Social Media? You called upon it!

It"s a social networking tool, a database of events, the young media, as the techies would say.

You knew it's purpose and still used it.

You have written on it, read it, let some socialist read you, your face, what you do , what you did not do, what your planning not to do!

This tool of do's and "do-not"

This designed plot of stories, uploaded with cycles of unfamiliar eyes staring at the rotation of your life.
Do not blame it, You called upon it!
The social trail is here to stay.

Embrace it or leave it alone..

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The Psychology of Man

Photo courtesy of Advancedcognitivepsychology I found one of those ' Sacred books '. This book was special. The cover was not the 'usual' women's books. The kind that greets you with shiny sprinkled flowers and screaming pink petals. No, t he cover was a Man . He stood there with his sassy smile, plain and simple, notably exhibiting signs that he was the author. He dared me intuitively to open this condensed book, pages slightly below my usual huge feminine reams. The opening statement was carefully crafted and i had a sudden cognitive urge to quickly flip through the book.... My oh my! the minute i got tagged onto the intro, I knew i was going to read this entire book! Let's say it took me the whole day, to flip, gnaw, criticize, but yes i did it...read and got disturbed! So this is dedicated to our girlfriends-sisters out there, who have been urging me to let this canon loose...! ...

Bitter sweet

photo courtesy of Natural healing Looking back, the menacing treacherous schemes, planned in a sequence, to make the attack. It started like a joke, we laughed throughout holding our coke, gulping it down our throat, if only we knew, we would get a choke. painful, burning!

To the Departed

Photo courtesy of dreamstime I wrote a letter held my pen to the paper. It brought new meaning, a great new feeling. Faces lit up, mouths gaped wide. It was evident that this message I carried, this thought of words was eagerly awaited. It's amazing how each one of them, felt her impact, the desire to fulfill her legacy. The hearts that were touched. I did not expect them to laugh so sincerely, chuckle with a tinge of tears drooling down their dusted cheekbones. They wrinkled with laughter, my smile backing theirs. We were honored to celebrate her, to praise her soaring spirit. I was proud to speak my mind, tell it like it is. Plain and simple the way she lived her life.

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