Creamy**JuicY

Oh yes Sir Luther King...me too i have a dream. It is not certainly as big as yours but it gives me a true pleasure and inspiration everytime i think about it. They can steal from me everything...but not my dream...or better said my dreams. They are my personal belonging, they are in a safe place, in an unreachable area. I use them whenever i want, wherever i can.
Some of them are giving me the taste and the push for living, others are offering me opportunities for fun, adventure, wish fulfillment, creativity, deep personal insight and healing... and all this at no cost.

They are making me smile when i’m sad, making me jump when i’m lazy, making me relax when i’m stressed. All what i need is to close my eyes and to see things as if i’m feeling them. Even sometimes i don’t need to close my eyes...i just disconnect “go offline” :) from the world, just to have a quit good moment with my dreams.

Dreams aren’t possible to achieve, unless u are a pessimistic person or someone who believes in luck. It was kinda of “Impossible” to step on the moon, but Neil Armstrong did, that’s because he strongly and truly believed in what he dreamt about. Just make your dream a “will”, to get the “way”. And just remove those three words from your dictionnary: “impossible”, “never” and “sure” and don’t let any obstacle buil a wall between you and your dreams. As the french proverb is telling “ The difficult is what can be done immediately, the impossible is what can be done but with a little more time”...just hang in what you dream about.

I believe in all my dreams, from the silliest one like “Alice in wonderland” to those that are making the target of my life. All of them are my basic source of inspiration. My dream Sir Luther King is not in the money and not in flying...my dream is simple, very simple...when i imagine myself owning a space full of orphans from all over the world to build a huge cosmopolitan family raised on love, respect and education, that would be enough for me to die in peace...Sir Luther King...

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.


If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb


The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet


A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.


A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.


Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.


The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.


The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.


The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds


Some lions mate over 50 times a day.


Butterflies taste with their feet.


The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.


Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.


Elephants are the only animal that cannot jump.


A cat's urine glows under a black light.


An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.


Starfish have no brains.


Polar bears are left-handed.


Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.

Homeopathy, you have certainly heard about what we call soft medicine based on the hypothesis according to it the water keeps the trace of each body that was in contact with it, and that since the universe creation. Thus, this science attribute a “memory” to the water.

If the water had memory, it would remember such terrible horrors, crimes, deception, injustice, hate and sadness.
It would taste again, while revising the memories, the blood of innocents poured in its ocean, sea, lac and streams...because nothing appease the barbarian thirst of human and that killing to survive strong or dying proud, honors the the warrier’s memory.
It would taste again the pestilential cupidity of the black gleaming dirty oil poured, telling bylaw, it happened “accidentally”....blemishing its vividness and assassinating its soul seeing that we have to take advantage of ressources that nature mother offers generousely.
It would suffer from the biterness of each tear washed by its rain, every tear dropped from the eyes of orphans traumatised by the violence and to whom we prescribe the oversight as the only cure.
It would dampen the dust covering the minors’ faces ...patriotic minors who gave their life to carburate the hellish machines to accomplish their objective. The sweat of exploited children to fill the economic gaps of third world countries...

When i think of all burden that the poor water is abiding, all that rot diluted in its memory...the reason of the drinkable water rarity is an obvious fact. And i complain to the water, sympathize to its pain, cry its despair; and i wish for it a liberating amnesia and for us to remember of all what we did to it.

Homeopathy is making the water crying...crying because of remembering our dirtiest crimes against it, our mis-use of its sources...Keep it without memory, it would be easier to continue its journey of life in peace.

The weather has showed some signs since the early morning...it was stormy and windy. I wasn’t planning to go to college, but i did. My practical course was cancelled, so i was sitting with two of my friends discussing some home works while i saw one of my classmate passing in front of us in such miserable state: she was asking for help, crying, holding her cell phone... she was simply confused.
I asked her what was going on...she said that one of our classmate just recieved the shocking news of her little sister’s death. She passed out and can’t walk anymore. They are looking for someone to drive her home seeing that their group is having classe that time and the professor didn’t allow any interruption of the course. I proposed to take care of her and to drive her home. She couldn’t walk, a group of students came to carry her...she was only crying with a loud voice. She was sitting next to me, screaming, yelling and crying...i couldn’t say any word...even to ask for direction to her home, i couldn’t demand it.

I avoid all the details... i prefer describing to you directly what i saw. It was heart breaking...to see a young, beautiful 12 year-old girl laying on her bed only like a dead body...without soul, without breath. I was the first stranger to assit to the first confusing moment...only the mom and the 2 sisters and me were there...in front of the little dead body.
The most painful moment was when my friend was begging her sister to open her eyes...shaking her dead body, screaming and repeating “ wake up sister, please wake up...you are jokking, aren’t you?!”

I was freezing in my place...shocked and confused. I prefered leaving them alone...i left, dragging my legs...collecting the broken pieces of me. I spent all the day like a mentally retarded person. I handled the situation for hours...the scene couldn’t leave my mind and my eyes when i finally blow up with cries while i was telling my friend about the story.

Love, kiss and hug the persons you love...u never know if u will see them tomorrow.

