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This blog differs from all of my previous ones, it will be the first of a series of multiple useful medical notes which we should be aware about, its aims to raise awareness about multiple things seen by some as a small, but it really worth to be known.

My first note is about what is called (dangerous zone) or (dangerous triangle). an area which you can play around, but you must avoid to enter it.

acne and pimples affect nearly 90% of people in Western societies during their teenage years, and may

Do you have yoko meshi?

Every language has unique words that can't be translated to other languages, because they don't have any equivalent meaning. This is why a language can say a lot from a culture (it makes sense that Inuits/Eskimo people have more words for saying 'snow' than people who speaks Swahili, for instance) 

Yoko meshi is a japanese word that can't be translated into english and probably neither to many other languages. Literally means a meal eaten sideways; but the expression refers

My love will stay

Awake at night I'm missing you,
the moon is bright, the sky dark blue.

I want to touch and capture you.
I want so much this dream comes true.

What can I do It's just a dream.
I wish it's true, my soul wants scream.

The wind will blow around the space
your face will go without a trace.

The dream will leave so fast the space
but in my soul remains your face.

My soul wants scream, my heart will bleed.
It's like a stream, I feel a greed.

A greed for love, my wish to spend
the time with you shoul

Until now I have written poems about romantic topics.

This time I tried to write about a political subject in form of a cradle song ... very different to the well-known cradle songs.
 
Maybe someone thinks that topic shouldn't be written in form of a cradle song ... but it was my way. This poem isn't new. I had written it already a few years ago. Now I have it rewrited because as always when we read again old things we get new ideas to change or to improve.

A cradle song

Oh my baby please don't

My dear friends,

In my childhood I have learnt a lesson about a blind boy. (In my language – Sinhala) It name “Pure White”. Still remember, that lesson made big hurt for me.So, I have taken the spirit from that lesson to write my poem. I don’t know how many success my word, to describe it. 

Someone belie me - Flowers are so nice

They have many colors - why colors unable touches?

 Flowers have smell – Like kids so well

And they are soft - Really I know it

Has something light - Why I don’t know it

Pleas

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For the whole last night, I’d been dizzy since something uncomfortable happened. (No, not the earthquake happened in Aceh, I’m in Surabaya, I hope everything there will be back to normal).

This morning, dear Luci woke me up with his blog about poem. Don’t worry Luci, I’m not a sensitive girl, I’m logical. :p I won’t eat you alive, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll get eaten…. *kidding… :D Smiles… ^^

I’m sorry to say that I need to write this b

I have been thinking long and hard, how to come up with this sensitive topic without hurting anybody with my sincerity, so please while reading this, don't forget, I am here as a gentle, nice critic, not somebody, who wants to be pain in your ehm… a** :-)

Well, like you all have noticed, we had really awesome poetic challenge here on My EC, which came viral and many active bloggers participated. Big applause to Onee for her idea!!! Many poems were composed and published. I read them almost all BU

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PressTV (TV Network)

I saw a label under the table

                      Under the table

I saw a red label!

The red label told me about

A great shop with a big discount

A great shop with a HUGE discount,

The label from which I have found

Under the big wooden table

With six chairs around and a cat was asleep

Under that table, so nicely and deep

The cat was enjoying its lonely sleep.

And I saw children out of the window

They were playing under an old willow ….

And trees were turning green

And summer was almost to be seen!

And birds

She was a former mother, last month she went through a miscarriage by the stair slipping accident. She can no longer bear a child. The deep feeling of isolation and loneliness is tearing her into pieces as the hands of the clock is ticking she sees herself going nowhere and she seems like floating in her sadness, that keeps on haunting her day and night. The grief and mixed foreign emotions she’s not yet prepared for. The scene where you have to agree or even if you disagree, they will still do

Yesterday, I received a monthly magazine to my third subscription to a website and in its cover page there is a full illustration of a bird, it looks like a brown common buzzard but neither a hawk with its big size nor a falcon with its large eyes. So, I unpacked it from its transparent sachet and I started flicking through the pages but what intrigued me the most was the cover. Well, three hours later,  I was taking my lunch and staring at the window and just In front of me, in the balcony, the

I saw the flip flops
between the beach and the cascade mountain
in a windy day

once there was a willow tree
and a Neanderthal lady
trying to make a flip flops
many days ago

days passed by
many things happened
but still there is the notation of that time!

Flip Flops

Walking bare foot on the Road

I am praying to have Flip flops

Seeing shoes in others Foot

I am praying to have Flip flops

though I have good condition

Thank God for all blessings I have

But I am Praying to Have Flip flops too..

Willow

Remember the days

When we Were together

Remember the days

When we used to site under the willow and Play there,

Remember the days

When we used to smile,enjoy with each other

Remember the  Days

When we used to ring the bell of neighbor's door and always Run,

Remember the

My insane hallucination

This all is just my crazy imagination,

my dream, my weird hallucination.

I created this world I am living in,

Angel or Devil? Both can't win...

Either I am an angel with fake smile,

or cool devil pretending to be fragile.

Please, don't cry, it is unfair, I know,

just choose one and let's start the show.

You hardly decide so easily and fast,

to avoid own mistakes from the past.

But it is challenging to play with fire,

chasing wild angel, feeling desire...

This time you badly failed, yo

Mother, benevolence is what I’m expecting

Ponders on your attention is untiring

I’m naïve to what you assume and I suppose

Misunderstanding is an excuse for my ridicule

Oh! child, I’m begging for the time to come

That you realize this life is not always calm

Learn how to do things so you’ll never get lacking

You can’t count on me forever if you’re missing

Father, don’t forget to be more affectionate

As this childish nature is a long way process to rate

It is your duty to be might and compassionate

Guide m

Have you heard about grounding or earthing? Though sounds like electrifying as the word may imply, this is not as deadly as it may sounds, in fact, this is your cheapest out-of-the-counter energy booster and wait there’s more! But before that, let me give you words about it.  Don’t be so skeptical of something you think simple and most of the time you took for granted as you think it is only a normal and common routine, it looks least effective but when you read how reasonable this activity, no

My body is shivering as the sunset went down

the head feels hurting and dizziness is a crown

hold my throat as it is in terrible sore

seems like voices are fading and ears has a gore

My back is in extreme pain

the energy is like a battery that will drain

touch one's neck and feel the scorching fever

the unchanging situation though someone took a reliever

let it froze, give the blanket and allow to pretend unhurt

holding the cuddly pillow and feel the comfort

thinking about how those lovely hands caress th

This is on the motivation of Onee's Poem Challenge.

Oh Wonee! O’Wonee!!

You challenged me to take you

to the world of my dulcinea!!!

Ok let’s go, get ready, sit tight,

The shuttle of my thoughts is ready for flight.

I am out and floating,

See there are flowers,

No, these are the smiles of my dulcinea.

What, they are the stars? OK!

But see they are sprinkling out of the

Colorful silky dress of my dulcinea.

I will not go back to the reality

where there is all pain,

where all happiness is slain

I am disconn