why do they call it labour day when no one does any heavy labour? ... or any labour for that matter. everyone just stays home and rests and celebrates labour ? :confused: by rest... this one is going to drive me mental am I the only one that could smell the slightest hint of irony there ? dabbed along the inner wrist and the back of the neck by the ears

oh sure sure excuses exucses lil old me dispose of evidence?.... no way... okay okay maybe...

Some very beautiful and powerful artwork photography there! conceptually speaking I'm not soo sure what the idea is that they artist is trying to convey but the compostion, the angles... the lighting and the colours are amazing to look at and are brilliantly done. A lot of the pictures are very beautifully done with a post card like qaulity to them... a lot fo the landscapes especillay the ones with the cloud in the background you feel like there a horizontal move through time and space... however I really like the one with the decrepit tank there's a powerful message there. what can I say those pictures were a treat for me eyes.

this whole monday blues.... friday thread posts remind me of that cure song from the 90s Ah I just love the Cure... I don't care if monday's blue Tuesday's grey and wednesday too Thursday i don't care about you It's friday i'm in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn't even start It's friday i'm in love Saturday wait And sunday always comes too late But friday never hesitate... I don't care if monday's black Tuesday wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back It's friday i'm in love Monday you can hold your head Tuesday wednesday stay in bed Or thursday watch the walls instead It's friday i'm in love Saturday wait And sunday always comes too late But friday never hesitate... Dressed up to the eyes It's a wonderful surprise To see your shoes and your spirits rise Throwing out your frown And just smiling at the sound And as sleek as a shriek Spinning round and round Always take a big bite It's such a gorgeous sight To see you eat in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It's friday I'm in love

Originally posted by shyhem: c)attempted abduction D) attempted E)attempted attempted abuduction attempted lol attempted can't follow through on it can you now? ha ha what are you chickhen?

thats soo funny! I'm a wolf... I find this hilarious because I had the feeling that I would be a wolf... I use to have wolf night mares throughout my childhood.... and was deeply distrubed by the big bad wolf from litttle red riding hood and the three little pigs. There was always wolves in my night mares and dreams and I guess they are totem animal... damned wolf for choosing me. even on an acid trip this wolf that kept changing colours was taklking to me. <img

I think if there is a whole page on why the New orleans refugees should not be called refugees... or what politer or softer word can be used for its subsitute.... Then that's how you know that political correctness is being carried to far here. oh and btw: reading what sheherazade posted sent goose bumps all over my body in just thinking about that question.... hats off to you little lady for raising that question... wow!

passion.... if I have my passion I do a million things at once.. if my fire gets drowned by my water... I float laziliy and dreamily and don't get anything done.

there is that whole intimacy vs isolation that is a bit of an internal and external whirl wind... There is also a road to self discovery and exploration that you have started in your adolenscence that stretches into early hood. And there is a haze of confusion that hangs over 20 somethings... it's sometimes hard to see the path in front of you or the trail you left behind. Past loves,hates,fears and dreams seem like fairytales so long and far away. This is the time when you shed you childhood layers or keep them when you shed you teen layers or keep them.... the time another layer will be added for the decade that was or is the prime of your life. Questions soo many questions swirl around and the mantra is why? why? why? like a scared and unsure owl that never learned who. Sometimes I'm not sure of my surrondings am I in a forest.... that swirls and changes and morphs into a city.... which becomes an open field... Or have I been looking in the lake and seeing the distortion and warm darkness of the universe in my eyes. I have been haunted by visions of a woman who stands waist deep in water with her back to me in the centre of a pond and I at the edge of a forest I call out to her except my screams are silent and she dosen't turn around... Endless dream filled nights that have a familair fog and fuzzy warmth stretch and yawn lazily into endless dreamy days where... I'm sure I'm still sleeping... because I feel like... I'm floating. I float through hours, days, weeks and months... and I feel like I never gotten out of bed ... that I'm still dreaming... what can possibly happen next?....everyone takes soundless steps around me... and I see the drudging or the dragging of hovering feet. On some days it's a happy floating that's light and I feel orange and yellow and people smile at me as I walk past. Other days it's a heavy floating and I feel red and grey and pulled down by the earth. This fuzzy haziness entraps me... she holds tight to me in the night and caresses me in the morning whispering in my ears of events long ago. She makes love to me for days, weeks and months... and whenever she leaves to go for a short trip, she takes a little bit of myself with her. She leaves a bit of herself in me.... and that's why I feel empty for a few days afterwards or full... never in the middle... and I wake up crying like I had been violated... feeling contempt ,love... and fear in eqaul mixtures of a morning soup.

