te perqafuar duke par mbashk te njejten enderr,kete qe ne po jetojm.“Duhet te ikni tani” na thot drita e agimit.
Do hecim rruges dhe do luajm me gjethet mbi tok,dhe pastaj do shikohemi ne sy duke qar per shum or,midis te ardhmes dhe te kaluares ekzistojn syt e tu qe po me shikojn dhe po qajn per te mijat.
Pastaj do cohemi,do lahemi,do zhvishemi si prositutet nga Roma e lasht.
Do vazhdojm dhe do vem te ndertesa me e lart te vendit,atje do kercejm si kercejn yjet per henen,dhe do me prekesh buzet me buzet e tua dhe aty ne do digjemi per njeri tjetrin.

Kur fillova ta dua veten time, u largova nga gjithcka qe ishte e keqe per shendetin tim, njerez, gjera, situata dhe cdo gje qe me ulte poshte dhe me largonte nga vetja ime. Ne fillim kete e quajta egoizem i shendetshem. Sot e di qe eshte dashuri per veten.

•Charlie Chaplin

Notes on flower shops

For anyone wanting to write about a flower shop, there is a lot of more or less easy to find info about how a flower shop ought to be run versus how it actually is run, the symbolism of different flowers and colours etc. 

This post is mostly about the retail side of things.


Selling flowers in a temperate region

In temperate regions, where people can see things growing in their gardens all the year around, they won’t spend much on flowers because they don’t see why they should. Many are genuinely surprised that there are commercial flower growers and assume a florist just has a good garden. These customers will also assume that things like greenery and baby’s breath are free.

Because their gardens are full of flowers, people will also call the shop out of the blue wanting you to buy some crap from their garden (usually cuttings after they’ve been pruning the magnolia tree, but sometimes flowers). These people can be belligerent if you decline because apparently them inviting you to buy their garden clippings is them doing you a massive favour and you should be grateful.

When people really spend big

In my country, Valentine’s Day isn’t as big a deal as it appears to be in some other countries. Most people will do nothing. Maybe you do something with your partner, but gift giving is limited. And, it’s a rare person who does anything for their friend or child. It is still the biggest day on the floristry calendar, but at least half the customers don’t actually care, they just don’t want their partners to yell at them. So, the budgets are maybe a bit smaller, most people going with a single rose rather than a dozen. 

Mother’s Day was when people got really mushy. Big budgets, lovey-dovey messages and, more importantly perhaps, customers were actually happy to be there. No one bought flowers for their mum with a scowl and an ‘I guess I better or I’ll get in trouble.’ Mother’s Day was usually a day to sell a lot of potted plants as well (particularly Chrysanthemums and Cyclamens).

One odd thing I noticed was that the (few) people who bought flowers for the passing of a dog would spend far more than a person buying flowers for the passing of a human. I once received an order for a massive bouquet in pinks and blues, with seven foil balloons in amongst it (four blue ‘it’s a boy’ and three pink ‘it’s a girl’), for someone whose dog had had puppies.

Having a shop near a hospital

If a shop is next to a hospital it’s going to have very different clientele than a shop in a mall- more of the customers are going to be in a hurry and stressed as they are on the way to see someone who is hurt, or sick, etc. And, a major hospital is going to bring more problems than a small hospital.

My shop was next door to a major hospital (and a short drive from two private hospitals and two birthing centres), so I was next to a brain injury recovery clinic, maternity ward and newborn intensive care unit, a psychiatric facility, and an emergency department with a helicopter bringing in patients from around the wider region, and all the other standard hospital stuff.

Most days, it was just a day. But other days…

People would run in with tears in their eyes, wanting flowers in a hurry because someone was dying, but refuse to take one of the pre-made bouquets or have something delivered. Then, they would be freaking out because they were missing out on their loved one’s final moments. These customers would sometimes try to ‘help’ you be done faster by making the bow for you, but they didn’t know how to, so all they actually did was snatch a length of ribbon of the counter and mash it up while you’re working on the flowers, and then you had to make a fresh one anyway.

Sometimes people would come in with food from the shop around the corner, and we didn’t have to heart to tell them not too because you could tell they had been up at the hospital all night, and they had only now thought of eating. We also had people come in with no shoes, or in their pyjamas (which actually wasn’t that big of a deal, as in my country ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ is really only for restaurants and movie theatres, not shops).

