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A little warning to you… This essay is probably a waste of your time.
That is, unless, you're interested to know the secret to staying safe from making wrong investment and trading decisions.
This little secret is only 5 magic words, and you can apply it to anything: from trading the markets, real estate, business and long term investing.
The great trader, Lewis Borsellino, once said that he stuck a note on his computer screen so that he could see it and read it all the time.
The note said this: "Today you are going to lose, and lose big!".
Some people would consider this type of action as negative thinking and unhealthy. But Borsellino said that it protected him from losing too much money.
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The markets do not care about our plans or intentions. They don't care how much time you have spent analysing your trade.
There is an old saying that says: "Do not fall in love with your stocks. They won't fall in love with you!".
So the next time you enter into any trade or investment, sit down and ask yourself this question: If the worse should happen, how much can you lose?
If the answer to that question is a figure that exposes you to too much risk, then you need to do two things:
1) Either reduce your position size (e.g. cut down the number of shares, contracts or dollars-per-point you were planning to trade); or…
2) Stay out of the trade or investment completely.
You need to develop an unshakeable belief in the "probability" nature of markets. There are no certainties in the markets – only probabilities.
The same applies to other investments, be it real estate, commodities or a business.
Therefore, respect for the 5 magic words will show respect for risk and probability. This will ultimately keep you safe.
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Is Howard setting himself up?
Thursday, 21 June 2007
The Opposition Leader continues with his messianic bid to make the Australian union movement the most courteous in the developed world.
Despite what the press are saying, the video of Joe McDonald being rude is not an embarrassment but another opportunity for Rudd to distance himself from the unions. These 'Sister Soulja' moments were made possible after union acquiescence to the Theresa Rein affair allowed Rudd to stop having to worry about the internal impact of not keeping the unions on-side. Even before the government was calling for Rudd to do something about McDonald, Gillard was indicating on Sunday's Insiders that the Labor leadership was itching to get rid of him.
The problem for the government is that as Rudd ditches the special interests of the Labor party, he is starting to make it a principle of political conduct. There is now a raft of issues on which Labor is attacking the government on mixing political interests with the functions of the state: funding for government advertising campaigns, the use of Kirribilli and the Lodge for political entertaining, the use of Ruddock's staff for a political 'dirt' unit and now, the use of government advisors Mark Textor and Lynton Crosby (and possibly government polling) in a political campaign run by big business.
Some in the media have tried to make a parallel between the recent furore over unions campaigning for Labor and this business campaign for the government – but there are important differences. While Labor, at least until now, has always had an open, if awkward relationship to the unions, the Liberals have always tended to avoid being too overtly associated with big business (after all, the social base is not that large!).
To form such an open campaigning association between the non-Labor parties and the big end of town is an unusual step. It has come from Howard using the IR issue as a means of cohering his own supporter base but has now developed an external momentum where Howard will now find himself publicly campaigning with business (this is despite even Textor providing more uncertainty that IR is a leading issue with the electorate).
Furthermore, this move towards a more open alliance with big business may just be coming at a time when it will become more awkward to do so. Because there is another important difference between Liberal/business and Labor and the unions: the unions are an empty shell and as we are now seeing, fairly easy to dump. Business of course is not. If Labor's attempts to make a virtue out of it becoming less aligned with special interests start to gain traction in an environment that is always hostile to the political class (as seen by the latest moaning over MP pay), the Liberals could be exposed.
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I confess. When it comes to blogging, I do a lot of lurking, especially when I first discover someone's blog. I feel like I need to get a sense of the person before I reach out. But I also lurk because sometimes, like when I'm reading about someone who's just beginning their journey with their autistic child, I become lost in my memories. It's been nearly twelve years since I began my journey, when Nigel was two and a half and I thought, Hmm. He's not talking. He often doesn't react when people talk to him. He can't seem to interact with peers. Autism was the farthest thing from my mind. The child development books I owned barely mentioned the A word. "Autistic children do not show emotion or affection," they said. "They live in their own world." That told me nothing.
Thus began a process of referrals and testing and ultimately a diagnosis that, at the time (1997), confounded me. I went back to Barnes & Noble and found a copy of the DSM IV (first edition), looked up autism, and realized that it was quite different than what I had thought it to be. And I knew then that my son had it. No question. He fit all of the criteria. Every single one. I put the book back on the shelf and went full throttle into his intensive ABA-based therapy. It was certainly gentler than full-on Lovaas (Nigel's program did not use aversives), but the frequency at the center combined with the home visits proved to be effective and beneficial. Nigel improved, but he did not "recover." I slowly realized that was not going to happen.
And so, if I had blogged ten years ago, when Nigel was four and a half, I would have written on a daily basis about things very different than what I write now. There would be no Boy Scouts, no Nigelisms. No posts about how well he now does in grocery stores. Ten years ago I would have written about the veritable riots he had in grocery stores, malls, restaurants, while having his hair cut (even at home), and going to the doctor's office. I would write about how he shrieked and writhed on the floor when I had to take him into public restrooms. How he wailed if anyone even walked past the door where the vacuum cleaner was kept. I would write about how fearful he was of hearing tests, even though I held him on my lap the entire time he screamed, and his traumatic lead testing experience. I would write about my frustration explaining to friends and relatives why he did the things he did. I would write about my joy if I found a helpful autism book, because there were so few then. I would write about Nigel's rampant echolalia at age four and a half, how he often tried to use memorized lines from movies and fit them within the context of the real situation. I would write about his hyperlexia, teaching himself to read at age three and a half, before he could talk. I would write about how he greeted visiting relatives by reciting their license plate numbers instead of saying hello. I would write about PECS cards, visual schedules, home visits, and the dedicated therapists who tirelessly worked with him. There would be talk of the precursor to IEPs, the IFSP (Individualized Family Service Plan) meetings, which we attended every few months.
