Emi Quotes

When you refuse to ask for help, it tells others that they also shouldn’t ask for help from you. That you look down on them for needing your help. That you like feeling superior to them. It’s an insult, Emi, to your friends and peers. So don’t be like that. Let us in.

one transcendent kiss that later makes lovers take soft breaths, holding hands

Remember that you don't owe anyone an apology. You are who you are, you have no choice, and that is beautiful.

Thirteen years, one night. Nine months. One small baby will deliver true love. I can't wait to see you.

You remind me of myself from several years ago,” she says. “I always offered help—but I refused to accept any. My mother scolded me about that. Do you know what she told me? When you refuse to ask for help, it tells others that they also shouldn’t ask for help from you. That you look down on them for needing your help. That you like feeling superior to them. It’s an insult, Emi, to your friends and peers. So don’t be like that. Let us in.

I'm always so alone. I guess I should be used to it by now. That's the way it is from the moment we come into this world, but I'm still not used to it - how alone we all are.

Emi,” Erika said. “What did I tell you about swearing?” “That it’s an arbitrary assignment of negative value to words with no inherent negative value based on outmoded moral strictures,” Emi groaned.

Love doesn’t die, but people do... my love for Nate is something I will carry with me forever.  And the next man who loves me– the next man I decide to love– will have to understand and accept it. 

Even if it's a lie, it's a place of my own. That's why I'm going to keep it. It doesn't need to be a big lie—just big enough for one person. And if I can hold on to that lie inside my heart, if I can keep repeating it to myself, it might lead me somewhere. Somewhere else, somewhere different. If I can do that, maybe I'll change a little, and maybe the world will, too.

... You did what none of us could do.” “Only because the poison didn’t affect me the same way—” “Does that matter? We couldn’t do it. You did. We saw what you looked like when you got out. How many times did you fall in order to batter your knees like that? But you kept going.” “That makes me stubborn, not strong,” she mumbled. “Strength comes in many forms...

Some things are just meant to be adored...to be truly appreciated for their beauty.

—Hay amores que no dan espera, Emi. La fruta, cuando está madura, debe ser arrancada del árbol. No hagas esperar al amor—. Emilia cerró sus ojos con fuerza. Hacer esperar al amor, qué frase más bonita y más significativa. Triste y melodiosa.

I might be smarter than I look, and I might even know more than you.

Monsters are not naturally born. They are born through the darkness and hatred of humanity.

I don't want what I can't have. I don't want to want what I can't have. -Nate

something I will carry with me forever.  And the next man who loves me– the next man I decide to love– will have to understand and accept it. 

Having a baby isn't easy. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. It's been two thousand years, and it's the same old story, right?

Sometimes it's easier to face your own problems in life, when you look at the problem through someone else's eyes

Maybe that's making a family is all about: creating an environment in which people make space for one another - maybe without even trying, just naturally, to make sure that nobody's forgotten.

I will be your extrapolator of extrapolated extrapolates.

There's not protocol for falling in love with someone. There's no game plan to tell you when it's appropriate to do certain things, say other things.

Have you ever been in love, Emi?” “I don’t think so.” “Then this is a real shame,” he tells me. “What is?” “You’ve neverbeenin love.  You don’twant to be in love.  How does one live their life without love?” “So, you were in love with that girl?” “No,” he says.  “I thought I was, but no.

Do I look human enough to pass in the day?" "Yes, Suze. You do if you're looking to be a bouncer at a strip car for Trannies." "Boomshackalacka!

Using someone else's kitchen feels a little like reading their diary. I'm so anxious.

Prison is not a joke.

She felt happy in Paris, happier than here, but only Prague held her by a secret bond of beauty.

my past would be the price of my future, but only after it devastated me.

Don't give up on yourself when life gets a little harder. Instead, love harder those who do value your life

He broke off his explanation, seeing in his daughter's eyes the exact moment that a child first understands there are limits on what her parents can do, rather than just limits on what they choose to do. He knelt before her in a moment's silence, somewhat less than he had been just seconds before, and Emy a half step closer to the woman she would one day become.

