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QUESTION:
What is a good comment to say to a girl on facebook?
I like this girl and she has a hot/beautiful/pretty picture of herself in her photos. How do i comment on it while indirectly saying that, for example, her eyes are pretty.
An example of this would be if a girl takes a picture of herself in a mirror and in the background there is a lamp and someone like me comments on it "beautiful.... lamp....
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ANSWER:
Just say "Cool picture." Nothing more specific. If she replies (like "thanks!"), say "Yeah, I really like your... (eyes, shirt, hair, etc)"
Hope i help!
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QUESTION:
If you were going to someone's home for meditation in the evening (once a week and holidays), what would you
....expect and hope to find? What would make it really beautiful, a terrific place to be every so often?
With respect to places to sit: regular seating or floor cushions?
What would be the central focus for the meditation? A mandala, photos, candles and lamps, pictures of saints .... or a statue of Shiva Nataraj (The Lord of the Dance), or some flowers ...?
What would be the best colors for the furniture and the walls?
That is very important: the color / colors ....
Overall: what would make you feel comfortable and conducive for a good meditation (this is just for friends ....) What would make you happy ....what would you treasure?
I guess also this means what kind of space puts you into a meditative mood and helps you along your path ...?
And tons of ferns and other beautiful plants ....?
Thank you for considering ...
peace & love
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ANSWER:
Light grey walls with a trace of purple and pink in it, plus cushions, plus the sound of falling water and lots of room to keep my mind from focusing on any sensory objects. Cover the bases, but do not clutter your meditation space. Your mind must be left free to find space within itself and if your meditation room looks like a supermarket, your meditation time will be in vain - less is more, so go accordingly.
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QUESTION:
Is this average for a very young writer?
Clearest/Most Informative Answer gets 10 points.
The day I fell for you there was a fireworks display, although summer had been long gone. Each pop mimicked my heartbeat in its erratic rhythm.
Boom!
Crack!
Sssss!
Snow fell gracefully from the sky and landed in your close-cropped brown hair like an angel as you rattled off a list of writing jargon. I hadn't understood you then, all that technical talk, but I thought it was amusing the way you enjoyed it so much.
Two passersby skipped by us, singing the tune to the song we used to as nursery school students. You stopped babbling to listen, it being the only sound that faded ever so slowly. When it was gone completely, you turned to me, the hint of a smile playing on your lips until we both threw our heads back in cackling laughter.
"I thought you were a better singer than them," you joked.
I dug my elbow into your ribs, but didn't say anything.
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You told me you loved me the day we moved in together. It hadn't been the first time you said it – in fact it had been almost the hundredth – but to me it felt the most real. The boxes of our future lay around us, some titled in the wrong direction, some fragile and dangerously stacked on the hard wood, but they were all in different sections.
"What is that pile?" I asked, pointing.
You kissed my forehead and said, "The books."
I laughed though it wasn't funny and murmured, "and that?"
"Dishes," you replied, lifting the lid to show me the china my grandmother had made.
"That one?" I asked, pointing to the largest box.
You smiled, the same kind where it played half-heartedly on his lips, the muscles in your face deciding whether or not they wanted to show emotion. "Photos."
I frowned from inside your arms. There were no photos I had taken, and as far as I could remember, you didn't even own a camera. Seeing my baffled expression, you pulled over the box and lifted the cover. Inside were photo albums. Each picture was one of our childhoods spent together – the playground where our best friend dared you to kiss me for the first time, the house that we both swore was haunted and then later snuck into just to see what would happen, and even fireworks display that winter I fell for you.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Our past," you replied simply, then gestured to another book, this time empty. "And that one's for our future."
I just smiled.
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The fire was catching. It licked the side of our home like a lollipop, something that would look beautiful if written by you, but then looked mortifying. My breath was uneasy, and I took a startled step back into your arms. You stood emotionless behind me, your face unreadable as we stood at the edge of the lawn, our home and future burning right before our eyes. Sirens blared from around and water sprayed from the firefighters' hose, creating the flames to spark up like our first firework.
I squeezed your hand for reassurance, but you didn't show any sign that you felt it.
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Candles. Or so the men had said. Candles were now proscribed. No more candles for us.
"Shame," you said, tossing a craggy, burned book in the pile. "I've always liked candles. They're more calming when reading than lamps."
"Yea, and look where that had gotten us." A sharp tongue from me only landed in arguments. I tried to stop it, but just ended up lobbing four books into the discard pile, each falling apart page by page, its bindings melted off.