If I blogged ten years ago, I would mention my fears that two-and-a-half-year-old Aidan also had autism. He exhibited the same extreme sensory issues as Nigel, and also had a significant language delay. But Aidan made eye contact. He didn't line up the Hot Wheels cars along the back of the couch and tilt his head while staring at them, as Nigel did. I figured maybe Aidan had a touch of PDD, but I could see the difference between my boys. Even so, some of Aidan's sensory issues turned out to be worse than Nigel's, particularly his oral defensiveness and proprioception. I enrolled him in the same center where Nigel received his therapy, and Aidan received some OT and speech. (He was in speech until he was almost ten, and also had an IEP until then.)
Ten years ago, I would write about just trying to get through the day. At that point, I couldn't even think about the future. I couldn't imagine what my boys would be like at twelve and fourteen. I was just so preoccupied with helping them to be as comfortable as possible in this world. And trying to keep my sanity because I was so isolated.
And so, when I read those blogs written by parents of children much younger than mine, I don't want to come off as a know-it-all when I say this, but I say it with true empathy and understanding: I know what you're going through. I'm there with you. I remember it all. You will get through it and your child will improve. He or she may not be able to do what Nigel or others can do now, but in many ways he or she will progress. Your child will not be the same ten years from now. And neither will you. (And I mean that in a good way!)


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Yet another overseas Filipino worker (OFW) in the Middle East is asking for help so she could go back home, hopefully soon, because she could no longer bear the harsh working conditions she has to deal with at her abusive employers' home.
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I'm not a very good blogger. You may have noticed. I have. Post once a day, all the books, articles, and successful bloggers say. Do this, and you'll be a blog-star.
I'm a bad blogger.
Oh, I've studied. I know what it takes to be a good one. In my obsessive need to know every detail of every activity I sink my teeth- or in this case, my heart- into, I've read, researched, and tinkered. Just ask me what a widget is.
Yet I remain a very bad blogger.
It's tempting to write more often. A comment will pop up in my inbox or I'll just happen (yeah, right) to glance at my stats and see that people have been visiting this little blog with no new material in over a month. And I'll think to myself, You should write something. Something, Cory. Anything. Don't you want to keep the visitors coming?
And still, I sit on my hands.
I warned you, I am a very bad blogger.
And that's okay. My perfectionist self has come to terms with it, and I'll tell you why:
Because I have nothing good to say. And that's the truth.
I can make up a lot of junk for you. I'm fabulous at it. Four years of writing papers for an English degree got me lots of practice. But here, I refuse. Even if it means death by blog.
When I do write, I neglect the rules. Only a few hundred words, they say. Just enough for content but not so many as to bore the reader who isn't reading a dissertation here, but a snippet. This is web-reading- short and sweet.
Yet on and on I type. The thoughts pour, the verses bubble up, and before long, the few-hundred-word dam breaks and the blog runneth over in rhetoric.
I should dig myself a nice little pit and throw this blog inside with a cold stone marker that says:
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Rest in Peace
But I won't. Even if by blogging standards, I'm a failure. I won't because I don't really write for the world wide audience.
I write for an audience of One.
I pray and attempt to write only when prompted, pushed, or smacked upside the head to do so.
I was reminded of this a few weeks ago, struggling with my non-existent blogging, and reading in 2nd Samuel (24), and then again the other day while reading in 1st Chronicles (21) and yet again that very night when a dear friend mentioned this same story. I knew the first time I read it that I needed to write about it. But as God is ever-patient, He followed up with the push and the smack upside the head.
It comes from the story of King David. Tucked in amongst the psalm writing, sheep tending, giant slaying, and rooftop philandering, is a small but powerful story- so powerful in fact, that it's chronicled not once but twice in the pages of God's love story to us. What juicy bit of history, you may wonder, got 2 whole chapters in 2 separate books of the Old Testament set aside for it? Wait for it………
David counted his army.
You're outraged, I know. How dare he? A king counting his army? An unpardonable sin.
But as you dig a bit deeper you see the whole picture. The story is about a king who's doing pretty well. Victory after victory has been handed over to him along with wealth, territory, and power. Up until now, it has only been prayer and complete trust in the mighty hand of God that has given David what he's won.
And up until now that was enough. But that's the funny thing with successes. After awhile, we start to think we're hot stuff. And we start to count- the men in our vast army…or maybe the blog followers. We count the pounds lost, the miles run, the titles earned, the cases won. We take stock of our age, our wage, the spouse, the house, the marriage, the baby carriage, the ex, the sex, all of it. Bank account, shoe amount, Facebook friends and happily-ever ends. If we can count it and compare it, we do. And whether we're in a castle, on the web, at the workplace, mall, bank, gym, or playground, we look for something to pat ourselves on the back about and say, "Good job. I did that. Me. Mine."
We start to sound a little like toddlers- but toddlers with a heavenly Daddy. As if every good and perfect gift didn't come from His hand. As if we could take one step, one breath, without Him.
As if I could write one blog, one word, without Him.
I suppose I could. Sometimes I'm tempted to. Gotta keep the readers coming, you know.
And unfortunately, maybe sometimes I have and maybe sometimes I will. But I have no interest in writing my own musings. And trust me, neither do you. The best I can come up with are puffs of wind and smoke- pat words and niceties that do nothing to change the world but only barge in on the conversation God is fully capable of having and is, with every one of us, whether we're listening or not.
The blogosphere doesn't need my opinions. What you, I, what we all need is not flimsy drivel, but truth, take-it-to-the-bank kind of truth. We need the cold-hard-cash kind of truth, not monopoly money masquerading as the real thing. Anything less is a waste of paper, pixels, time.
The only way I know to find that kind of truth and share it is to continue to read and listen, and sometimes listen again and again until I know He's saying something He wants me to write about. Because it's then that it's His doing and not mine. When I wait on every word from His mouth and depend on it like water is when I can no longer take any credit and all glory goes to Him. And that is my heart's desire.
So I cannot promise to write often or even ever again. All I can do is promise to read long and listen hard, and try to obey when His prompting puts me in front of this keyboard and computer screen.