(The research on the development of the first MRI scanners was performed by the British company EMI, financed in large part from their profits on Beatles records. “I Want to Hold Your Hand” might well have been titled “I Want to Scan Your Brain.”)

To succeed in this competition means finding yourself in a place where you call the shots and gets the gain. This is not an easy feat, unless you are born into it. if you are not, you will need to out-smart your equals. You need to be more ambitious than they are. You need to work harder. You need to look better and smarter. You need to justify why it should be you and not them. It’s a competition.

An echo of his misery rang in me and confused itself with my own. That tear might have been for little Emy - it might have been for me - it probably was for me, but I'll tell myself it was for both of us, and perhaps one day I'll believe it.

An essential difference between British and American punk bands can be found in their respective views of rock & roll history. The British bands took a deliberately anti-intellectual stance, refuting any awareness of, or influence from, previous exponents of the form. The New York and Cleveland bands saw themselves as self-consciously drawing on and extending an existing tradition in American rock & roll. (...) A second difference between the British and American punk scenes was their relative gestation periods. The British weekly music press was reviewing Sex Pistols shows less than three months after their cacophonous debut. Within a year of the Pistols' first performance they had a record deal, with the 'major' label EMI. Within six months of their first gigs the Damned and the Clash also secured contracts, the latter with CBS. The CBGBs scene went largely ignored by the American music industry until 1976 -- two years after the debuts of Television, the Ramones and Blondie. Even then only Television signed to an established label.

Paper qualification is no longer enough in today’s competitive society. You need skills that people will pay for.

Words... just... they can’t be trusted,

The evening vegetables looked so fresh and juicy, the tips of the greens bursting with life. Yeah, I’d love to have another baby. Maybe by the time I’m thirty-seven.

We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with electrified glass that emits electromagnetic intereference (EMI) does to the global environment.

You’d need some compelling proof,” Emi said. “The weight of evidence for an extraordinary claim must be proportioned to its strangeness.

To succeed in this competition means finding yourself in a place where you call the shots and get the gains. This is not an easy feat, unless you are born into it. if you are not, you will need to out-smart your equals. You need to be more ambitious than they are. You need to work harder. You need to look better and smarter. You need to justify why it should be you and not them. It’s a competition.

What’s it like?” “Kind of like a theme park ride, except you get the whole ride in one second. You’ll probably throw up the first time. And the second time.” “Did you?” “Of course not,” Emi said. “I’m not a scrub.

If your current skill doesn’t pay your bills, perhaps you should re-tool - and fast at that. The pursuit of knowledge and the skills that come with it must be done strategically. We must put the society we live in into serious consideration before we embark on this journey otherwise make urgent adjustments if we have gone astray. We can’t isolate our skills from the need of the society we live in. Well, actually, we can, but to our peril.

Skills make dreams happen. They build economies. They make people rich and famous. In today’s world, the demands for skills are staggering. Government, business and individuals have too much to achieve, their goals are huge. They are constantly, and I do mean constantly, looking for people with the right skills. People that can get the job done.

Life is easy for some, hard for others. Some succeed with minimal effort, others have to put in a lot of efforts and some have it served in a dish. Whichever your case is, make the best of it. Enjoy the journey.You can't control the side of life you fall into but you can rise beyond any limitation it places on you. Those who have it easy are made of plastic, you are made of steel. Do what you must today.

Don’t you think it’s weird how in an age of cryptocurrency and telework, childbirth—something experienced by pretty much half the world’s population—is still so hard and so painful? Breastfeeding, giving the baby all you’ve got, never getting a half hour to just sleep . . .