ah 1991...sigh- the weirdness of the 80s was replaced by a feeling in nroth america of isoalation of fear and of course of angst... this is when grunge was born.... it was the year.. a lot of somalis beamce refugees... the gulf war was on full scale in the states and Canada was in a recession.... and most improtantly to me it was the year my sister was born....... the early years of fluroescent coloured clothes and parachte pants... and oddly enough everyone loved MC hammer.... I think itwas also around this time... when the old USSR crahsed and burned... and symbolified the fall of "communism' in europe and the end of the cold war.... busy and a confusing year... there was a colourful swirl of events spinning in front of our faces and we were afraid to look away in case we might miss something... but at the same time... it was giving us blurred visons of confusion

Yeah I have been having this problem too... my neighbor use to be super firendly to me smile invite me over always ask to hang out sometime.... come over to my house.... oh and she use to feed me...she kept giving me food when I din't ask for it... for example... we would be having this discussion and she would be like how do you feel about peanut butter.... and I would try to have a discussion on peanut butter like... "it's great you can put it on bread... you can put it with jam ... lettuce.. you can cover yourself in it... and before I could go on any further she woula hand me her jar of peanut buuter and be like here take my peanut butter.... She is a nice girl and I like her and would like to be her friend.... even though she never gets my name right ... even though she is trying to turn me into a doll.... even though she is trying to change me... but lately she has been really distant to me ...and in an awkward kinda way it seesm like she is trying to reject me... which is weir we were never that close to begin with anyway... ... ah whatever

don't get me wrong ... though skin is skin.... and I love dark skinned women that look like they are cut of ebony.... but the social pressures that are put on dark skinned poeple by their own communities is hard to deal with sometimes.... especially when it's from close family members and friends telling you all your life that you would be really pretty even though you are dark... or for a dark ....blah blah blah... I could kinda understand why they do it... its the equilvalent of brown mousy haired s dying thier hari ... because gentlemen prefer s.... or the whole hell notion...

Oh kids give it a rest now would ya... to each his own... if someone wants to damage their skin by using bleach by all means.. go ahead... I mean think of it this way ... they could be drinking it. let people do what they want as long as they are not hurting anyone.. or themselves... so if it makes them happy and they feel confortable that way then why not...

what is the dividing line? talent, creativity, brains etc? Education? You see, I would have thought that creativity, brains and education were on the same page and weren't really divided in some way.... creativity comes from the brain and education is what feeds it but apparently they are different things.... how do you become an intellectual are so called intellectuals more talented than the non-intellectuals? Have you ever seen one? ? Yes, follow me quietly thorugh the urban jungle were on the hunt for the elusive yet cunning intellectual..... where is there habitat ... what do they eat? do they stay in packs or have a secret contempt for one another and are alone? I think the best thing to do when you gather all of this information would be to make a mockumentary on Intelectuals and all about their semi-secret existance.... like the bug they get bitten by and all they do is research and reguritate... and sometimes even give lectures of over compensation... and get dark lines under thier eyes consume coffee and intellectually beat on others. They begin to hold their nose high in the air. and start getting nieck cricks from doing that. And to do it in the voice of the biology guy ...the guy that does the voice overs for the biology movies.

Since when does logic of any form become associated with a gender? Girl logic..... gimmie a break! what would butch women fall under? manly woman logic?! or woah man ! and what about effeminate men... femmy boy logic?! and what about scrappy tom boys scurf-fem logic? oh and what about a blind gay man who is a flamer... with no fashion sense? or how about a one legged hermaphrodite who is blind and deaf running 120 km per hour who's parents are bisexual and has a gay sister? Ah! the whole logic... is the mainstream idealogies in society we have been living with for hundreds of years. These ideaologies we did not make for ourselves they have been made for us. For generations it almost like human programing right then condition with the multi- media, swamp them with magazine of guys are this and s are that, movies, adverts, every imaginables visaul, audio and sensory flooding that you an imagine... so that the humans don't think for themselves. Think about it we were'nt born as babies into this world with a sense of manolo shoes going with a red halter dress and going shopping. Nor was a boy born with a screwdriver and a hammer ready to fix things and be rugged and gruff...and need I forget manly. I can almost hear someone standing at the centre of human drones going: " Right then, females to the right males to the left." "The female of the species must wear pink coating with many floral scents and stick her derrierre in the air as to draw attention from the male. The males of the species must stick his chest out like a peacock and dress like a penguin. He must be willing to save the damsel in a way from her distress... and be an unemotional rock with which she leans on and draws support from. Thus bringing forth their mating rituals. And the pairing off of the giggling gal with the macho man." Oh somebody take my eye out with a rusty egg beater! the thought itself is that scary and agonizing! Living up to the ideals that are constantly changing in soceiy of what is male and what is female. Is tiring why not just go by your own logic instead of promoting that...... *sarcastic voice* true blue cosmo/girly magazine train of thought of what to wear,how to act, where to shop... what to say so they don't think your a brainless blow up doll. and when to get angry becuase *gasp* they suggested you wear an evening dress in the morning with flip flops. I don't know... but, to me it sounds like how to be the best female carbon copy around. And here I was thinking we were past all of this. night in shining armour? .... are we still in the dark ages or is it 2005? I don't mean to sound like a screaming banshee... but I have seen better complexity in character on the back of a cerial box Girls are this way and guys are that... it's soo flat and gray..... and here I was thinking we are living in a colourful and three dimenionsional world. Instead of living up to what is supposed to be and following that non-existant and evasive book of the ideals of what gender is and the tiresome roles that each one plays(this is what females do this is what males do okay boys and s... lets all play house.... Susie you can be the mommy and Shukri you be the nurse) or what anything is for the matter. Which keeps getting its rules and regulations changed. "No! no! Nigel... rule #1395,sect 403,page 170,line 8; has been changed. they can now wear trousers,the fairer they can now! and are given a priviledge of other colours besides the holy and sacred and cermonial and ever right pink"