I remain, 1000 words later, faithfully yours,
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In the more than two decades I have spent assisting courageous individuals who come to me seeking help for how to transcend challenges and embrace opportunities, I have noticed over and over again how hard our culture makes it for us to ask for help.
We may think that it is hard to accept help when it is offered, and that is often true as well. But that difficulty is nothing compared to how hard many of us find it to reach out and ask for help when we need it.
In fact, I have also noticed that the difficulty only sometimes lies with an actual inability to ask for help. For many of those I have met in the course of my life and work, the true challenge seems to be even knowing for sure when help is needed!
So I thought we would spend some time this month discussing how we know when we need help and how we can ask for help when we need it.
When we were little, we probably asked for help by crying. We had a limited emotional vocabulary, and tears were one of the few reliable ways we could communicate a felt need – even if we did not have a clear understanding of what that need was. We just knew we needed….something….we cried….and someone noticed and offered assistance. If necessary, we figured out what kind of assistance was needed together, but the presence of the tears was enough evidence in and of themselves that help was in order, and enough to send it running our way.
As we got older, however, it became less socially acceptable to literally "cry out" our need for help. As our tears went underground, our ability to sense our felt need for help went with it. We learned that there was a cutoff age by which we could unselfconsciously ask for help without fear of ridicule, rejection, or censure. Once that cutoff age had been reached, we were deemed "old enough" to figure out how to help ourselves and we were on our own.
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If necessary, pretend you are small again, and your felt sense of needing help is pure and trusted. Allow it to come up. Notice if it is preceded by a sudden feeling of sadness, anger, fear, or other emotion. Notice how you feel as you begin to translate a wave of previously inexplicable sudden feeling into a need for help. Do you feel fear? Resistance? Reluctance? Relief?
Being able to tune in to when you need help is the first step to being able to ask for help – we simply cannot ask for what we do not know we need. Knowing we need help is also the first step towards trusting ourselves enough to ask for it – if we cannot admit to ourselves that we need help, then we cannot allow ourselves to accept it, even when it is freely offered!
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Communication happens in tone, expression, gesture – there's a lot more to it than simple words.
Now don't get me wrong – the words we choose are important. "Yes, and…" instead of "but" can disarm defense mode; "could" instead of "should" offers authentic choice and control; "what do you have for homework?" instead of "what do we have to get done tonight?" can empower a sense of ownership and independence.
Language matters – a lot.
But so does tone. It communicates volumes.
The Power of Tone
Often, we send messages we don't really want to be sending – and we do this most with the ones we love. For example,
And so on.
In the outside world, we tend to be more cautious. We are polite when we speak to those in authority ("yes, m'am"), and we are often even considerate when we speak to strangers ("don't worry, you can go ahead of me in line.")
But to our loved ones? Well, we can be downright mean – without meaning to be!
A Tone Game to Play with Kids
Years ago I did a workshop with a group of third grade girls. They got to take turns standing in front of the room, stating a simple request, "Would you take your backpack off the table, please?" It could have been anything, really. Put your coat on the hook, put your shoes in the hall. Whatever.
But before each girl took a turn, I called out an emotion for her to express in the request. I called out words like: kind, angry, impatient, sweet, annoyed, hungry, supportive, loving, hateful, sarcastic, etc.
As you can imagine, it was really funny, and the girls loved the game.
But it was also eye opening. Especially to the parents in the room who could hear themselves in their daughter's voices – and they didn't always like what they heard.
Are you calling Your Child an Idiot?
More often than we realize, our tone sabotages our communication with our kids, and with our spouses. We think we're masking our frustration or disappointment or fear, but we're not. We're speaking the truth in volumes, while our words tell another story.
Think about it.
Now, you're human. Sometimes, you're going to look at your sloppy teen, hiding behind earphones, drumming at the table, and think "you ungrateful freeloader" while you ask him to "pass the butter, please."
The challenge is to hide that thought from your voice until you can redirect it from your thoughts — to something more constructive for everyone.
Use the Fortune-Cookie Game to Check your Tone
You know that fortune-cookie game we used to play back in the dark ages, when you add "in bed" to the end of the fortune cookie, just for fun? (Hope this doesn't offend anyone – I was young, once). Well you can modify that game to help you change your tone.
Step 1. Think about the worry or fear you have most about your child – maybe that he's rude and disrespectful, or that he's never going to make it, or that she's a slacker with no motivation. That is likely to be the tone you are unwittingly expressing in your voice.
Step 2. Then, ask yourself (or your spouse or BFF, if you're really brave), what expression tends to sneak out in your tone? Narrow it down to the 1-3 tones that are most likely to slip in.
Step 3. Begin to recognize your tendency in the moment, and start shifting your thoughts and feelings so that your tone has a different expression. You may fear "she's a slacker," but there is something else that's also true that would be a more helpful thought, like "she's so creative," or "I wonder what would work to help motivate her?"
Examples of Hidden Tones
For me, for example, when I'm not careful, my tone tends to suggest "you slacker." "Have you fed the dogs (you slacker)?" or "Have you unpacked your lunchbox (you slacker)?"
I was working with a client who is so worried that her 12 year old son is not going to make it as an adult in the world that her message seems to always sound like that character in Gulliver's Travels who said things like, "you're doomed, you'll never make it." "What do you have for homework tonight ("you're doomed"?) You did great on that test ("but you're still doomed").
One of my daughters has a tendency to imply "you idiot" to her tone, though she doesn't REALLY mean it. Not always, anyway. My spouse's tone implies "seriously, I have to tell you this again?"
I think you get the picture, here. Whatever makes you most frustrated or concerned for your child is likely to come out in your tone without your intention. And it's up to you to recognize that, and begin to shift your thoughts about it, so that you can improve your communication.
To be honest, I work really hard at shifting this, but sometimes it comes out, anyway. I'm human, after all. But it's a lot better than it used to be, and progress is what we're looking for here, not perfection.
In the meantime, if this resonates with you, I definitely encourage you to read Diane's article, "How to Apologize When You've Hurt Your Child's Feelings."