This is the way it ought to be, he thought to himself, to be able to dance with a girl you like and really get a kick out of it because everything’ on an even keel and one’s worries are of the usual ones of unpaid bills and sickness in the family and being late to work too often. Wh can’t it be that way for me? Nobody’s looking twice at us. Nobody’s asking me where I was during the war or what the hell I am doing back on the coast. There’s no trouble to be had without looking for it. Everything’s the same, just as it used to be. No bad feelings except for those that have always been and probably always will. It’s a matter of attitude. Mine needs changing. I’ve got to love the world the way I used to. I’ve got to love it and the people so I’ll feel good, and feeling good will make life worthwhile. There’s no point in crying about what’s done. There’s a place for me and Emi and Freddie here on the dance floor and out there in the hustle of things if we’ll let it be that way. I’ve been fighting it and hating it and letting my bitterness against myself and Ma and Pa and even Taro throw the whole universe out of perspective. I want only to go on living and be happy. I’ve only to let myself do so.

Am crezut in toate fantomele,am stat de vorba,perfect convinsa ca nu ma sugestionez,cu mortii,m-am catarat pe razele lunii si am calatorit printre stele.Si pe fiecare om,oricat de solid ar fi fost cladit si oricat de convins ar fi emis teorii,l-am privit ca pe o aparitie ciudata,care se poate destrama in orice clipa...

I've always thought of myself as a big music fan. When I walk to the station, or when I'm waiting for a friend or a train, I listen to music on my phone. I go to festivals and shows every summer. But listening to music alone in my room, with all the tome in the world... I wouldn't know what to do with myself. An artist, someone I couldn't see, singing, putting their heart and soul into it. Where should I look, What kind of face should I make? The more members in the band, the more awkward I feld. What did other people do - people who thought of themselves as music lovers? Did they just sit there with their eyes closed as they took it in? Did they stare off, bobbing their heads and moving along to the music?

Instead of making a life that would redeem the past—an impossible feat—I sought out a life that I could live with.

Maybe there’s a fear of being alone that keeps two people together who shouldn’t be.

You have to have a little faith,” he says, as if reading my mind.  I laugh to myself.  “Maybe not today... but someday.

And once you’ve been in love once, you’ll want it again, and again.

If you have to give me to someone, give me to the one who loves me best.

It seemed clear no one cared about my experience when I just said it. But if I could write well enough, I could trick a reader into caring.

There were so few acceptable ways to need help.

Adults viewed suicidal ideation as a pathology. But for me it was logic. Weighing the bad against the good, projecting forward to decide if life was worth sticking around for.

Everyone who dealt with disadvantaged kids, from therapists to college admissions officers, treated us as if we could overcome any abuse or neglect with sheer force of will.

The real problem’s my husband.

People seemed to be under the impression, at least in my section, that if they made coffee for somebody else, it would signify some deep personal inadequacy.

Sometimes there are things that are too precious to let go

Skills open the doors to opportunities. They break every economic boundary and empowers societies to maximize their potential. Nothing else is that powerful.

Here I was, more than thirty years of life behind me, still completely unaware of the simplest things.

Nuren isn't a cure for your problems, it's a way of life. It's the understanding of a problem, before it actually becomes one

Cras te victurum, cras dicis, Postume, semper. dic mihi, cras istud, Postume, quando venit? quam longe cras istud, ubi est? aut unde petendum? numquid apud Parthos Armeniosque latet? iam cras istud habet Priami vel Nestoris annos. cras istud quanti, dic mihi, possit emi? cras vives? hodie iam vivere, Postume, serum est: ille sapit quisquis, Postume, vixit heri.

None of this is to deny that the Niger Delta has made mistakes. It has, and a good number at that. But then, mistakes are made to make wiser and therefore help in better decision making.

The whole song and dance of resilience chipped away at my humanity. It required a profound lack of empathy. It erased any pain, no matter how great, as long as it resulted in productivity.

The en­emy doesn't want us to plan, to organize, to nationalize our economy; the enemy fights with all its might against it. Why? Be­cause it is precisely through the capitalist anarchy of production that they exploit working people. That is how they make everyone develop a dog-eat-dog mentality, where each one struggles on his own, elbowing each other, kicking each other, knocking heads; each person trying to get ahead of everyone else, failing to realize that if we got organized and united we would be a tremendous force and could go much further, to the benefit of everyone.