"We can replace the books," said your calming voice, but your eyes knew exactly what I was thinking. They couldn't replace our home.
I sat down next to the smoldered box of photos. They were our past anyways. Who really needed memories?
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"Stop peaking."
"I'm not," I responded, but it was half-lie. Through your fingers over my face, I tried to see what you were concealing, but nothing showed. You were too determined.
"Liar!" you laughed, leading me from behind to the place you wanted me to be. "Are you sure they are closed?"
I rolled my eyes from under the lids, and said, "Mhm."
"Good. Now change that."
I opened my eyes. My intake of breath was audible and it wasn't from the snow falling around me.
Boom!
Crack!
Sssss!
"Take a photo," you said in a small voice, holding the camera with me and pressing down the button.
Click came back our new memories.
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QUESTION:
Prince Charles was driving around his mother's estate?
Prince Charles was driving around his mother's estate when he accidentally ran over her favourite dog, a corgi, crushing it to a pulp.
He got out of his Range Rover and sat down on the grass totally distraught.
The whole world was against him and now his mother would go ballistic.
Suddenly he noticed a lamp half-buried in the ground. He dug it up, polished it and immediately a genie appeared.
'You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment,' said the genie. 'As a reward I shall grant you one wish.'
'Well,' said the Prince, 'I have all the material things I need, but let me show you this dog.'
They walk over to the splattered remains of the dog. 'Do you think you could bring this dog back to life for me?' the Prince asked.
The genie carefully looked at the remains and shook his head.
'This body is too far gone for even me to bring it back to life. Is there something else you would like?'
The Prince thought for a minute, reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. 'I was married to this beautiful woman called Diana,' said Prince Charles, showing the genie the first photo. 'But now I love this woman called Camilla,' and he showed the genie the second photo. 'You see Camilla isn't beautiful at all, so do you think you can make Camilla as beautiful as Diana?'
The genie studied the two photographs and after a few minutes said, 'Let's have a look at that dog again.'
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QUESTION:
Royal Genie?
Prince Charles was driving around the Windsor Castle estate when he accidentally ran over his mother's favourite corgi, crushing it to a pulp. He got out of his Range Rover and sat down on the grass, totally distraught. The whole world was against him anyway, and now his mother would go ballistic.
Suddenly, he noticed an old oil lamp half buried in the ground. He dug it up, started cleaning it up, and immediately a genie appeared.
"You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment," said the genie. "As a reward, I shall grant you one wish."
"Well," said the Prince, "I have all the material things I need, but let me show you this dog." They walk over to the splattered remains of the dog.
"Do you think you could bring this dog back to life for me?" the Prince asked.
The genie carefully looked at the remains and shook his head. "This body is too far gone for even me to bring it back to life. Is there something else you would like?"
The Prince thought for a minute, reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. "I was married to this beautiful woman called Diana," said Charles, showing the genie the first photo. "But now I love this woman named Camilla," and he showed the second photo to the genie. "You can see that Camilla isn't beautiful at all, so do you think you can make Camilla as beautiful as Diana?"
The genie studied the two photographs and, after a few minutes, said, "Let's have another look at that dog."
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QUESTION:
Pls star if u lyk it.....?
Prince Charles was driving around his mother's
estate when he accidentally ran over her favorite
dog, a Corgi, crushing it to a pulp.
He got out of his Range Rover and sat down on the
grass totally distraught. The whole world was
against him and now his mother would go ballistic.
Suddenly he noticed a lamp half-buried in the
ground. He dug it up, polished it and immediately
a genie appeared. "You have freed me from
thousands of years of imprisonment," said the
genie "As a reward I shall grant you one wish."
"Well," said the Prince, "I have all the material
things I need, but let me show you this dog."
They walk over to the splattered remains of the
dog. "Do you think you could bring this dog back
to life for me?" the Prince asked.
The genie carefully looked at the remains and
shook his head. "This body is too far gone for
even me to bring it back to life. Is there
something else you would like?"
The Prince thought for a minute, reached into his
pocket and pulled out two photos. "I was married
to this beautiful woman called Diana," said
Prince Charles, showing the genie the first
photo. "But now I love this woman called
Camilla," and he showed the genie the second
photo. "You see Camilla isn't beautiful at all,
so do you think you can make Camilla as beautiful
as Diana?"
The genie studied the two photographs and after a
few minutes said, "Let's have another look at the
dog".
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QUESTION:
Charles and the corgis?
