<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:19:23.532+08:00</updated><category term='philosophical'/><category term='anime'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='cool'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='film'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Poems and Fluff'/><title type='text'>THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LOOKING GLASS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-5775008768286393363</id><published>2009-10-23T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:31:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, Where was I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SuG7h5ky5yI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b0rAeZXzJrA/s1600-h/METAL_FIST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SuG7h5ky5yI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b0rAeZXzJrA/s400/METAL_FIST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800019631793954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Demon possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I have been shown signs of unearthly disturbances.&lt;br /&gt;There are traces...&lt;br /&gt;Signs...&lt;br /&gt;Callings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sfx&gt; Duh Duh Duh DUUUH!!! &lt;/sfx&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SuG9sJCGOJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uvj0-z-qaHk/s1600-h/PeerBlocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SuG9sJCGOJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uvj0-z-qaHk/s400/PeerBlocked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802394603174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are watching you.&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-5775008768286393363?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5775008768286393363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-where-was-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5775008768286393363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5775008768286393363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-where-was-i.html' title='Now, Where was I?'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SuG7h5ky5yI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b0rAeZXzJrA/s72-c/METAL_FIST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4773148123437797535</id><published>2009-10-09T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:44:16.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems and Fluff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Free will in Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ss4kekL5OBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3u4AcZTtcXU/s1600-h/325fecbfa6bf09a85c133edb15ee1ab8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ss4kekL5OBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3u4AcZTtcXU/s400/325fecbfa6bf09a85c133edb15ee1ab8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390285911537301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even feathers fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is foreseen;&lt;br /&gt;Yet free will is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not your law that govern us, from Order to Chaos?&lt;br /&gt;(see 2nd law of thermodynamics)&lt;br /&gt;Is it not instinct to place a cup where it will not crash?&lt;br /&gt;(see common sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This once again is beyond the feeble understanding&lt;br /&gt;of our pathetic organic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not to question,&lt;br /&gt;for the creator lies beyond the shores of time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Having seen the end,&lt;br /&gt;Chose humanity's land,&lt;br /&gt;The edge of his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4773148123437797535?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4773148123437797535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-will-in-christianity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4773148123437797535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4773148123437797535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-will-in-christianity.html' title='Free will in Christianity'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ss4kekL5OBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3u4AcZTtcXU/s72-c/325fecbfa6bf09a85c133edb15ee1ab8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-6411116525628177942</id><published>2009-10-07T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:37:34.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Gone the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ssy1VPNrxWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8SgqsBWRGVA/s1600-h/592940af12d07876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ssy1VPNrxWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8SgqsBWRGVA/s400/592940af12d07876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389882230521447778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gone to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By twice the speed of gravity&lt;br /&gt;Worn out by my depravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing in disunity&lt;br /&gt;And breathing out insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped inside infinity&lt;br /&gt;And have lost sight of the trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at fatality&lt;br /&gt;Like a skeleton's eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the best of me&lt;br /&gt;No words are yet engaged&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I picked up a line&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be the same as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fare~well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-6411116525628177942?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6411116525628177942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone-wrong-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/6411116525628177942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/6411116525628177942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone-wrong-way.html' title='Gone the way'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Ssy1VPNrxWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8SgqsBWRGVA/s72-c/592940af12d07876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4256049322774562976</id><published>2009-09-23T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:07:29.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems and Fluff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Sleeping though it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpHZFsSC0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/mrFeL_cQENk/s1600-h/Random_Reality_II_by_vimark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpHZFsSC0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/mrFeL_cQENk/s400/Random_Reality_II_by_vimark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384694800825060162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art by: &lt;a href="http://vimark.deviantart.com/"&gt;vimak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darkness Comes,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings Fleet.&lt;br /&gt;Alive Again,&lt;br /&gt;At End Of Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(except from somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting Facts about Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/sleep/facts.htm"&gt;The National Sleepy Heads &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The continuous brain recordings that led to the discovery of REM (rapid eye-movement) sleep were not done until 1953, partly because the scientists involved were concerned about wasting paper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTH, these people are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams, once thought to occur only during REM sleep, also occur (but to a lesser extent) in non-REM sleep phases. It's possible there may not be a single moment of our sleep when we are actually dreamless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmh we are still clueless after wasting all that paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- REM dreams are characterized by bizarre plots, but non-REM dreams are repetitive and thought-like, with little imagery - obsessively returning to a suspicion you left your mobile phone somewhere, for example. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had some very odd ones, really makes me wonder what is going on in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams may not serve any purpose at all but be merely a meaningless byproduct of two evolutionary adaptations - sleep and consciousness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This statement does not explain anything, it is a byproduct of PHDs and waste paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seventeen hours of sustained wakefulness leads to a decrease in performance equivalent to a blood alcohol-level of 0.05%. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no need for beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The "natural alarm clock" which enables some people to wake up more or less when they want to is caused by a burst of the stress hormone adrenocorticotropin. Researchers say this reflects an unconscious anticipation of the stress of waking up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmh. Nice to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Experts say one of the most alluring sleep distractions is the 24-hour accessibility of the internet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes that is so true for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4256049322774562976?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4256049322774562976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-though-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4256049322774562976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4256049322774562976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-though-it-all.html' title='Sleeping though it all'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpHZFsSC0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/mrFeL_cQENk/s72-c/Random_Reality_II_by_vimark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-3540260370274256709</id><published>2009-09-13T01:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:46:51.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>The Mirror Stares back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqvjO5orySI/AAAAAAAAANU/9Z2dcIACm44/s1600-h/Innocence_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqvjO5orySI/AAAAAAAAANU/9Z2dcIACm44/s400/Innocence_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380644024953325858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently grabbed a DVD; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Cyberpunk Philosophical Drama.&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamoru_Oshii" title="Mamoru Oshii"&gt;Mamoru Oshii&lt;/a&gt;, I am a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend it,&lt;br /&gt;the setup is both thought and visually stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;Deep, but explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo to the CG, both 2D and 3D,&lt;br /&gt;Noting that production was more than 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art direction somewhat changed from the first series,&lt;br /&gt;Characters have much more depth,&lt;br /&gt;More strained, emotional and strangely more believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many interesting lines in this very intense film.&lt;br /&gt;And these are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those with a voice.&lt;br /&gt;If the dolls also had voices,&lt;br /&gt;I bet they would have screamed,&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't want to become human."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let a person walk alone with few wishes,&lt;br /&gt;committing no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;like elephants in the forest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Based on a Buddhist Poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who can gaze into the mirror without becoming evil?