The Niger delta as a matter of urgency needs to re-think its development strategy by developing her non-oil sectors. There is no easy way out of this, and we will all see that at the end it is the only way out.

Everybody looks at oil and almost entirely forget that the percentage of jobs the oil sector creates is relatively small compared to the population; the introduction of more sophisticated exploration methods makes it even worse. Oil companies now look for smarter, leaner and cheaper operations. Where will these leave the economy? Good disposable income to the government with no real value to the people of the Niger Delta.

Never lose your fierce idealism. Let it be tempered by pragmatism, humility, and a willingness to learn, but never let anyone tell you that the better world you imagine is not possible. It is, through the power of partnership.

I recognized the emphasis on “grit” as a final throwing up of hands. Kids too young to speak would be held responsible for their own problems. It didn’t matter how they were wronged, or how preventable the harm; their job was to contain the damage, making the blast zone smaller by absorbing all the impact. When flagrant affronts drew the ire of society—like migrant children separated from their families and detained in tent cities, oil fields, and a converted Walmart—I found myself numb. Maybe it’s for the better, I thought. Maybe the adversity will make them stronger. The doctrine of “anything bad can be alchemized into something good” had been so drilled into me that it seemed to apply even in this extreme situation. I was horrified by the logic I’d internalized. The whole song and dance of resilience chipped away at my humanity. It required a profound lack of empathy. It erased any pain, no matter how great, as long as it resulted in productivity.

The pursuit of knowledge and the skills that come with it must be done strategically. We must put the society we live in into serious consideration before we embark on this journey. We can't isolate our skills from the need of the society we live in

I could think of plenty of things that I didn’t want him to be. Someone with no imagination, somebody who was arrogant, who was incompetent. Someone who didn’t listen to anybody else. Then again, if he was too sensitive, he was never going to be happy. . .

Alas, this did not resolve the issue of getting the Beatles onto iTunes. For that to happen, the Beatles and EMI Music, which held the rights to most of their songs, had to negotiate their own differences over how to handle the digital rights. “The Beatles all want to be on iTunes,” Jobs later recalled, “but they and EMI are like an old married couple. They hate each other but can’t get divorced. The fact that my favorite band was the last holdout from iTunes was something I very much hoped I would live to resolve.” As it turned out, he would.

If careful attention is paid to the reality, we will see clearly, the real shortage is of the right skills, rather than of jobs. If the right skills are developed, the right start-ups and other enterprises will emerge and provide the jobs needed. It’s always the horse before the cart, not the other way round. At a personal level, it will require the realisation of the need for the acquisition of required skills, the discipline to pursue it and the commitment to push through. These will require a great deal of personal courage and effort. But then, the benefit will be immeasurable.

Until they arrived, while everyone else was transitioning to winter, putting on coats and sweaters, I was going to stick with my summer dress and my usual work blazer. Dressed in the dazzling flowers of some tropical island adrift in an ocean of deep pink, there I sat, in a season and place all my own.

Finally, this is, in many ways, a book about a young man’s long journey back to a place he can call home. Writing his story has reminded me again and again that no one is more blessed by his home life than I am. I want to thank the three lovely and intelligent women who make it so: my daughters, Emi and Bobi—each of whom has lent her own unique talents to the making of this book—and my wife, Sharon. Her thoughtful reading of the manuscript, her many conversations with me about it, and her deeply insightful comments and suggestions have vastly improved it on every conceivable level. Her love, her confidence, and her continual support have made writing it possible in the first place. Without her, there would be no books.

Whether you sweep the toilet of a school or you make cloths. Whether you take pictures of dancers or you are a full-time house wife. Whether you are a village jester or the president of a company, never trivialize what you do. Your work, no matter how small you think it is can make a difference in someone's life. It all begins with you. It's not what you do, it's how you do it.