its kinda like asking that question can you love someon without trusting them?

Animal farm: Ah give the hippies a chance... they are soo accepting and like everyone and greet each other with I see your inner light.... I love hippies! no somali restaurants there but I think they have one ethiopian resturant on the island... Everything is organic.... and you get to eat dear meat which is a bit of a break from xilib ari and the ferry runs 24 hours to Vancouver... because the island shops and restuarants close down at midnight. It is a bit of a ways away if your coming from Ottawa or Toronto.... but if you already live in Vancouver why not?

why do they call it common sense when its not all that common? we live in the age of information but what do we really know?

thats good to know! I will keep my eyes to the skies... oh and just so you know yesterday wa the beginning of a full moon.... the 27th of August... thats the day after I see my art therapist....

I just had a free shower this morning as I was walking to the coffee shop.... my shower head is broken.... I hope there is more lightning so far there's only thunder and pouring rain... here we are in the middle of summer where it supposed to be at it's worst but it feels like spring...ah well no complaints here I am in love with the rain...its my secret lover along with the moon. It gives me wet kisses as I wake in the morning from a night of the moon making love to me. this is sleeping in late weather and curling up to a good book by a fireplace ...or if you have no fireplace an oven on low heat I just love Irish weather! There is also this weird serenity that has made my whole day zen... when I'm supposed to be panicing with a million things to do. My strange dreams and twisted imagery isn't disturbing me from the night before but rather amusing me in a watery way as the day is flowing by literally.

here are some suggestions and they are not in this order by the way Toronto, ON Salt Spring Island, B.C Montreal, Que or Cape Breton, Nova Scotia especially Salt Spring Island... an island surronded by ocean and forests... the whole of the island is a drive in 8 hours back and forth and to walk from one end of the island to the next 1 day and a half.... There's bears, otters, deer, beavers, and all sorts of wild life evryone there is super firendly everyones your friend there are no strangers... mostly hippies and retired or partcipating activists... trees the size of the CN tower and as wide as the streets in China town.... mountains, hiking trails... cute little cottage shops that are also peoples homes and little spirits like faeries and pixies and wood spirits... as well as people always talking about chakras...good vibes and energy I say we meet there... -sigh- I love hippies... even if you are stranger you are still there brother or sister nobody looks you up and down to measure you up like they do in toronto...everyone makes direct eye contact and is like *smiling* hi wanna go....kayacking ... oh and all of the food is organic there...lots of vegans, vegetarians and fruiteraians. And its not a city energy either... that the people have its a more laid back easy going... insha allah kinda energy... instead of hurry! hurry!.... scurry! scurry! and of course the springs (hot springs that come form salt water)

Haddad I'm talking about the megacity of toronto... not just downtown but the subarbian little towns like York and Etobicoke that have since became a part of the over all city.

the South Paficic or Central America like may be Costa Rica or Panama... or even Chile....for vacationing and one place I would like to live would be Nepal... and get adopted by the Dalai lama and dedicate my life to th monkood ........ I wonder.... if they are allowed to have chocolate..... if they aren't I could smuggle it in... or give it up

hey sky toronto isn't that bad its has different scents on every street corner.... so there is no over all city smell... but differnt combinations of smells. It's home to some of the most amzing people in the world .... and all though it is very flat and can be a bit of a well flat and grey city... its full of beatiful and amazing people. And there is this magic.... that no other city has... where you think about someone and you run into them... and you will run into people from different parts of your life maybe 4 or 5 times a day. No otyher city I have lived in has that... and another thing about toronto is it keeps drawing me back no matter what other part of the world I go to.

*shudders* you should have flushed him down the toilet... they never die.... in fact he could be multiplying in your backyard right now.