<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 22:13:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Thoughts</category><title>Think.think.think</title><description></description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-1429662766608719329</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:35:31.279+08:00</atom:updated><title>A better tomorrow</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/SAClPBk_NBI/AAAAAAAABIo/yiChMt6c2Xc/s1600-h/rainbow_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/SAClPBk_NBI/AAAAAAAABIo/yiChMt6c2Xc/s320/rainbow_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188328448271004690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;Signifies...&lt;br /&gt;A promise...&lt;br /&gt;A promise of prosperity...&lt;br /&gt;A promise of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;New beginnings...&lt;br /&gt;Giving us a chance...&lt;br /&gt;To be better than we were yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;A promise...&lt;br /&gt;Of another chance...&lt;br /&gt;To change...&lt;br /&gt;To a world...&lt;br /&gt;Of peace...&lt;br /&gt;To create...&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;A clean slate...&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;We all need one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-1429662766608719329?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/better-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/SAClPBk_NBI/AAAAAAAABIo/yiChMt6c2Xc/s72-c/rainbow_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-7638944578153124136</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T21:00:59.243+08:00</atom:updated><title>I am the master of my destiny</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pirmarketing.com/images/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pirmarketing.com/images/believe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have the power to dream...&lt;br /&gt;
We can do whatever we want...&lt;br /&gt;
If we believe...&lt;br /&gt;
Though it may seem difficult to do...&lt;br /&gt;
What with us being so used to negativity...&lt;br /&gt;
But...&lt;br /&gt;
When we look closely at ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;
We have been trying to attract to us...&lt;br /&gt;
Things that we are afraid of...&lt;br /&gt;
A lot of people may think its crap...&lt;br /&gt;
And that it will only be giving false hope...&lt;br /&gt;
But...&lt;br /&gt;
Look at it with an open mind...&lt;br /&gt;
Try opening your hearts...&lt;br /&gt;
Be aware of everything around you...&lt;br /&gt;
And see...&lt;br /&gt;
What is happening in your life?...&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you think they are happening?...&lt;br /&gt;
What are the things that predominates your thoughts?...&lt;br /&gt;
Are these things happening in your life?...&lt;br /&gt;
Believe...&lt;br /&gt;
Be positive...&lt;br /&gt;
We have the power to make our dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;
If we only BELIEVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-7638944578153124136?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-master-of-my-destiny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-7818143727954352532</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T21:06:34.588+08:00</atom:updated><title>Doubting Thomas</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Do you know me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I believe you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you trust me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I trust you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you know about me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do I know about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I tell you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know my regrets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I know your regrets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes me sad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes you sad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you love me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think I love you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are we really friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're in trouble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think of me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I make it go away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Grey's Anatomy Mode*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-7818143727954352532?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/doubting-thomas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-2432573961172607686</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:35:31.571+08:00</atom:updated><title>Book cover</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/R_Yx5CV8KWI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qlKvrh-6qw0/s1600-h/bats_upside_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/R_Yx5CV8KWI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qlKvrh-6qw0/s320/bats_upside_down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386876914903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bats.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are afraid of bats.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is just plain crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;You can love an ugly looking huge dog...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you love bats?!...&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;They are just the cutest!...&lt;br /&gt;Look at them closer...&lt;br /&gt;You'll see...&lt;br /&gt;They're not really ugly...&lt;br /&gt;As most people think they are...&lt;br /&gt;Give them a break...&lt;br /&gt;And give them a chance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-2432573961172607686?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-cover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAmKcuWEx3U/R_Yx5CV8KWI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qlKvrh-6qw0/s72-c/bats_upside_down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-7081518002244695948</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T21:07:22.941+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bomb</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Complaints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We may not complain of the same things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the point is, we COMPLAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are reasons why we complain.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes though, it is just for the sake of complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, we get hurt by these complaints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when we really think about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You really can't blame the person complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are reasons why we complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dissatisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pressure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pressure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overworked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lack inner peace. Thus, we complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We must not take complaints too seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as not to hurt us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Analyze the complaint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think logically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the only way to survive this earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because we can't run away from complaints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can't hide from it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-7081518002244695948?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/bomb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-1565698762284228026</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T20:44:25.168+08:00</atom:updated><title>Cowardice</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate it when I'm under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wish that I'll have the courage to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I have that strong urge to do just that,&lt;br /&gt;My conscience will remind me of what I'm leaving behind.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only defense I have for being afraid of what is really out there.&lt;br /&gt;People just can't seem to understand!&lt;br /&gt;People fail to see what's inside!&lt;br /&gt;They think I don't have any worries at all&lt;br /&gt;They actually think I'm the happiest person they know.&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;That's definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery that I can still laugh when people are around&lt;br /&gt;By they do not know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;The one whose been crying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The one who feels alone even when she's surrounded by people&lt;br /&gt;The one who's in the brink of dying&lt;br /&gt;The one who's nearing the edge of the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares anymore&lt;br /&gt;We are so busy paying attention to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;That we fail to see that somebody needs us.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me their problems&lt;br /&gt;But I can't tell them mine&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find somebody who loves me?&lt;br /&gt;Who understands me?&lt;br /&gt;I won't get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;The're still so many people out there who's wishing for the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I do not belong to the top priority class&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to live with this&lt;br /&gt;Before I'll lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;If only I could just scream&lt;br /&gt;Tell them my real feelings&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter how hard I try to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-1565698762284228026?