Archive | March, 2012

What Is The Niche And Habitat Of Reef Fish?

like tuna, barracuda, parrotfish, sargeant major,,,,ect

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Do People Take White Converts To Islam Seriously?

Im a White American Convert to Islam and I converted back in 08 and
everytime someone fiinds out im a Muslim they dont take me seriously..
Its like because Im a White American Michigan Guy with a Michigan Accent
they seem to think I cant be a true Muslim.. Like im some kind of Posure..
Well maybe thats just me and my worries.. But they look at me like “yah
whatever whiteboy” and a few years ago I met some Black Muslims and
they didnt take me seriosuly I know it was because Black Muslims who are
affiliated with the Nation Of Islam are racist but its beside the point.. Is it
because im White?.. Islam is a Universal faith anyone og any age and of any
gender and of any race or color or nationality can be a Muslim.. Matter of
fact the more people who convert to Islam the better

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Should I Set Up Another Store As A Diffusion Line?

I’m running this small store locally that sells cult apparel-very modern, very clean and minimalistic. It’s been fairly successful.
Now, since I’m a 16 year old with a style split personality, I’ve been thinking of selling different items as well. Instead of a minimalistic type of apparel these clothes are more bohemian and loose.
My question is, do I open a different store to sell these in as a sister company, or sell them both together? Opening a seperate business would mean the first store’s hold on the niche wouldn’t be compromised. I’m just afraid two stores would be far too confusing.
Help!

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What Do You Think About My Story’s Chapter 1, So Far?

I’m writing about a London girl moving to the Philippines, trying to solve the mysteries of her family’s past in the country. I’m an amateur Filipino writer, and I stayed in England for quite some time, so you can trust me on this one! I just need opinions, perhaps constructive criticism, but not mean remarks. If you didn’t like it, just say it simply. Don’t add harsh words. Some Tagalog words are translated in the story as well, so no worries! As for the title, I don’t have something in mind yet 🙂
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Chapter One: Kaylan
She didn’t know how long she had been sleeping, but when she opened her eyes, everything was clear. A brilliant shade of blue patched with fluffy white clouds in the sky and a line of emerald green trees met her eyes, as the warm summer sun kissed her skin through the untainted car window.
She glanced at her watch, and it said 8:42 – probably 12 midnight or so back home. No, wait. This place with this fine sky, endless row of tranquil trees, and hot weather is also her home. It just makes sense, because her father was born in this country, and it was also here where he grew up and found the love of his life, her mother, whom he barely talks about after the tragic accident that befell their family when she was just a baby.
There was very little she knew about her mother. It was not her favourite colour, or her favourite book. It was not even how she looked. She never saw a single picture of her. It was her handwriting.
Before she left, she stumbled upon a mildew-spotted parcel in the basement. She had never seen it before, and out of curiosity, she undid the dusty ribbon that fastened it, and lifted its lid. Inside were a few letters, old and crisp, carefully folded, and another one inside was a necklace with a framed preserved white aster for a pendant.
She didn’t show her find to anybody. She didn’t want anybody to know that a piece of her life has come into light. Nobody spoke of her mum, or at least, not around her. It was like a long-buried secret, who her mother was. Her name was never uttered. Pictures were never shown. She didn’t even know if her mother was still alive. All she had were a few letters and a necklace. Are they even enough to get to know her? She felt like a lost child once again, constantly longing for her mum.
The taxi turned to a sharp curve, and little by little, the line of trees was gone as houses and local businesses came into view. They stop for a while to pay the toll fee, and accelerated again, though more slowly this time, getting caught in a Saturday morning traffic jam.
Her heart leapt when a woman in rags with a half-clothed baby sleeping in a blanket slung on her shoulder tapped on her window, asking for some change. Her hand motioned to her pockets to fish a few coins, but before she was able to reach out to the beggars, the driver shooed them away. She felt sorry for them. Then, just in time, the red light turned green, and with a left turn, they escaped the congested national road.
They drove past a market, rice fields, and a public school; empty and lonely due to the much-awaited summer break. Children living in tin houses by the road ran carefree, worn out slippers slightly protecting their tiny feet from the hot rocky ground. Mothers were nearby, tending to their daughters’ hair. She suddenly felt jealous of them, and started to wonder what it felt like to have her hair brushed by her own mum.
Shaking the thoughts out of her head, the driver makes a turn once more, entering a subdivision. The houses around were far different from the place she grew up in, they were rather small and pretty tight, but they all looked home-y, compared to her house which seemed more like a whole town itself than a home.
The taxi came to a stop before a bungalow with well-tended flower beds; a flush of periwinkle, grew by the steps that led to the gate, orange cosmos ringed the blue mailbox, and a bush of tiny red flowers lined with the fence.
‘We’re here, ma’am.’ the taxi driver declared.
‘You sure?’
‘Yes, ma’am, 7 Sampaguita street.’
‘OK,’
The driver stepped out of the car, and unloaded her luggage from the trunk. She stepped out as well, and paid the driver, adding a few quid for the tip.
‘Thank you,’ she said.
‘Thank you too, ma’am,’ he tipped his cap, got back into the car, and left.
She took the steps to the gate, and with a deep breath, she gave the tiny bell a ring and waited.
‘Sandali lang!’ Just a moment, a familiar voice from inside said.
Before long she heard the shuffling of slippers, and the front door opening.