Patients from the mental health ward would visit my shop. Some were fine, they would just wander in for a chat and leave if you looked busy. Some would come to buy themselves something to pretty-up their room (one young guy casually said he wanted something for his room in the unit, then realised what he had just said and desperately tried to assure me he wasn’t crazy. I told him that I understood, sometimes people just need a holiday, which seemed to make him feel better). One tried to sell me pine cones he had picked up in the street, claiming that they were hand made in Turkey. So, mostly it was okay, but a couple of times we ended up having to call the hospital to come and remove a patient from our shop – not because they were bad people, but because they were having a bad moment and we weren’t equipped to help them.

Sometimes being next to the maternity ward meant stepping over a poorly cleaned up puddle from where a woman’s water had broken in the carpark. It was men shuffling into the shop moments after we opened, looking dazed, and buying pink or blue teddy bears and balloons. Women would come in, bouncing on the spot as they told you they had just become a grandma and spend ridiculous amounts on flowers and all the rest. Sometimes it was a tired and angry man complaining that the midwife had waited too long to summon the doctor and now his wife and baby were both in ICU.

Once, it was witnessing a very young pregnant woman crying while her family fought over who was going to have custody of her baby.

It could mean a single white rose for the top of a baby’s coffin. Maybe a balloon. Sometimes it was a small tissue lined box or a kete (a flax basket), purchased by a couple of quiet and sad looking women (I’m not sure how to communicate precisely who these women are … powerful, older female relatives who come to take care of things during difficult times … we just call them The Aunties). They were the ones who would come to find something to carry a stillborn baby home in.

Between August and October, it was almost impossible to overstock in pink and blue stuff, there would be that many births. Finally, we realised it was 8-10 months after the Christmas and New Year’s parties.

Helping customers with disabilities

I once had a blind man come to have something sent to his sighted partner’s work. This was the first blind person I had ever meet and I wasn’t sure how to proceed, was there any point in discussing colour, or would that appear ignorant/thoughtless? I needn’t have worried; he knew she liked pink. I gave him two teddy bears to hold so he could choose between them himself. I told him that his service dog was beautiful, and he said I could pet her!! That was a good day.

With a single step up into the shop from the street, the shop wasn’t fully wheelchair accessible, which would have been bad anywhere but was worse so close to the hospital. I once had to go outside to help a woman in a wheelchair over the step, which she had to talk me through because her chair was one of those low-backed ones that don’t have an obvious handle-part. Unfortunately, people using electric chairs couldn’t make it in at all, so I would go outside with a pen and notepad and sit on the step to talk them and hope they were paying with cash.

A lily by any other name

Maybe it’s just because people in my country don’t buy a lot of flowers, but I found that a lot of customers didn’t know what a lily actually was and would call any number of other flowers lilies. The most common one was people saying lilies when they meant calla lilies, it’s not surprising that they shortened it but it was confusing because the two flowers are very different and most people don’t know that they are shortening it, making it difficult to clarify which flower they are talking about. The best way to clarify was to out-right explain the problem and say something like, “When you think of lilies, do you think of a flower with five petals or one petal sort of curling around itself?”

It was important to clarify because, since their use in Princess Diana’s funeral, some people associate whatever flower they think lilies are with funerals, and then get really upset by you sending ‘death flowers’ to someone in the hospital after they had said no lilies.

People also confused cana lilies & calla lilies, orchids & lilies, and orchids & alstroemeria.

Deliveries

As I’m sure happens with any business that delivers, some customers seemed to think I had the Flash on staff. They would come in at 2 o’clock in the wanting flowers delivered that afternoon, to a town a good hour’s drive away (which I might have been able to organise by calling a florist who is closer and getting them to do it), but then they would also want the card they had hand written to go with it, so it had to come from our shop, oh, and it’s going to a school, so it has to be there before 3 o’clock. These customers would then be extremely angry that we couldn’t deliver it on time along with their card, and just couldn’t understand why there’s a problem because “Your website says you deliver there!”

Sometimes, people don’t know the delivery address. I once received an online order with the address, “Such-and-Such Road, flash house with red roof.” Such-and-Such Road is 20 kilometres long!  Fortunately, the flower delivery guy had already been out to a house on Such-and-Such Road with flowers from another shop and was able to confirm it was the same place by checking the name on the cards. 