&lt;br /&gt;The mirror does not reflect evil, but creates it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Based on Friedrich Nietzsche's quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;he thereby become a monster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And if thou gaze long into an abyss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; the abyss will also gaze into thee")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-3540260370274256709?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3540260370274256709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-stares-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3540260370274256709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3540260370274256709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-stares-back.html' title='The Mirror Stares back'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqvjO5orySI/AAAAAAAAANU/9Z2dcIACm44/s72-c/Innocence_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-8766852600712052103</id><published>2009-09-12T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:21:55.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems and Fluff'/><title type='text'>A boat beneath a sunny sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpK4ybEs5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/glbobxa-44k/s1600-h/PassingGlass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpK4ybEs5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/glbobxa-44k/s400/PassingGlass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384698643943306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boat beneath a sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;Lingering onward dreamily&lt;br /&gt;In an evening of July --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children three that nestle near,&lt;br /&gt;Eager eye and willing ear,&lt;br /&gt;Pleased a simple tale to hear --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long had paled that sunny sky:&lt;br /&gt;Echoes fade and memories die.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn frosts have slain July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she haunts me, phantomwise,&lt;br /&gt;Alice moving under skies&lt;br /&gt;Never seen by waking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children yet, the tale to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Eager eye and willing ear,&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly shall nestle near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Wonderland they lie,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the summers die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever drifting down the stream --&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in the golden gleam --&lt;br /&gt;Life, what is it but a dream? &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except from the original looking glass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Lewis Carroll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-8766852600712052103?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8766852600712052103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/boat-beneath-sunny-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8766852600712052103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8766852600712052103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/boat-beneath-sunny-sky.html' title='A boat beneath a sunny sky'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SrpK4ybEs5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/glbobxa-44k/s72-c/PassingGlass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-1940950841120323717</id><published>2009-09-08T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:23:41.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems and Fluff'/><title type='text'>English, a Barbaric reference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqU1cQzEHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/tIp2bRHP87Q/s1600-h/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqU1cQzEHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/tIp2bRHP87Q/s400/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378764089625681202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burning words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first take on haiku...&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... destroying the art form with the lemon of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will carry on with my blasphemy... it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the name of fun man has done much evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Fun has a name, it would be Excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;zenonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-1940950841120323717?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1940950841120323717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-barbaric-reference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1940950841120323717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1940950841120323717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-barbaric-reference.html' title='English, a Barbaric reference'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqU1cQzEHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/tIp2bRHP87Q/s72-c/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-6197341045807310596</id><published>2009-09-06T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:23:56.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems and Fluff'/><title type='text'>Zenonymous(Haiku Time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqOypNsNS5I/AAAAAAAAALk/kj50LjYeCDg/s1600-h/Hidden_Visitor_I_by_Raventhird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqOypNsNS5I/AAAAAAAAALk/kj50LjYeCDg/s400/Hidden_Visitor_I_by_Raventhird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378338801129966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ergo Proxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;becomes&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-6197341045807310596?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6197341045807310596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/6197341045807310596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/6197341045807310596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/anonymous.html' title='Zenonymous(Haiku Time)'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SqOypNsNS5I/AAAAAAAAALk/kj50LjYeCDg/s72-c/Hidden_Visitor_I_by_Raventhird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-3587346139914417609</id><published>2009-08-30T16:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:55:47.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Dreams within the looking glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SppAg0N19aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vBfza-yySww/s1600-h/84f03059c7b4b3f6a4ef33f75c7e72c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SppAg0N19aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vBfza-yySww/s400/84f03059c7b4b3f6a4ef33f75c7e72c6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375680037736805794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let thy return to the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dreams are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A splash of inspiration for the artist&lt;br /&gt;A warning to the superstitious&lt;br /&gt;A vision to the religious&lt;br /&gt;And a topic for the romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn thy contrast, oh such surreality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when my dreams are so intense&lt;br /&gt;That even with eyes wide open and walking about,&lt;br /&gt;The dream-scape was still plastered onto my vision.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of running to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Voices in my head and writings on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever at 40+ degrees,&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of the dream that I nearly could not get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 21 years of existence&lt;br /&gt;I have surfed the tides,&lt;br /&gt;Flown among the birds,&lt;br /&gt;Rode the winds&lt;br /&gt;Fought land sea and air battles&lt;br /&gt;And even ended the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what great achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the power of dreams can be used to bend reality,&lt;br /&gt;Though the possibilities are unlimited, it will be all too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will dream on.&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I awake from Life.&lt;br /&gt;A dream of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-3587346139914417609?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3587346139914417609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-within-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3587346139914417609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3587346139914417609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-within-looking-glass.html' title='Dreams within the looking glass'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SppAg0N19aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vBfza-yySww/s72-c/84f03059c7b4b3f6a4ef33f75c7e72c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-8410242094736576414</id><published>2009-08-24T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:24:07.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The New Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SpLD4gsqJ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pr5GNxbAoGI/s1600-h/The_Lightest_Dark_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SpLD4gsqJ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pr5GNxbAoGI/s400/The_Lightest_Dark_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572681023760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See pass the guise of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today... Let there be updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have updated my blog to the new blogger standard.&lt;br /&gt;It started when I decided that there should be labels for my post.&lt;br /&gt;It end ended with a total overhaul of codes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, a slightly different but definably more streamlined Looking Glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have updated the wish list, its all guitar stuffs now though.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have gotten myself a new Ibanez e-guitar&lt;br /&gt;from Swee Lee during their recent 44% sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It plays fine, though the pickups are a notch too bright,&lt;br /&gt;a bit of tweaking and it gets that nice rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My playing has since gotten better after my hiatus&lt;br /&gt;due to me dropping my stratocaster.&lt;br /&gt;Never going back to Strats though.&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind a Telecaster, but Strats, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you go hard rock and Metal,&lt;br /&gt;there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn the Skies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-8410242094736576414?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8410242094736576414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8410242094736576414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8410242094736576414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-looking-glass.html' title='The New Looking Glass'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SpLD4gsqJ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pr5GNxbAoGI/s72-c/The_Lightest_Dark_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-7701695715849340549</id><published>2009-08-11T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:44:33.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Into the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SoBHs8PtteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg_h_CwxkVI/s1600-h/A06885247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SoBHs8PtteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg_h_CwxkVI/s400/A06885247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368369593237485026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Umbrella in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I really like the rain...&lt;br /&gt;I take that back, I never carry an umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;I have fond childhood memories of listening to the rain drops.