I cant figure out what to do with my life yet. It is still a mystery. I get puzzled by my sister eating cereal in the middle of the night. Who does that?
I’m often puzzled by things I don’t understand. I try to piece together the things I know about and see if I can make some sense of it all. Puzzled makes me think of jig saw puzzles too.
Puzzles, puzzling, puzzler. The puzzle maker sits at his desk piecing puzzles in his professional puzzler way. And away he goes down into the world of jig and saws down into the world away from ours. He looks around not understanding. He sees the dead he sees the living and he sees the people who are neither and both and suddenly he is puzzled no more. Everything fits every piece is in place and the puzzle is complete.
I can’t work out the answer, it’s staring at me but I can’t do it, why can’t I do it? My hands are sweaty and I can’t feel my toes. My hair is sticking to my neck and I feel like I’m jogging but I’m not going anywhere. I want to go somewhere, anywhere but here, but I can’t. I can’t feel my toes.
The graffiti blasted across the police station’s wall in riotous colors. Lt. Susan Garimbaldi stood in front of it and frowned. “You look puzzled,” Milo walked up and handed his boss a cup of black, black coffee. “Well, yeah,” Susan replied as she studied the graffiti. “It says, ‘Cops Suck!’ But then it gives a name and phone number. “Why on earth would someone do that?” “Well, I’m sure it’s not the person’s real name and number,” Milo answered. “Milo, it’s the same handwriting, and there at the end it says, ‘No it’s really me.'”
life is no puzzle , we know where are we heading we have endless possibilities as one door closes and another opens so how can one s life be puzzled it only happens if you play puzzles like bejeweled
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I ran my fingers over the grooves in the Rubik’s Cube for maybe the thousandth time – they were starting to wear down and the stickers beginning to come off. I’d never been able to finish one – I’d had this since childhood. Maybe today would be my day.
He looked more puzzled than Suzy thought he ought, given the simplicity of the situation. But then she realized he wasn’t paying attention to the problem in front of him at all, that he was peering somewhere past her shoulder with an intensity reserved for savannah lionesses while they examined oblivious gazelle.
She took a deep breath and waited, resisted the urge to tap her foot.
If he lost concentration again, she’d shoot him. In the meantime, she had to be a bit patient.
What to think, I know not. What to say, I know not. How you and I, intertwined like laces on a shoe, will find our places in the world, i know not. But you and I, oh! That, i know.
My dog looked at me, the wrinkles on his forehead drooping between his eyes in a puzzled look. He then scrambled into my lap and licked me, drooling his saliva all over my face.
puzzled. by this challenge. what am i meant to do? although it makes me remember doing puzzles with my dad in school holidays. he was so good at them. i was pretty great too, lets face it. but i love those memories. rainy days, tucked away inside doing puzzles with my dad. i could never find all the edgy bits first time round…
on how drama happened and your stuck in between its all fucken annoying when you try to resolve it for them to friendly i am i guess :/ and in the end you might lose them.
yes i am because i have never tried this site but it looks cool for. I really want to improve my writing so i am trying this lets see where it goes. i think i can improve it in six months if i don’t work hard but if I will work hard it won’t take more than three months.
i am puzzled as to why the word puzzled is appearing on my screen what does it mean? what is it trying to say? Why am I following the orders of some unknown nit-wit behind the screen and doing this little exercise anyway…. what the hell is this for, will it stop me when the time is UP? how will i know if the time is up if it doesn’t tell me…. did it say there was a time limit on this.. whatever it is?? well I gues i will know if the time is up when it tells me to stop or i will grow weary of this senseless typing and simply stop myself. i am truly about to do that now… yep i think i’ll call it quits cause i am tired and want to go to bed.
she frowned at him, curious and yet compelled to dig further. “why did you do it?” she asked.
“Because it was the last think people expected of me” he a said gently.
and here we are. exchanging those glances from across the room. something has been lost though. translations always get the better of me. again i placate to my heart when my head just tells me to forget.
is that what happens when you’re stumped? you become puzzled and confused about the world and where you are at within it. i’ve been puzzled before. i don’t like it.
am puzzled about the results I ve got during my experiments. Its interesting to find how the nanoparticles could stop disease progression. But its puzzling to find out how those particles could influence the receptors and carry on disease modification therapy.