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/04/cowardice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-8890776145189146755</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T21:34:15.248+08:00</atom:updated><title>The past</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yup...&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead...&lt;br /&gt;I can't think...&lt;br /&gt;Brain freeze...&lt;br /&gt;I think about you though...&lt;br /&gt;As well as my future...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;For my future...&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the things...&lt;br /&gt;I really would do anything&lt;br /&gt;To achieve...&lt;br /&gt;The other one...&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it's possible...&lt;br /&gt;YOU...&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for you...&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll be over you by now...&lt;br /&gt;But, no...&lt;br /&gt;If only I could glue the broken pieces of me...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-8890776145189146755?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-7107542630342797955</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T20:26:04.626+08:00</atom:updated><title>Detachment</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;detachment is the most difficult thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;Not to become too attached, so as not to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;Not getting too emotional about something that's important to you&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;But freedom entails all this&lt;br /&gt;I have to detach myself&lt;br /&gt;How can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard, you know&lt;br /&gt;I am too emotional for my own good&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt easily though most of the time I keep it&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;Is easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;Its wrong to keep on talking when you're angry&lt;br /&gt;You say things you don't really mean&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you also exagerate&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I get angry easily&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you did something to people that means a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;My friends, my family and somebody special&lt;br /&gt;I also get angry if you did something to me&lt;br /&gt;That's worse&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult to let go of the burden of hating you then&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hurt, the pain, the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to talk when I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;Not to indulge in idle chit chats&lt;br /&gt;Though difficult&lt;br /&gt;I will try again&lt;br /&gt;And not give it up&lt;br /&gt;I will be detached.&lt;br /&gt;I will be free&lt;br /&gt;And nobody can rob that from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-7107542630342797955?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/detachment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-2681728358736334165</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 12:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-29T20:31:33.065+08:00</atom:updated><title>Future</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's what I keep telling myself during times of trouble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But when uncertainties crept in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's really difficult to free myself from the burdens of life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Destiny.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No one really knows what our destinies are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We just keep doing what we can to live, to be happy, to achieve our goals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But what really our purpose in life is, one truly never knows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Right now, I don't know which path to choose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To move or to stay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving means I am temporarily leaving behind doing the thing I thought makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving, I really do not know if its moving forward or going back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To fulfill an obligation I left behind many years ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's confusing me right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The confusion is becoming a burden so great that it's suffocating my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part of me wants to stay behind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But staying also means that I'm turning my back on what I really wanted to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To go forward, should be the best choice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the past will continue to haunt me if I don't go back now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But if I do go back, I'll be unsure of the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In every action, there is always an opposite reaction, as the 3rd law of motion states.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In choosing one of these actions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really do not know what the consequences are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I could live through those consequences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really do not know and it's scaring me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one of those times that I wish somebody will take the burden of deciding from me instead of me deciding for myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not knowing the future is scary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life is scary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the only escape is death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-2681728358736334165?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-4649383245265376327</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T20:04:49.088+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hell</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm abusing myself with my constant lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lack of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too much junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending too much on nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Empty of the good things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doubtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm really doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't help anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanting to do something but has no courage to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turning your back on something you want for something meaningless like fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not knowing what makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanting something you cannot have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life, as they say, is full of ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is a hell hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no matter what we do we can't get out of it alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-4649383245265376327?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-680016675322463832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T19:35:41.091+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mad Scientist</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letting go and giving up, they say are two different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letting go means setting free someone that was meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving up means setting free someone that was never meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This really got me confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How would you know if you're letting go or giving up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How would you know if he/she was meant for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When can you say you gave up and you let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I'm certain though, is that there is a scientific explanation why we fell for one person and not the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are the other animals feel this way too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or is it all about the sex and the perpetuation of the species?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know either, ask your pets...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brain is a very complicated thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes you fall for someone, it also makes you doubt if you really are in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes your heart beat faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes you lose your apetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes you lose sleep (it keeps repeating moments which really hurts you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really feel sorry for the heart, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its the one that suffers the most from all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brain is mad!