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Rating: R Fandom: Final Fantasy IX Characters: Zidane/Dagger Archive: Ask me.
Author's Note: Oh, hell. New fandom. I love Zidane. The nicest hero you'll ever meet in a video game - and he's a bad-ass fighter to boot. 2/6/02
Disclaimer: Square owns these guys. And does a fine job with them too. This is for entertainment only, no money being made.
Zidane Tribal did not tell anyone what happened every night aboard the Blue Narciss as they traveled back to the Outer Continent to question the Black Mages about Kuja's whereabouts, but they probably all knew. It was damn hard to keep a secret aboard the sleek little ship. Even from Steiner. Especially from Steiner since it involved Princess Garnet til Alexandros the 17th.
It still surprised the Tantalus thief that the uptight Captain of the Knights of Pluto hadn't made a scene over the impropriety of it all, but then the endless sorrow that burned in the Princess's eyes forestalled nearly any comment. Not to say that Steiner hadn't had sharp words for him in private, however. After the fall of Alexandria, it seemed, even 'Rusty' had learned some discretion.
Because every night, once everyone else had settled down to sleep, the now voiceless princess stole into Zidane's cabin. And then into Zidane's narrow bunk. Dressed only in her loose white shift, with her long hair tangled around her shoulders and her dark eyes wide with pain and need. And every night, he silently lifted his blankets and let her crawl in beside him.
She would slide her trembling arms around him with a little whimper at first, clutching him close as if he was the only solid thing in her world. He would endure the initial choke-hold with patience, until finally she would relax and settle down against him with a sigh, pressing her tear-damp cheek to his bare chest.
And all he could do was draw her slender body close in return, trying not to put his hands in places she might object to, though she never did, and simply hold her. Then she would cry. As silently as she did everything now. Her grief for first the madness and death of the Queen, then the destruction of Alexandria Castle and the holy Eidolon that protected it, and finally the deaths of so many of the people of Alexandria overwhelmed her. Her world had been shaken, if not shattered, by loss. The only home she had ever known had been virtually destroyed and those she loved and trusted most had lied to her about her very origins. Princess Garnet - otherwise known as Dagger - was lost in despair.
Zidane could understand her need to know the truth, if not the dark gloom that accompanied it. He too had once thought he had no true home, belonged nowhere. He too had sought answers. Left Tantalus in order to seek them, fruitlessly. And returned, finally, to face Baku,tail between his legs - literally - and meekly taken the beating the thieves' boss had dished out before he took him back into the troop. The others - Marcus, Cinna, Blank and the Three Brothers - had welcomed him back with a boisterous celebration. One that he'd barely been able to enjoy, as black and blue as he had been from Baku's thrashing. He simply hadn't had the heart to defend himself from the Boss' punishment.
Yet, after that, he had never felt truly alone again. The experience had taught him, painfully, that you chose your true home. It wasn't where you happened to be born. It was the place your heart found. Dagger would have to learn that for herself, he knew, just as he had.
Until she did... he cut off the concerned thought and tightened his arms around her, gently. Her tears had slowed, finally, and her breathing calmed. She was nearly asleep at last. She seemed so fragile, yet he knew she could be so strong... if only she believed in herself again. If only... He sighed deeply, afraid to consider a world without the woman in his arms. He would protect her from danger with his own life, if need be.
But how could he protect her from the darkness of her own heart?
Eyes stinging suspiciously, Zidane held Dagger's sleeping body close to him in the night, and wished with all his might that this journey would be over soon.
For both their sakes.
The true test of his character came in the mornings. When the bright dawn light of the newly Mist-free sky would stream through the leaded glass windows of his cabin and spill across the berth. The light waking him only to find her, grief temporarily eased by sleep, soft and relaxed in these precious moments. She would snuggle closer, her silky black hair tumbling around them like a cloud, wayward strands often tickling his nose. He would close his eyes and press his face into her hair, breathing deeply of the soft scent that was just her and dream that she was here in his bed for a reason other than pain.
Just as he was doing now. His arms tightened about her as if his embrace alone could somehow protect her from the grief that was destroying her from within. A grief so profound it had even rendered her mute.
Usually, he managed to slip away from her before she woke. A necessity when certain bodily functions demanded attention. Explaining a piss hard-on to the next Queen of Alexandria wasn't something he really wanted to have to do, no matter how long they'd traveled the road together. He would go out on deck to take care of business off the stern, then gather up any other early risers, distracting them so that she could make her way unobserved back to her own cabin and preserve the fiction that she still slept in the grand bed in the main cabin. Alone.
Today, at least, his body had spared him that little indignity. Unfortunately, that meant this morning's hard-on was all due to the feel of her curled so trustingly in his arms, the soft scent of her hair, and the fragile way her dark lashes lay against the shadowed skin of her cheeks. Zidane closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, trying to remind himself that he was a nice guy, really, all his friends told him so. And he wasn't going to do anything at all to make Dagger's grief and pain worse. He'd rather die, honestly, than harm her. But damn, after three nights of this he was starting to ache. Could he stand two more nights? That was how long Blank thought it would take them to reach the beaches of the Outer Continent near the Black Mage Village.
He stifled a groan as she burrowed closer to him, murmuring softly in her sleep, her hands folded against his chest. Her thighs rubbed against his and he cautiously shifted back so that he wouldn't brush her with his erection. He'd taken to sleeping in his pants because of her visits. His underwear just wasn't barrier enough in his mind – or Steiner's. That had been the subject of his and Rusty's one discreet little talk. What he wore to bed at night. He rolled his eyes at the memory. Rusty's spare armored trews had really not been an option.
She turned again, a little restless now that light had entered the cabin. He was reluctant to wake her, since she managed so little rest even in his bunk, and so went still, biting his lip hard and rolling his eyes back behind closed lids as her firm breasts slid against him, their bodies separated from contact only by a thin layer of white silk. He could feel the sleek shape of her almost as if the shift wasn't even there. She felt like heaven in his arms. But he wouldn't look.
No. He was a nice guy.
