tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65983874448812385112024-03-19T13:20:34.187+03:00Placid TurbulenceAll that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost;
all that seems calm on the surface, is most definitely shrouding a raging turmoil beneath it.Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-10782445081598252432014-09-12T19:25:00.001+03:002014-09-13T20:14:01.893+03:00Hope, prayer, and love.<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-10162223149727758212013-08-24T23:54:00.001+03:002013-08-25T00:01:23.700+03:00and she will be loved
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You wake up drowsy, still drunk on last night's ecstasy. You
can feel the sunlight on your skin so you don't want to open your eyes, your
hand reaches out of its own accord , searching the bed, longing for his touch.
You find nothing. Panic rushes within as you sit up holding the duvet against
your chest. Afterall dreams only last while you
are sleeping. The bed is still molded in his Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-33633563480258053032013-06-13T07:18:00.001+03:002013-06-27T19:58:53.893+03:00Justified
She doesn't understand why her mom is becoming like this.
She hopes its not her fault. She tries to think if she has done something
wrong, but she can't recollect. After the baby was born mummy had been going
through a very common cause of post partum depression and unknowingly let of
all the steam on the helpless 4 year old. It scared her, kind of, every time
mummy overreacted for something Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-36106558986364266382013-04-12T05:22:00.000+03:002013-04-26T05:18:20.729+03:00woven image
When I was in second grade, we had a lesson in which a
girl’s pen-friend from Russia visits her school and they talk about different
cultures and have a good time. I found
it extremely amazing how two people who had never seen each other or been in
the same environment could actually become friends, of course I was a kid and I
didn’t know better. But it amazed me none the less. And I Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-49761723594324992162013-03-24T08:16:00.000+03:002013-04-26T05:18:49.629+03:00The boy i loved to hate
His eyes blazed at the sight of me. My body melted in his
burning gaze. Suddenly the air was sucked out of me , as he smiled ever so
slightly, my lips curving in response to
his.
We had a very strong history. Born just six months apart ,
we have shared most of our lives. We cannot think of our childhood without
remembering one another, we have been
friends, cousins, Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-13912197623447851402013-03-15T21:09:00.000+03:002013-03-15T21:09:12.982+03:00Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-85389359550153107482013-01-10T19:01:00.000+03:002013-04-26T05:17:32.913+03:00and that is why he loves her
He tossed and turned again, the sound of the cat -
helplessly meowing in the chilly night - it was hurting his ears. Then it grew
quiet outside. Just as he almost reached the threshold of deep sleep it started
again. It pained him to be able to hear the cat. He wished he could turn a deaf
ear but the meowing kept haunting him. He opened the window and squinted as his
ageing eyes tried to find aNina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-7095792121274093812012-12-30T09:18:00.000+03:002012-12-30T09:20:59.558+03:00readers moments
http://themonicabird.com/post/3273155431/date-a-girl-who-reads-date-a-girl-who-spends-her
Jesus had once said "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not
seen and yet have believed." it's like that with watching tv and following a fandom, and reading and becoming a part of the fandom.
This article is so beautifully Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-16185240530453080392012-12-28T08:52:00.000+03:002012-12-28T08:52:06.390+03:00http://snack.to/bzhibil5
because i love lord of the rings.Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-14025751433926413032012-12-28T08:49:00.000+03:002012-12-28T08:49:10.937+03:00
TV: Bones.
Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-9325191202730225742012-10-01T21:02:00.001+03:002012-10-01T21:03:04.156+03:00a wild romance<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Among my many kids was Usman. Usman was the kind of kid who
you would fall in love with on your first interaction with him. He was
extremely well behaved, well mannered & spoke with a brilliance not common
for a four year old. But he was also extremely shy &very peace loving. He
was the kind of kid who would never fight back and would distance himself from
whatever he had to face Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-45238151293594876752012-07-10T20:31:00.001+03:002012-07-23T12:02:16.962+03:00Acceptance Series 2
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm
tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey aren't we all?
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me.
(mark wills – don’t laugh at me)
She didn’t want to go to the party, but there wasn’t really a choice.
She was shy, not just because she was new Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-33501855879845039452012-07-07T09:06:00.000+03:002016-10-14T22:12:42.092+03:00Take the time<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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My fingers trembled as I held the pen, I was so sure of what I wanted, I had fought family and friends, my own morals and values to be here, then why were my hands shaking as if their very existence was at stake? His hand gently held my other, and it gave me all the strength I needed. I closed my eyes - I could only see my mum’s tear-stained face, my dad’s terror, my family’s shame at Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-1025840857986021012012-06-30T21:49:00.001+03:002012-07-23T12:20:27.466+03:00
mom
dad
Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-15624624517263124032012-06-28T09:21:00.001+03:002016-09-16T19:14:20.400+03:00Everyone’s story
This used to be my playgroundThis used to be my childhood dreamThis used to be the place I ran toWhenever I was in needOf a friend
Passing by our school, I see our playground and every memory blinks a different light in my head, blurring my vision with their watery escape. Friends we made, fought with, waited in the morning to arrive, parted ways every afternoon, right here. Every solace Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-89388599672846818992012-06-28T06:18:00.000+03:002016-09-16T18:45:22.758+03:00
in memory of friends i made and lost, and the friends i didn't get a chance to make yet lost them.
Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598387444881238511.post-3633367178834312012-06-27T05:17:00.000+03:002016-09-16T18:44:11.649+03:00So much to learn – so little time
4:45 – I run to the kitchen to make tea.
I tiptoe into her room, place the tea cup on the dressing table. She moves a little but doesn’t wake up. I take a quick look at the clock on the wall- its dot 5. Thank god.
She sleeps like a peaceful child. And that’s all I pray for her, to lead a peaceful life, to not have any more drama is her life- because she’s seen enough & it’s only Nina ariefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887310262222509029noreply@blogger.com7