Every time i watch the TV, i become nervous. They interrupt our favorite TV series, movies, news, shows…to impose their ads. It’s everywhere we go…we can’t escape it…
It forbids us to get bored…it forbids us to think…Our desire doesn’t belong to us anymore: they impose their one. They defend us to desire randomly and hazardously. Our desire is the investment’s result of billions of Dollars and Euros...

Of course, i’m talking about advertisment. Advertising can be described as the most spread form of persuasion in the world. That’s why U.S. businesses spend $135 billion dollars on TV, radio, and print ads each year. About one fourth of every television hour and over 50% of most magazines and billboards consists of advertising.
All what they want is making money by all the ways to survive in this competitive business society. They are ready to sell us bulshits showing it as an “exclusive product”, “scientific breakthrough” or “miraculous cure”. Most of the time they are fooling us, playing on our 5 senses: the sight by variating the colors and using sexy persons (the “before” and “after” is modified my photoshop software), the hearing by using emotionnal music background, nice sexy voices, special effects ect...

Misleading advertising is spreading more and more. People are getting trapped, because the marketing stategies and tactics are getting developped, because the ways to convince us to buy this or that product are getting stronger and because simply people follow blindly their inconsciousness which was already covered by the dust of the advertisment’s effect.

I can’t list how many product has been shown as “amazing’ and “revolutional” while it was a simple “lie”. I can’t list all the complaning list of people who have been victims of misleading advertising, starting from famous companies like “Dior”, “L’Oreal”...reaching the new born chineese firms.

Wake up people, don’t believe whatever u see, whatever u read or whatever u hear. The expensive cost doesn’t reflect the “good quality”, the good testimonials don’t translate the “effectiveness of the product”, the fat free label won’t make you thin and the antiwinkle won’t make you look younger.

I’m not against Marketing, i’m against its dishonesty.

It all started on one disastrous day. First she lost the person she loved, then came her accident.
I was looking at her face...she was pale and tired. Some scars around her eyes and front... Taking cigarette after cigarette and aking for more black coffee. The bottom has fallen out of her world and she, so calm, so poised, found herself at a loss.

The weather was amazing...everybody was walking, jogging, sitting in a cafe. I was looking around us...everybody was smiling and laughing exept her. She wasn’t talkative “to make her bag empty”... i was pushing her to talk and to evacuate the pressure she is hiding, but it didn’t work. We gave the tips to the waiter and left the cafe. I was thinking how can i break that silence and that sad ambiance. She asked me to drive her home...but i didn’t listen to her. I convinced her to enjoy the sun for the few hours left. I know perfectly that the sun didn’t work and won’t work for her, that’s why i stoped my car in front of theatre to check if there is something interesting around there...she was little upset, telling me she is not in the mood for movies. I didn’t listen to her, i paid two tickets for the next show...we had to wait 30 min more. Meanwhile we bought popcorn and coke and looked around the movies posters...
The movie i picked was extremely funny...i did it on purpose to bring her some smiles.
During the projection of the film, i couldn’t believe my eyes and my ears...she was transformed into another person...even she was shocked with the popcorn because of laughing...i noticed some tears in her eyes...that’s because of the crazy laughters we had.
We spent 2 hours non-stop laughing. When we went out of the theatre, i saw sparkles in her eyes, sparkles of joy, of life, of relaxion... her big beautiful smile took a remarkable place on her face. Inconsciousely, she was talking more about everything and nothing at the same time. We turned the music on and loud in my car. I was singing with “Alanis Morissette” ...and she followed me, secretly in the beggining then when i started dancing with my head and hands, she increased her voice.

I felt satisfaction when i saw her in another state 180 degree different than when i first met her today. I felt happy to heal some of her pain by a simple method...all that thanks to some laughters. It costs nothing... it is free, valuable and 100% efficient.
If you want to help someone feeling in blue or if you want to help yourself, bring the funniest person around you or watch a comedy...believe me it works!

I was listening to her carefully, while she was talking with a sad voice tone. She has been a close friend to me since high school, now she is a young beautiful 23 year-old lady. We talked a lot about many things...we even opened the book of our darkest secrets. I didn’t know that she was abused during her teenagerhood...she was describing me with perfect details, as if i was assisting directly the scene, the sexual intentions of her step father. She was 13 years old that time, he was 51. Her boops started apearing that time, and she was in transition between the childhood world and the teenagerhood one. She was fresh...like a newly opened flower...he was admiring her growing and glowing day after day. Asking for more hugs and looking for free time to be with her alone at home, while the mom is working. He started by making her sitting on his knees...then asking for more hugs for “Daddy”...progressing to warm her up in the clod winter by holding her and making circles on her back and breast...
She was “smelling” that something was wrong with this behavior...tried to escape by serval ways: pretended to be sleepy while she was awake, locking herself in her rrom for hours, pretending studying at school while she was off, spend more time outside in the street till the arrival of her mom...