&lt;br /&gt;It was so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;(That aside... I like the thunders and lightnings Heh. Bright lights heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the smell of a fresh rain when&lt;br /&gt;I am walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling of gratitude for the refreshment&lt;br /&gt;God is providing to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not all rain showers are pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold, windy rain has a way of putting me in a bad mood&lt;br /&gt;because it chills me to the bone;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention what it does to my hair!(Gatsby wax will not hold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you can do is put on a raincoat and rain boots,&lt;br /&gt;open an umbrella or take shelter.&lt;br /&gt;If that is what you are experiencing,&lt;br /&gt;realize that God is an excellent shelter in the storm of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word tells us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in the day of trouble, he will hide me in his shelter;&lt;br /&gt;in the secret place of his tent will He hide me;&lt;br /&gt;He will set me high upon a rock. (Psalm 27:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the shelter of God doesn't mean that the storm will magically go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, it means that God will provide refuge until the storm passes.&lt;br /&gt;The storm accentuates your need for a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Having a sanctuary will instill gratitude for a merciful and loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the experience of the storm will strengthen your faith and,&lt;br /&gt;as you rely on Him, deepen your belief in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-7701695715849340549?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/7701695715849340549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/7701695715849340549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/into-rain.html' title='Into the Rain'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SoBHs8PtteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg_h_CwxkVI/s72-c/A06885247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-5301202770915974726</id><published>2009-08-02T01:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:46:14.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Modus Tollens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SnSWXKCOHxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rz7kw-cEaVw/s1600-h/Light_leaks_1600x1200_by_damnengine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SnSWXKCOHxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rz7kw-cEaVw/s400/Light_leaks_1600x1200_by_damnengine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365078380679929618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broken ideals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modus Tollens (denying the consequent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modus_tollens"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modus_tollens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is "God exists" and&lt;br /&gt;Q is "there is no evil in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. God is omnipotent, omniscient, and perfectly good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A perfectly good being would want to prevent all evils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An omniscient being knows every way in&lt;br /&gt;which evils can come into existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An omnipotent being who knows every way in which&lt;br /&gt;an evil can come into existence has the power to&lt;br /&gt;prevent that evil from coming into existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A being who knows every way in which an evil&lt;br /&gt;can come into existence, who is able to prevent&lt;br /&gt;that evil from coming into existence,&lt;br /&gt;and who wants to do so,&lt;br /&gt;would prevent the existence of that evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If there exists an omnipotent, omniscient,&lt;br /&gt;and perfectly good being, then no evil exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chose one answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)Evil exists (logical contradiction)&lt;br /&gt;b)God is a politically correct jerk. (politically incorrect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;God himself came down from heaven and&lt;br /&gt;died to redeem mankind and extirpate sin forever&lt;br /&gt;from the face of the earth;&lt;br /&gt;and yet he left the greater part of mankind a prey to error,&lt;br /&gt;to crime, and to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, to our weak intellects, appears a fatal contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;But it is not for us to question Providence;&lt;br /&gt;our duty is to humble ourselves in the dust before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-5301202770915974726?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5301202770915974726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5301202770915974726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/modus-tollens-denying-consequent.html' title='Modus Tollens'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SnSWXKCOHxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rz7kw-cEaVw/s72-c/Light_leaks_1600x1200_by_damnengine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-7686951748470104323</id><published>2009-07-24T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SmnfyF03u3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Lo-hwCwHRzA/s1600-h/DM_095096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SmnfyF03u3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Lo-hwCwHRzA/s400/DM_095096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362062883011672946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two mirrors faced on another.&lt;br /&gt;With a sound, reflecting the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both chidren and adults, Loves the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Entranced by one's own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you forget that it is, but a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness overwhelms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stretch out my hand to the trapped,&lt;br /&gt;Places where my light never shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I will stay with them&lt;br /&gt;Glazing upon the same piece of sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if there is empathy&lt;br /&gt;Pain will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness will not dissolve&lt;br /&gt;nor will the world change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my world turns to dust.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, a new sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for someone who looks like them.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you hate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone who looks like you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no love in admiration or adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the love of their life&lt;br /&gt;Is the person who resembles them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;So things I cast aside or abandoned on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not to be thought as sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;The sky closes its eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-7686951748470104323?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7686951748470104323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/7686951748470104323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/7686951748470104323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SmnfyF03u3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Lo-hwCwHRzA/s72-c/DM_095096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2837484210666451364</id><published>2009-07-10T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:47:23.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Falling Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SliomOa1dkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CP-mtHwQCHc/s1600-h/810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SliomOa1dkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CP-mtHwQCHc/s400/810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357217131416352322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resting on a piece of Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been wanting to train slalom everyday lately but the weather has been real bad.&lt;br /&gt;The grounds at Sembawang turns to a swimming pool every evening.&lt;br /&gt;I may have to train in the mornings if this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minor project of mine is to spray my Seba skate frame.&lt;br /&gt;I did a first run... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The adhesion of the paint is too low for my standards though the  glitter flakes look real good.&lt;br /&gt;Removal is by using plain green wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Once a small tear on the surface is created,&lt;br /&gt;the rest will peel off as easy as heat wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I may resort to spraying only the sides of the frame as&lt;br /&gt;I found that the edges are the ones that will get bumped up real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure that I will be able to solve the problem the moment I wake up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, ain't nothing gonna stop mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2837484210666451364?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2837484210666451364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2837484210666451364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2837484210666451364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-up.html' title='Falling Up'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SliomOa1dkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CP-mtHwQCHc/s72-c/810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-3652114384168457825</id><published>2009-07-09T22:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Return of the Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SlX6zOZ0J6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1q6AAza5cDk/s1600-h/may_2007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SlX6zOZ0J6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1q6AAza5cDk/s400/may_2007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356463089773717410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a while... 3 years since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Much change has come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;As I checked back, most of the links from my blog are dead.&lt;br /&gt;And hence, the Backspace button had to be used.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the passing of friends to acquaintances and from there to strangers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to still see friends updating their Blogs, only 2 have remained on my list now...&lt;br /&gt;As time drags a curtain over us and as our paths diverge we can do nothing but let time do its part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in NS now. One more year to go.&lt;br /&gt;I have not decided what to do after that, but I guess I should further my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I have not even signed up for anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;There are far  too many crossroads in life, Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg... I just noticed something about the picture... there are 3 people in it.&lt;br /&gt;corresponding to the number of links from my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters more creepy, there is exactly 2 Guys and 1 Gal in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate. (caption should read: YOSH!!! I HAVE RETURNED, ONWARD TO GLORY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;But I have to agree that one of them really does put the word resemblance in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-3652114384168457825?