Is that food?” Shiro asked, pointing at the large paper bag in Yumei’s hand. Emi blinked at the bag. “Is that a takeout bag? How did you order takeout?” “I stole it. I have no idea what it contains.” “It smells good, at least,” Shiro said optimistically. As he crossed the room, his arm brushed hers, sending a little warm shiver through her. Relieving Yumei of the bag, he dropped down at the table and shoved the broken teacup out of the way. Yumei hissed angrily. “It’s just a cup. You have too much junk. Are you a raven or a magpie?” The crows swooped down and landed on the table as Shiro ripped the bag open to investigate its contents. Emi tried not to think about the unlucky human who was now mysteriously short his dinner. Yumei started picking up pieces of the tea cup, his expressionless face vaguely gloomy as he collected its remains.

Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves of darkness . . . waves of fire . . . Perhaps of being swallowed again, by the immense, the si-lent Mother Con-tinent? It's none of my business, city dreams. . . . But what if the Ci-ty were a growing neo-plasm, across the centuries, always chang-ing to meet exactly the chang-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears?

My heart is  c steadfast, O God,         my heart is steadfast!     I will sing and make melody! 8         d Awake,  e my glory! [2]     Awake,  f O harp and lyre!         I will awake the dawn! 9    I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;         I will sing praises to you among the nations. 10    For your  g steadfast love is great to the heavens,         your faithfulness to the clouds.     11  x Be exalted, O God, above the heavens!         Let your glory be over all the earth!

Then again, to be eternally known as the Virgin Mother, as if that’s the only thing that gave meaning to your existence … Hey, did you have any hobbies of your own? Or maybe there was a singer you were really into? You must have gotten stressed out sometimes. I mean, being called the Virgin Mother, even after your son was all grown up … And then to have him crucified like that. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. I just hope you managed to live your life the way you wanted, to take naps when you felt like it, to know yourself by a name that made sense to you ….

In the 21st century, one of the best anti-poverty programs is a world-class education..” [Obama]. A world class education can only be achieved if the teaching profession is given its rightful place in the society. Teachers should be paid well and quickly. They should be better equipped and re-trained. The government (Federal, state and Local) should accept the emergency state of our education and act more responsibly towards education. Education should not be used to play politics, the stakes are too high. Let's celebrate the ‪#‎TrueNationBuilders‬, Lets Celebrate ‪#‎Teachers‬ today and forever.

right to use Apple Corps for their record and business holdings. Alas, this did not resolve the issue of getting the Beatles onto iTunes. For that to happen, the Beatles and EMI Music, which held the rights to most of their songs, had to negotiate their own differences over how to handle the digital rights. “The Beatles all want to be on iTunes,” Jobs later recalled, “but they and EMI are like an old married couple. They hate each other but can’t get divorced. The fact that my favorite band was the last holdout from iTunes was something I very much hoped I would live to resolve.” As it turned out, he would. Bono Bono, the lead singer of U2, deeply appreciated Apple’s marketing muscle. He was confident that his Dublin-based band was still the best in the world, but in 2004 it was trying, after almost thirty years together, to reinvigorate its image. It had produced an exciting new album with a song that the band’s lead guitarist, The Edge, declared to be “the mother of all rock tunes.” Bono knew he needed to find a way to get it some traction, so he placed a call to Jobs. “I wanted something specific from Apple,” Bono recalled. “We had a song called ‘Vertigo’ that featured an aggressive guitar riff that I knew would be contagious, but only if people were exposed to it many, many times.” He was worried that the era of promoting a song through airplay on the radio was over. So Bono visited Jobs at home in Palo Alto, walked around the garden, and made an unusual pitch. Over the years U2 had spurned

Good writing is always a breaking of the soil, clearing away prejudices, pulling up of sour weeds of crooked thinking, stripping the turf so as to get at what is fertile beneath. It would be amusing to carry the simile further. Those bulbs that flower in the sand and wither! The gay fiction annual that has to be planted again every year! Those experimental plants from Russia, France, and Greenwich Village that are always getting winter killed—confound 'em!—is it worth while planting them again? The stocky perennial that keeps coming up and coming up—so easy to grow and so ugly. Scarlet sage that gives a touch of fiery sin to the edge of the suburbanite's concrete walk! And then the good flowers—as honest as they are beautiful! The well-ordered gar den! The climbing rose that escapes and is the most beautiful of all!

