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Happy Mother's Day (",)

Tuesday, March 21, 2006





"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,~Howard Johnson~

posted by Dananeer
8:32 AM

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Miss it!!

Monday, March 13, 2006


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3:37 AM

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Saturday, March 11, 2006



lots of feelings i had when watching the movie
still didn't translated them to thoughts
but the movie really really great
not every one will love
as i saw in z cinema last night
i don't know why?!
may be we don't want to see the truth
the truth about ourselves i mean
yes this is reality
not fake and make up
this is every one of us
this is the insides
and the crashes with the outsides
this is our discrimination to ourselves
before any one else
i really had a peaceful night yesterday
that i thank god for.

posted by Dananeer
3:04 PM

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Graham: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.


Shereen: They think we're Arab. When did Persian become Arab?


Lara: [referring to the impenetrable cloak] He doesn't have it!


Elizabeth: [confused] He doesn't have what?


Anthony: Come on now! This is America. Time is money.


Anthony: It's just black people demeaning other black people, using that word over and over. You ever hear white people callin' each other "honky" all the time? "Hey, honky, how's work?" "Not bad, cracker, we're diversifying!"


Rick: Why do these guys have to be black? No matter how we spin this thing, I'm either gonna lose the black vote or I'm gonna lose the law and order vote!

Karen: You know, I think you're worrying too much. You have a lot of support in the black community.

Rick: ll right. if we can't duck this thing, we're gonna have to neutralize it. What we need is a picture of me pinning a medal on a black man. The firefighter - the one that saved the camp or something - Northridge... what's his name?

Bruce: He's Iraqi.


Officer Ryan: [talking on the phone] I wanna speak to your supervisor...

Shaniqua: I am my supervisor!

Officer Ryan: All right well, what's your name?

Shaniqua: Shaniqua Johnson.

Officer Ryan: Shaniqua. Big fucking surprise that is!

Shaniqua: Oh! [Shaniqua hangs up]


Graham: Fuck you very much. Thanks for thinking of me.


Jean: I would like the locks changed again in the morning.

Rick: You what?... Look, why don't you just go lie down, ok? Have you checked on James?

Jean: Well of course I've checked on James. I've checked on him every five minutes since we've been home. Do not patronize me. I want the locks changed again in the morning.

Rick: Shhhh. It's ok. Just go to bed, all right?

Jean: Okay, didn't I just tell you not to treat me like a child?

Maria: I'm sorry Mrs. Jean. It's okay, I go home now?

Rick: It's okay. Thank you very much for staying Maria.

Maria: You're welcome. No problem. Goodnight Mrs. Jean.

Jean: [rudely] Goodnight. I would like the locks changed again in the morning. And you know what, you might mention that next time we'd appreciate it if they didn't send a gang member...

Rick: A gang member?

Jean: Yes, yeah.

Rick: What do you mean? That kid in there?

Jean: Yea. The guy in there with the shaved head, the pants around his ass, the prison tattoos.

Rick: Oh come on. Those are not prison tattoos.

Jean: Oh really? And he's not gonna go sell our key to one of his gang banger friends the moment he's out our door?

Rick: Look, you've had a really tough night. I think it'd be best if you'd go upstairs right now and...

Jean: And what? Wait for them to break in? [yelling]

Jean: I just had a gun pointed in my face...

Rick: You lower your voice.

Jean: [yelling] ... and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks away, she's a racist, right? Well I got scared and I didn't do anything and ten seconds later I had a gun in my face. Now I am telling you, your amigo in there is going to sell our key to one of his homies and this time it would be really fucking great if you acted like you gave a shit!


Jean: Do you want to hear something funny?

Maria: What's that Mrs. Jean?

Jean: You're the best friend I've got.


Jean: I am angry all the time... and I don't know why.


Christine: I just couldn't stand see that man take away your dignity.


Cameron: [to Anthony] You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.


Officer Ryan: You think you know who you are? [Officer Hanson nods]

Officer Ryan: You have no idea.


Anthony: Look around! You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dressed like gangbangers? Do we look threatening? No. Fact, if anybody should be scared, it's us: the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the triggerhappy LAPD. So, why aren't we scared?

Peter: Because we have guns?

Anthony: You could be right.


Ria: Why do you keep everybody a certain distance, huh? What, you start to feel something and panic?