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ordering the heart to beat faster, getting us all hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What it does not realize is that it destroys itself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you hurt someone close to you, don't you know that you're hurting yourself too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brain is a masochist and a sadist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts the heart because it likes being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, the brain is really mad. tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When confused, don't obey your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take pity on your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once in our lives let us follow our hearts and to hell with the brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-680016675322463832?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/mad-scientist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-4530028828545082397</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T21:22:47.703+08:00</atom:updated><title>Celebrities are humans</title><description>It's really amazing how much make up can conceal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without the make up, celebrities looks like, well normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raised them up into this goddess position because of their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But underneath all that make up, they are just humans after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop getting jealous of them or getting insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying so hard to be like them and just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate who you are and Be who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be the deceive by images actresses have on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know what battles they are fighting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know, they might be much more insecure than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still feeling insecure, try looking at this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.starmuscle.com/2007/07/01/celebrities-with-no-makeup/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&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/33521273-4530028828545082397?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrities-are-humans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-3567045770506484413</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T18:31:55.686+08:00</atom:updated><title>Trust</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Trust. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Holds a relationship together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Without it, the relationship would end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trusting the right person is vital to our success and our happiness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trusting the wrong people could lead to our downfall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This could lead not only to an individual's downfall but to the country as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why do you think that we are in this mess?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its because we either trust the wrong leaders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or our leaders trusted the wrong people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or we just simply did not trust our leaders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have trusted the wrong people too many times already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thus, they can't really blame us if we are too hesitant to trust anybody too easily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are just too afraid to be wrong again, to be fooled again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We witness our mistake EVERY SINGLE MOMENT of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thus, the frustration, the lack of pride for our country, our leaders , our countrymen, ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We want to change everything for the future but we don't really know who to trust with leading us to the new US.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have been fooled too many times to easily choose the one person capable of truly freeing us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little thing called trust have already broken us, our country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What pride can we still harbor amidst all these crisis?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some wants to revolt?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But are they sure they are trusting the right leaders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, with all these promises of freedom, we put down our guard too easily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the end though, we risk our lives for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They may treat us as heroes, but have we truly achieved what we were fighting for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our heroes, are they really successful in freeing us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have been colonized too many times for so many years that we have lost our true identities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have lost our pride for our country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We may have fought them and they may have left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the chains they put to cut our freedom are still there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are not free to love our country anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We all want to escape this God forsaken country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because we are too helpless to help it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because this time, the struggle is not between the Philippines and another country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The struggle is between our inner selves and our countrymen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We want to love our country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We want to free our country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We want to have our pride back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are all hopes lost?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because I am afraid, I am losing my pride for this country too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because everyday we are faced with the fact that our dream of the future is not here, but somewhere else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are giving our country up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are losing hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-3567045770506484413?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/trust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-156489743936794079</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-25T18:21:48.649+08:00</atom:updated><title>Home</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I get tired easily nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;it might be because it seemed that the days went faster if i sleep early.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or it might be i'm just too tired from all the pressures around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i don't want to think of what will happen next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i don't even know where i'll be next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i still be here in davao?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i move back to my hometown?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i go back to iloilo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i be able to pursue my master's degree?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i be joining a new project too far from home and davao?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i really do not know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and right now, i don't want to think about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thinking about it makes me worry of an uncertain future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i just want to live one day at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but sometimes, one can't really stop from thinking about the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;why am i writing about this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i don't know myself sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sometimes i think i know what i really want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the next day i feel that it was foolish to want it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sometimes i'm really determined to get what i want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but i don't seem to do anything about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;maybe i should just enter a mental institution of some sort.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;is this normal?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what is normal anyway?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;how do you define normal?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'm wasting my day again...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;doing things i should not be doing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thinking of things i should not be thinking...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i guess i really need a breather...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the pressure is killing me...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;draining the life force out of me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-156489743936794079?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-129558140098009836</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T18:44:32.154+08:00</atom:updated><title>Insanity</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Strangled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A powerful beast trying to force the life out of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can feel your life fading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You tried to struggle:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To remove those cruel hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But you can't seem to win.