Odd requests

I once had to send an order on to a town further north, with the request for a bouquet and 21 condoms. The florist I sent it to asked if they were to be inflated or in packages, I asked the customer, and they changed their mind about the condoms. We florists were dispositioned.

One customer wanted a packet of cigarettes sent with the flowers going up to the cardiac unit at the hospital. I explained that I couldn’t do that because,

 a. the hospital was a smoke-free zone and,

 b. I wasn’t licenced to sell tobacco products

She said, couldn’t I just hide the cigarettes in the flowers? And, I wouldn’t be selling her cigarettes, I would just be buying them and sending them for her, and then she would pay me. I tried to explain that wasn’t how it worked but she wouldn’t believe me. Fortunately, her credit card was declined anyway, so that was the end of that.

Carnations suck

You can’t sell carnations in bud; people think they are dead and complain. You can’t just explain that this way their flowers will last longer because the customer ‘knows what dead flowers look like!’

Brides who choose carnations make the florist look bad for using old lady funeral flowers.

Carnations also break super easily so are kind of a pig to work with. (My apologies to all the good little piggies for such a rude comparison).


Difficult customers

 The worst customers to deal with were flower growers, floral artists, and Rich People.

-  Flower growers will handle your flowers because ‘they know what they are doing’ which sucks, because as a general rule the more a flower is handled the faster it will die and they touch more than they buy. These customers will often be furious that they have to pay retail prices for flowers, even if they are not your supplier, because they know how much they would be paid for that many individual flowers. They ignore basic concepts around the added costs of middlemen between themselves and the florist, the florist’s right to make a profit, and the fact that not all flowers have cost the florist the same amount to get in.

-  Floral artists think they are better than florists because they are artists, not lowly tradespersons, and so bring in a shit-ton of attitude. They are the ones who use the Latin names of the flowers, which no one else ever uses, so they catch you out not being able to remember what a certain flower is called in Latin and act even more superior.

-  Rich People have an attitude. A Rich Person is someone who cares about money and wants you to know that they have it but doesn’t want to spend it. This is different from a rich person who has money but doesn’t care what you think of them and is happy to spend it on the people they care about. To stereotype a little, a Rich Person is a guy who parks his brand new BMW on the sidewalk, walks into the shop in a suit and on his cell phone, and then buys two $40 bouquets, one for each girlfriend. This Rich Person will often be followed by a rich person, a guy who wanders in with a friendly smile and spends $120 on flowers for ‘the nice lady from next door’ who he heard had a heart attack yesterday. Okay, so that’s not a situation unique to floristry, that’s just retail in general.

Fixing floppy flowers

Sometimes super fresh flowers will become soft really fast because of the weather, and you have to give them a spa treatment.

With gerberas and roses and some other things: wrap each flower in a tube of cellophane to give support. Cut about 2cm off the bottom of the stem, plunge cut end into really hot water. Little bubbles will come out of the stem. Wait until bubbles are gone, then place in a vase of lukewarm or cold water. Leave for at least a few hours, and hey presto, the stems will be firm and straight.

Anthuriums: submerge in cold water, preferably overnight.

Sunflowers: A bit of wire up the back can help, but it’s pretty visible and once the head drops the petals are going to curl and fall off. But, if you pluck out the petals the remaining head still looks pretty cool, and with a bit of wire, is totally usable. 

Sometimes, around Valentine’s day, in particular, your fresh from the supplier roses aren’t actually that fresh (suppliers might be stockpiling a bit to keep the flowers for when the price peaks because they are greedy bastards). So, to unscrew yourself and still have flowers to sell, use decorative wire to wrap around the stem, up and around the bud and back down. This looks cool and interesting to the happy customer, but also gives the flower extra support and stops that petals falling off for an extra couple of days.


A pox on weddings

Every woman you have ever meet will try to get you to do her wedding flowers at cost, or free, as a wedding present.

We’ve all heard Bridezilla stories, but a bride’s mother can be pretty rude too. I was the senior florist, so if someone wanted wedding flowers they needed to speak to me, but I have always looked young for my age. The bride would come in and we would go through everything and she would be happy. Then, she would bring in her mother who would walk straight passed me to talk to my business partner, who had 30 years on me but none of it spent as a florist. When pointed in my direction, the mother’s face would fall; a florist ‘younger’ than her daughter, oh hell no! I would then have to go back over everything, only this time it was while being asked condescending questions like, would I be removing the pollen from the lilies so the dress didn’t get marked? (Of bloody course I was! See the row of framed certificates on the wall with my name on them??).