Investigators are puzzled to find out the culprit behind the two murders last March.
He’s never actually sure what’s going on. These human are odd creatures, really. They do thing to each other that are downward mean and the other person seems to like it. Castiel didn’t understand those things they called jokes. He was completely puzzled.
so this was the final party of the year that the halperts were having and all who were good and well better make damned sure they were there. tomorrow their son theo was being drafted and although there would be no talk of it that was the unnamed reason to get drunk.
at the party there were some who were proud of him for doing his patriotic part while secretly wondering why big daddy joe halpert couldn’t pay him out of the mess. then there were some who worried that this was a mark of times to come, things to change, that soon all of our sons would be up on the chopping block.
all conjecture was festooned with a feeling of being untouchable, that all americans rich or poor shared. to many it was puzzling that the war was actually happening. perhaps it was all due to a particularly violent business deal and not at all due to a conflict of religions/ideals. on the bright side at least, and thank goodness, it was only due to a conflict of interests. there was not enough money being made at the time and certainly not enough propositions to make new money. so what better answer than a war. the money we made off of the vietnam war was more that enough to pay for welfare, child support, and the education of all of the high schoolers of vietnam which we would soon find we’d pay through expatriation. if you have control of the children you pretty much have control of the history
I was stood scratching my head with a bemused look upon my face when suddenly everything just slipped into place and I realised that no matter what I did I could never be right and so I decided just to be me instead.
For the life of me, I can’t seem to figure out why he acts the way he does. It’s like he never cared and maybe he didn’t. Maybe I’m the one that was crazy to think that some actually cared about me. Maybe I’m the one who was wrong.
Puzzled. Like an alzeimer’s patient who cannot remember their own daughter, standing in front of them, trying to wipe their brow. To be puzzled is to be lost momentarily.
Open to interpretation, open to unconditioned responses. For one so societally pressed could not be cognitively aware of what beyond those walls, her thoughts and reasoning for such.
Jigsaw pieces come together to form works of art line a corner of the room. The other corner is filled with rejects, of those who don’t fit, of those who don’t conform.
They’re beautiful too.
The marred reflections shine onto the complete puzzle, while the rejects look on. Sad. Pondering.
Through the fauces, in the atrium waiting on the paterfamilias. Pondering the thematic connection between these six beautiful panels. The deception of Zeus? The wrath of achilles. The departure of Helen and the Judgement of Paris. Pieces of a puzzle of an ancient lifestyle.
shouldn’t have been bloody puzzled, walking all wide eyed and posh and innocent and unsuspecting, just lazy maybe, not looking for the the real motivations, not looking for your edge, your opportunity to put one over, you don’t belong in this vicious , putrid, soul destroying place at all, as you might have known all along if you weren’t staring out to sea or across starfields, for pity’s sake
I am a puzzled person. Why, you may ask? well, I don’t really know why. puzzling, is it not? Quite the contrary. Actually… wait. not really. my perpetual puzzled-ness is rather puzzling. at least to me. but what do I know?
I was walking down the street and saw that it just all of a sudden ended. I was extremely puzzled by this because a few moments later it reappeared like it was never gone. Had I experienced time warp? Or was this merely a hallucination my subconscious had created on its own?
Conjoined embellishments
Its hard to know, how to move
From the unknown to the unknown
All of the realities
Break me
Capture me
Control me
puzzle me
I cant figure out what to do with my life yet. It is still a mystery. I get puzzled by my sister eating cereal in the middle of the night. Who does that?
I’m often puzzled by things I don’t understand. I try to piece together the things I know about and see if I can make some sense of it all. Puzzled makes me think of jig saw puzzles too.