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3652114384168457825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3652114384168457825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3652114384168457825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-angel.html' title='Return of the Angel'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/SlX6zOZ0J6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1q6AAza5cDk/s72-c/may_2007.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-8478121090797334803</id><published>2007-11-28T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:46:35.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="pageprint" id="contentSwap1" style="display: inline;"&gt;Hey Chums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you all have been wondering where have I been all this while,&lt;br /&gt;I shall say that I have been really busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really great time working at "Eternal Minds".&lt;br /&gt;My Hiatus will have to continue for another 3 months &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be engaged in a 3 months of meaningless project work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, FOR THE SCH. (Note, not for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are thinking that life is meaningless and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Look at me... I have a porfolio which has big names like &lt;sony&gt;, &lt;gividuan&gt;, &lt;canon&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still have to do some silly low cuts for NYP... haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side... I will be able to have more time for God and for THE other things.&lt;br /&gt;Which is very good as I have recently taken up R/C flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -.+  (This emote means Wink, Type 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, Rest eh? Time to add a new Lecture to my Blog where I will Touch on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have now reigned about 50 years in victory or peace, beloved by my  subjects, dreaded by my enemies and respected by my allies. Riches and honours,  power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing appear  to have been wanting to my felicity. In this situation, I have diligently  numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have fallen to my lot.  They amount to 14."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Abd Er-Rahman III of Spain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OK, let's pretend. We have succeeded in the stockmarket. We are rich. We have  gone beyond money and its status. What could now elude us in the pursuit of  happiness?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are a few things on the shopping list that money cannot deliver:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love. Imagine you are standing at the side of the road and a bus is coming.  In the middle of the road, oblivious to impending death, is a person. You have  the option. Watch them get run over, or push them out of the way and get run  over yourself? You or them - no other options. Is there anyone in the world you  would step off the kerb for? That's love. Worth more than your life, let alone  money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Family. When the Lord visits you on your deathbed and asks you what you've  done in your life that's worthwhile, what will you say? Climbing Everest? Making  your first million?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="pageprint" id="contentSwap1" style="display: inline;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Something to do. For those of us with qualifications, education, effort and  ambition, there is choice, and as long as there is, there's no excuse for a day,  let alone a lifetime, at the grindstone. The most successful people are  successful because they love their work. Why waste time doing anything  else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="pageprint" id="contentSwap2" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Passion. Spoke to a rich man once who complained about his temporary  inability to generate passion. In his case he had passionately built businesses  and made money. But he had done it now and it had waned. You need something to  be passionate about and that means more than pretending you are passionate for  the sake of it. At least that's what he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dreams. As my Boss Daniel Sim who is also an avid R/C pilot said to me recently, most people who bother to  pursue their dreams achieve them. The crime is that they do not dream hard  enough. (Eh, Rephased by me of course, He was using words like Destiny and Fate... too theological for my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Respect of our peers. Fitting in with everyone else provides foundation. It  is even more comfortable if they think you are OK.&lt;br /&gt;That only comes if you are,  and that only comes because of your effort.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the football legend  Ron Barassi, a master among men: "I don't respect talent, good looks, brains. I  don't respect the things you were born with. I respect effort. Getting up in the  morning and moving those arms and legs."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rich or poor, we can have it all. But probably better rich.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back to the grindstone then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pageprint" id="contentSwap2" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;a name="contentSwap2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Passion. Spoke to a rich man once who complained about his temporary  inability to generate passion. In his case he had passionately built businesses  and made money. But he had done it now and it had waned. You need something to  be passionate about and that means more than pretending you are passionate for  the sake of it. At least that's what he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dreams. As my brother-in-law said to me recently, most people who bother to  pursue their dreams achieve them. The crime is that they do not dream hard  enough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Respect of our peers. Fitting in with everyone else provides foundation. It  is even more comfortable if they think you are OK. That only comes if you are,  and that only comes because of your effort. In the words of the football legend  Ron Barassi, a master among men: "I don't respect talent, good looks, brains. I  don't respect the things you were born with. I respect effort. Getting up in the  morning and moving those arms and legs."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rich or poor, we can have it all. But probably better rich.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back to the grindstone then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marcus Padley is a stockbroker and the author of the daily stockmarket  newsletter &lt;em&gt;Marcus Today&lt;/em&gt;. For a free trial of the &lt;em&gt;Marcus Today&lt;/em&gt;  newsletter please go to www.marcustoday.com.au&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-8478121090797334803?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8478121090797334803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8478121090797334803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/8478121090797334803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-3595951448452971181</id><published>2007-08-28T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:46:35.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>EndOfSch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RtMSXSm1UGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dCRUHRNOjk4/s1600-h/DM_102103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RtMSXSm1UGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dCRUHRNOjk4/s400/DM_102103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103442994081910882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sch Is Out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of those milestones that we will all have to pass someday.&lt;br /&gt;My came and yes no more classes as I have totaled them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that Does not mean no more lessons.&lt;br /&gt;For I must say that not all lessons are taught in the comforts of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny like as like you know...&lt;br /&gt;"Just like that? No more? I dun believe it but it is true..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man as I look back at the times I had before... I am lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;Words are too vulgar to express a mix of emotions such as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little of Relief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of Pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little of Unwillingness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of This and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who were there for me when I needed  a few mental cushions.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the oppotunity to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be able to make it through if not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RtMWIym1UHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xw0kRc11J_g/s1600-h/2002-10-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RtMWIym1UHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xw0kRc11J_g/s400/2002-10-14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103447143020318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is God the Coolest being in the Universe... to a gamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He speaks very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He has the ability to make you listen when he does speak. (He does not use chat boxes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He is Lord over all. (He pwns all games including the one with us in it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) He has Uber Micro. (His mouse cursor is everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He does not need to Hack to use God-Mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) His avatar is li3k all shinny and you get turn into dust if you turn on "view webcam" to see who was pwning you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-3595951448452971181?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3595951448452971181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/endofsch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3595951448452971181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/3595951448452971181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/endofsch.html' title='EndOfSch...'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RtMSXSm1UGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dCRUHRNOjk4/s72-c/DM_102103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2341196818755306696</id><published>2007-08-23T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:46:35.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>SecondWeekOfHols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsxyyim1UDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vlejVqPTzWI/s1600-h/lee_hyori_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsxyyim1UDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vlejVqPTzWI/s400/lee_hyori_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101578690512638002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing to the Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to check out some music gizmo today wif uncle Rong Fa...&lt;br /&gt;I found what I want... a good set of head phones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyerdynamics DT series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real good when I tested it out there in their room.&lt;br /&gt;He was skeptical  about my choice of headphones since it only cost $450.&lt;br /&gt;OK... his was $2k so he has the right to be skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;But he was converted after he tried it on a Icool amplifier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he though it was the $2600 amp that was doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;So the sales person switched over to the Icool $180 amplifier.&lt;br /&gt;It owned too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add that he had a really good CD deck and amp up there...&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the stuff and it was hitting the $6k mark.&lt;br /&gt;-.