tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160274812024-03-13T11:58:34.587+10:30Thoughts......during various phases in my life. If things don't make sense, it's just me... ;)Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-29979443080236601282007-05-19T11:29:00.000+09:302007-05-19T12:27:02.094+09:30When?<a href="http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/l/i/linute/sad_angel.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/l/i/linute/sad_angel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">When will they finally get it?<br /><br /></div><div align="center">When will <strong>he</strong> realise?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">...<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">When it's too late</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there."</span></div>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1160901521276656422006-10-15T18:07:00.000+09:302007-02-13T02:35:21.150+10:30And then...?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/marwa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/200/marwa.jpg" border="0" /></a>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1160388986600939652006-10-09T18:01:00.000+09:302007-04-23T18:30:06.710+09:30Ah Ya Albi<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/IMG_6876.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/IMG_6876.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I walk away and search for your hand, for your arm to cling on to.<br />I can't believe what we just did.<br />I feel almost paralysed.<br />Everything I do, reminds me of you.<br />I walk to my desk, and I see you there, reading the latest news, uploading and admiring your photos.<br />I walk to my room, and smell the pillow your head laid opon, the sheets your body slept on.<br />Baby, you smell so beautiful.<br />I hug your pillow and wait to feel your kiss on my forehead, for you to play with my hair...<br />And suddenly remember it is just a pillow.<br />I lay there all night, reminiscing, praying, yearning...<br />There is no difference between day and night.<br />Hours pass and 8am comes.<br />I wait for you to come wake me.<br />I wait for your sweet kiss.<br />I walk from my room to your room.<br />"Habibi..."<br />No answer.<br />I come to have breakfast.<br />Mum puts me some hlawet el jibn...<br />"Sassine likes that" I say.<br />Food has lost it's taste.<br />I get my things ready to go to uni, and stumble across the shells we collected that sweet day at the beach.<br />I remember the rock you reminded me about and run to the jacket.<br />I smell the bonfire and cannot get enough.<br />I look in the pockets and find the beanie you wore...<br />The funny blue and black one with the pompom.<br />I get dressed and spray Kenzo...<br />You liked that.<br />I come across the 'magic powder'...<br />The one I carried around with the brush everywhere.<br />I don't need it today.<br />I get in the car, and it's, you guessed it, Tony Kiwan.<br />I put on your favourite station.<br />It doesn't sound the same without holding hands.<br />On the train I spot two lovers.<br />Neyaloun.<br />I fondle for my sunnies and hope that no-one can see through them.<br />The 35 minute train ride feels like 35 hours.<br />I make my way to uni.<br />I don't want to catch the tram, and though time is not permitting, I walk up to uni, along the road we both walked along.<br />I sit on the bench you waited for me on.<br />I walk into my lecture and my friend says to me "how are you?"<br />I choke on my words.<br />She hugs me, but all I feel is you.<br />I call your mobile, I know you cannot answer, you are still on the plane, but I still wait for you to pick up.<br />"Habibi?... Habibi?"<br />I wear my pyjamas, and put on your slippers.<br />It's only 3pm, but feels like 3 weeks since you left.<br />I sort out the papers on my desk and come across the CD you burned for me.<br />I hope one day I can view these photos.<br />Right now, I am not game enough.<br />"Sasso?... Habibi?"<br />Redd 3allayi.<br />Please come back...<br />And <strong>never EVER</strong> leave me again.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1156981054810764862006-08-31T09:04:00.000+09:302006-10-09T20:35:57.860+09:30Can't find the words...<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/Misunderstood.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/Misunderstood.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> ...Perfect...<br /></div><div align="right"></div>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1155433528690585282006-08-13T11:09:00.000+09:302006-08-23T05:38:40.416+09:30END this Violence NOW<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/unicef.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/unicef.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And every child deserves a LIFE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/mama.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">Thanks to AM <a href="http://www.moithinkingoutloud.blogspot.com">www.moithinkingoutloud.blogspot.com</a></span></p>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1155440777521531082006-08-13T02:55:00.000+09:302007-04-23T18:30:43.914+09:30It's Never Between You & Them AnywayIn these troublesome times, we may be tempted to feel anger, hatred, and sometimes been on the verge of losing all hope. Whenever tempted, remember these assuring words of Mother Teresa.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><em>People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.</em><br /><em>Forgive them anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.</em><br /><em>Be kind anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies.</em><br /><em>Succeed anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.</em><br /><em>Be honest and frank anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight.</em><br /><em>Build anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous.</em><br /><em>Be happy anyway. </em><br /><br /><em>The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow.</em><br /><em>Do good anyway.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.</em><br /><em>Give the world the best you've got anyway. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God.</em><br /><em>It was never between you and them anyway. </em><br /><em></em><br />Hope they will motivate you as much as they have inspired me (now and in the past).<br /><br />Peace to you all.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1155391100467716332006-08-12T22:49:00.000+09:302006-09-08T08:40:29.720+09:30Smile... even through your tears<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/pic03221.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/pic03221.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br />These times are hard...<br /><br />However, we must smile, even through our tears...<br /><br />We are Lebanese...<br /><br />We will survive...<br /><br /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/Rouge_sur_noir_4.2.jpg" border="0" />Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1143279425649540282006-03-25T17:52:00.000+10:302007-04-23T18:31:19.281+09:30Until We Meet Again...