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Coming to İstanbul Setembro 13, 2007

Filed under: Tourism — looking4good @ 11:25 pm


The strait lying between the two continents is called “The Bosphorus” meaning “The Strait of the Cow” in Ancient Greek. According to the myth, God of the Gods Zeus was married to Goddess Hera. However Zeus was not satisfied with only one woman, by using his attraction and skills, he was having affairs with different women. Io was one of them. Once jealous Hera realized the affair between Io and Zeus, she turned Io into a cow. She ordered a bee to chase Io. Io was in pain ,she started to run like crazy and the way she ran along became today’s Bosphorus…


If you wonder about SHOPPING, you should know where the good place to buy things and most importantly, what to buy. Turkey is a good place for leather, jewellry and of course carpets. Turkish Carpets are world-famous and unique examples of art. Traditional nomadic Turkic life influenced the patterns and designs of the rugs. For small souvenirs, The GRAND BAZAAR can be considered as a heaven. Even if you do not have the intention to buy anything, it’s a MUST place to be seen.

Dolmabahçe Palace where Atatürk Lived.


I will be glad to see people from other countries to come to Istanbul/Turkiye.
I’m waiting 🙂

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Why Me? I am Most Unworthy

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 9:30 pm


WHY ME? I AM MOST UNWORTHY


Out of the darkness you called me into the light
You never even considered how vile I was
I was lost and struggling in the quagmire of earthly existence
But you stretched out your hand and reached out for me
Oh, you never gave me rest
Even though I was wallowing in sinful living and earthly pursuits
Yet your voice was always there soothing, reassuring, always gently knocking at
the door of my heart

So many times I disregarded you as I ventured to establish my niche in life
So many times I pushed you to the farthest corners of my heart and mind in vain
pursuit of fame and fortune
How arrogantly I stood, proud and stiff necked as I gamely took on all comers in the
mad races
for earthly prizes
But you brought me down as I groveled in the dust
You showed me the errors of my ways
That I was running the wrong race and competing for the deceptive prize
I did not know that I have to pay the ultimate price for it – my soul
But you called me just in time
So here I am, ready to do your bidding
As I rise from the ashes of my former darkened existence
Here I am, adding yet another forlorn voice to gently call those who are still
struggling and sinking
deeper in the mud hole of earthly living
I know it’s a thankless job, one fraught with persecutions and calumny
But I can do no less than My Savior who paid the ultimate price to save my
languishing soul.

WHY ME? I AM MOST UNWORTHY

Morning Has Broken – Cat Stevens

Mel Avila Alarilla
Philippines
Poetry/Spiritual/Inspirational

 

its a beautiful world

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 8:44 pm


why i love the blogg world more than the real world

dis must be heaven
most bloggers are way ahead of the times

bloggers are not normal people
we are non conformists
we are basically a good people
we follow the blogger code of conduct

1. we do not lie
there is no reason to
dis is the virtual world
we do not reveal our real world identity to the others
we do so only after we get to no and love the other

2. we do not judge the other
it is Live and let Live here

3. we are deeply indebted to the person who introduced us to dis beautiful world
Thank u Kesh

Posted by Jim at 4:26 PM 5 comments
Tuesday, February 14, 2006

 

About faith, Jesus and proofs

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 7:28 pm

For last month or two, my life has changed a lot. Most of the time I’m pretty sad and I don’t have any patient in relationship with my mother. It kind of freaks me out, ‘cause I have to go to school again every day after two months of vacation and exams are coming … So many things in my life are going seperate ways. My world is accually crashed. Like a storm something hit me, and I know exactly what it was and what it is. I’m losing my faith. I’m a Christian, and a pretty faithfull one. Religion was the way I’ve lived. When I was waiting for the bus, I’ve prayed. I couldn’t went to bed if I didn’t prayed before. I didn’t smoke, drink, I was talking nice and I was trying to be nice. And the most important thing – if I was sad, if I had problems at home or at school, I could rely on God, because I felt that Jesus is by my side. I felt that Jesus will always look after me, ‘cause he is my friend. But then we went to Spain with school and after that everything has changed. I was drunk a couple of times and my relationship with my mother was very bad. And I felt presence of Jesus less and less … And so I am here. I know that God is always around me, I know that he cares for me, but I just can’t feel it. I am without “support system”. Who should I talk to, when I have problems with my mother? Who should I pray to when I have a lot of work in school and I need to know that everything will be OK? I don’t have faith anymore. I feel like I’m carrying all my troubles in my backpack … And this backpack is becoming more and more heavy. I won’t stand the pressure. I need and I want my faith back … It’s so hard to live without Jesus, once I’ve had personal relationship with him. I understand people whose faith is taken from them. I know how hard it is … But I know that the situation in which I am is just a proof, how strong my faith really is. God is testing me – can I fight for my faith, for my hope? And I will. But I’ve just realised, I’m just on a proof. But what about those people, who aren’t? What about those, who are being killed because of their beliefs, because they believe in God? What about those, whose faith is taken from them and they are afraid to believe again?

 

Big investigation in Oman

Filed under: Inspirational — looking4good @ 7:18 pm

A contributer in my Omani blog talked about a website he found. The website he found was about an english man talking about Oman’s Royal Cavalry and how they mistreat the horses.

So my conntributer and I decided to investigate the issue and it was surprising what we found. The man in charge of that website is talking to us through the comments and members of the Royal Cavalry also joined the convo.

It has become a big issue and I am laying down the facts day after day.

I just thought WUB would like to know about this major thing that’s happening in my country right now. Feel free to come give your points of view in this issue because I would love to know how the world feels about it.

 

A luz meridional que, … – Natália Correia

Filed under: Natália Correia,poesia — looking4good @ 6:23 pm

A luz meridional que, rigorosa,
infunde o mar no mármore, cobiçou
A Musa – júbilo azul! – e a radiosa
matéria no soneto repousou.

Mais mirtos quis Érato e em mais formosa
a tornar Camões se exasperou.
Mas, ó Bocage!, do dom o dano é glosa
e ao Tártaro de versos te imolou

a Musa, porque a Graça a treva a estruma
e de Antero a ideia em sangue escorre,
suicício com anjos por grinaldas;

que não só sol, também a noite espuma
no soneto e Florbela, a maga, morre
cantando uma hemoptise de esmeraldas.

NATÁLIA CORREIA (n. na Ilha de S. Miguel, Açores a 13 Set 1923; m. em Lisboa a 16 Mar 1993)

in A Circulatura do Quadrado Alguns dos Mais Belos Sonetos de Poetas cuja Mátria é a Língua Portuguesa, Edições Unicepe, 2002

 

A luz meridional que, … – Natália Correia

Filed under: Natália Correia,poesia — looking4good @ 6:23 pm

A luz meridional que, rigorosa,
infunde o mar no mármore, cobiçou
A Musa – júbilo azul! – e a radiosa
matéria no soneto repousou.

Mais mirtos quis Érato e em mais formosa
a tornar Camões se exasperou.
Mas, ó Bocage!, do dom o dano é glosa
e ao Tártaro de versos te imolou

a Musa, porque a Graça a treva a estruma
e de Antero a ideia em sangue escorre,
suicício com anjos por grinaldas;

que não só sol, também a noite espuma
no soneto e Florbela, a maga, morre
cantando uma hemoptise de esmeraldas.

NATÁLIA CORREIA (n. na Ilha de S. Miguel, Açores a 13 Set 1923; m. em Lisboa a 16 Mar 1993)

in A Circulatura do Quadrado Alguns dos Mais Belos Sonetos de Poetas cuja Mátria é a Língua Portuguesa, Edições Unicepe, 2002