Graham: Come on, Maria. You're just pissed 'cause I answered the phone. Ria: That's just where I begin to get pissed. I mean, really, what kind of man speaks to his mother that way?

Graham: Oh, this is about my mother. What do you know about my mother?

Ria: If I was your father, I'd kick your fucking ass.


Graham: OK, I was raised badly. Why don't you take your clothes off, get back into bed, and teach me a lesson?

Ria: You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How 'bout a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. Neither one of those is Mexico. Graham: Ah. Well then I guess the big mystery is, who gathered all those remarkably different cultures together and taught them all how to park their cars on their lawns?


Anthony: You could fill the Staple Center with what you don't know.

Peter: The Kings are playing tonight.

Anthony: Man, I know you just pretend to like hockey to piss me off!


Lara: I'll protect you, Daddy.


Officer Hanson: Something else funny?

Peter: [laughing] People, man... people.


Lara: How far can bullets go?

Daniel: They go pretty far except sometimes they get stuck in something and they stop.

Lara: What if they don't?

Daniel: Are you thinking about that bullet than went through your window?


Daniel: She had these little stubby wings, like she could've glued them on, you know, like I'm gonna believe she's a fairy. So she said, "I'll prove it." So she reaches into her backpack and pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it's impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means? It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. And I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing. I mean, how weird is that?


Lara: I heard a bang.

Daniel: What, like a truck bang?

Lara: Like a gun.


Cameron: I didn't ask for your help, did I?


[last lines] Shaniqua: Ahh! Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with you people? Uh-uh! Don't talk to me unless you speak American!


Anthony: That waitress sized us up in two seconds. We're black and black people don't tip. So she wasn't gonna waste her time. Now somebody like that? Nothing you can do to change their mind.

Peter: So, uh... how much did you leave?

Anthony: You expect me to pay for that kind of service?


Anthony: You see any white people in there waiting an hour and thirty two minutes for a plate of spaghetti? Huh? And how many cups of coffee did we get?

Peter: You don't drink coffee and I didn't want any.

Anthony: That woman poured cup after cup to every white person around us. Did she even ask you if you wanted any?

Peter: We didn't get any coffee that you didn't want and I didn't order, and this is evidence of racial discrimination? Did you happen to notice our waitress was black?


Lara: It's a really good cloak.


Lucien: You watch the Discovery Channel?

Anthony: Not a lot.

Anthony: They got some good shit on that channel!

Lucien: Every night there is a show with somebody shining a blue light and finding tiny specks of blood splattered on carpets and walls and ceiling fans, bathroom fixtures and special-edition plastic Burger King tray cups. The next thing they show is some stupid redneck in handcuffs who looks absolutely stunned that this is happening to him. Sometimes the redneck is actually WATCHING the Discovery Channel when they break in to arrest him. And he still can't figure out how on earth they could've caught him! [pauses]

Lucien: Do I look like I wanna be on the Discovery Channel?

Anthony: No.

Lucien: Then get the fuck outta my shop.


Graham: I swear to you, Mom. I'll find whoever killed him.

Graham's Mother: Oh, I already know who killed him. You did. I told you to find your brother, but you were too busy for us. I'll take care of everything here. You go on now. You have better things to do.


Cameron: It's about time you realise what it's like to be black.

Christine: Oh, and you're talking about being black? The closest you ever came to being black, Cameron, was watching the Cosby Show.

Cameron: Well, at least I didn't watch it with the rest of the equestrian team.

posted by Dananeer
2:38 PM

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Crash!


"You think you know who you are. You have no idea"
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."
"Live your life at the point of impact"
"Moving at the speed of life, we are bound to collide with each other."

posted by Dananeer
2:17 PM

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Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with the fear of a touch And the anger of having been a fool They will not listen to anyone So nobody tells them a lie I know you're only protecting yourself I know you're thinking of somebody else Someone who hurt you But I'm not above Making up for the love You've been denying you could ever feel I'm not above doing anything To restore your faith if I can Some people see through the eyes of the old Before they ever get a look at the young I'm only willing to hear you cry Because I am an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am Some people say they will never believe Another promise they hear in the dark Because they only remember too well They heard somebody tell them before Some people sleep all alone every night Instead of taking a lover to bed Some people find that it's easier to hate Than to wait anymore I know you don't want to hear what I say I know you're gonna keep turning away But I've been there and if I can survive I can keep you alive I'm not above going through it again I've not above being cool for a while If you're cruel to me I'll understand Some people run from a possible fight Some people figure they can never win And although this is a fight I can lose The accused is an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am An innocent man You know you only hurt yourself out of spite I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight That's your decision But I'm not below Anybody I know If there's a chance of resurrecting a love I'm not above going back to the start To find out where the heartache began