<span style="color:#000000;">She begins to wake the sleeping sky.<br />When she reaches out, the ocean responds.<br />She moves closer and closer to him.<br />He caresses her.<br />Simultaneously, she bows her head, chin to chest.<br />Her arms fall to her sides.<br />She sinks to her knees.<br />In one motion.<br />I watch, anticipate, wait for her next move.<br />She rises almost magically, and greets the incoming breeze.<br />They all begin to dance, oh-so-blissfully.<br />She turns and waves.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><em>It is so beautiful, so captivating, the sun's arrival, when it breaks the surface of the ocean.<br /></em><br />Feeling her warmth, I step forward, and imprint the warming sand.<br />When I look up, they are still dancing, waltzing, with so much passion.<br />They sway and spin, whirl and swing, to the music they create with the ocean.<br />Their level of elation, their contentment, is a striking contrast...<br />A striking contrast of what I witness later when I welcome the night.<br /><br />Until they meet again...<br /><br /><em>Until we meet again...</em><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/sunrise.0.jpg" border="0" /></span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1142136911576550182006-03-12T14:06:00.000+10:302006-03-19T12:44:27.636+10:30Something Special<div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">I look at this man. He is seated next to his wife, among his children, his family and closest friends. His wife is talking with some women. I'm not sure what about, although I'm sitting right next to her. I'm too busy looking at this man. He is quiet and very frail. He's chewing very slowly and looking at his wife. He's withdrawn... dreamy.<br /><span style="color:#339999;">Fifty years. Fifty years of love. Of happiness. Fifty years with this wonderful woman. A woman like no other. The mother of my beloved children. Fifty years... <em>to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish</em>... Through the good times and the bad, we stuck by each other. With respect and understanding, our love grew. In this love, we raised our children. I adore this woman and my admiration for her increases each and every day.<br /></span>These are the words his eyes spoke. Slowly his eyes meet mine. I feel shy, like I've been 'caught'. Everyone is enjoying their food, laughing and drinking and I seem almost mesmerised by him. I smile timidly and look down at my food. I continue eating. Whilst eating, I continue to take note of this man. Slowly and weakly, with the aid of his daughter, he lifts up his hand and places the next spoonful in his mouth. Each spoonful is such an effort. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">This man's son get's up from the table and increases the volume of the music that is playing. It's a song that his father loves. A song by an artist of his father's generation, an artist his father grew up listening and passionately dancing to. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">This man's wife gets up from the table and begins to dance. She is not a good dancer, never has been, but she is so happy, that doesn't matter. She is shaking her hips and waving her hands. Soon, everyone is up from the table, dancing and revelling in the warm, family atmosphere. I remain at the table as does the man. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Shortly, his daughter comes and sits next to him. She lovingly holds his hand, so as to console him. He cannot get up so easily, let alone dance like he could fifty years ago. She looks at him but he does not meet his eyes with hers. He cannot. He is just looking at his wife. A tear forms in his eyes.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">"Your mum is an amazing person."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">His two sons approach him, and one on each of his sides, they lift him. He tries to move his feet but he can only manage to slightly sway his hands. Nevertheless, he tries. He wants to dance so desperately, just like he used to be able to.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#339999;">Where's the man no one could get off the dance-floor. The man who partied until the early hours of the morning.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">He feels useless. My vision blurs slightly. I try to avoid eye-contact with anyone. His daughter seems to notice though. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">"My dad is such an amazing person."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Useless? Far from it.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Love.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#99ffff;">It's just so special.</span></div>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1140609069922326842006-02-21T22:08:00.000+10:302006-03-19T12:47:13.176+10:30Two Become One<span style="color:#ffcc99;">Two souls, one feeling<br />Two hearts, one beat<br />Two heads, one mind<br />Two mouths, one word<br />Two feet, one step<br />Two hands, one touch<br />Two rings, one bond<br />Two angles, one view<br />Two people, one self<br />Two lives, one shared</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1140602674752165312006-02-21T20:32:00.000+10:302006-03-19T12:57:37.536+10:30The Summer Wind<span style="color:#ffffff;">I feel so much older now than then,<br />But I still sense a childish splendor when I feel the Summer wind.<br />It reminds me of hours of play gone by,<br />and a million unanswered questions of how and why?<br />I think of friends that I have known and lost,<br />and of all the bridges that I have burned and crossed.<br />If we could only stay as children and never learn to hate,<br />or know the sorrow of finding something out when it was too late.<br />Yes, I do feel much older now than then,<br />But I thank God for the splendor I feel in the Summer wind.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1142153350100348402006-02-20T22:16:00.000+10:302006-09-08T08:43:45.593+09:30When...<span style="color:#99ffff;">When tears never fall, and birds never fly.<br />When winter never ends, and children never cry.<br />When the nights are not dark, and the days have no light.<br />When forever ends, and the eyes have no sight.<br />When ears cannot hear, and the grass never grows.<br />When silence is too loud, and the genius never knows.<br />When strength doesn't strengthen, and flowers never bloom.<br />When hearts can't be broken, and eternity is too soon.<br />When the wind never blows, and the rain doesn't wet.<br />When thunder can't be heard, and the sun refuses to set.<br />When angels don't protect, and a fact is not true.<br />When life can't be lived, and the sky is not blue.<br />When the truth is a lie, and the fake turns real.<br />When the clock shows no time, and wounds never heal.<br />When enjoyment isn't fun, and bells cannot ring.<br />When a race can't be won, and a singer cannot sing.<br />When pain does not hurt, and enemies never fight.