Sometimes, people would walk in off the street wanting full and detailed quotes for wedding flowers done right then and there. One woman wanted me to “quickly knock up some free samples” while she just nipped out to the car.

People try to order wedding flower only a day or two in advance. I once had someone order “A bunch of 24 pink roses” That’s all he said, so I put together a massive bouquet to really show them off, as is normal, then when he arrived to pick them up a couple of hours later he just kinda frowned and asked “It that normal for a bride’s bouquet?” (No it isn’t, you bloody bastard!) So, I had to undo everything and remake it as a bridal bouquet while he waited, somehow squeezing almost an hours work into about twelve minutes, and then he didn’t see why it should cost more than the other version if it was the same flowers (never mind the wrapping that had now been thrown out, and the incorporation of wire and ribbons, or the double dose of labour).

Rasicim?! Really? Really!!?!?!

I once had a customer manage to be racist about flowers. This person rang me to complain that the flower in the middle of the bouquet her son had given her was too smelly, so much so that everyone in the house was being made sick by the smell. I apologised and suggested that for right now, she should remove the offending flower by pulling it straight up and out of the bunch to address the immediate problem. But no! She couldn’t do that because it would ruin the design. She continued to complain; what kind of stupid and irresponsible florist would sell such awful stinking flowers???!????!?!? This had gone on for a while, when it occurred to me that there were no strongly fragranced flowers in my shop that day, so I very politely asked her to describe the offending flower to me.

Based on what she described, it sounded like an Oriental lily, which we almost never stocked (because, yes, they are fragrant and that wasn’t ideal for flowers going up to the hospital like most of ours did). I explained this to her and very, very politely asked if she was certain the flowers were from my store.

“What did you say it was called?” she asked.

“An Oriental Lily.”

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised given how much it fucking reeks!”

(Oh my freaking god!!)

In the end, it turned out that she didn’t know where her son had bought the flowers (with no sticker with the shops name attached to the flowers, my pick is it was from a supermarket), so she was systematically working her way through the phonebook, complaining to every florist in the city.

 Story time

A story to reward anyone who has actually read this far…

A florist I used to know was working in her shop one day, and it wasn’t busy so she was day dreaming about Mr Right, wondering what he might be like and wishing he would show up already. The bell above the door rang, and she looked up to see a well-dressed man walking into her shop. She swore her first thought on seeing him was,

“Thank you, Jesus!”

He had a smile that could melt granite. He voice was honey. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. So, she took a steadying breath, and told herself not to get her hopes up, he was probably there to buy flowers for his incredibly beautiful and smart and talented wife. But, no! He was getting them for his mother. And yes! Now he was closer she could see he didn’t wear a wedding ring. Her little heart betrayed her, beating faster at the possibility of possibilities.

She asked for his name to go with the order and he said,

“Father [fucking] Chris.”

Kur mbaron nje pritje ose fillon nje mungese fjalet nuk mjaftojne kurre, atehere duhen perqafimet. Dhe kete stacionet e dine. Qe treni me i keq i humbur eshte nje perqafim i munguar.

Kisahku 1: Sauna ****2

Sbnarnya abg da lama nk g sauna ni. Sepanjang abg stay KL dlu, abg x pnah sekali pn pegi. Dgr mmber2 cite mcm best. Tp abg still x berani nk pegi. Skrg abg da pndah ke negeri lain baru terhegeh2 nk pegi. Hahaha….

Kisah bermula msa bln May ari tu, bos abg anta abg outstation ke KL. Keesokan harinya abg xthu nk wt pe. Jadi abg roger mmber lme abg kt kl ni ajk lepak. Kire lame la abg x jmpe dy ni. Dah jumpe tu abg luahkan hasrat abg sruh dy bwk abg ke sna. Mule2 tu dy tolak sbb dy ckp dy x suke ke tmpat mcm tu. Lg pn dy mmg x pnah pegi. Abg pn memujuk rayu dy siap janji yg abg akn jga dy kt sna. Patu abg ckp kt dy klau rasa x selesa kita cabut je. Hehehe.

