Date: 01-12-2009 01:27 Subject: xhosa saxophones Security: Public Music: harry belafonte

but there were many others who saw the situation differently, and it was their counsel that prevailed in the end.

"it is not our custom to fight for our gods," said one of them. "let us not presume to do so now. if a man kills the sacred python in the secrecy of his hut, the matter lies between him and the god. we did not see it. if we put ourselves between the god and his victim we may receive blows intended for the offender. When a man blasphemes, what do we do? Do we go and stop his mouth? No. We put our fingers into our ears to stop us hearing. That is a wise action."

"let us not reason like cowards," said okonkwo. "If a man comes into my hut and defecates on the floor, what do I do? Do I shut my eyes? No! I take a stick and break his head. that is what a man does. these people are daily pouring filth over us, and okeke says we should pretend not to see."

(things fall apart by chinua achebe)

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delia, delia, where you been so long?
delia, delia, everything i had is gone
the trees have left the countryside
frost is on the ground
the birds all sing a different song
with a low and a lonesome sound
with a low and a lonesome sound

delia, delia, where you been so long?
delia, delia, everything i had is gone
if we could count the falling stars
as we have done before
or share the sound of summer rain
i'd never ask for more
no i'd never ask for more

who can tell where delia's gone
or why she went away
or if she always knew that she
would break my heart one day
would break my heart one day

delia, delia, where you been so long time?
delia, delia, everything i had is gone

(delia, harry belafonte)

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punicaceae

Growth Habits: The pomegranate is a neat, rounded shrub or small tree that can grow to 20 or 30 ft., but more typically to 12 to 16 ft. in height. Dwarf varieties are also known. It is usually deciduous, but in certain areas the leaves will persist on the tree. The trunk is covered by a red-brown bark which later becomes gray. The branches are stiff, angular and often spiny. There is a strong tendency to sucker from the base. Pomegranates are also long-lived. There are specimens in Europe that are known to be over 200 years of age. The vigor of a pomegranate declines after about 15 years, however.

Flowers: The attractive scarlet, white or variegated flowers are over an inch across and have 5 to 8 crumpled petals and a red, fleshy, tubular calyx which persists on the fruit. The flowers may be solitary or grouped in twos and threes at the ends of the branches. The pomegranate is self-pollinated as well as cross-pollinated by insects. Cross-pollination increases the fruit set. Wind pollination is insignificant.

Soil: The pomegranate does best in well-drained ordinary soil, but also thrives on calcareous or acidic loam as well as rock strewn gravel.

plantae, magnoliophyta, magnoliopsida, rosidae, myrtales, lythraceae, punica, p. granatum

About seven hundred and sixty different local varieties of pomegranate have been recognized in Iran. These varieties have been collected in Agricultural Research Institute, Yazd, Iran. The most famous varieties are Soveh, Sioh, Rabob, Aghaei, Ardestony, Shisheh cap, Shirin Shahvor, Bajestony, Malas e Daneh Siah, Touq Gardan, Khazar, Shecar e Ashraf (Behshahr), Alak, Arous, Farouq, Rahab, Khafar e Shiraz, Ferdous e Khorasan, Bi daneh Sangan.

balaustines, the red rose-like flowers of the pomegranate, taste bitter and may be used as an astringent in folk medicine. the term "balaustine" (latin: balaustinus) is also used for a pomegranate-red colour.

Every year a cultural festival is held in Goychay, Azerbaijan known as Pomegranate Festival. The festival features Azerbaijani fruit-cuisine mainly the pomegranates from Goychay. At the festival, a parade is held with traditional Azerbaijani dances and Azerbaijani music.

Pomegranate Festival usually takes place in October.

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hey, she said. hey, hey, let's not be sad anymore. hm? she said, hey, what do you say we get off this tree and go inside? as she sat herself up on the branch, looked at him with wide eyes and messy hair.

go if you want, is what he said, muffled by his t-shirt. the backs of his knees hooked over the branch, arms dangling, face obscured by a t-shirt that exposed a flat brown stomach.

she tried to say, that's not what i meant. but he wriggled out of his shirt, spat at the ground, swung back and swung forth and glared at her upside-down. go then.

i was just saying, she said, staring at the blue of the sky. let's not be sad; must we be sad? and must we stay in this sadness tree? there are pies and washed glasses waiting for us in the kitchen.

he swung upright. you don't have to stay. disappeared into the higher branches, and noiselessly remained there.

oh, i know, she said softly to her hands, but do you?

and with a sigh she let herself down to the far-below ground and found her sensible shoes and walked through the grass back to the house to the kitchen with the pies and washed glasses waiting.

hey, she'd said. hey, hey, let's not be sad anymore. hm?

well, she had tried.