<br />When rainbows have no color, and something wrong is right.<br />When all these things happen, when they come true.<br />That's when I, without a doubt, will stop loving you.<br /><em></em><br /><em>Author Unknown</em></span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1139554397203953932006-02-10T17:13:00.000+10:302006-03-19T13:20:44.276+10:30<span style="color:#ffcc99;">It is such a secret place, the land of tears.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1130326737967219612005-10-26T20:12:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:23:33.560+10:30Worth<span style="color:#ffffff;">A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 note. In the room of 200, he asked, "who would like this $20 note?". Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this to one of you, but let me do this first". He proceeded to crumple the note. He then asked, "who still wants it?". Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied, "what if I do this?". He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?". Still hands went up in the air.<br />"My friends, you all have learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth 20 dollars."<br />Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the circumstances that come our way. We feel that we are worthless, but, no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never loose your value, dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives come not in what we do, or who we know, but who we are. You are special, don't ever forget that.<br />Always count your blessings, not your problems.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1129283617611992622005-10-14T19:14:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:24:58.183+10:30Just the Way It Is<span style="color:#99ffff;">There is a lot that is bad with the world and too many people are ready to give up on it. I was one of them. Now, I'm not. Why? Because I honestly believe in the goodness of a person.<br />People will never stop whispering behind my back. I think that if I lived life like a saint and walked with two feet in one shoe... If I wore the clothes of St Francis of Assisi and suffered like a martyr... If I lived life by the 'rules' and never committed a sin, people would still talk. Because they are just like that. They'll always find someone to talk about. Which brings me to my next belief. Telstra would go broke if it weren't for the Lebanese :)</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1129207507297975982005-10-13T21:06:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:26:20.390+10:30<span style="color:#ffcc99;">I'll run one day. Run for my life. I'll run to be <strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">emancipated</span></strong>.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1129021331026392382005-10-11T18:15:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:28:12.526+10:30Peace<span style="color:#ffffff;">I feel totally at peace and most blessed when:<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><ul><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">I wake up to the sound of happily chirping birds.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">Outside it is pouring and pouring with rain and I am comfortably cuddled up in bed.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">I am sitting in bed, after a long day, listening to soothing music, writing in my diary.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">Smiling and laughing with children. Nothing is comparable to the happiness I feel whilst with children.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">I am sitting outside on a beautiful spring day, just soaking in the atmosphere around me.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">I fall asleep and rise thinking of the most sweet soul each day.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffffff;">someone says "I understand".</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I love the most simple things in life and it is these most simple things that let me love life.</span></p>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1128499245381081762005-10-05T18:13:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:34:19.963+10:30Picture of My Life<span style="color:#99ffff;">My life reminds me of a jigsaw puzzle.<br />As one piece fits into another,<br />so my days join together to form the picture of my life.<br /><br />I have mixed feelings as I examine the picture<br />already partly assembled.<br />Some pieces I would like to remove or rearrange,<br />but I cannot, for they are fixed in place.<br /><br />My life, like a jigsaw puzzle, has been made up<br />of many shades of colour.<br />There have been the bright, happy times when things<br />have gone smoothly.<br />There have been the dark, shadowy times of suffering,<br />despair and uncertainty.<br /><br />The bright periods have been pleasant,<br />but I know it has been the difficult and dark times<br />that have given my life perspective and depth.<br /><br />As I look to the future, I feel some trepidation -<br />the boundaries of the picture are not fixed.<br /><br />How much of my life is still to be completed?<br />I have no way of knowing, because you only give the pieces<br />to me daily, one at a time.<br />How many dark periods await me?<br />Will I have the strength and endurance to keep going<br />no matter what comes my way?<br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/14-12002-jesus1.gif"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/320/14-12002-jesus1.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;">I know I must step into the future with faith,<br />believing that as you have been with me in the first part of my life,<br />guiding, comforting and teaching,<br />you will continue to walk beside me in the future.<br /><br />I do not know how or when my life will end,<br />but it is my prayer, that when the last piece of the puzzle is put into place,<br />what will appear is not a picture of me,<br />but a picture of you, Lord.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"></span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1128339928660340182005-10-03T21:01:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:36:28.200+10:30God Be a Part of Me<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my rock.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me lean on you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Help me feel secure with myself.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my rock.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my strength.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Help me draw confidence from you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Help me be strong.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my strength.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my wisdom.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Help me make decisions</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">and let them be the right ones.