=  damn where am I going to get the cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will start with the headphones.&lt;br /&gt;I am still lost at which type I should get.&lt;br /&gt;A closed type or a opened one?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I want both but I will have to save up for even one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start working and earning some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is the cool stuff. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not the  exact  model I was looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsx93Cm1UEI/AAAAAAAAADk/mO89Rn8Bmow/s1600-h/43f8312d5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsx93Cm1UEI/AAAAAAAAADk/mO89Rn8Bmow/s400/43f8312d5b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101590862449954882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the Amp... $2.6k really good.&lt;br /&gt;Totally blows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsx-rSm1UFI/AAAAAAAAADs/geXU7-wKAwg/s1600-h/1440e82a3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsx-rSm1UFI/AAAAAAAAADs/geXU7-wKAwg/s400/1440e82a3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101591760098119762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the wants in my life... It is not good kids.&lt;br /&gt;Be Self fulfilled... be contented..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the lecture begin ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The masters of any given field always go back to the basics, the fundamentals, the bare essentials of their craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fancy stuff is nice, but the real cool shit is minimalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum and bass.&lt;br /&gt;Color and light.&lt;br /&gt;Meter and rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the works that grab us are usually built on the simplest of concepts-- a love song, the hero myth, the afterworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is not recommended for all professions, like say, medicine.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever go under the knife, I don't want some quack trying to go "minimalist" on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in pain cuz he won't give me any drugs, and he'll be like, "Hey, I'm retro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or pilots.&lt;br /&gt;Those guys definitely shouldn't be getting too avant garde.&lt;br /&gt;"Attention. This is your pilot speaking. I thought I'd break down my craft to its bare essentials. Hold on, everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. In regards to my headphones and my amp.&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple piece of equipment.&lt;br /&gt;It comes in two pieces, the amp and the headphone.&lt;br /&gt;You pluck all the cables in and then wear the headphones to hear beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;No avant garde.&lt;br /&gt;Only the price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I still can't get away with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2341196818755306696?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2341196818755306696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/secondweekofhols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2341196818755306696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2341196818755306696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/secondweekofhols.html' title='SecondWeekOfHols'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rsxyyim1UDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vlejVqPTzWI/s72-c/lee_hyori_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-910324774055799931</id><published>2007-08-17T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:47:40.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTCASm1UBI/AAAAAAAAADM/hvByfRRk1Iw/s1600-h/album_pic.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTCASm1UBI/AAAAAAAAADM/hvByfRRk1Iw/s400/album_pic.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099413988340748306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out these Seba Skate Frames... Blings Dude Blings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-910324774055799931?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/910324774055799931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-about-this-for-skate-frame-owns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/910324774055799931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/910324774055799931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-about-this-for-skate-frame-owns.html' title=''/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTCASm1UBI/AAAAAAAAADM/hvByfRRk1Iw/s72-c/album_pic.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4336404432952317801</id><published>2007-08-17T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Mmmmh, Rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTDuym1UCI/AAAAAAAAADU/oHiNl5qkwgI/s1600-h/escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 403px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTDuym1UCI/AAAAAAAAADU/oHiNl5qkwgI/s400/escape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099415886716293154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest and Relax at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay life in the holidays is kinda good...&lt;br /&gt;Its like I can sleep when I want and oversleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Sloth is my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so great to slack... of course ****n from my church will go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What! You are going to slack? (looks at other church members in astonishment) He said he is going to slack!!!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, he is such a funny person, classified under (Highly Naive and Superficial) in my book of records. BTW, I really do have one... this is one of those books when I study people reactions and record down my observations... it is running page hundred very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that I will go thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually carry out my test in a try and see basis.&lt;br /&gt;I will usually say something that is against their thinking or ideology and I just pick up from there. But it is very important to observe your subject beforehand first as if he or she is in one of  her "funny" modes... you are not going to get very accurate and useful results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much friends who are Free-thinkers, Christians and even atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is my results so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-thinkers tested: 12 meh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Observations: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the fun and very human kind of people that have all sorts of weird ideas and some of them do pretty radical things... but they are the people who are more willing to listen and to try to understand in their own ways and capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a id="freethinker" name="freethinker"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A freethinker is one who thinks freely -- one who is prepared to consider any possibility, and who determines which ideas are right or wrong by bringing reason to bear, according to a consistent set of rules such as the scientific method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I find them more open and more willing to share, since they do not have a solid codex in their life like Christians do, they are not so regimental in their ways of attack and understanding. They can accept new ideas and relate to others in a not so aggressive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are more practical and less mystical.&lt;br /&gt;You can actually carry out an argument and both sides can benefit from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christians tested: 28...&lt;br /&gt;I am so surrounded by them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicable for only 85.71% of my bunch of unwilling candidates... the others are well... more human, not so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of Christians are to me quite like a close book. You cannot say that they may be wrong, they will attack you back with all their countermeasures taken from their codex which is the bible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, they are very naive, bunch of very limited understanding doods due to their own selective learning methods, but we are all like that... only to what extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bunch are quite the extreme though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tend to attack first and understand later...&lt;br /&gt;They open their mouths to rebuke the speaker even before they pass the information thru their heads... if it even gets to their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed books... no one can gain much from them.&lt;br /&gt;A conversation  about religion  will just piss both sides off... someone just shoot them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Atheist tested: 5...&lt;br /&gt;not enough to get a good gauge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most Christians, they are a freaking closed book... only worse.&lt;br /&gt;I should say a book under lock and key. Get your dynamite to break though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to these bunch of people is kinda hard, for they have built high fortifications around them.&lt;br /&gt;They live to deny any ideas of religion in regards to God or gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim to have all the answers and are not ignorant but yeah, to me they are a bunch of naive and unrealistic doods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say to them, they will try to bypass it and  try to undermine  your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;For they think that they are always correct, to be atheist is like to be God himself... you set your own right and wrongs  you are the benchmark, all else is wrong. They even have doctrines to counter Christians in their rhetorics. But much weak ones that does not account to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you to judge for yourself... their arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.infidels.org/library/modern/mathew/intro.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very funny really... they seem to be the kind that if God himself were to tap on their shoulder, he/she will turn around and say: "NO! You do not exist!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point God may add a calculated surprised look and say: "I did not say I was but yeah, I am... And I think hence I must exist. Right?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Atheist closes his/her eyes and shouts: "No longer!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom line, call yourself a freethinker in order not to be looked down upon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pls, open your eyes to the facts... and yes I am talking to you both atheist and Christians.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it is hard but try or at least listen first then talk, you might be surprised and what you may understand from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do not be like be who took this advice to far and started my own study...&lt;br /&gt;I do not have enough friends who are say... buddatic, Hindunic or Satanritic to get anything concrete... talk to me if you are one of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Its cool, I do it all the time just that sometimes I will make it obvious that I am studying you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh, yes I am a Christian Freethinker BTW... for being a freethinker is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A freethinker is one who thinks freely -- one who is prepared to consider any possibility, and who determines which ideas are right or wrong by bringing reason to bear, according to a consistent set of rules such as the scientific method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4336404432952317801?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4336404432952317801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4336404432952317801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4336404432952317801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmh.html' title='Mmmmh, Rest.