tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742387738711405832024-02-08T08:48:13.634-05:00Insights on lifethinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-14150113930443065782009-12-15T14:04:00.001-05:002009-12-15T14:04:11.657-05:00(not my line)All songs come to an end. Doesn't mean we shouldn't enjoy the music... thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-91390853799269864732009-11-23T14:47:00.001-05:002009-11-23T14:47:56.735-05:00Sometimes, in order to protect yourself, you just end up hurting those you love on the way... thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-26937872042054112072009-11-02T11:39:00.001-05:002009-11-02T11:39:34.317-05:00Dear ...I sit and watch from afarAs you struggleAn everlasting inner battleHow I wish I could take you in my handsA strong embraceFull of loveAnd acceptanceSomething my words Cant give overI look at youLook into your eyesPain. Hurt. Can I really helpAlleviate it?Would you believe meIf I told uMy heart is aching for yours?I just cant waitFor the day You come backFor the dayYour plastered smileWill thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-71399356448511750742009-10-20T22:33:00.003-04:002009-10-20T22:41:35.945-04:00The PlaygroundThanks so much to Rachelli Dreyfuss for this excellent mashal. I couldnt write it better than she did, so here it is:Ever been to the playground? When you're older you think, "Man, I am way too big/old/mature/cool, to play on this mass of metal, plastic and brightly colored pieces... leave it for the kids..."Well "Man", you play on the playground everyday.A little kid, he sees the playground as athinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-4536892253209873552009-10-13T23:40:00.002-04:002009-10-13T23:47:29.616-04:00One among manyMany new and seasoned drivers fear highway driving. In reality many drivers, including myself, find it easier than driving in congested urban areas with stop and go traffic or rural roads that have numerous blind turns and other hazards. Highway driving seems more disciplined and has fewer obstacles or variables such as pedestrians, traffic lights, cars running stop signs through an intersection.thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-74832036257597610122009-09-17T14:58:00.001-04:002009-09-17T14:58:31.324-04:00Just one year...It's hard to believe the year is already gone.I look back at what was last year, and what's now....I see my friend, the best shidduch-kvetcher ever - we're shopping, of course. Then we go out for slurpee... Well she's married now. and she's b'h expecting. There's another friend. She was also single - she now carries a ring and sheitel with pride.And what about Plonit? thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-68825300332885781382009-09-01T22:37:00.004-04:002009-09-01T23:09:43.982-04:00The laminating machineThanx to Freeda for such an amazing Mashal!Laminating paper can prevent it from becoming creased, wrinkled, stained, smudged, or simply said, ruined. Day camp/school projects, licenses, credit cards... all those are laminated for a guaranteed longer life-span.Ever watched a laminating machine operate?Press the "run" button, and the wheels begin to spin. Both rolls of plastic come forward, mergingthinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-33815016761892646052009-08-27T14:21:00.002-04:002009-08-28T07:02:59.694-04:00Alone vs. LonelyWarning: sad post below - if you're having a bad day, do not read.The girls are going to the park. They are all younger than me, but nonetheless, they invite me to come along.Not that we're friends, but I know one or two among them, and I guess they just feel like being nice to me.We stroll along the path; they're talking about their most recent shopping spree, their siblings' latest pranks.I thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-32892010336197356052009-08-21T11:37:00.001-04:002009-08-21T11:37:09.274-04:00It's never too lateThe following is a concept that we often learn about in school, and is very appropriate to today - Rosh Chodesh Elul.Since I got a personal reminder about it this morning, I figured I'd share it with everyone. My alarm clock rang once, twice, three times and more this morning...I woke up at the first shot, and of course hit the snooze button right away, turned over, and went back to thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-59182649132896751072009-08-18T20:24:00.001-04:002009-08-18T20:27:22.763-04:00FiltersThanks to Itsagift for this great mashal!Email programs have a great feature - the spam filter.It filters our emails for items we do not need to see, know about or think about for even a second. They are rejected before we get to see them. Prior to having an effect on us, prior to leaving a mark.How great it would be if we humans would do the same...Just one moment of indiscretion, a rare minute thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-59851441591083118802009-08-16T20:37:00.001-04:002009-08-16T20:37:22.717-04:00Back-seat driversEver took a trip with a back-seat driver?We can sometimes be really annoying.Whether we're telling you when to turn, when to stop, or just holding onto the door handle for dear life when it looks like you're going to crash in the car in front of you. This is usually post-traumatic from either an accident or a near-accident. There's simply no way for us to know you saw that car, you thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-62559546071366909192009-08-08T23:26:00.003-04:002009-08-08T23:37:15.087-04:00Still sleeping?I woke up from my nap, feeling a bit uncomfortable.Once again, I had slept on my arm, and although I was awake, it was still sleeping.Basically, it felt like my arm was chopped off, and I was laying on a piece of rubber.I started flicking and tapping it, in order for it to regain some sensation.It took a few hits, and a few minutes, but eventually the numbness wore out, and I was able to feel my thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-41986891351729011782009-08-07T00:15:00.002-04:002009-08-07T01:15:33.159-04:00Limited Bitachon?Thank you - you know who you are - for sending me this great mashal. There was once a magician called "The Great