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my wisdom.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my eyes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me see things in a different way</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">and appreciate everything that is unique.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my eyes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my ears.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me hear all that is beautiful.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me hear your word.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my ears.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my mouth.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">May I preach your word.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">May nothing insulting to others </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">ever pass through my lips.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my mouth.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my mind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me be filled with knowledge.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me truly understand who you really are.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my mind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my faith.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">May I believe in you fully.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">May I believe in you for eternity.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my faith.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my heart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Let me be filled with your love.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">May I love all people for who they are on the inside.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be my heart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">kkk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be a part of me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Be my rock, my strength, my wisdom, my faith.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Be my ears, my eyes, my mouth, my mind and my heart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">God be a part of me, forever.</span></div>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1128233498911455262005-10-02T15:39:00.000+09:302006-03-19T13:41:32.140+10:30Spring<span style="color:#ffffff;">God, give us eyes to see<br />the beauty of the spring<br />And to behold your majesty<br />in every living thing,<br />And may we see in lacy leaves<br />and every budding flower<br />The hand that rules the universe<br />with gentleness and power.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Helen Steiner Rice</span></em>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1126618500434222512005-09-13T22:07:00.000+09:302006-03-19T18:05:57.463+10:30Beauty<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/RoadofDreams5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/200/RoadofDreams5.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/Greenfield7.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/1600/Fulloflife5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1966/1506/200/Fulloflife4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#99ffff;">Beautiful photos of an amazingly beautiful place - Bayno, Lebanon.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/121922225OpoOEy"><span style="color:#99ffff;">http://community.webshots.com/album/121922225OpoOEy</span></a>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1126612183314156492005-09-13T20:27:00.000+09:302006-03-19T18:08:28.610+10:30You<span style="color:#ffcc99;">With you<br />I am complete.<br />With you<br />I am so happy.<br /><br />With you<br />I feel comfort.<br />With you<br />My heart is overflowing.<br /><br />Near you<br />I forget everything.<br />Near you<br />I feel so strong.<br /><br />Because of you<br />My love knows no end.<br />Because of you<br />My life flourishes.<br /><br />You are so precious<br />Oh so precious my love.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1126259231936929292005-09-09T18:11:00.000+09:302006-03-19T18:10:07.940+10:30In the Garden<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lying on the grass,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In a beautiful, peaceful garden.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sun beaming down,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Filtered by the tall, majestic trees.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel the warmth of the sun,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How much I love it's comfort.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Every thought, every worry fades away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel so relaxed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A divine light breeze passes,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Wafting a beautiful odour.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It is invigorating.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Birds are happily chirping,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How much I love their laughter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I listen.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No thoughts.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No worries.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel peaceful.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How much I love this peace.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How much I need it.</span></span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1126191162203915112005-09-08T23:34:00.000+09:302006-03-19T18:17:14.786+10:30Money<span style="color:#99ffff;">Do you know what really shits me?<br />How money makes the world go round.<br />The way people think that they can buy your love/friendship/admiration.<br />The way people think money can 'heal' or make up for something.<br />That when you have money, you're the one everyone wants to be around.<br />When you don't, nobody knows you.<br />That so many people are caught up in money making that they forget the important things in life.<br />Money does not buy true happiness.<br />Money cannot ever buy true love.<br />Money cannot ever buy true friendship.<br />Money will not ever win you real admiration.<br />Money does not 'heal'.<br />Money does not even compare to a person's presence/understanding.<br />Money will not ever change who you really are.<br />Money is money.<br />And love is love.<br />So put your money back in your pocket...<br />And go buy happiness with love.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027481.post-1126182675350628912005-09-08T21:17:00.000+09:302006-03-19T18:18:27.530+10:30Hurt<span style="color:#ffcc99;"><em>Sticks and stones can brake my bones, but words will never hurt me.</em> Bullshit. Words can rip you apart.</span>Marroushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17784398936282765394noreply@blogger.com0