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Do most people have selective hearing or are they just thick? Are they so sure that what they say and/or think must be right that they can't hear what I am telling them? Or do they just not want to know?It has come to the point of where I am tired of repeating again and again what I am looking for...to the same people. Why do they insist of splitting hairs? No, I'm not one of those who has a

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Those of us who have been in the saga called shidduchim for a large number of years are probably almost desensitized to the comments and opinions made by others, from the 7 year old neighbor who thought he was being charmingly cute to Mrs Must-Wear-Black-&-I-Love-Gossip from down the block to the loud, supposedly caring, opinionated great-aunt, may she live to be 120 but not in my hearing. But

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I come out from behind the curtains with my hands up. I admit, I'm guilty of neglecting my blog and its readers. It wasn't that I was much too busy dating, too busy with work or even too busy socializing yet still, I was busy, busy finding ME. Now finding yourself is a really hard and complicated task, some people go through life never finding themselves but I wanted to, I'm intrigued to what

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1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. "Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing"2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him." -That's Advertising"3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day

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As an avid blog reader to a variety of blog I am beginning to feel a bit jealous. Many posts now seem to mention end of year and start of vacation etc and hey I'm still working for 5 weeks!! Those in the USA enjoy a nice long 2 month holiday (office workers apart) while 'over the pond' the holiday is a mere 4 weeks. On the other hand majority of educational institutions here have a 10 -12 day

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I recently had to have a scan. B''h it wasn't for anything major and although I hope for a favorable outcome, as there is no life/death situation involved I was relatively calm. So after putting on an ICU (I see you) robe...well two actually as I still had to sit and wait in the waiting room for half an hour, I was told to lie down on this down tube-like bed and given a set of earphones to

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I yearned for the koselA wall absorbed with tearsWorn with each caressFor thousands of yearsA wall where each personPours out their heartBarriers broken openEmotions apartSouls are all standingFacing one directionPraying, shaking, cryingFeeling a connectionAs I stand with themSurrounded yet aloneI look all around meAt the majestic stonesI search with my eyesFor what I not knowSomething to move

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Over the last year or two, it has been a bit rocky for me but b''h I have a few good friends who have given me time and a listening ear. One friend, who happens to be a bit younger than I, often got to hear a lot more than she bargained for. Now to tell you a bit about myself, well, I love analogies and they love me and needless to say whenever I couldn't find the words to how I was feeling, to

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Numbers...so much is centered around them...anniversaries...weight...age...given so much importance....almost too much....so what if it one more...or one less...or horrors of it two...and how much is too much....does any of it even make a difference?

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I usually blog around a title but this time haven't yet thought of a suitable one, so I will just have to write and then see what I can come up with afterward. I joined this blogging world near on two years ago (ooh, ideas for an anniversary post??) and a few of you first got to know me though my blog from that time. After some 'to'ing and 'fro'ing with wondering whether to write a blog again (

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Just to wish all my readers a good Yom Tov and enjoy the days for the fact that the mitzvah this Yom Tov is just that - to enjoy the fact that Hashem gave us Yom Tov and told us to enjoy it...so ENJOY ;)

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I have a bizarre question for u readers....have any of you ever driven bare foot? Due to a range of weirdly embarrassing reasons I ended up doing that recently. Once my shoes were off, for the first minute or two I miss judged the pedals a bit as I was used to my feet being in a certain position - now there was nothing to lean against the floor and my feet were sort of in the air over the

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I recently injured my leg which meant that I suddenly had severe limitations imposed on my movement and more importantly independence. Seems, for some reason, word got around more than I would have liked but what really intrigued me was how the comments people made to me spoke so much about their very own essence. I am not talking about humorous comments regarding how ended up as I did but

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Those of you who have been more or less been following this blog will have noticed that besides for having European spelling (well I DO live there), although I make little secret of the fact that I am still single I have never posted about shidduchim and my experiences on that front. For most part I feel that there are plenty bloggers out there who have devoted themselves to this topic and it

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I had a very different type of post planned to put up to today, it was all ready, the words, font, layout, I could picture the whole thing in my mind and then I got a call. You decided that I deserved the zechus of taking challah with a bracha and was passing your opportunity onto me as you knew that I was not planning on making challah. Now that might seem nice but it wasnt just that, you live

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As my parents are well past the child-bearing stage my house is quite adult orientated. We eat late and sort of lead our own lives while all living under the same roof, there is generally not much noise and things tend to stay just where u left them and the place is orderly. We don't have to be quiet in the evenings and we definitely don't do early mornings. We just...well sorta...live! We've

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It was just a gameI played when youngIt was just a gameThat I thought was funIt was just a gameNo more than thatIt was just a gameI liked to winAnd..In this gameThere are many 'ups'In this gameThere are just as many 'downs'In this gameYou use your skill and witIn this gameYou avoid all snakesAs...Throughout this gameYou get nervous as you riseThroughout this gameThere is a possibility to

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Cleaning gives one a lot of time to think, reflect how the last months have been and plan the dreams of the future. It has been a very rough last year for a number of reasons but as I am cleaning I am finally feeling hopeful, not that what has plaguing me these last months will disappear but rather that despite what I believe, what is happening, where I am, I will get through it and He will help