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsTDuym1UCI/AAAAAAAAADU/oHiNl5qkwgI/s72-c/escape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4587363962678810500</id><published>2007-08-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The Eye of the Storm... is Calm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsBngVBeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pn8OH8kQE2Q/s1600-h/4b6573c302000r1w.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsBngVBeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pn8OH8kQE2Q/s400/4b6573c302000r1w.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098188583280181890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm blew over.&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to be tired of all this wars that rages on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my IAP plus my final year project to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that for every storm that passes, a stronger one is brewing at the corner of my sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pick myself up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Though I seem to be calm as a lake,&lt;br /&gt;My smile is always strained;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need a reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I am going to skate, skate and skate...&lt;br /&gt;Play my e-guitar again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starry, Starry Nite&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint your Palette Emo Grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stormy Faces, lines of strains,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the colors of the cloudy cloudy skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4587363962678810500?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4587363962678810500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/eye-of-storm-is-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4587363962678810500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4587363962678810500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/eye-of-storm-is-calm.html' title='The Eye of the Storm... is Calm.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RsBngVBeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pn8OH8kQE2Q/s72-c/4b6573c302000r1w.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4841653083838716572</id><published>2007-07-18T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:47:50.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Ok... I am not dead... yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rpz8JxJPa6I/AAAAAAAAACs/rqUvj_CYPj0/s1600-h/e271bb8b0edba9f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rpz8JxJPa6I/AAAAAAAAACs/rqUvj_CYPj0/s400/e271bb8b0edba9f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088218923762936738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For all of you who were wondering where I went...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I died and went back to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And then to Hell to have a debate with the Devil on his idea of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these days I am so busy that I feel that I have no way of breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten that I need to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my body is not listening to my commands...&lt;br /&gt;Even as I am typing this, it wants to lie on its pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg did not even wanted to respond when I tried to take a step in class.&lt;br /&gt;Ending in a loud crash and me wondering why I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a blank, no sounds, no light, no feelings, no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I find that I have been chasing after the wind for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wind started when I ended my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;My sch work.&lt;br /&gt;The Devil.&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;The curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired and I want to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;I want one.&lt;br /&gt;I need one.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me from this place, to a place where shadows fade from view,&lt;br /&gt;A place of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;A place of peace.&lt;br /&gt;A place of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I take the final plunge into the abyss,&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye health.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4841653083838716572?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4841653083838716572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-am-not-dead-yet_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4841653083838716572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4841653083838716572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-am-not-dead-yet_18.html' title='Ok... I am not dead... yet.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rpz8JxJPa6I/AAAAAAAAACs/rqUvj_CYPj0/s72-c/e271bb8b0edba9f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2354674137361314456</id><published>2007-07-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:47:50.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Ok... I am not dead yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2354674137361314456?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2354674137361314456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-am-not-dead-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2354674137361314456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2354674137361314456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-am-not-dead-yet.html' title='Ok... I am not dead yet.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-404106353226528530</id><published>2007-06-17T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>On death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RnRlIA0VqfI/AAAAAAAAACk/n5NmqBLnvJQ/s1600-h/5687030-5382188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RnRlIA0VqfI/AAAAAAAAACk/n5NmqBLnvJQ/s400/5687030-5382188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076793868286274034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death is a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here. Then poof. We're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what it was like for the first organism to experience death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amoeba. He must've been like, "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm... fading away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this sensation!? Aaauughhh! Oh Amoeba God, make it stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after a fierce protoplasmic death rattle, it's gone. Poof. Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his amoeba buddies gave him a proper burial, dressed him up in a little black outfit and placed him in a tiny casket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. They all must've been freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the First Death Of Anything Ever. They were probably like, "Dude, what happened to Fred?" as they watched his lifeless single-cell body float off in the primordial ooze, nary a trace of the jubilance and zest for life he once displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they thought it was cool. Maybe they were like, "Wow. Check out Fred. He's all frozen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so weird! I want to be dead too! I want to be dead like Fred!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred probably started the whole Goth thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his wake, he inspired countless other single-cell organisms to be sullen depressives, moping around, wearing little amoeba boots with huge buckles on them, putting on too much mascara and singing songs from My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's all Fred's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Amoeba: Inventor of Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-404106353226528530?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/404106353226528530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/404106353226528530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/404106353226528530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-death.html' title='On death.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RnRlIA0VqfI/AAAAAAAAACk/n5NmqBLnvJQ/s72-c/5687030-5382188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-5275488602520056796</id><published>2007-06-13T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:48:21.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Work Work Work... Rest in Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_3tQ0VqaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ysTlBoDlTsc/s1600-h/841616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_3tQ0VqaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ysTlBoDlTsc/s320/841616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075547662050503074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a load of projects to do... I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Visual effects Project(Grp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mole Char modeling and rigging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desert Mirage sfx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sand Storm Sfx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2) Visual Art Design... Wallpaper Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Motion capture Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life... I am not doing stuff that I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am going skating tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Important Announcement:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Due to the Lack of interest,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow has been canceled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-5275488602520056796?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5275488602520056796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/work-work-work-rest-in-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5275488602520056796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5275488602520056796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/work-work-work-rest-in-pieces.html' title='Work Work Work... Rest in Pieces'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_3tQ0VqaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ysTlBoDlTsc/s72-c/841616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2477915881867800751</id><published>2007-06-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:14.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Existence of Gawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_4Mw0VqbI/AAAAAAAAACE/sBwLje7DXJc/s1600-h/2001-08-15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_4Mw0VqbI/AAAAAAAAACE/sBwLje7DXJc/s400/2001-08-15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548203216382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloke decided to rant about that there is not Gwad ok... God in our plane of existence.&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone like that around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why this blog was revamped to be more eEo(emo),&lt;br /&gt;wif lots of incoherent pics and lots of song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that music was my new language and Goth my new style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People felt that it was too scientific and full of philosophy; too intellectually soapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to make this as understandable to you guys...&lt;br /&gt;who are not so intellectual like me...  (Ego level up +1, Jerk ++3)&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing away all the preachy  stuff and add only the facts and laws of this place we call  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh Universe.