He was a...
Damn. He was weak.
Zidane cautiously cracked one eyelid open and glanced down, breath hissing in as he saw that one of the drawstrings holding closed the top of her shift had come loose and the ribbon now dangled down into the shadowy cleft between her breasts. Above it, the creamy pale skin of her throat and chest fairly glowed in the rosy dawn light. He snapped his eye firmly shut again, cursing himself for taking advantage of her even in that semi-innocent way. She was here for comfort, not to be ogled. His tail twitched against the wall with a soft thump.
He tried to force himself to relax back against the wall of his berth, maybe even snatch a little more sleep. Mist knew he needed the rest too. Besides, she was lying on his right arm and one of her hands had slid around his ribs, clutching at him - if he moved now he'd wake her for certain.
But that loose drawstring nagged at his thoughts. Maybe... maybe he should just tie that closed for her. He could tie knots one-handed. Then she wouldn't be embarrassed when she woke up. And then she wouldn't think he was trying to look at more than he should. Both eyes slid open this time, opening to mere cautious slits. And for a long moment he just watched her sleep. Her face was relaxed and peaceful, her lips slightly parted as she breathed slowly and steadily. She was so beautiful, he thought, not for the first time. Finally, he lifted his hand from where it lay draped across her waist. She shifted a bit, a tiny frown marking her brow.
He paused and let her settle. The frown faded.
Then, scarcely daring to breathe, Zidane moved his hand with a pickpocket's smooth skill to the errant ribbon that lay so provocatively on her breast. He gathered it up between two fingers and slowly drew it taut, intending to tie it to the other one. But the fabric of her shift bunched up under the tension, the silk forming itself to her skin.
His eyes bulged out and his mouth went suddenly dry.
Her nipples had peaked under the thin cloth into hard knots of flesh that riveted his gaze. He swallowed hard. And they were a soft tan color. He could see that too, through the white silk. Like crystallized honey. Would they taste that way?
"Oh, damn," he breathed as he felt more blood shoot instantly down to his groin. And out of his head, of course. Making him dizzy. Trouble. This was trouble.
Then, to make matters worse, Dagger moved again. Innocently rolling her head back over his arm and arching her neck so that most of one breast slid out from behind concealing silk. Zidane's breath froze in his lungs. It was like being hit by a Blizzaga spell. Total immobility.
That was the edge of her... oh damn oh damn... He couldn't do anything; not close his eyes, not move his trembling hand, not even breathe. His fingers still heedlessly clutched the loose ribbon as he stared avidly down at Dagger's breast.
Zidane had no idea how long he stayed like that - it couldn't have been too long or he would have passed out from lack of air - but he was shocked into breathing again by a faint touch on his chin. He blinked once, then his gaze slid slowly up to Dagger's face.
Her dark eyes were open and she was watching him, a faint flush to her cheeks. She had raised her hand from his chest and her fingertips were just brushing the side of his jaw. As he watched, her tongue darted out and wet her lips, leaving them glistening with moisture in the morning light.
"Dagger! I - I'm sorry... It's not what you think..." he stammered softly. The ribbon fell out of his suddenly nerveless fingers and onto her chest. He caught the motion from the corner of his eye, but couldn't look away from her half-lidded gaze. There was something there, in the depths, that wouldn't let him. A wanting... Her fingers slid quickly up from his jaw to cover his lips and he fell silent. Her own lips curved in a slight smile as she dropped her hand down to rest on his.
To his surprise, she pressed gently down on his hand, lowering it so that it came to rest directly on her. He felt the hard nub of her nipple against his palm, the smooth rounded shape of her breast fill his hand and gave a soft moan. Blood throbbed wildly in his ears, in his throat, in his groin.
"Dagger..." he breathed. Her other hand rose from his side and skimmed up the outside of his arm, across his shoulder and around his neck. Slim fingers twined themselves in his hair. He felt a gentle tug and succumbed to it, bending down to let his lips touch, ever so gently, to hers.
"Dagger," he said once more, this time saying the name she had chosen herself against her mouth before deepening the contact into a full kiss. Her breath mingled with his on a gentle sigh. His hand gently explored the flesh beneath it, just as his mouth explored hers. Learning her by touch as well as sight, something his thief-trained mind would never, ever forget. The kiss seemed to last forever, their lips melding together as if meant for each other.
There was a sudden thumping in the passageway outside his cabin door, like the approach of feet. Startled, Zidane reared back, wincing as Dagger's hand clutched tightly at his hair in response. He yanked his hand away from her breast with guilty speed as he stared at the door, afraid that someone would try to enter - Quina for example. The Qu knew no tact. But the door stayed closed. He looked back down at Dagger, a rueful smile on his lips.
The magic had been broken.
She had turned her face to the side, into his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Her cheek was flushed a delicate red. And if he looked further down, he knew her breast would still be bared. So he didn't look down. He still had some willpower left. He winced as he caught his gaze wandering. But not much.
"Well, good morning to you, beautiful princess," he said, forcing lighthearted cheer into his tone.
Somehow, the cheerfulness of his tone had the opposite effect from what he intended. Rather than making her smile, she spun away from him with a sharp gasp, clutching her shift closed under her throat as she shot him a wide-eyed, nearly panicked look. Taken aback by the extremity of her reaction, he fell back against the bulkhead, thumping his head painfully against the railing above the berth. He rubbed at the lump on his head as his tail lashed the wall beside him. Dagger scrambled out of the berth and darted to the door, her face now bright red.
"Hey, hey! Take it easy!" he called as she fumbled frantically at the door latch. He leaped out behind her, crossing the small cabin in one stride to catch her shoulder and spin her around before she could get the door open. Only to feel a sharp stabbing sensation near his heart as he saw the huge, silent tears rolling down her cheeks once again. Every protective instinct he had went into instant overdrive. He caught her close, pressing her face down on his shoulder and stroking the back of her head soothingly.
"I'm sorry, Dagger," he murmured, leaning into her. "That shouldn't have happened."
