Today is the last day of my Xanga Premium free trial.
I'd like to upgrade, but everyone knows you can't always have what you want in this life.
Today is the last day of my Xanga Premium free trial.
I'd like to upgrade, but everyone knows you can't always have what you want in this life.
The day is clear blue skies, a cool breeze lets you know winter is near. Listening to the sounds of frou frou while reflecting the morning away.
No, don't ask me 'reflecting on what?' or why I am. I just am. Don't you ever reflect back over you life? or just what you are feeling inside your heart at that very moument?
My heart is full, the heaviness of it is tiring. It's sadness buried deep within. Sometimes the sadness leaks to the surface and can't be contained within the heart any longer. That is where I am at; too tired to stop the leak from seeping up and out; realizing these feelings were only buried until they could be examined later when it was safe enough to do so. They were never meant to be forgotten.
I sit here listening to frou frou, contemplating if it's safe enough to examine them now or not. Maybe I should gather up the strengh needed to stop the leakage now before anyone guesses how much is built up inside this heart of mine..........
Frou-Frou

"By her petticoat the woman troubles the man's soul.
For surely the woman entices above all, with her gentle frou-frou.
It's her petticoat's frou-frou that makes her so exciting!
He sees at once the life in pink, gets electrified, he becomes crazy!"
Original Frou Frou Poem:
The woman sometimes wears pants at home.
It's an established fact, I think, within the nuptial tie (the marital life).
But when she goes cycling in pants like a zouave,
This fact becomes more worrying,
and I to myself at that sight...
Frou-frou
Frou-frou
By her petticoat the woman troubles the man's soul
For surely the woman entices above all, with her gentle frou-frou
The woman with a masculine aspect has never been attractive.
It's her petticoat's frou-frou that makes her so exciting!
When a man hears that frou-frou, what he dares to do is then astonishing:
He sees at once the life in pink,gets electrified, he becomes crazy!
Frou-frou...
In pants, you are going to tell me, cycling is more comfortable,
but I say that without frou-frou a woman is not complete!
When you see her lifting up her skirt, you are bewitched, you are enchanted!
Her frou-frou is like a wing's sound that comes and caresses you.
Frou-frou...
http://www.froufrou.net/home.htm

Al Quds
Quds Day is a day muslims from all around the world show their support for the oppressed muslims of Palestine.
"I invite Muslims all over the globe to consecrate the last Friday of the holy month of Ramadan as 'Quds Day' and to proclaim the international solidarity of Muslims in support of the legitimate rights of the Muslim people of Palestine." - Imam Khomeini (R.A.), Ramadan 1399AH ( August 1979)
I'm here once again ready to post and all my thoughts have vanished to thin air. I have epressed my views on other xanga sites and maybe that was all I needed or not. My other slight problem is access to the PC in a relaxed atmosphere - good luck with achieving that.
An other day has started. I don't look forward to it as it's a Monday. At work it's very busy and the calls which are transfered to me are mostly misdirected. In other words the members didn't want to be transferred. They are angry, fruastrated and rude most times if not out right nasty. Tomorrow, the calls will be worse as the members didn't through today.
I see the time. It's getting late, must get ready for work. I look forward to when I no longer work for Trilegiant.
No one died when Clinton lied

Over 1,000 have died in Iraq because of Bush's lie. That's counting the Americans and only God knows how many thousands of innocent Iraqis have died.
During the day I think of things I'd like to write down, but by the time I get to the PC well it's gone....
This morning I woke up and went down stairs expecting to see the same mess that stresses me out. To my surprise the back 1/2 of the house was cleaned of dishes & pots; table cleared; stove top and counter cleaned and evn the floor was mopped.
Happy is not the word to discribe the emotions I felt. Strong relief, surprise, appreciation and happiness. To see the young men in this house do something with out being spoken to. A true gift they gave me. Insha Allah everyone will pitch in and share the work load of the house like adults from now on. I need them to do this as I am tired with so much stress daily. It's ever so draining.....
My day off and what do I do? Sleep the day away. Well I did get a few items off my 'To Do List'.
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