&lt;/span&gt; (teh is the new the)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RmrkJg0VqZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5pi21rw71PQ/s1600-h/danger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RmrkJg0VqZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5pi21rw71PQ/s200/danger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074118782265698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some maths first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 + 1 = 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(YES DUN SAY 3 or HEADS WILL ROLL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I will not prove the above math in generic terms&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you agree that  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0 + 0 = 0&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (you  should...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets say that in the beginning there was nothing,&lt;br /&gt;no electrons,&lt;br /&gt;no protons,&lt;br /&gt;no neutrons,&lt;br /&gt;Then how did this junk of a universe come about? (Sorry Gawd for that, this is eEo bog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys wif da Phds got this idea of anti-matter;&lt;br /&gt;not bothering wif that as you may not get even that far... you can read up on the internet if you are interested to know of this energy form.&lt;br /&gt;It goes into a long thesis and it is not yet a law(I think... prove me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta admit that there has to be something that exist by itself; on its own; by itself; not created by anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have this entity... ok call him energy for those pure blooded atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we have this entity that Christians identify as Gawd and after he made us... you all know the story about the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All man at one point or another have tried to understand the universe both here (earth)and there (the heavens) but what they are doing is in fact; walking towards the source who is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is the fact that many a scientist believe in a origin from Gawd but this is only faced by a different side of the coin that there is no Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite silly as no one, yes no one is able to prove that Gawd does not exist, Amen. (++ to my little chest of heaven credits... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the court of law you dun go around prosecuting the defendant with proof that will help the defendant win the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All creation points out a freaking point that there is a creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rmrghg0VqYI/AAAAAAAAABs/R3LjiVsZCXk/s1600-h/grande_familie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rmrghg0VqYI/AAAAAAAAABs/R3LjiVsZCXk/s200/grande_familie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074114796536048002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Preachy mode on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you shut your eyes and hide from the facts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it really ok to choose to go on living your life though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you know that you are heading the wrong way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is it the Ego that is going to hurt? Hey my Ego is far bigger than yours but I know that God is very true and you do not need to convert to Christianity if you say there is God... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok you cannot escape the preaching part Mr Wong cause you are you... you type wat is on your mind and you hate stupidity. Maybe because I am Stupid in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool, I already hate myself. (Reverting back to trash-talk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! But we are all doing this right? Eh? Self professed atheist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like you go up to God himself and say that you do not believe that he made this earth and that you, Gawd do not exist because earth does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!!! But they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you implying that it came from a big bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol you know that there has to be TNT for a bang and the TNT may be wat Gawd used to create us, maybe we should start a CULT of The Holy TNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you Know that There has to be a 1 in the equation for that to happen 1 + 0 = 1 ...&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck did the electrons came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drop from the sky? Well thats a good one. I shall write it down as cosmic irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_4qQ0VqdI/AAAAAAAAACU/PMYr2KcJk-g/s1600-h/2002-03-20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_4qQ0VqdI/AAAAAAAAACU/PMYr2KcJk-g/s400/2002-03-20.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548710022523346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am shocked to find out that Christians are  kinda brain washed(most of them mostly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not thought about how simple is to prove That God Does Exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be really lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you who find this idea new... you need to redirect your thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is to start thinking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have always thought it curious that, while most scientists claim to eschew religion, it actually dominates their thoughts more than it does the clergy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fred Holye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words are so much more cultured than my rant... thats a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be less aggressive in real life if I am more here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was why I decided not to brood over such matters... it hurts the brain and the heart whines in pain at the work of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE: I have done all means to all eEo words and bad spelling to this rant and it remains but a rant, it for you punks... They have no bearing and the pictures are of their respective owners... dun sue mah... Its cool guys I can type like all of yah punks. I am sooo glad I got this off mah chest. To punks, its cool yeh.(additional wooo and yeah and woot and watnot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2477915881867800751?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2477915881867800751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/teh-existence-of-gawd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2477915881867800751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2477915881867800751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/teh-existence-of-gawd.html' title='Teh Existence of Gawd'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rm_4Mw0VqbI/AAAAAAAAACE/sBwLje7DXJc/s72-c/2001-08-15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-1653092545709614473</id><published>2007-06-04T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Falling up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotional Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RmMjE_SXToI/AAAAAAAAABM/6LbzHmmGUUc/s1600-h/porcelain_heart_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RmMjE_SXToI/AAAAAAAAABM/6LbzHmmGUUc/s200/porcelain_heart_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071936173964217986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been hard on the CDs these days,&lt;br /&gt;I am going for music theory now... grade 6 and it is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch is a big joke... anyway its about to finish. Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of buying a new guitar...&lt;br /&gt;I like white but I think I am going in a new direction of music this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not a Goth design? Its gonna be black and white.&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking of this retro theme and I guess I will go with it.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be custom on of a kind guitar dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes to that suicidal guy who is reading this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that somebody loves you and that dun try to hurt yourself doing&lt;br /&gt;crazy stuffs again, K? Just write it in your diary and then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I saw this mp3 widget on Junwei's blog and I got one for mine.&lt;br /&gt;Its cool that I got it to play this Christian Rock song that sounds like Green Day...&lt;br /&gt;or so I think... but dude... Junwei you have some rock on yours too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BrokenHearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FallingUp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment synchronized inside&lt;br /&gt;Words that paint the legacy of life&lt;br /&gt;A different picture will unfold&lt;br /&gt;A healing finds it's way through&lt;br /&gt;Sifted times I take another breathe,&lt;br /&gt;With an ambience of nothing left&lt;br /&gt;So heal my heart, rain down Your Love, these waters bring me back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Healer&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from broken love&lt;br /&gt;Stay here, closer&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear Your voice of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Healing calling from the wind&lt;br /&gt;There's a Healer waiting to begin&lt;br /&gt;In timeless places, traced and faceless will I learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the heights where Love controls,&lt;br /&gt;Far away from home but feels so close&lt;br /&gt;This empty heart of mine will fall inside and bring me back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hold&lt;br /&gt;You can mend&lt;br /&gt;You can heal&lt;br /&gt;You can break, I hold cause something etched this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savior, Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to this place of peace&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, guardian&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart is so in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-1653092545709614473?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1653092545709614473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/falling-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1653092545709614473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1653092545709614473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/falling-up.html' title='Falling up...'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RmMjE_SXToI/AAAAAAAAABM/6LbzHmmGUUc/s72-c/porcelain_heart_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-1433428694848874621</id><published>2007-05-31T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>E V E R Y T H I N G   I N    I T S    T I M E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rl3ilnIP_8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sfa5x6r3IZs/s1600-h/gothicart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Found my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rl3ilnIP_8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sfa5x6r3IZs/s1600-h/gothicart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rl3ilnIP_8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sfa5x6r3IZs/s200/gothicart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070457891275669442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E V E R Y T H I N G   I N    I T S    T I M E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;How long till my hunger is fed&lt;br /&gt;They say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;br /&gt;So many people on this merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks try astrology&lt;br /&gt;Some turn to crystal balls&lt;br /&gt;To find an answer,&lt;br /&gt;To get through it all&lt;br /&gt;I just fall on my knees and I try to pray&lt;br /&gt;In the silence I can hear Him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel like I'm two steps behind&lt;br /&gt;Somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should give up&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stubborn in the things I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause maybe there's another plan&lt;br /&gt;One I still can't see&lt;br /&gt;A little surprise, like your love in my life&lt;br /&gt;Funny how time changes how we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-1433428694848874621?