She stiffened in his hold and he was suddenly conscious of the heat and length of his erection, now pressed tight against her belly.
"Aw, damn," he muttered, hand stilling on her head as words quickly spilled from his mouth. "Dagger... it's a guy thing. I'm sorry... don't be upset. I don't want you to cry anymore. I won't rush you. You know that. I just didn't want you to run out of here upset."
Something he said must have been right, because her arms slid around his waist and she pressed herself close to him, her slender body shaking. Then she was tipping her head back and looking at him, diamond-like tears trembling on the edges of her lashes, eyes wide and dark.
"I'm here for you, whatever you need. Remember that," he said softly, slipping a hand around her cheek. She smiled weakly at him, expression still sad and gave him a nod. Then she pulled slowly away.
With another, firmer nod, she straightened her shift, then put her hand back on the door latch. She ran a quick glance over him, her eyes widening for an instant near his belt line, then blushed furiously once again just as she slipped out the door. He took a half-step forward, leaning his arm against the door even as it closed behind her, letting his head fall down with a thump against his arm. His hands fisted in frustration and his eyes closed.
At least she hadn't run screaming. Of course, screaming would mean making noise, and maybe that would have been good after all... but no, he didn't want to terrify her. He wanted to make her smile again. And yet... had she been looking at his crotch right before she left? She hadn't seemed frightened, just guiltily curious. About... him... his eyes rolled back in his head again and he kind of sagged against the door.
Damn. She was going to kill him. His groin throbbed painfully in agreement.
He had to do something or neither of them would last another night. And he knew this minor embarrassment wouldn't be enough to keep her away again. Her sorrow was too deep. She needed the security of his arms. And he would give them to her, without pressure. Heaving a deep sigh, he threw the bolt on the door, then turned and leaned back against the wall.
He looked down at his hand and grimaced.
"You and me again, bud," he muttered wryly.
He quickly unbuttoned the front of his pants, hissing a little as his aching erection popped free. He'd run out of spare underwear a day ago because of her. Now his pants were damp and stained. He'd have to break down and do some washing. He sighed again as he took his aching cock in his hand. He rubbed a little of the leaking fluid down the shaft, stroking slowly. He was so hard it wasn't going to take much, he knew.
Indeed, just remembering the way the ribbon had trailed between her breasts and the needy light in her eyes when she first opened them had him gasping through gritted teeth as his strokes grew faster, harder. And remembering the way her slim hips fit against his when she lay spooned against him was enough to have him groaning and spurting almost painfully into his own hand, body shaking with the quick, hot flash. He leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, tail limp on the floor. Shuddering once in the aftermath.
He took a deep breath. Release had come so fast that the relief of it was already fading. No, he thought in weary disgust. It hadn't taken him long at all. But at least he was now in control again. And he'd stay that way, as long as Dagger needed him.
He could do nothing else. He didn't need a reason to want to help her. But it didn't hurt that he thought he might already be in lo... He shook himself suddenly, tail jerking to the side in agitation.
Nope. Not going there right now.
Straightening away from the wall, Zidane found a piece of cloth and wiped his hands clean. Then he buttoned his pants once again, sighing as he caught sight of the distinctive damp spot on the fabric in front.
Okay. It was definitely wash day.
The ladies would just have to stay below until he and Vivi and Steiner and Blank had had a chance to wash their clothes and let them dry in the sun on the deck. It would be one of those life lessons that Vivi seemed to enjoy so much. Doing your own wash. Besides, he'd been meaning to talk to Steiner about that distinctive rusting metal smell that followed him everywhere. Even when the Captain wasn't wearing his armor.
As Zidane Tribal moved around his room, rolling all his spare clothing up into the sheet atop his berth in preparation for taking it above the thought came to him, suddenly.
Did that mean Quina would have to stay below or not?
He left his cabin, laughing quietly to himself.
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Life Path Number 22
Ella Lemhagen is a female celebrity.
She was born on Sunday August 29th 1965, in Uppsala, Sweden,.
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While in many aspects the 22 is the most promising number, it is also the most difficult to live up to. Lemhagen has a great ambition, which can be a most difficult master, driving her to accomplish all that she is capable of.
Ella Lemhagen is a steady partner in any relationship. She offers sound advice and consistent emotional support. Lemhagen does not suffer from flights of fancy, and naturally resists the emotional heights. She is unconventional in thought and action, but tends to be traditional in appearance. Ella avoids airs and pretension.
Lemhagen's challenge is to share her vision and allow others to make their personal contributions. That requires flexibility on her part, perhaps her weakest characteristic. Ella Lemhagen often lacks faith in the ability of others. Therefore, she tends to control people and situations, sometimes tempted to manipulate.
In the end, Ella Lemhagen must learn to surrender to the larger cause that she serves. The final result may be quite different from her original vision, but with faith and commitment Ella will make an enduring impact on the world.
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If ever there was a single moment of total transformation, it was actually the moment of Ella Lemhagen's birth. In that instant, Ella stepped through a door in time into a new reality - the reality of human life. The most critical number in Lemhagen's numerology chart is based on the date of her birth - the moment when the curtain went up in Ella Lemhagen's life.
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Illustration Friday: SkinnySaturday, October 31st, 2009
Vegetable SkeletonWednesday, October 28th, 2009
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I got this idea from this cookbook. It's not necessarily for Halloween, but hey, skeletons are great for Halloween, right? You can use dip or ranch dressing for the head part, but I decided to use cottage cheese to be a bit healthier. (Since we will have PLENTY of candy this weekend!) The kids were so excited. I've never seen the veggies eaten so fast!