Kite org smpai sne dlm pkul 6ptg. Smpai tu kite org duduk je dlm kete smbil tgk tmpat tu dr jauh. Smbil tu smpat gk kite menganalisis tgk org2 yg dtg tmpat tu. Ade mcm2 ragam, ade yg tua, ade foreigner, ade sotong celup tepung… isk3… dlm setengah jam mengumpul kekuatan tu baru kiteorg melangkah keluar ke tmpat tu. Mse naik tgga pegi ke reception tu mmg gigil gile… maklum la 1st time. Pas bayar semua uncle tu bg kunci loker. Pegi je loker ade la 4 5 org jantan tgh tuko baju. Rasa sedikit akward sbb mmg x pnah dtg. Buke je loker kteorg ambil towel dan tuko pkai towel tu. Tnpa menoleh kiri dan kanan terus abg ngn mmber naik tgga ke tgkt ats. Smpai ats kire trkejut la sbb ramai rupanya kt ats tu. Kwn abg dr tdi mmg berkepit non stop la ngn abg. Abg yg pd mulanya ketakutan tu da mula rasa ok. Prasaan horny da mengusai ketakutan abg. Hahaha. Dlm byk2 jntan dlm tu ade la sorg mamat melayu ensem yg menjadi buruan semua jantan2 keparat dlm tu. Kire mmg hot la.. even kemetot sikit dr abg, tp body mmg sedap la. Dgn sixpaxnye, kulit cerah, muke ensem, mmg semua org kejar la… then ade 1 mse tu, mamat tu tgh mandi kt shower, smua org kerumun dpn pntu shower tu.. mne xnye, semua trpegun tgk mamat tu bogel. Abg pn x trkecuali la prgi cuci mate.. mmg x d nafikan, abg pn stim tgk bubble butt dy… alahai…

Dlm pkui 7.30 mlm cmtu, tmpat tu da mule crowd. Mkin ramai dtg. Jantan2 sado pn makin byk. So mmg byk choice la. Mmber abg dr tdi dh ilang. Pas tgk jntan2 sado, trus ilang takut. Lahanat punye mmber. So abg pn mulakan lgkah la mencuci mata. Msa abg masuk 1 blk gelap berselekoh dlm tu, ade 1 kmpulan jantan keparat block jln abg. Abg x thu la brp org tp rasa dlm 4 5 org. D kepungnye abg, mule2 tu panik la gk. Then dorg trus raba2 abg smpai terlucut towel. D ramas nya bontot abg yg bulat ni. Abg jadi rimas terus abg tolak n slmtkan dri. Hehehe

Dlm pkul 9, bru abg perasan yg dlm tmpat tu ade jakuzi and mmg buka pkul 9. Abg pn pegi la buat lawatan sosial kt sna. Kt situ ade dua jakuzi, 1 yg kluar2 buih, 1 lg yg air nya yg tenang jgn di sangka tiada buaya… hahaha… dlm kolam buih tu mmg crowd la… ade dlm 4 5 org.. kolam yg biasa tu ade 4 org, trmasuk mamat hot yg mula2 abg jmpa tdi tu. Smua pkat keliling dy. Kesian abg yg x ensem ni, sapa pn x serbu. Hahaha… so abg ambk keputusan pegi jejln dlu. 15 mnt lpas tu abg tgk kolam yg berbuih tu cuma ada 2 org je. Abg tgglkan towel, cekup konek abg dgn tgn dan trus masuk dlm kolam tu. Smbil tu abg perhatikan 2 mamat sekolam dgn abg tu. Boleh tahan orgnya. Yg sorg kulit sdikit gelap tp muke mmg jntan abis. Yg sorg plak kulit cerah, tp tgk dr gaya mcm askar. Ape yg abg bley agk dorg mgkin bru knal sbb masing2 msih dok berkenalan. Abg stim plak tgk dorg main raba2 konek dlm air tu. Then abg dgr yg si gelap tu ajk couple dy pegi tmpat lain. Keluar je mamat gelap tu dr kolam, tenganga mulot abg. Pergh… perfect gile body dy. Dgn tgginye, bdan sado, bontot bulat, konek besar siot. Abg trus jadi x keruan. Then pastu si cerah tu pn ikot sama, bdan si cerah tu x la sado, tp ade shape. Btg pn sama besar siot dgn mamat gelap tu. Cuma melengkung ke ats. Pas dorg belah abg pn belah gk follow dorg. Abg perasaan dorg masuk steam room….

