I got tagged by Nancy of "Welcome to Beth Narain". Thanks Nancy, hope you and my readers won't find this too boring.

Seven things I plan to do:

1. Carry on with the recounting of my autobiography
2. Sponsor one more international child
3. Take my dear mother on a pilgrim's journey to the holy land in Israel
4. Go on a spiritual retreat early next year
5. Visit Iraq hopefully soon
6. learn to fly small aeroplanes
7. Learn to play the piano

Seven things I can do:

1. Speak forthrightly irrespective of consquences
2. Hide my personal sadness from everyone save my mother and my friend Doreen
3. Maintain my lifelong habit to pray everynight before I go to sleep
4. Sustain hope and faith in difficult times
5. Forgive always and forget
6. Live without coffee or tea for years
7. Sleep for ten hours continuously

Seven things I can’t do:

1. Not feel bad for all the abuse inflicted upon mother Nature
2. Resist smiling at babies wherever and whenever I see them; my smiles, though, are always reciprocated by their adorable grins and noisy gesticulating
3. Tolerate children’s neglect, humiliation of the elderly and animals’ abuse
4. Watch movies of violence
5. Endure sight of blood
6. Not feel guilty for not doing my one hour daily walk
7. Resist ice cream


Seven things I say most often:

1. I suppose so
2. Yella, yella, c’mon, c’mon
3. “how was your day”, every time I call my dear friend Doreen
4. Fair enough
5. Allah kareem, God is gracious
6. why not?
7. ‘Gee, I am late for bed’, when it’s not even nine


Seven people I want to pass this tag to:

Now that this tagging has reached me, I guess everyone else has been tagged

P.S.
Given the nature of my blog, I have tried to ensure things mentioned here are not heavily seasoned with stuff related to my autobiography.

Will Be Back to my Publishing soon.......

Comments

Captain Jarred Fishman, USAFR said…
Hi Liana!
Very happy to see you post again :) Can't wait for the next installment. I like your ideas- I highly recommend everyone touring Israel as it is an amazing country. At some point in your blog could you make mention of what you do today as far as occupation and hobbies? Not to blow your cover but just so we can get a sense of the real person rather than the young woman from 15 years ago...
10/31/2005 10:29 AM
Anonymous said…
Your page loaded really quick for all the content and images I'm impressed
11/03/2005 6:30 AM
~Nancy~ said…
thanks Liana!!! you're the only one who responsded to my "tag":)
11/07/2005 12:41 PM
Liana said…
How could I not have responded to your tag sweetie?

I should be the one thanking you actually for such a wonderful gesture.
11/17/2005 12:10 AM
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