Yummy Fall Dinner: Hot Cornbread and White Chili with ChickenTuesday, October 27th, 2009
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snack-o-lanterns. Here is the recipe for White Chili with Chicken. For the cornbread I used a basic cornbread recipe, but I reduced the oil, used yummy hand-ground wheat flour in place of the white, and sugared the pan to make the edges sweet. (I sprayed the pan with "Pam" and then lightly dusted with granulated sugar before pouring in the cornbread batter.) It made a tasty, and healthy dinner. So fun for fall! Although, there has been some snow today! So maybe fall is on its way out?…
Illustration Friday: FastFriday, October 23rd, 2009
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A Day at the ZooMonday, October 19th, 2009
Doesn't get much better than a beautiful fall day at the zoo! I can't decide which was my favorite between the baby elephant, the giraffes, or the owl. This video is titled "Synchronized Swishing." The zebras kept swishing their tails in sync. It was so funny! At the very end of the movie, one of the zebras gets off rhythm and you will hear my husband announce a point deduction in their performance:


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In a series of after-death communication dream visitations, Sadgunnan convinces Sanjita that he is alive, well and still continues to watch over his best friend.
Sanjita writes:
"It's been a year and 7 months since my best friend, Sadgunnan, passed away. I had known him for the past 8 years. We hung out and were there for each other always. Besides God, he always protected me in many ways. We did have ups and downs, unlike other friendships, but despite the situations, we somehow got back in contact with each other."
"It's was a few months back in 2013, that we both got busy with our lives and hardly met up with each other, called or even texted. There was a time he wanted to meet me, but I was so caught up with my work that I couldn't meet him. My answer was always "next time"… and when the next time came that I wanted to tell him, "we'll meet up", I received a phone call from his good friend telling me that Sadgunnan met with an accident, was in coma for a week and had passed away. I was deeply shocked. I could not believe or accept his death. I wasn't able to attend his funeral, as well and had thoughts in my mind like, "That's it!! I have lost him and will not get the chance to meet him again". I thought of him and our memories, cried myself to sleep a lot, and blamed myself for not seeing him when he was alive."
"A friend of mine, K, advised me to forget Sadgunnan completely, saying that he is there for me, to take his place, and my best friend is gone to be with God, so I shouldn't cry anymore. As days and months passed, I begin to accept Sadgunnan's death and move on with my life with God's grace. I hardly thought of him as I kept myself busy. After a year of his death, Sadgunnan appeared in my dreams. In my first dream I saw his image/face in my dreams. He looked the usual him and there were no bruise marks on his head or body. He was fine and healthy. As I was sleeping on the couch, I woke up in shock and was sweating. I thought to myself, "It's just a dream."
"As days passed, I had another dream of Sadgunnan. This time he was sitting and I could see anger in him. I could see him, but he didn't talk. His messages came through as expressions and thoughts. In my dreams, I saw him showing me how he feels and what trouble is about to come to me. He showed me the thoughts of my friend, K, who took his place and had intentions to hurt me in life later on. Once waking up, I didn't wake up in peace. I was troubled deep inside. I was confused, but later I learned that Sangunnan was protecting me from harm, like he use to do before. After sometime later, I also cut off my friendship with K because of it."
"This was a time in my life that I felt hurt, lonely and sad within me. I hardly talked to anyone about it, except God. I remember the night when I cried to God to comfort me and fell asleep. Sadgunnan came into my dreams again. He was wearing a shirt and jeans; looking at me with a smile. I was so happy to see him. He just wrapped his arms around me tightly. I was sleeping, but I actually felt it for real. It felt so comforting. When I was about to wake up, we walked and I held his hand and told him I missed him and not to go, but he kept looking at me and I saw him fading slowly as I woke up."
"Whenever I was down during that period of time from Nov 2014 to March 2015, Sadgunnan appeared in my dreams to comfort me. He also commented in my Facebook pictures some time back when he was still here, but I saw his comment recently in Feb 2015, and I cried. He said, "Do not worry. I'm somewhere in a corner. Whenever you think of me, anytime, I'm always with you."
"I had another dream after that, in reality, I know that he's no longer with me as in flesh. I spoke to him saying, "In my dreams, it feels real and I see you, but once I wake up, I know you are no longer here with me in flesh." He communicates with me through his thoughts. He says that he is not dead. "Look at me in your dreams. I'm alive and real. Why are you worried? I'm not dead. I am alive." I can see myself in my dreams that I'm confused with his reply and I keep thinking about it. To make me to forget my confusion, we had a good time together. We went cycling, and was teasing me like he use to do, we went walking and then I was driving him to someplace which I'm not familiar with, all I can remember the place was beautiful and we were having so much fun like the little children. Once, I woke up from my dream and sleep, I couldn't get up as my body felt heavy and tired. It's like my legs and body needed some rest."
"The last dream I had of Sadgunnan was in April 2015, I was sitting and having fun, chit-chatting with my colleagues. I saw exactly what Sadgunnan told me in his Facebook comment; I saw him in a corner of a room looking at me with a smile on his face. Then, he walked passed me and disappeared. I woke with a smile on my face. I finally realized it's not just a dream! My friendship with him doesn't end with his death. Death doesn't mean an end to the love you have shared. Sadgunnan just wanted me to know that he's there and that he is alive in spirit. He's not gone forever. In the Bible, God said: Love never dies. I know he is living in a new place, a different reality. I thank God for the opportunity that He has given me; such sweet dreams with my best friend. I believe he is still with me in a different way and I know he's happy."
Commentary- In life, although Sanjita and Sadgunnan had their "ups and downs" and lost contact with each other for a little while, they reunited again, not only showing the strength of their friendship, but the special bond between them as soul mates.
Then, when Sanjita got busy, as people often do, there was no reason to think she couldn't meet up with Sadgunnan at another time, I mean, they were young and had the rest of their lives ahead of them, right? Surely there would be time to get together. Well, that's just the thing. That's how humans think. Everyday of our lives we operate as though there is a "next time" or a "later on." And, there is when there is, but there isn't when there's not. The deal is… we never know, and youth does not necessarily equate with a long and healthy life, chock-full of tomorrows. These early and unexpected deaths are some of the toughest ones to deal with.
After Sadgunnan's passing, Sanjita experienced blame and regret for the missed opportunity of seeing her beloved friend. That's natural. No matter what the circumstances, when it comes to the finality of this situation, we think we could have always done something different or better. As humans, again we are forced to deal with our imperfect nature; something we need to accept about ourselves. How could anyone possibly know for sure?