Masa dlm steam room tu tercari2 gk abg kt mna dorg lepak. Rupanya dorg ade lepak kt 1 ruang yg mmg bley masuk fit2 2 org je. Abg pn intai2 la ape dorg buat. Abg bley dgr dorg tgh mengerang2 sedap. Then abg curi2 tgk, nmpak la si gelap tgh kulom btg si cerah… abg mmg stim gile. Nk je abg terkam dua2. Grrrr….. tetiba ade mamat mne ntah sibok je nk ngintai gk.. then mamat berdua tu mgkin sedar then dorg trus blah. Tp abg masih x berputus asa. Abg still follow dorg. Abg nmpak dorg masuk lorong gelap. Dlm tu mmg abg x nmpk apa2. Smbil teraba2 jln tu abg dgr suara mengerang lg. Abg mmg yakin 100 persen tu dorg. Abg try jln2 dpn dorg smbil raba2 dorg. Then slh sorg tu tarik tgn abg n mntak abg isap konek. Abg pn apa lg, terus trkam la… abg bley rasa yg konek abg isap tu milik si cerah sbb bengkok ke ats. Abg trus la bukak skill hisapan maut abg. Hahaha… abg buat deeptroat n mgharap dy cpt pancut. Tp hampeh.. mulot abg yg lenguh sbb konek dy trlmpau tebal. Dlm tgh isap tu abg prasan yg si mamat gelap ade kt sebelah, n somebody sesapa tgh blowjob gk. Then abg nyebok2 rebut konek dy dr somebody tu… tamak kan abg… abg time tu mmg bernafsu abis la.. tp tu la, mkin lama abg bley rasa mkin ramai jantan lahanat yg menghimpit kite bertiga.. then mamat berdua tu ckp dorg kna chow… sedey btol abg x smpat nk rasa air nikmat dorg… abg pn akur dgn permintaan dorg. Then abg biar dorg kluar dlu, abg lap2 mulot then abg kluar trus pegi shower. Sblh abg, abg bley prasan ade mamat chinese sado tgh usha2 abg mndi.. abg pn buat2 x prasaan dy, smbil main2 sabun gosok bontot abg yg bulat tu. Dari ank mata abg, abg bley nmpak dy tgh main konek dy smbil tgk abg. Tp maaf la, time tu abg mmg da xde mood. Pas abg brsihkan dri semua, abg trus kluar. Nk d jadikan cerita berselisih dgn mmber abg. Trus di soal siasat abg. Hahaha… d tnya nya abg melacur kt mna… hahah… abg ckp abg x g mna pn… just lepak kt jakuzi je… hahha… then kiteorg trus trun ke loker dan tukar pakaian…

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*ni 1st time abg karang cerita abg. Maaf la kalau ada kesalahan kosa kata atau tatabahasa yg keterlaluan. Abg masih baru. Nnt abg akan ceritakan lg pengalaman yg abg pnah lalui spnjg jadi PLu keparat ni.. hahaa

A mund te lidhesh universin me dashurine?
Ka frymemarrje te shkurtra dhe fjale qe mund te jene lamtumira, por jo gjithmone kane per qellim te interpretohen si te tilla.
Dhe ja si dashuria, ndonjehere, mund te perngjase me universin:
-Ajo te thote qe shpreson, qe nje dite, mbase shume larg nga kjo e sotmja, te shikoni boten dhe te mos I keni me borxhe, pra, ajo shpreson qe, nje dite, ju mund te jeni, realisht te jeni. E hena dhe toka rrotullohen rreth nje ylli qe digjet; kur do te ndalojne ata se qeni borxhlinj?
-Ti ndalon ne vend, dhe I thua qe e do, sepse guximi kalon ne majat e gishterinjve te tu, jo nga gjuha, por tashme ajo e di, e di. A do te ishte universi ende I bukur nese nuk do te kishte ngjyra? Ti e di qe ajo do te ishte.
-Floket e saj marrin nje nuance te arte vibruese kur nder to perplaset drita, dhe ti fillon te pyesesh perseri veten se prej nga u krijua dielli.
-Ajo te puth e kete here, nuk mban asgje per vete, nuk ka me pengesa, nuk ka me droje, nuk ka me rezerva; te jepet e tera, mish e thua e as nuk te urren per cfaredo qe mund t’i kesh bere; dicka shperthen ne gjoksin tend dhe e tere qenia jote perfshihet nga nje shi i zjarrte meteoresh.
-Ti e merr ate me vete ne frymemarrjen tende perpara se t’ia kthesh me nje peshperime qe jehon. E ajo te ka degjuar ta besh edhe me pare, por e ka interpretuar si beje, ndryshe nga tani.
“A do ta marrim jeten mbare bashke?”
Kete here do te thote qendro, kete here do te thote me ty. Merr kete jete, zgjidh kete nga te gjithe mundesite e imagjinueshme.
-Dhe ne momentin qe te gjitha keto shkrihen ne nje te vetme, ne nje mori grumbujsh te turbullt ne kohe, nje ku ju nuk jeni takuar kurre, nje ku u larguat nga njeri tjetri, nje ku kjo nuk ndodh. Keshtuqe, mbase eshte fat, mbase eshte e shkruar, mbase eshte dicka e Zotit, ose mbase nuk eshte asnjera nga keto. Sido te jete, planetet rreshtohen dhe atomet bashkohen derisa ajo ta marre kete jete me ty ne nje grusht te mbledhur.
-Ja si, me ne fund, e kupton qe universi mund te jete dashuri.