Some people hope for a miracle cure Some people just accept the world as it is But I'm not willing to lay down and die Because I am an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am An innocent man

posted by Dananeer
3:21 AM

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Friday, March 03, 2006




Long time..very long time
Since this friendship started
More than 10 years
And more than person to person friendship
And I have to say
You never have been bad to me
And you always have been except
A very close sister
My young funny sister

Never felt so happy like yesterday
Seeing how happy you were
And how he seem to love you
And how you holding each other by the eyes
Also how your dear grandma happy for you doctor
And the whole family

You really deserve it and more
For how very kind and sweet you are
Still didn't get you flowers
But you deserve all the roses in the world

posted by Dananeer
12:58 PM

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The Queen of Spread Sheets!


In the past week I had a workshop in work
We had it in the company share holder club
So let me start describing first the place cause I fall in love with it
Small and very simple villa with nice garden with toy house and skating for kids
What I liked most in the place
Of course how simple and quite it is
But above all
All the walls painted with worm light creamy yellow
And doors and windows with white
Also the kid's room in yellow and blue full of painting
This makes me remember my dream
I said to myself
I'll be able to do it one day
I would like it to be like that (">)
People was very nice
And the company too
Though I was the only girl around
And this made me feel very lonely in away
I really wished if you were there
I always wishing that we would work together


I'll talk technical along this blog
So excuses me all
But I've to..
Can't keep all these feelings and thoughts for long
Wandering all around this tired busy mind
I have to get them out
Even If I give them out for only myself

We was discussing our needs to set initial cost
For our new software
They wanted to replace our software with a new one "the shareholder foreigner company"
We were suppose to tell them
All the reports going out from our departments
From where we get the data?
How we get it?
What report goes out using the software data base ?
How we do the other reports?
And many things
By the end of the day
I look to the flow chart showing our reports cycle
I felt terrible
Same as it looks
Very complex very unrealistic
Fact (1)
Is we keep on putting lots of data every day
In our data base system
But we can't get most of it out from the box!
Fact (2)
We put the same data in many reports we make
To make zillion reports to send
Why? Because they want it in a certain shape!!

Fact (3)
What we do totally controlled by routine and bureaucracy governmental stupidity!!
And still we have to accepted it
Even if we don't agree
The problem was to tell them this "foreigners in the workshop"
They couldn't understand why we do this or that, me either!

Try to imagine this
We do our monthly work by the beginning of the new month
But we can't send it to the people who need it
In or out the company!!
Why??
Because of the signing issue
We can't do it except when we received the governmental confirmation
And the basic reason because we have to send it to the governmental cooperation
To say ok
We agree
We already use there numbers and normally nothing wrong
But we still have to do it!!
Try to imagine how long they take to check those few numbers
More than a month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These things make me feel very angry and crazy

Hi
I'm miss excel expert
Don't talk to me about engineering sense or even logic
Don't ask me why

You are stupid
And ur rotine is more stupid
But we won't care about all this
We care about our money
So as long as u doing fine with the money
We won't see anything else

We even don't want you to be tired or think
We will talk our old box give you other
But
Before you couldn't get out the data
Now we will program it make it ready


It is a funny exchangeing game
Take a box they didn't train you to get data from it
In the way you want
Know the programming

And give you another
Before we program it to give you only one
Now all your needs!!

I'm really not angry from them
As persons I mean
In the contrary
So nice and cute
Also do there work in the best way
And what we miss of course
Excellent presenting and showing
And conversation

May be I'm angry from myself
Lots of time I feel these way
Why should I except it
Why can'I I say no
Why I don't go and work in some thing
Make my efforts have a value
Why can't I work in charity projects or anythings
I don't have answers
I was going to do it many times
But people around!!!

Back to this dying country
Hanged by everything around
Don't know what to say
But I miss a war
Never like them
Never be in a middle of one
But I feel we need one
Like strong slap on the face
To wake up
Leave all other things
And defend and struggle for every real thing.

posted by Dananeer
12:20 PM

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