When Sanjita started having dreams with Sadgunnan in them, she noticed he was fine, healthy and free of the marks and bruises from injury. This is common of those who have crossed over. For sure, crossing over to the light has the power to heal and restore all things as new. Even with this amazing witness, she still brushed this visitation off as "just a dream." This is common also. Sometimes it takes a few times to realize the implications of our dream visitations.
Sadgunnan had always played a protective role in Sanjita's life, so when K later arrived on the scene with impure intentions, Sadgunnan continued to play a protective role, even after passing from this realm, suggesting that he is the same in the after-life as he was in this life. In this dream, Sanjita was able to receive Sadgunnan's telepathic transmissions about K's thoughts and intentions, warning her of future pain and unhappiness caused by him. Sadgunnan's warning was so strong, and it caused such unrest in her that she broke off the relationship with K because of it. No doubt, Sadgunnan saved Sanjita a lot of heartache later on.
On another occasion, Sanjita felt Sadgunnan give her a hug in her dream. She said it felt like a 'real hug.' While a spirit can try to hug a person in a physical body, because of the denseness of our lower vibration compared to the frequency of the spirit in a higher vibration, we might not be able to detect it. And if we did, we might just pass it off as something we only thought we felt. However, spirit bodies can hug one another. How is this so? I mean, aren't they invisible and made of thin air or something? Everything that exists is energy. To the physical being operating within the parameter of a specific frequency, it would be difficult to hug a spiritual being of a higher frequency that is completely outside the physical range. But, in my experience, I have learned that energetic frequency is relative. Beings of the same frequency can be easily seen, felt and heard amongst each other. It's like tuning into a radio frequency. You can only experience what's in that range.
At the end of this particular dream of hugging, walking and talking together and upon Sanjita's waking, Sadgunnan faded away as she returned to her own dimension for the day. Unable to enjoy the same physical frequency together anymore, they meet in dream-state, like many of us do but may or may not remember.
Sanjita mentions an old Facebook message written by Sadgunnan that was rediscovered after his passing, and she cried. It's important to not dismiss yesterday's words as today's messages. Many times, words written in the past by our lost loved ones are really meant to be read in the future, at a time when they could comfort us the most. When Sadgunnan wrote, "Don't worry, I'm somewhere in a corner. Whenever you think of me, anytime, I'm always with you" and she experienced this in a lucid dream, Sadgunnan meant it as a comfort to her. He also wanted her to know his past words stand as today's message.
In the last dream, Sanjita tries to understand the difference between their worlds. As plain as Sadgunnan came make it, he tries to silence Sanjita's doubts and confusion by saying that he is not dead, but alive and real in another dimension. What more could anyone say than that? What more do we need to know? And knowing that human brains have trouble comprehending such a thing, Sadgunnan occupied their time together cycling, walking, teasing and spending time in this beautiful playground somewhere… just outside the frequency of this physical world. When Sanjita woke up, she felt tired and her body felt heavy; a sign that she had been away.
Sanjita is right. Love never dies. And the passing of a loved one doesn't mean the relationship is over; it's just that things are a little or a lot different now, and, to be peaceful and happy, we need to adjust our thinking as such. This will take some time, but that's all part of the healing process that creates such powerful transformation in the evolution of our souls.
Recent follow up from Sanjita-
Hi Jade, I just want to share with you that in that story I mentioned about a friend of mine, K. Just two days ago, K messaged me saying he was sorry for the hurt that he had caused me. I forgave him.
And… I realized that Sadgunnan is around me and that I shouldn't cry or chase him. Yes, sometimes as a human, I do miss him but I have learned to let go, knowing that he's around, watching over me. The more we chase, it will run away from us, but if we just let go, and be still and continue with our lives, the energy will chase us. 🙂
And with the following of Sanjita's wise words… we certainly will be much more peaceful, as well.


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- (Spanish: Open Theatre) An Argentine theatermovement founded in 1981 to fight political repression and revitalizethe country's drama. Osvaldo Dragún was amongst those who launchedan appeal for new works that resulted in the choice of 20 one-actplays for production. These were staged by 20 different directorsat the Teatro Picadero in the space of a week. Suspiciously, the theaterburned down at the week's end, but public demand ensured that furtherperformances took place at the Teatro Tabarís. The impact ofthe second season was weakened by mediocre scripts and the outbreakof the Falklands War; the movement has since been less influentialowing to Argentina's return to democracy.


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Edward and Bella move in together answer Bella can't sleep and Edward gets into the tub with her because Bella's dad died and she was remembering what song her dad used to sing to her and Edward sings a song to her then at the end Edward is singing the same song his and Bella's daughter Olivia.
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Here is the cast for the 4th Annual One Act Play Festival which will perform January 16-18, 2015 at 8:00pm Friday and Saturday and 2:00pm Sunday. There are two roles that remain open for which we are seeking actors. They are highlighted in bold print below. Anyone interested should email Linda Wielkotz at firstname.lastname@example.com. For additional information, visit our Audition page. Congratulations to our cast!
For The Love of Mike
Written by Deborah Vines. Directed by Gregory Liosi.
At the behest of her daughter, an elderly woman takes on a roommate/companion and experiences a whole new kind of love – and loss.
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Written by Phillip Way. Directed by Evie Turner-Salerno.
Using Facebook while drunk may result in a quirky stranger on your doorstep wanting to hang out and also lead to a lesson in the importance of friendship.
Pete Russell: Dan Keyser
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Lottie has never been to a high school reunion; Len has been to all of them – but their 70th becomes a first for them both.
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Written by Cary Gitter. Directed by Megan Milko.
When an estranged father and daughter meet at what used to be their favorite New York restaurant, he thinks it's a reunion—but she has a request he's not ready for.
Cy: Gus Ferrari
Jacqueline: Anayzah Thomas
Lily: Mary Laido
Written by Evan T. Charpentier. Directed by Rachel Lichter.
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