Prince Charles was driving around his mother's estate when he accidentally ran over her favourite dog, a Corgi, crushing it to a pulp. He got out of his Range Rover and sat down on the grass totally distraught. The whole world was against him and now his mother would go ballistic.
Suddenly he noticed a lamp half-buried in the ground. He dug it up, polished it and immediately a genie appeared. "You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment," said the genie. "As a reward I shall grant you one wish."
"Well," said the Prince, "I have all the material things I need, but let me show you this dog."
They walk over to the splattered remains of the dog. "Do you think you could bring this dog back to life for me?" the Prince asked.
The genie carefully looked at the remains and shook his head. "This body is too far gone for even me to bring it back to life. Is there something else you would like?"
The Prince thought for a minute, reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. "I was married to this beautiful woman called Diana," said Prince Charles, showing the genie the first photo. "But now I love this woman called Camilla," and he showed the genie the second photo.
"You see Camilla isn't beautiful at all, so do you think you can make Camilla as beautiful as Diana?"
The genie studied the two photographs and after a few minutes said, "Let's have a look at that dog again."
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QUESTION:
Prince Charles' wish?
Prince Charles is driving around the Queen's estsate when he accidentally runs over her favourite corgi.
He gets out of the car and sits down on the grass, distraught.
Suddenly, he notices a lamp half-buried in the ground.
He digs it up, polishes it and immediately a genie appears.
The genie says "You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment. As a reward i grant you one wish".
Charles says "Could you bring this dog back to life?"
The genie looks at the splattered remains and shakes his head.
He says "You ask too much. It's bones are crushed and its brains are splashed all over the road. Even if i couldn't bring it back to life, is there something else you'd like?"
Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out 2 photos.
He shows the first photo to the genie, "I was married to this beautiful woman called Diana" he says.
He then shows him the photo of Camilla, "Could you make her as beautiful as Diana?"
"Let me take another look at that dog!" he says
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QUESTION:
Do you think my bedroom is okay looking the way its looking at the moment?
I know i shouldn't get advice from complete strangers, but i'm the type of person that needs to be constantly told that something is okay for me to start believing it for myself. Dunno why, guess i just don't trust ME. Okay, so i am 24, and up until now my room has always been messy, disorganized & cluttered. But oneday i just went on a mad cleaning frenzy, and got rid of 3/4 of my stuff. Now my room is looking a little bare-ish! All i have in my bedroom is just the essentials & my comforts. I have no decorations or ornaments, unless they serve some kind of purpose. My television is in my room cos i watch it every day, books are in my room, because i love reading, my bed is obviously in my room, cos i need it for sleeping, and my clothes are in my room, so i can wear them etc etc!!! I've taken all my makeup, beauty & hair products OUT and placed in the bathroom, i've gotten rid of any past memories, and have placed photos & things in storage. (i don't like being reminded of my past, the memories in my head are enough i think). My drawers are still messy but organized, i got rid of all my cushions & things, and only have two pillows now. I only have one set of bedsheets (those on my bed). i have no lamps in my room, because i have a main lighting fixture, and why would i need extra lighting? I got rid of anything that i oneday thought i'd use (ie sewing machine, cameras tripod), but have since stayed in my room gathering dust, never been really used. i also got rid of my night table & my desk & its hutch, because i just didn't need them anymore. My room is so spacious & beautiful, and i do like it, but i feel like it shouldn't be like this. It seems more like a guest room rather than the room of a 24 year old. Do you think this is okay to be like this? to have a room like this? i spend a good deal of time in my room anyways. My family (brothers/sisters & sisters in laws, nieces & nephews) are all coming over this year for christmas, and i just know they're going to say something about how horrible & bare my room is.. their rooms are full of junk & clutter afterall. If you were to see my room sorta the way i described it, what would you think about me? they say your bedroom should reflect your personality, what would that say about me do you think? I think the best thing about my room being this way, is that now i can't impulse shop like i used too, meaning i'll save money, and spend it on more important things. i do feel a sense of simplicity in my life now. is that good to feel? my room is also in colors of black/white, taupe, brown & cream 
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ANSWER:
Congrats on your clean out! Guess you can't have it both ways, cleared of clutter and simplistic- yet you feel it is bare, not reflecting your personality?
It is not up to others to judge you, you have to have it how YOU wish it to be, no one else's.
Do you have any picturesor otherwise on walls?
I too feel my bedroom is not attractive, but am married so need to consider Hubby!
Do your room up with attractive beeding, doona covers, curtains, throw pillows etc?
Good Luck!