I looked up again at the stained glass window. There she was, the same smile on her lips. I'm sure you were totally freaked out when they told you that you were pregnant, but at least your baby's birth is now celebrated all around the world! And so many people have been saved by you, and by your child! Then again, to be eternally known as the Virgin Mother, as if that's the only thing that gave meaning to your existence... Hey did you have any hobbies of your own? Or maybe there was a singer you were really into? You must have gotten stressed out sometimes. I mean, being called the Virgin Mother, even after your son was all grown up... And then to have him crucified like that. I can't imagine how hard that must have been. I just hope you managed to live your life the way you wanted, to take naps when you felt like it, to know yourself by a name that made sense to you...

I know women are the only ones who can give birth, but once the baby’s born, why the hell should our roles be so different? Breastfeeding, I get, but what about everything else? Don’t tell me you need more time to figure out how to be a dad. Like, what have you been doing for the last nine months? Don’t just sit there and watch. This isn’t a field trip! You say you’ve got work, but what about me? I’ve got work, too! Well, I did. I know it paid nothing compared to what you make …. Anyway, isn’t that what paternity leave is for? I’m not saying take it right now, but did it occur to you that maybe I could work and you could stay at home? Did it even occur to you? Why should I act so grateful just because you changed your daughter’s diaper one time? Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe I’m worn out? Maybe it has, but, what, you think that’s just part of being a mom? Do you think he knows how it feels, Sheeba? Do you think he gets it? Even though he’s maybe eight inches away, blissfully asleep, he’s more of a stranger than some random politician I’ve never met or some stray dog somewhere in Brazil. I feel more alone with him than I do when I’m on my own.

IDEOSFERĂ: Ideile sunt ca nişte fiinţe vii. Se nasc, cresc, proliferează, se confruntă cu alte idei şi în cele din urmă pier. Şi dacă ideile, ca şi fiinţele vii, ar avea propria lor evoluţie? Şi dacă ideile s-ar selecta între ele ca să le elimine pe cele mai slabe şi să le reproducă pe cele mai puternice ca în darwinism? În lucrarea Hazard şi Necesitate, apărută în 1970, Jacques Monod a emis ipoteza că ideile ar putea avea o autonomie şi, ca şi fiinţele organice, ar fi capabile să se reproducă şi să se înmulţească. În 1976, în Genă egoistă, Richard Dawkins pomeneşte conceptul de „ideosferă”. Ideosfera ar fi pentru lumea ideilor ceea ce este biosfera pentru lumea fiinţelor vii. Dawkins scrie: „Cînd plantezi o idee fertilă în mintea mea, îmi parazitezi literalmente creierul, transformîndu-l în vehicul pentru propagarea acestei idei”. Şi citează conceptul de Dumnezeu, o idee care s-a născut într-o zi şi a evoluat şi propagat continuu, preluată şi amplificată de parabole, scrieri, apoi muzică, artă, preoţii reproducînd-o şi interpretînd-o astfel încît să o adapteze spaţiului şi timpului în care trăiesc. Dar ideile, mai mult decît fiinţele vii, suferă repede mutaţii. De exemplu, conceptul, ideea de comunism, născută în mintea lui Karl Marx, s-a răspîndit într-un timp foarte scurt în spaţiu pînă la a acoperi jumătate din lume. Ea a evoluat, a suferit mutaţii, ca în cele din urmă să se reducă, stăruind la un număr din ce în ce mai mic de persoane, ca o specie animală pe cale de dispariţie. Dar, în acelaşi timp, a constrîns ideea de „capitalism” să sufere şi ea mutaţii. Din lupta ideilor din ideosferă apare civilizaţia noastră. Actualmente, computerele sunt pe cale să dea ideilor o accelerare a mutaţiei. Datorită Internetului, o idee se poate răspîndi mai repede în spaţiu şi timp, putînd să se confrunte mai rapid cu rivalii sau cu prădătorii ei. E excelent pentru răspîndirea ideilor bune, dar şi pentru cele rele, căci în noţiunea de idee nu există noţiunea de „moral”. De altfel, nici în biologie, evoluţia nu ascultă de nici un fel de morală. Iată de ce poate că ar trebui să reflectăm de două ori înainte de a răspîndi idei. Căci ele sunt de acum înainte mai puternice decît oamenii care le inventează şi decît cei care le vehiculează. În fine, e doar o idee... Edmond Wells, Enciclopedia cunoaşterii relative şi absolute, volumul IV