Puzzles, puzzling, puzzler. The puzzle maker sits at his desk piecing puzzles in his professional puzzler way. And away he goes down into the world of jig and saws down into the world away from ours. He looks around not understanding. He sees the dead he sees the living and he sees the people who are neither and both and suddenly he is puzzled no more. Everything fits every piece is in place and the puzzle is complete.
she stood there in the cold with a puzzled look on her face, wondering why she had to go through this.
I can’t work out the answer, it’s staring at me but I can’t do it, why can’t I do it? My hands are sweaty and I can’t feel my toes. My hair is sticking to my neck and I feel like I’m jogging but I’m not going anywhere. I want to go somewhere, anywhere but here, but I can’t. I can’t feel my toes.
The graffiti blasted across the police station’s wall in riotous colors. Lt. Susan Garimbaldi stood in front of it and frowned. “You look puzzled,” Milo walked up and handed his boss a cup of black, black coffee. “Well, yeah,” Susan replied as she studied the graffiti. “It says, ‘Cops Suck!’ But then it gives a name and phone number. “Why on earth would someone do that?” “Well, I’m sure it’s not the person’s real name and number,” Milo answered. “Milo, it’s the same handwriting, and there at the end it says, ‘No it’s really me.'”
life is no puzzle , we know where are we heading we have endless possibilities as one door closes and another opens so how can one s life be puzzled it only happens if you play puzzles like bejeweled
flash animation togh life good business skills good presenttion for medical and events
life is helthy we beileve in good brands and customers planning to brand new ways
I ran my fingers over the grooves in the Rubik’s Cube for maybe the thousandth time – they were starting to wear down and the stickers beginning to come off. I’d never been able to finish one – I’d had this since childhood. Maybe today would be my day.
He looked more puzzled than Suzy thought he ought, given the simplicity of the situation. But then she realized he wasn’t paying attention to the problem in front of him at all, that he was peering somewhere past her shoulder with an intensity reserved for savannah lionesses while they examined oblivious gazelle.
She took a deep breath and waited, resisted the urge to tap her foot.
If he lost concentration again, she’d shoot him. In the meantime, she had to be a bit patient.
What to think, I know not. What to say, I know not. How you and I, intertwined like laces on a shoe, will find our places in the world, i know not. But you and I, oh! That, i know.
My dog looked at me, the wrinkles on his forehead drooping between his eyes in a puzzled look. He then scrambled into my lap and licked me, drooling his saliva all over my face.
puzzled. by this challenge. what am i meant to do? although it makes me remember doing puzzles with my dad in school holidays. he was so good at them. i was pretty great too, lets face it. but i love those memories. rainy days, tucked away inside doing puzzles with my dad. i could never find all the edgy bits first time round…
on how drama happened and your stuck in between its all fucken annoying when you try to resolve it for them to friendly i am i guess :/ and in the end you might lose them.
Again the same word came on my screen now I am really puzzled why it comes again. Is it because I am puzzled about my future ?
yes i am because i have never tried this site but it looks cool for. I really want to improve my writing so i am trying this lets see where it goes. i think i can improve it in six months if i don’t work hard but if I will work hard it won’t take more than three months.
i am puzzled as to why the word puzzled is appearing on my screen what does it mean? what is it trying to say? Why am I following the orders of some unknown nit-wit behind the screen and doing this little exercise anyway…. what the hell is this for, will it stop me when the time is UP? how will i know if the time is up if it doesn’t tell me…. did it say there was a time limit on this.. whatever it is?? well I gues i will know if the time is up when it tells me to stop or i will grow weary of this senseless typing and simply stop myself. i am truly about to do that now… yep i think i’ll call it quits cause i am tired and want to go to bed.
she frowned at him, curious and yet compelled to dig further. “why did you do it?” she asked.
“Because it was the last think people expected of me” he a said gently.
and here we are. exchanging those glances from across the room. something has been lost though. translations always get the better of me. again i placate to my heart when my head just tells me to forget.
is that what happens when you’re stumped? you become puzzled and confused about the world and where you are at within it. i’ve been puzzled before. i don’t like it.
am puzzled about the results I ve got during my experiments. Its interesting to find how the nanoparticles could stop disease progression. But its puzzling to find out how those particles could influence the receptors and carry on disease modification therapy.