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1433428694848874621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-i-n-i-t-s-t-i-m-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1433428694848874621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1433428694848874621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-i-n-i-t-s-t-i-m-e.html' title='E V E R Y T H I N G   I N    I T S    T I M E'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rl3ilnIP_8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sfa5x6r3IZs/s72-c/gothicart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-5293301327316594734</id><published>2007-05-29T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Angel in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rls2v3IP_6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VxnHcPnC7kQ/s1600-h/1129151872_esktopevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rls2v3IP_6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VxnHcPnC7kQ/s200/1129151872_esktopevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069706001415929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to&lt;br /&gt;an angel in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday can be legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, an endless surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be the next angel in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These days are hard to pass and I tend to get bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am just waiting for the year to pass,&lt;br /&gt;Its has been a while since I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to stare out to space.&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need God's answer...&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need it now, I feel. I am Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-5293301327316594734?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5293301327316594734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/angel-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5293301327316594734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/5293301327316594734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/angel-in-disguise.html' title='Angel in disguise'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/Rls2v3IP_6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VxnHcPnC7kQ/s72-c/1129151872_esktopevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-4147153436126877716</id><published>2007-05-28T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:24.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RlnqXXIP_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bByKzc3Jpig/s1600-h/_by_HONEYandSALIVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RlnqXXIP_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bByKzc3Jpig/s200/_by_HONEYandSALIVA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069340542648713106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, you make me wonder;&lt;br /&gt;how you've yourself caught under&lt;br /&gt;this spell you so might'ly weaved&lt;br /&gt;and you are, deceived, deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you bring me laughter;&lt;br /&gt;how you've yourself brought under&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of a child matured&lt;br /&gt;and you have, endured, endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you held in your hand&lt;br /&gt;the things you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;you dream, perfection unseen,&lt;br /&gt;a blunder so eas'ly seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you bring me sadness&lt;br /&gt;how you yourself are madness&lt;br /&gt;quantified, personified,&lt;br /&gt;calm, quiet and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you are not yourself;&lt;br /&gt;how you have built walls that would&lt;br /&gt;lock you out but lock in yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you've yourself misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dun know who wrote this but it is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to abstract yet not to blatant.&lt;br /&gt;And my blog did become Emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-4147153436126877716?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4147153436126877716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4147153436126877716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/4147153436126877716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RlnqXXIP_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bByKzc3Jpig/s72-c/_by_HONEYandSALIVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-9221106418394761954</id><published>2007-05-27T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:47:40.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Cool pic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljG1HIP_4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OsZF68gI90A/s1600-h/1180125299167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljG1HIP_4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OsZF68gI90A/s200/1180125299167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019996354510722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Click to Enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a cool pic.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself if those eyes are really that big... ok I am being Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-9221106418394761954?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9221106418394761954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/9221106418394761954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/9221106418394761954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-pic.html' title='Cool pic.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljG1HIP_4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OsZF68gI90A/s72-c/1180125299167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-470016712752719699</id><published>2007-05-27T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:15.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljCJ3IP_2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8s_tT6AuR10/s1600-h/rena_new2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljCJ3IP_2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8s_tT6AuR10/s200/rena_new2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069014855278657378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess waat?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be myself and start voicing out some of my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I antagonized some people. But Hey, its cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;These are my observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally see that my church band is kinda "conservative"... if not "wat was that word which meant resistant to new ideas".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are Fast to give response without letting the speaker finish and because of that, I decided to tell them half of the point... lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of them actually said that we should not compare our band to others as every band has its own strengths and weakness... Sure but by saying that... arnt you comparing? -.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Strengths and weakness part is true but does that mean that our weakness will always be our weakness? Compare them man... Face it and change it. This is not competition but is called looking at others and learning from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And they were so much into the worship part of the session previously that I think that they have forgotten that the music can play a part to convey ideas and feelings. And my idea was that we should cap up on our sensitivity towards dynamics. They dun seem to get the point of that. But hey, its emo and it is hard to express, much less to explain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that we are not going anywhere man. -.- Just round and round. It still sounds the same as the day I stepped in... I wonder when can we go up another level. Cause I have no idea how myself. I guess we have to be more sensitive towards flow and dynamics for a start. If not everything will sound the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think I am going goth now.&lt;br /&gt;Need a black tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-470016712752719699?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/470016712752719699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/470016712752719699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/470016712752719699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-day.html' title='Funny Day.'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RljCJ3IP_2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8s_tT6AuR10/s72-c/rena_new2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2973694748772547070</id><published>2007-05-11T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RkNm2PaSBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/myQ96uwvo2Y/s1600-h/4978288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RkNm2PaSBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/myQ96uwvo2Y/s200/4978288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063003488130303170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2973694748772547070?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2973694748772547070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2973694748772547070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2973694748772547070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMhzny7dFXM/RkNm2PaSBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/myQ96uwvo2Y/s72-c/4978288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-1528974037185750226</id><published>2007-05-11T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:48:21.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Man, tough life in here after getting sick...&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to catch up wif sch when the fever kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my skating is getting better and I am well on my way to attend next year's Slalom comp held in Singapore. I think I should finalize my team and start having serious group trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys... get your skates and START PLAYING WIF THE CONES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slalom FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-1528974037185750226?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1528974037185750226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1528974037185750226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/1528974037185750226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15277530.post-2180985634223261299</id><published>2007-05-05T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:48:21.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>New Begining, Emo me...</title><content type='html'>Here is a new Beginning from now till forever.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to change my life, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am the Emo type but well I hate to admit,&lt;br /&gt;my fashion sense is going that in that direction too.&lt;br /&gt;I got this pair of geek Emo glasses, I was kinda drawn to it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, looks good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slalom skating is moving along fine. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, Mr me in da mirror. Good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15277530-2180985634223261299?l=somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2180985634223261299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-begining-emo-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2180985634223261299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15277530/posts/default/2180985634223261299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhereoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-begining-emo-me.html' title='New Begining, Emo me...'/><author><name>Zeruel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09184986758234694409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a126/faramiromega/rena_new2006-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