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It is no secret that many of those who were financially rich have lost money this year. It is no secret that those who were not well off previously are struggling more than ever. It is no secret that all local and international charities are dredging the last few coins from their coffers...which made the following scene all the more heart warming.Along one long road within a predominately

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In many ways it has been a hard and long winter. Reflecting from outwards in, the state of the current economic crisis, the wars and terror attacks within the Jewish world, the suffering and high amount of deaths from unnatural causes within my community, have all added to the general slump of spirits. Within my own tiny world, I have lost count of the number of communications which were 'down'

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Someone forwarded this to me and it really made an impact. A strong enough impact that I wanted to share it!THE BRICKA young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a

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Its the morning after a long night.A night of unrest,A night of questions,A night of confusion,A night of uncertainty,A night until sunrise.Tomorrow has began...today!A day of surprises,A day of hope,A day to conquer,A day to try again,A day to reshape until tomorrow.

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No words can describe nor structured learning compete with the unbridled happiness of a group of girls, with boulders on their shoulders, finally let go of their multiple inhibitions and enjoy the energetic give and take of...a full blown snow ball fight.

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run...run...run...feet poundingon the hard gravelfast.........faster.....................faster.................................faster.............................................faster.........................................................fasterlabouredbreathing..........................................................slower..............................................slower..................

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For those of you who are familiar with the regular names that Ikea uses for its furniture - this is a good one!Welcome to Ikea Israel, where products include:BILLIG – a cheap bookcase for all those extra seforimNIDAH – a moveable bedside tableFRESS – an extra-long family-sized dining room tableGREPS – a carbonated soft drink available from the restaurantBROYGUS – a new range of wedding

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Tefilla is a topic very close to my heart for the huge struggle it represents to me. I know that I am not alone in this fight with the y''h and we all have this fight at some point over some issue. While for some it may be the kavana issue for me it is reaching out to my siddur, taking it in my hands and opening it up. Once I feel the weight of it in my hands I know that most of the fight is

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I will never knowSecrets buried deepI will never knowThe sweetness of your voiceI will never knowIf I could have gotten through to youI will never knowIf I could have done moreI will never knowThe child behind the eyesI will never knowIf you feel I failed youI will never know...Because you chose to leave.Wishing you a life free of pain and much HazlochaYour teacher

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I have now began another blog - The link to it is at the top of the right sidebar.Feel free to have a peek :)

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You stand in my class, as regular as clock work, watching, listening but unmoving, will you ever join in? What will it take to reach you and show you I care? What can I do to help you trust me? What has made you need to control? What is the secret behind those dark eyes of yours? You are not a fool, it is clear but wouldn't you pick up the pencil and prove that point to me? I have tried

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Everyone approaches a newspaper differently. I tend to start from the back page as then I don't have to wait too long till I get to the letter page, my favorite part. This time was no different but one particular letter caught my eye and hasn't left my mind.The letter sought a warm, yiddishe home for a baby girl with a disability, a family who would help support her medical and social

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Why am I hurtingThose I care about so muchThe ones who stuck with meWho were my crutchWhy am I pushingThose I really want nearThe ones who knowMy one big fearWhy am I fightingThose who want to be thereThe ones not leavingThose that careWhy am I running fromThose offering assistanceThe ones giving me timeWith least resistanceWhy can't I acceptThat they mean what they sayThey aren't going to

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ArrowSmooth pierceSingle entry point**BOOM**ExplosionDarts splinteringPain all over

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Innocent young kedoishim Murdered while learning in Yeshiva...Two boys being tortured Far away in a Japanese jail...Investments crumblingHomes repossessed...Mumbai KorbanosWhile working for the Tzibbor...Young Israeli soldiers Risking their lives daily...Each incident ripped us inside, caused us to stop in our tracks, think, feel and hopefully reach out with a cry of 'why?' to our Father in

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1. I only wake up after the forth snooze on my alarm.2. I have perfected my morning dash to fit in with getting up at the 4th snooze.3. I no longer plan things to do in my lunch hour. I don't have one.4. I go home from work only when it is locking up time.5. Putting on make-up is a luxury.6. I have not spoken to anyone I didn't have to for the last 3 months.7. My inbox messages ask in a variety

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(Disclaimer: Received the following in an email and wanted to share it. This was not written by me. Hope you feel inspired)A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and G-d appeared. Hashem told the man He had work for him to do and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. G-d explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So,

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No two lives are the sameNo two situations can be duplicatedNo two reactions are identicalWhilst journeying on the road signposted 'life' we all go over bumps in the road. Majority of the time our 'suspension' is such that we barely feel it and are are to take it within our stride. Other times it is less subtle and a slight adjustment or alteration is required prior to moving on. But what happens

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Waking up is never a strong point with me, well actually it isn’t so much the waking up as the getting out of bed. With eyes still half closed I fumble my way to the bathroom. As always, while washing my hands I am faced with that mirror. I have yet to be convinced that it does not contain magnification properties although the product details which accompanied it as well as other family members

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Grey skies...atmosphere of gloom Hurried people...tuts of annoyancePenetrating rain...chilling bonesPuddles sprouting...muddy shoesClouds cracking...peeping raysKissing droplets...creating diamondsColorful rainbows....sighs of relief.

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