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Always follow your dreams... Originally uploaded by Vimrod1

It is only a thought, and a thought can be changed. I am not limited by any past thinking. I choose my thoughts with care. I constantly have new insights and new ways of looking at my world. I am willing to change and grow.

My Healing is already in Progress My willingness to forgive begins my healing process. I allow the love from my own heart to wash through me, cleansing and healing every part of my body. I know I am worth healing. I Listen with Love to my body's messages. My body is always working towards optimum health. My body wants to be whole and healthy. I cooperate and become healthy, whole and complete.

Everything has a beginning, a middle and an end, except of course the extraordinary novel I have been writing for 5 years now, which just has a beginning... Originally uploaded by Vimrod1 Ahahahahahaha. How apt is this? i've started everything, daydreaming, wishing, planning and of course nothing really comes to fruition. Will I take up the intro to counselling course, or will I look for a job here in Karachi..... will i continue with the reiki or will I start learning anew language or ill I.... well, at lest it's all positive stuff, eh? but this is my up swing in the biorhythms. Went to the gynaecologist first time today. she said she's not giving me a cervical exam and Pap smear until i am "sexually active" (quoting her and from Juno) I suppose that's a good thing... I've been having weirdo dreams... one was being chased by my O level Chemistry teacher with a chain saw or electrical drill, she wanted to cut my hand off as punishment for wanting to live a...

I'm feeling my 'normal' self again: hate most of the people i know, don't give a shit about the rest, irritable. unable to focus on a lot of things, but my mind's still racing. i think i almost lost myself there for a while. it was a different person, definitely a manic phase. Listening to Fluorescent Adolescent by The Arctic Monkeys makes me feel so English... and normal? Sigh. there's nothing there for me... except for those two winter jackets and a few gazillion books and papers.... pourquoi je peux pas devenir satisfait ou j'suis... I make myself think I have to live with mum from now on and yet, London.... tu me manque.... quelle stupidité... ugh. The politics there sucks... and who knows what will happen, I'll most probably change my mind about the counselling course... after all, since counselling never fucking worked for me, why the hell would i want to listen to other people go on and on and on...? It's bad enough having to live my own thoug...

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I'm beginning to care too much again, and for the wrong people. Mairy. Dammit. Dammit. It's just my enormous sleep debt making me do weird things. I re-added him to Facebook ( do NOT ask me why and do NOT tell me why either ;-) Man, his brother Mustafa is so handsome and good looking. I love the name Mustafa, btw. Yes, Fati, am sorry, but nuh. A name is a name. I still like the name Mohsin, even though it's the name of my mum's second husband of 7 months who totally screwed her over and left her to the dogs. My hypothetical first kid I'd name Mustafa. I'd never name my hypothetical kid Mohsin though. That poor kid... lol! Unless, well, then the name would no longer hold power over the people in my family. Except - none in my family is thinking along the lines i am. I think i need to make a second family for myself consisting of friends and colleagues and fellow thinkers.... I'm so spiritually and intellectually isolated. I actually wanted to marry a Mustafa,...