Date: 28-11-2009 23:13 Subject: daddy tell me if you can Security: Public Music: uriah heep?

thousands of years ago it had been a part of the earth. then it became a slab of rock, coming to rest in the middle of a river, where at the bottom of the riverbed it languished in its timeless existence.

some people had been very interested in finding out what lies inside of stone. such people believed in mystery. one man stood on the bank of an asian river as another waded into its waters, his calloused feet smoothing over river stones.

sometimes the river lost parts of itself to big brown hands. the river, made up not just of the moving water but also of the earth that cradled it, held the big strong forms of men with curious touching fingers and cotton shirts wet at the hems, who lifted dark rocks onto the bank and slipped pieces into their pockets, warm stones that remembered only shallow river waters, and through the waters, a glinting sun.

most of those stones on the bank ended up in the care of hard-voiced vendors, who rested scarred elbows on bent knees and spread their wares before them. river rocks, said the hand-drawn signs, naturally eroded. amazing patterns. impressive, said the foreign tourists in their large hats and sun burnt skins. cool, smiled the little boys that belonged to these families. but some looked at the old rocks with eyes that wanted to know, examined the worn rocks with hands that wanted to touch, and wondered at the layers already carved away, wondered: what lay at the cores.

a little ways away from the voiceless river, a stray dog curled at the base of a leafless tree. its round brown eyes closed in the midday heat, but its sharp brown ears followed the quiet folksong of the bricklayer twenty metres away, the bricklayer in the sun building a wall that would not be his by a river no one could own, singing soft songs for himself as he worked.

Date: 27-11-2009 21:41 Subject: she's crazy, he's gorgeous Security: Public Mood: depressed Music: i'll make a man out of you

when i got home from camp, i watched mulan. then i fell asleep and when i woke up, i watched beauty and the beast and, after that, bbc's 2009 emma. romola garai played emma.

i should be having my dinner now, but i left it halfway. food is disappointing.

i want to go back to sleep, but i actually think i've been spending far more time in bed than awake.

maybe i'll just fall asleep in this armchair.

Date: 22-11-2009 17:56 Subject: eagle in a cage Security: Public

"of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "i'm a fearful, frightful flirt! did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? but i suppose you will tell me now that i am not a nice girl."

"you're a very nice girl; but i wish you would flirt with me, and me only," said winterbourne.

"ah! thank you - thank you very much; you are the last man i should think of flirting with."

(daisy miller by henry james)

so i'm supposed to be in thailand right now, but i'm not. this makes me very sad. and i mean it, because i was dying to go. i skipped fam!!! for god's sake. still, my mum thinks the reason i'm not in thailand right now is because i subconsciously didn't want to go. if you're my facebook friend (heehee) then yeah, you may have seen i got a little angry. oops. :( anyway, i'm not in thailand. i'm here. i swear i'm going to baan unrak the next chance i get, which is probably march. but i'm still really sad.

i've been having emotionally turbulent few days, Kind Of. i've covered the very, very high, and the very, very low. i reckon i should aim to be more of a Guy. and not be so emotional about everything. but, it's hard. :)

so i'm going to: consciously study (especially: chinese, mathematics, and chemistry), get back into shape (i despise this phrase. it sounds so stupid. but it's what i mean so i'm using it) (life sucks when you don't exercise. yeah i haven't been exercising. life has sucked.), read (i'm not the type of person who says she has no time to read, but now, i actually have more time to read books:) and being a chew chia, i have a lot of books:)), hang out with my friends (please please please let me do this)... at least that's what i'm going to concentrate on for now. and i will also try and be more like a Guy or stef and chill and yeah. i had an intense dream just now! seriously... i had to laugh or cry about it when i woke up. so anyway...

i'm going to watch mysterious skin now. and dhrit was all i love maria full of grace!!! so i'll watch that too later on. and, shao: have you watched monsoon wedding? dhriti: yes. i'm indian. shao: hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - but yeah i think i'm going to watch that also. after maria full of grace. which will be after mysterious skin. and a few days ago cheryl (and deen and choo) and i watched house of flying daggers!!! he it rocked my socks. : ) and since i'm talking about movies i also watched the taking of pelham 123 and i liked it so very much. anyway denzel washington is coolshizz. but i liked the movie itself. a lot! even if the whole world thinks it sucks. maybe because i didn't even watch the previous version. but it's okay. i still loved it.

"he sounds sexy. he would've been my bitch in prison."

Date: 19-11-2009 01:02 Subject: nalukolekejaga sonda walola lwala Security: Public Mood: sick

i pointed out to you the stars and all you saw was the tip of my finger