For as the Father has life in himself,  zso he has granted the Son also to have life in himself. 27And he  ahas given him authority to execute judgment, because he is the Son of Man. 28Do not marvel at this, for  van hour is coming when  ball who are in the tombs will hear his voice 29and come out,  cthose who have done good to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil to the resurrection of judgment. Witnesses to Jesus 30 d“I can do nothing on my own. As I hear, I judge, and  emy judgment is just, because  fI seek not my own will  gbut the will of him who sent me. 31 hIf I alone bear witness about myself, my testimony is not true. 32There is  ianother who bears witness about me, and  jI know that the testimony that he bears about me is true. 33 kYou sent to John, and he has borne witness to the truth. 34Not that  lthe testimony that I receive is from man, but I say these things so that you may be saved. 35He was a burning and  mshining lamp, and  nyou were willing to rejoice for a while in his light. 36But  lthe testimony that I have is greater than that of John. For  othe works that the Father has given me  pto accomplish, the very works that I am doing,  qbear

Te entrego tu vida, Emi, para que la tomes en tus manos y la hagas tú misma.

People seek new jobs, cars, music systems, televisions or house because they are tired of the existing ones. Their boredom gets alleviated when they are looking at the various options available in the market for these things and then trying to figure out the finance part of it—to buy it with down payment or EMI—and dreaming of the joy of having new things in their lives. However, their boredom is back again once they get used to their new acquisition.

Garage door openers mysteriously not working are a clue to electromagnetic interference (EMI) issues.

you'll never find a shoe store that sells a pair of glass heels so make your own or just buy a pair of sneakers instead it's more practical to chase your future prince don't you think? -don't wait, run

my role my goal my dream my life not yours -all mine

A police officer should legally be able to refuse body mounted electronic devices, based on the extensive range of evidence that biological toxicity is known to occur from long term exposure to their electromagnetic interference (EMI) emissions.

Because of these lengthy and protracted court battles, it is important for Kanaka Maoli farmers to remember to assert their rights in the real world. Not only does this punctuate the legal battles taking place in the courts, but actively asserting your rights sheds light on the injustice that is happening to the Kanaka Maoli. In the end, our rights are undeniable, and the actions taken by the brave taro farmers in the face of the Goliath corporation EMI, as well as the state of Hawai‘i, serve as a reminder that we have rights to our ‘āina, our resources.

And you’ve got great legs, so wear the damn skirt,” Emi said.

Emis have given me wings!

Following the exuberant celebrations after signing with EMI it was time to get down to some serious work. Unlike many other bands, we had not paid our musical dues. In fact, we had barely put down a deposit. We had invested no serious time on the road, nor spent a year playing the clubs on the Reeperbahn.

had spent my young adulthood desperate for redemption, striving to make everything that happened “for the best.” It would only be a good story, I believed, if it had the happiest ending. I had to take tragedy and twist it into triumph. Otherwise, I would be pathetic, if not forever broken. But the man’s email revealed a third option: I was allowed to be affected. I was allowed to be changed.

There was one kid in every class who was always wearing shorts, even on the coldest day of the year. And it was always one kid, exactly one. Those kids were never put in the same class--I guess the teachers made sure of that. I wonder what happened to those kids. Are they all grown up now and wearing pants? I can't imagine how sad they must have been the first time they had to put on a pair of actual pants.