Investigators are puzzled to find out the culprit behind the two murders last March.
I am always puzzled. I wasn’t always like that. Sometimes, I am scared that I am getting stupider.
He’s never actually sure what’s going on. These human are odd creatures, really. They do thing to each other that are downward mean and the other person seems to like it. Castiel didn’t understand those things they called jokes. He was completely puzzled.
so this was the final party of the year that the halperts were having and all who were good and well better make damned sure they were there. tomorrow their son theo was being drafted and although there would be no talk of it that was the unnamed reason to get drunk.
at the party there were some who were proud of him for doing his patriotic part while secretly wondering why big daddy joe halpert couldn’t pay him out of the mess. then there were some who worried that this was a mark of times to come, things to change, that soon all of our sons would be up on the chopping block.
all conjecture was festooned with a feeling of being untouchable, that all americans rich or poor shared. to many it was puzzling that the war was actually happening. perhaps it was all due to a particularly violent business deal and not at all due to a conflict of religions/ideals. on the bright side at least, and thank goodness, it was only due to a conflict of interests. there was not enough money being made at the time and certainly not enough propositions to make new money. so what better answer than a war. the money we made off of the vietnam war was more that enough to pay for welfare, child support, and the education of all of the high schoolers of vietnam which we would soon find we’d pay through expatriation. if you have control of the children you pretty much have control of the history
I was stood scratching my head with a bemused look upon my face when suddenly everything just slipped into place and I realised that no matter what I did I could never be right and so I decided just to be me instead.
The scrabble pieces were laid out on the table. They spelt: NOT AGAIN out. This could only mean one thing, so I rushed down to the cellar.
While it wasn’t the first time there is no way to describe what I saw when I got down there.
I am in a state of puzzlement; too much so that I cannot even transcribe it into words.
For the life of me, I can’t seem to figure out why he acts the way he does. It’s like he never cared and maybe he didn’t. Maybe I’m the one that was crazy to think that some actually cared about me. Maybe I’m the one who was wrong.
I stare at the side of his face.
My head tilted to the side as I examine the profile I have long since memorized.
He doesn’t notice, his eyes focused on the road.
Freckles, gr
Puzzled. Like an alzeimer’s patient who cannot remember their own daughter, standing in front of them, trying to wipe their brow. To be puzzled is to be lost momentarily.
Open to interpretation, open to unconditioned responses. For one so societally pressed could not be cognitively aware of what beyond those walls, her thoughts and reasoning for such.
Piecing the puzzle together was hard.
It’s puzzling.
Jigsaw pieces come together to form works of art line a corner of the room. The other corner is filled with rejects, of those who don’t fit, of those who don’t conform.
They’re beautiful too.
The marred reflections shine onto the complete puzzle, while the rejects look on. Sad. Pondering.
Puzzled.
bissürü karmaşık şey, confusing
Through the fauces, in the atrium waiting on the paterfamilias. Pondering the thematic connection between these six beautiful panels. The deception of Zeus? The wrath of achilles. The departure of Helen and the Judgement of Paris. Pieces of a puzzle of an ancient lifestyle.
shouldn’t have been bloody puzzled, walking all wide eyed and posh and innocent and unsuspecting, just lazy maybe, not looking for the the real motivations, not looking for your edge, your opportunity to put one over, you don’t belong in this vicious , putrid, soul destroying place at all, as you might have known all along if you weren’t staring out to sea or across starfields, for pity’s sake
hippie
Puzzled, his life didn’t quite fit. A piece missing, a personal loss, a wish never voiced. He had tried.
I am a puzzled person. Why, you may ask? well, I don’t really know why. puzzling, is it not? Quite the contrary. Actually… wait. not really. my perpetual puzzled-ness is rather puzzling. at least to me. but what do I know?
I was walking down the street and saw that it just all of a sudden ended. I was extremely puzzled by this because a few moments later it reappeared like it was never gone. Had I experienced time warp? Or was this merely a hallucination my subconscious had created on its own?