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The beast is much too powerful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You plead for your life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the beast won't listen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You tried to scream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But you can't seem to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can you win?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you have the will to live?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the brink of death&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who will you think of?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What will you think of?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you have regrets?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you surrender?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In forcing the life out of somebody&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How does it feel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does it excite you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you even do it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will you listen to your conscience?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you have any conscience at all?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why are you killing me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-129558140098009836?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/insanity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-6030201811652839639</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T18:14:24.130+08:00</atom:updated><title>Prisoner</title><description>&lt;p&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Caught in between.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not knowing what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Helplessness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do I need rescuing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stuck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not knowing where to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not knowing what to expect.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a prison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are robots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Program to do what society expects us to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Program to please everybody.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At what cost?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our happiness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our freedom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Caged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When will I be free?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What will be the cost of freedom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-6030201811652839639?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/prisoner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-2651940124924058786</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T18:47:42.335+08:00</atom:updated><title>Paranoia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;STOP!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ENOUGH!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GIVE UP!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GAME OVER...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DEAD...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dead...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NEVER THE SAME&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NO TURNING BACK..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-2651940124924058786?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/paranoia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-7588422698156400778</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T18:40:53.282+08:00</atom:updated><title>Saving Lives</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most precious thing ever given to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people does not value it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What's worst,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They do not value other people's lives as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it worth dying for a cause?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knowing that you can do more if you live.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it worth risking the lives of others?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knowing that they can't say no to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are things that we cannot control.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Signs are everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why won't we take heed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is always other options.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is no such thing as only one option.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is reputation more important than our lives?&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-7588422698156400778?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/saving-lives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-1134614627093471247</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-20T21:06:44.950+08:00</atom:updated><title>Man Vs. Beast</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Are men and animals truly different?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How did we come up with the idea that we are superior than them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do they pity us when we are struggling so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. They're too angry to pity us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can they really not feel like we do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We just like to think so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We just like to believe that these animals don't get hurt like humans do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They don't get their hearts broken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But how sure are we that they don't get their hearts broken?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Elephants mourn when they see members of their families murdered or killed (as you like to put it).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Parents of any animals will do anything to protect their offspring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is this really just for the survival of the species?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or is it because they love their offsprings?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When human parents send their children to school, protect their children from harm...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it because of a word called love or is it also just for the survival of the species?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It makes me wonder...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are we truly superior and very different from other animals of the animal kingdom?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the animal world, are the so called animals really the beast or are we the beast?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-1134614627093471247?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-vs-beast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-3089347404839078838</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-19T19:19:45.261+08:00</atom:updated><title>Zahir</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ok.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's the deal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I tried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But everything reminds me of you now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every where I go, there's you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And it's driving me crazy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It seems as if kindness can be burdensome to other people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do not want to be a burden to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I do not know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To make you feel that everything's alright.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To make you feel that I am not expecting anything from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just want you to be you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To be free to decide for your own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To have the courage to decide for your own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am truly sorry for making you feel that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-3089347404839078838?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/zahir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-6628172627717598765</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T15:58:26.073+08:00</atom:updated><title>A hug</title><description>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/06/funny-pictures-hi-hug-me-hug-me/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-pictures-bunny-wants-hug.jpg" style="word-spacing:601279px;font-size:601279px;" alt="humorous pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everybody needs a hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We          need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance.          