Farini", and one day he strung a rope across niagra falls, waited for a crowd to surround him, climbed up and before he walked across he turned to the crowd and said "I am the great farni", and they replied "you are the great farini"."I am the greatest""You are the greatest""Do you thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-66187109837407557962009-08-04T13:54:00.002-04:002009-08-04T17:52:16.067-04:00What do I love?Lvnsm27 tagged me in this meme: 7 things I love.It's a hard one. It can be about people I love, sights I love, places I love to go to, things I love doing....Well, I guess I'll skip people - you guys know who you are :) and then I'll just jot down whatever comes to my mind...1. I love singing. (I'm not sure if others love it when I sing, but that's a different story)2. I love learning new things.thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-25073591191286547532009-07-31T11:27:00.002-04:002009-08-08T23:39:34.699-04:00Back to life...That's it, the fast is over.The nine days, the three weeks are all but a part of the past.Now it's time for laundry, music, swimming activities, fleishig suppers… in short, back to life.But what do we take with us?Can we just go ahead without one glance in the past?Without carrying ahead the lessons we've learnt?The yearning for Geulah, the working on ourselves… wasn't it all real just yesterday?thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-18641062006369470602009-07-25T22:54:00.002-04:002009-07-26T00:27:27.454-04:00Tisha B'avWe all know we're supposed to be sad on Tisha B'av. But why are we sad?Are we sad because the Bais Hamikdash was destroyed? Or are we sad because it wasn't rebuilt yet?I would say it's a mix of both.We know that if the Bais Hamikdash is not rebuilt in one's times it's as if it was destroyed then. So by mourning the fact it wasn't rebuilt, we're also grieveing the fact it was destroyed.What do youthinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-33151490300882357572009-07-20T08:31:00.002-04:002009-07-20T08:35:29.669-04:00Future?"A rose among the flowersA treasure to the kingדודי ירד לגנוללקוד שושנים"Yet another tragedy has struckOne of our precious livesLeaving behindOne's shattered futureHow can I be certainThis isn'tMy last half hour?thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-28324757352573379992009-07-17T17:51:00.002-04:002009-07-17T17:58:28.272-04:00I really said that? No way!I should've come up with this one on my own, but my friend beat me to it. Oh well!I love texting, emailing, and chatting.I can answer at my own convenience, and say exactly what i think or feel.I don't have to face the person i'm talking to, so I can really say what I want.And the best thing is: the conversation is saved, so i can go back and read everything i wrote.But then I realize I sometimesthinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-58625260844631795612009-07-05T16:03:00.001-04:002009-07-05T17:53:09.168-04:00Simchas HachayimA friend of mine recently told me the following: "People think that in order to give an impression of being deep, they have to look sad. Because if they walk around smiling and happy, they look shallow."Well, I disagree. Really strongly. I think it takes a certain deepness to appreciate all that we have, value it and be grateful for it.Yes, there are terrible things happening to us, right and thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-38619521806881556582009-07-03T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-03T00:06:57.098-04:00If that's what you want....My friend's hair has this strange habit of always flipping out.No matter how long she blows it in the right direction, it always ends up flipping out.She one day decided to blow it flipping out because that's how it ends up being anyway.And as she was telling me this, one thought crossed my mind:"בדרך שאדם רוצה לילך בה מוליכין אותו"thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-3946404755757726702009-06-28T02:08:00.001-04:002009-08-08T23:45:34.690-04:00Stuck in traffic?(This one's not mine. heard it from a friend.)You're on your way home from work, on your way to a store, or maybe going to visit someone, and you're stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic... Looking out the window, you notice the cars going the other way flying by.... and you think maybe you should go in that lane, because there's no traffic there... but if you'd drive in that lane, you'd actually be thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-89990809553594990222009-06-23T01:29:00.001-04:002009-06-24T00:40:00.184-04:00Car rentalYou rent a car, and tell them you'll be staying in New York. No going out of the state.But then you realize you need to go to Philly for something, and to Baltimore (isn't it next door?), so in the car you get, and off you go...When the time comes to give the car back, you go there, all confident and proud that you thought of putting all the miles on that car, and anyway they're only charging forthinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-25034075620357225812009-06-11T00:37:00.002-04:002009-07-08T20:06:32.456-04:00He's watching me...You know those parental control programs for internet usage?Where parents get to see everything their children do while online?Well recently, someone told me that they got it for their computer, as a precaution for themselves, their children and anyone else who would use it.This means that if anyone does anything online on that computer, they get a fully detailled report of each site that was thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1074238773871140583.post-68350575676837014312009-06-09T23:50:00.001-04:002009-07-05T23:41:31.486-04:00Welcome!A few years back, one of my teachers taught us that everything in the materialistic world is a mashal to something in the spiritual one.We learnt more about it in a sefer - sorry, but I do not remember which one it was - and i really liked that concept.She kind of trained us in to looking for different mashalim regarding everything physical, and I just thought I'd share them with whoever's thinking out loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01094605450605606925noreply@blogger.com1