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Skeletal Adaptations Of The Dog, The Chicken And A Dolphin?

How they have each adapted to their environment, and any niches in that environment, and then a comparison of the three 🙂 thank you x

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How Can I Achieve My Goal And It Will Remain Secret Between Two?

am amar 26,bacially i m an marketing proffesional,generally ,once or twice a year i got to my village,i am very close to my aunty(uncl’e) wife ,her name is shobha she is 40 years old,we often talk on phone ,but when i go there,i talk to her very much,she is beautiful with height 4’10 inches 36 28 36 size.generally she is very open to me,once we were travelling in car and i was sitting beside her,she she took my hand in her hand,with our FINGERS CROSSED EACH OTHER ,then after some time i put my hand on her lap,but she did not resist,after some time slowly i put my hand in between her legs,then also did not resist ,rahter put her hand to cover my ahnd,,once in our house,i put my hand on her ***,but she did not opposed me nor did shown any sign,instead ,i feared that she will tell uncle but she did not tell him,rahter she was nice to me,some times she takes bath outside bathroom with whole body seen through transparent wet cloth on her body…..ONCE IN MARRIAGE PARTY OF MY ELDER BROTHER SHE WAS STANDING BESIDE ME,THEN SHE TOOK HER HAND IN MY HAND WITH BOTH OF OURS FINGERS CROSSED EACH OTHER?WHAT DOES IT MEAN……WHEN I TPUCH HER SHE NEVER TELL ANYTHING, WHENEVER I TAKE HER HAND IN MINE THEN SHE CROSSES OUR FINGERS WITH EACH OTHER…….ONCE I OFFERED HER TO BRING NIGHTIE FOR HER,AND SHE SAID YES BUT IT SHOULD NOT BE TOO COSTLY……..plz tell me what’s in her mind?.If she dont like then can tell uncle,or reject me or scold me when i touches her,,but she neither does both ,instead good to me.whats in her mind plz tell me?she some time resist when i try to touch her breast.but when i tpuch her *** and waist she does not do anything .why?????i need advice?in ur opinoin where do u think she is hinting me?
why sometimes she talks non-veg talks with me?sometimes she takes bath outside bathroom ,with whole of her body visible through her wet dress?do u think she knows ,i m watching her?i know its wrong but i love her?and she too gave me some hint?i m afraid if i ask her she may tell uncle?help me?NOW I M MARRIED LAST MONTH,LAST MOTH I WENT TO MY NATIVE PLACE.I PUT MY HAND IN HER BUT SHE DID NOT OPPOSE ,EVEN I PUT MY HAND IN HER WAIST BUT SHE DID NOT SAY ANYTHING,BUT WHEN I INDIRECTLY TRIED TO PUT MY HAND ON HER BREAST SHE OPPOSED BY REMOVING MY HAND FROM THERE BUT DID NOT SAY ANYTHING?TELL ME DID SHE HAD ANY FEELING FOR ME BEFORE MARRIAGE?FROM SOME WHERE I CAME TO KNOW AT THIS AGE OF 40 WITH 2 KIDS 21 AND 18 YEARS OLD RESPECTIVELY,WATCHES BLUE FILM?TELL ME HER NATURE?

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