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Ti do te pretendosh se ishte e lehte per te qe te largohej. Do te injorosh menyren se si lotet po i formoheshin ne sy kur te tha lamtumiren. Do t'ju tregosh miqve te tu se ndoshta ai kurre nuk te ka dashur e sigurisht ata do te pohojne se ti meriton me shume, me mire!
Do te jete e lehte per ty ta pikturosh ate si djalin e keq ne te gjithe historine. Do jete akoma me e lehte ta besh ate ti ngjasoje te zezes a ndonjehere te bardhes dhe te harrosh grine.
Ka per te qene e lehte te kthesh nje histori te komplikuar ne nje te thjeshte.
Pas se gjithash, si mund ta flasesh te verteten? Versionin e historise qe dhemb me shume?
Qe ai te deshi, e pastaj u largua. Qe nuk kishte nje te mire apo te keqe ne te gjithe kete. Qe eshte paimagjinueshmerisht e dhimbshme per ta shpjeguar. Qe dashuria e ndjere nga te dy ju, thjesht nuk ishte mjaftueshem.

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Momenti kur njeriu thot se ska nevoj per asnje eshte momenti ku duhet perkrahja me madhe,por kush vall do ta kuptoj?Kush ka fuqin te m'i lexoj syt me nje pafundesi lotesh,por qe thjesht kan frik te dalin…kush ka fuqin te me ndihmoj te ec edhe te me ndal kete dhimbje koke qe po me ther tani,me thuaj kush valle?Ndihem e vdekur por po marr fryme,spo e ndjej me mendjen ne vend,ndihem sikur skam mend,zemra rrahjet po i ul,tashme ajo eshte lodhur boll.Jemi kaq naiv saqe genjehemi nga nje lumturi e perkohshme,si budallenj,si te paaft,njeriu e zhyt veten ne gabime me pas ne mendime.Te thella porsi nje oqean i ndotur ne pisllek,i ndotur ne gabime,dhe njeriu aty mbytet,sic mbytet ne jeten reale me mendimet e veta.Mendimet vrasin,ose thjesht ajo lumturia jote e perkohshme qe ti mendon se do e kesh gjith jeten,qe ti ke shpresa shum se ajo lumturi do jet e jotja pergjithmon,por jo.Lumturia,pra njerzit,njerzit qe ne na bejn me mall,njerzit qe na bejn te qajm,njerzit qe na bejn ti dashurojm,jan keta ajo lumturi e perkohshme qe kur te vi nje dit do na zhgenjejn aq shum saqe sdo shofim me arsye per te jetuar,apo buzqeshur apo per te qen sic duhet te jemi.Tashme dua te flej gjith jeten ne shtratin tim te deshperimit dhe te mos zgjohem me derisa te me pushojn lotet rreke qe me rrjedhin neper faqe dhe  kur zemra ime e vogel e dobet,te qetsohet.

The early Africans believed that the first impulse of the One is to realize consciousness. The neter must realize its own consciousness in order to be divine. Without consciousness there can be no creation because there is no sense that creation is necessary or even possible. It is only through consciousness that the One realizes aloneness, uniqueness, and distinctiveness.
—  The Egyptian Philosophers: Ancient African Voices From Imhotep to Akhenaten by Molefi Kete Asante