She didn’t tell anyone about that... not her mother, not her brother and none of her friend. She was terrified and she was feeling bad, dirty and guilty. She was thinking of the happiness of her mother...how much bad she will feel when she would know the truth. She kept silence for years. She was praying God to end this torture...she was getting prettier and hotter...bad sexual intentions doubled. She resisted many time by following the same strategy...escaping and escaping. 2002 was a lucky year for her: her step father had a car accident and passed away after brain damage. While others were crying, she was laughing...her eyes were illuminating with joy...now she can sleep in peace without thinking what lie she would invent the following day.

She was lucky...but what about others? millions of children are living that everyday, if it’s not worse... how can an adult man touch or think sexually about a child or a teenager? How a man dare to touch someone considered as his own child or worse yet carrying the same blood and gene? Is that a huge lack of sex ?...i don’t think so...the street, the TV, the magazines, the internet can satisfy those who are that hungry with professionnal females made for that...
It is nothing but a sickness...a disgusting, horrible and dirty behavior.
For those who have children: listen, follow, controle and protect your children (girls or boys) as much as you can...even if everything seem ok, there are always a dark hidden side of fear and shame that urge the child to keep the silence. It’s for you to break it.

http://technorati.com/tag/pedophilia that’s sad.

Talking scientifically, without considering feelings (love, passion, mercy...) or considering entertainment (art..) or whatever, there are three MAIN MAJOR and VITAL needs that we can’t live without: Alimentation, Respiration and Sex. It has been proved that our body depends on those three key words to maintain life: If one of them is missing, the basic metabolism will enter in disorder and end with death.

We all agree that respiration is on the top of the list: no one can live without air...and personally, if they close my noise and mouth and will be told to chose between Billions of $ or that one deep fresh breath that i will be struggling for, of course the air will define my life more than the money...it is really precious.

Thinking of the alimentation, the example of the house comes to my mind: to build a house, we need materials for construction; same thing with the body: to build our structure we need materials also...our materials are brought via nutrition and food. But, some houses may be destroyed if the basics are not well done...a strong wind can take it in his journey. The body is same, if we don’t eat the necessary demanded components (water, glucides, proteins, lipids, minerals, vitamines and fibers) we will be stuggling with some sickness and diseases.

When it comes to sex, different points of view may be elaborated according to religion, belief... but at the end sex is a simple matter of priorities. It was classified as an indispensable element for life. If we begin with the body...the body doesn’t know where to lead us, exept into more and more sensations of the flesh....sensations that must, by certain physiological laws, eventually cause the body to become immune to sensation, needing ever more and more stimulation....until finally like a drug, the tolerance level is reached. That fulfilling sensation and activity is required by the body and the brain...and no one can escape it. If your reason and mind do, your body won’t; and vice versa. Sex is not a sin; only the mis-use of its energy is a sin. No one can live without sex, if they don’t do it with a partner, they must be doing it secretly by themselves...

Breath deep to be conscious of the air value. Eat healthy to protect your life and boby. Find love to enjoy sex because “Using the body as an instrument for sex alone, without feelings or love, is like listening to a symphony but using only one speaker.”

It is 12:10 pm, in 30 min i have to leave, to live some in the hell. Actually it has been a while that i'm doing that everyday...today is the day before the last one. I couldn't handle the pressure anymore...i was exhausted to wake up 4 am, to satisfy my consciousness...so i slept back. I was supposed to wake up early, at least at 7am. But today i woke up at 9:10 am and worse yet i stayed in the bed till 10 in the morning. i wasn't thinking about what the hell is reserving me today...i was thinking only of tomorrow...tomorrow, i will be done from everything...i will skip the hell for a while...

Even yesterday night i was supposed to prepare for my daily trip to hell, but i didn't do anything...tried to escape by all the ways...because i was already hurted enough from my previous visit...

I did my best to avoid the fire, i killed myself for 2 weeks while people were enjoying their life to avaoid the pain i feel now...but unfortunatly, the luck wasn't besides me this time.

In the 2 previous hours, i tried to concentrate some, did all my best to prepare myself..may be i can freeze the hell. Before sitting here, i just watched some pictures, revised some memories, read my old diaries, looked around my room and smiled different time: i told myself " after all, hell won't last that much...even it burnt you a lot this time, you have an open heaven waiting for you somewhere...after all i got the brain, the health and the talent and life is not about how much or how time you have been hurt, it is about hoW did you react to heal and to decrease the injuries left" I took my confidence back from the simple things around me, from my world and from knowing really who i am. I don't care the hell now...after all it is goin to be over tomorrow... exams will be over.

Some of us like sleeping. Not because of resting, but to escape from life. I have to admit, i belong to that group, but only when i’m feeling down.
They say life is too short and we have to be carful when we close our eyes and remmeber that times flies.
They say that life is sweet and beautiful, we have just to seek joy under our feet.
They say life is merciless, we have to have a weapon in case it turns bad.
Some may say that life is unfair, the proove is sickness, poorness and ugliness exist.
Others say life is fair...just make your brain working.

The list still long. But when i think of it well, i finally find that life is nor good, neither bad. It is nor fair, neither unfair. Those are just some human attributs. Life is whatever it is: why we want it to be good or blind? Life is a logic; it is flowing like an emotionless stream carrying boats of humans. But the whole is to know whether our boat doesn’t allow the entry of the water.

We just see the circumstances through our mood...