[SenorJalapeno]

'GRRREEAATTTT NOW IM OLD sighhhhh'

Ahh confessions of an old soul. Truth is liberating!

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Rani ji, please do not stop. I am new around here and knowing a few things about long-standing members such as the very erm wise friend of yours, helps acquaint myself more to this fine forum. So, thank you for facilitating my orientation. Please continue…

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Suddenly, things have become very interesting! So, are all Gold Members very old? Please go on…tease yourselves and in the process reveal juicy tid-bits. I cannot stop grinning like an idiot for some reason Lol.

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'…inna…anti Majnoonah willa aish…'

I do not speak Arabic but have a Egyptian friend who does and it is such a beautiful language to listen to, especially, when he speaks with his siblings, arms waving, wildly gesticulating, face all frowned up, eyes all intense. The first time I overheard a conversation, I thought they were disagreeing about something! Apparently, they were reminiscing about a favorite childhood incident. Hopefully, someday I could learn a little bit of Arabic. Erm, I know this has nothing to do with Spiders but it says 'Say Something Totally Random,' so I did. (Big stupid looking grin).

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I am not scared of Spiders for as long as they are scared of me. If I ever find out that they are not, then I definitely would get scared. I remember as a child, I was not scared of small Spiders, that was until I read about the Black Widow and promptly acquired a new fear Lol. I know of a person who has a Tarantula for a pet and I seriously am beginning to think that this person has overcooked fettuccine for brains. Yuck! and Oh No!

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Kavita ji, I do not know if your Didi will kill you, but you may succeed at getting me killed. There is no chemistry and most certainly, beyond a few flirtatious asides, will never be. I have to stay within my league Lol. Getting my hopes up and day-dreaming of what can be possible may excite my soul for a fleeting moment, but will eventually incite misery that naturally comes with the bitter panacea of what is real.

So, I choose to be grateful that one could find friends far away but kind enough to offer perspicacious perspective by means of captivating conversation. One cannot ask for more, and perhaps should not, because when one learns to say 'I have enough' the simple joy of chosen contentment helps them live the life of their dreams while they are yet wide awake.

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These are some serious issues. Kavita ji, I'm waiting to see what you will say regarding your Didi's friend. I know of someone in a somewhat similar situation.

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A huge post it was and two lines were all I got, not that I am complaining. Here is one by Nat King Cole:

It was fascination
I know
And it might have ended
Right then, at the start
Just a passing glance
Just a brief romance
And I might have gone
On my way
Empty hearted

It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love

It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned – to – love

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(Notices his name was not mentioned). Lol. (Braces himself for backlash or intelligent put-downs). I must have a martyrdom complex or something.

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'Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol. The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope above him. Free of the threat of hanging, he plunged into the sea. The sudden dunking extinguished the flames and made him vomit the poison. He was dragged out of the water by a kind fisherman and was taken to a hospital, where he died of hypothermia.'

I found this somwhere a long time ago. The Suicide Manual would have been of good use to him. Sad but funny. Yes, I know I am morbid but then again we all die sometime.

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Hi Rosie:

I cannot translate the song but here are the lyrics. Maybe someone can help.

o o o o o ….
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
dilasa de gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
dilasa de gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya

o sili sili raaten katti nahi hai
yeh duuriyan kyon mit ti nahi hai
nazdeekiyon mein bhi faasalen hai
betaabiyon kyon katt ti nahi hai
o rab teri mehar jo ho jaaye
meri zindadi bhi sanvar jaaye
yeh mera ishq nikhar jaaye
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
dilasa de gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya

akhh da ishaara chal kar lay tu
chori chori dil ki gal kar lay tu
akhh da ishaara chal kar lay tu
chori chori dil ki gal kar lay tu
akhh da ishaara chal kar lay tu
chori chori dil ki gal kar lay tu
o haale jiya mein kaise bataaun
ab toh bichhauda seh nahi paaun
tum hi tum ho meri dhadkan mein
meri saanson mein meri tadpan mein
main na jaanu ki gal hain
ho pal pal mann mein hulchul hain
mere iss dard ka tu hall hain
meethi meethi baatan karke
chand mulaakataan karke
dilasa de gaya
dil maahiya lay gaya
o rabba mera dil maahiya lay gaya

Source: http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-51240.html

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'Nothing beats the feeling of love when you're in the presence of someone you love.'

There is this woman who often sits two tables away from me in the Cafe I frequent often. She prefers Tall Caramel Macchiatos and apparently nothing and no one else. She barely touches her drink, speaks or does much else than stare out of the huge window into the parking lot just past the pavement and its beautiful red tiles. She has always been a mystery and not because I fancy her appearance. She has an ordinary face and an ordinary figure -much like mine- but there is an extraordinary quality about her. I know not who it is she loves or who it is she is loved by, but she carries an aura of longing and desire that cannot be described in words.

Each time I walk into the Cafe and sit down two tables from her, I feel all is well with the world and with me. I have never spoken to her, nor intend to do so. I just cherish the serene solitude and the vicarious joy of being a part of whatever it is she dreams of, longs for or loves.

Your comment reminded me of her.

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Porter

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Poster

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My apologies Nessa ji. Apparently, I am not as adept at sarcasm as I force myself to believe. I did make light the issue of my misidentification. Happens to me in real life so no big deal if it happens in here.

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I don't think so Alie. I am not from where you are. Not knowing you is more my loss than yours. Use your intuition and do not let Nessa mislead you into thinking Im someone else. Lol.

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Andrea ji, how could I ever thank you? Ahem, Alie, did you hear that? I am back to Rani-dreaming!

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'…well if Men could simply quit the damn games and just get to the point there wont be any need to *try* to figure out exactly wat they are saying…'

Dang! Pity the fool who falls in your path on a bad day. But, seriously, I cannot deny the truth in the statement. I hope to God I never fall in that category. The last thing a woman wants is an unsure man.

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I love…

1. Getting soaked in a downpour. Few things in life offer as much pleasure as abundantly.
2. Cuddling up in the window sill, both hands around the first cup of coffee for the day, savoring the aroma!
3. Standing barefoot in the small patch of grass just outside my window munching on my bagel with cream cheese waiting for my newspaper!
4. Eating angelhair Pomodoro with Sun-dried tomatoes, olives, capers and parmesan cheese after midnight, with nothing but a solitary candle and a quiet conscience for company…food for body and soul!

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