We need 12 hugs a day for growth&lt;br /&gt;        —Virginia Satir, family therapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sadness can actually disappear when you hug somebody from the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hug somebody today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you receive a hug today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hug, do it straight from your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know how that one simple hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can change a person receiving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/33521273-6628172627717598765?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/hug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-4561117324968421610</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T19:56:22.797+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dialogue</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Star, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you have that ache in your heart&lt;br /&gt;    That you don't know how to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're happy just thinking about that person.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you get hurt just by thinking about that person.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you get a smile when you think about that person.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you get tears in your eyes thinking about that person.&lt;br /&gt;Star, do you want to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Love, no matter how hard you try to hide from&lt;br /&gt;    It will still find you&lt;br /&gt;        You have no choice when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;            It sneaks up on you when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;                Often, it sneaks up on you when you're vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Star, why does love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Love is always accompanied by hurt&lt;br /&gt;    It' s a packaged deal.&lt;br /&gt;        You can't have one without the other&lt;br /&gt;           There is no happiness without pain.&lt;br /&gt;Star, why is that girl crying?&lt;br /&gt;    Love causes her heartache.&lt;br /&gt;        She was deceived by somebody she loved.&lt;br /&gt;            Love sneaked up on her then left her hanging.&lt;br /&gt;Star, when will she stop crying?&lt;br /&gt;    One never knows when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;        It maybe days, weeks, months, years or even forever.&lt;br /&gt;Star, why?&lt;br /&gt;    Because she's loving the people that can't love her back.&lt;br /&gt;Star, why?&lt;br /&gt;    Because she did not know.&lt;br /&gt;Star, why?&lt;br /&gt;    Love happens.&lt;br /&gt;Star, I hope she won't hurt forever.&lt;br /&gt;I hope so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-4561117324968421610?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/dialogue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-2891791161331974074</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-16T19:19:50.487+08:00</atom:updated><title>Be a Buddha not a Buddhist</title><description>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am trying to follow the eight fold path of Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;To attain happiness.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how difficult it is following eight simple rules.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how difficult it is to avoid idle chit chats.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how difficult it is to feel hatred to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how difficult it is to say something bad about that person you do not like.&lt;br /&gt;I try. You cannot imagine what I am going through right now, with this cleansing thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best to change me.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma you know.&lt;br /&gt;What you do in the past will come back to you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;And that's bad news, you don't want that to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how difficult it is to dettach myself from what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;I am a  masochist.&lt;br /&gt;I love pain.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am at peace.&lt;br /&gt;But this peace will not last long.&lt;br /&gt;Because one way or another something will come up to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;And I hold onto that pain.&lt;br /&gt;It seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;But I do.&lt;br /&gt;The way my heart aches and I do not know how to cure it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate and love it.&lt;br /&gt;It gives meaning to my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Some may not believe me.&lt;br /&gt;But it does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-2891791161331974074?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-buddha-not-buddhist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-3465759533917960686</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-15T18:36:54.034+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mad World</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many believe that everything is all about the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We do things for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even volunteerism is shaded by how much money we can get out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't we, for once, do something without thinking how much we can get out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volunteerism is all about service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You offer your service voluntarily, because you want to and not because you can receive a lot of money by doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really disappointing when people volunteer because of the money they can get out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really disappointing that we are not satisfied by helping somebody unless they pay us for helping them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we think everything revolves around money; what kind of future will we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This trait can be passed on from one generation to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of people will the future have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is all about the money because a lot of us think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because we were taught that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We go to school so we could have a great job in the future so we could get rich; have a comfortable life; and be a slave to the people who paid for that education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't parents just let their child go to school to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then, we are also taught at school that everything is all about the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's such a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can we really be happy if we have all the money in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We can buy anything we want, but are we free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will we really be satisfied if we are filthy rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is that the only reason for living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have lots of money and rule the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just hope that many people will answer NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because in the way we are leading our lives right now, some may so NO, but most will say YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the few people who answered NO, said it because it's the right answer and not because they believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-3465759533917960686?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/mad-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33521273.post-8338383011106765894</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T18:33:11.259+08:00</atom:updated><title>MOA</title><description>&lt;p&gt;marriage&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what's the big deal about it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;why put so much weight in marriage?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;some people may not understand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;why some people are afraid of committment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think it would be better if two people would just sign a memorandum of agreement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instead of marriage&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what's the deal?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;in the end, you'll want to separate anyways&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There's no certainty in life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;why fear a MOA when you don't fear marriage?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Marriage is more terrifying than a MOA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why go through the hassle of marriage if you'll get divorced in the end?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you look at man's history, you'll see that at some point in life, one gets tired of having just one partner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our ancestors are polygamous and it's a fact.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why run away from reality?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some say that nobody we'll ever agree on a MOA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But if you really love a person, won't you do anything to assure him/her of your fidelity?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What's scary about a MOA?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you really want your partners trust, then do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MEN!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hmph&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33521273-8338383011106765894?l=sebi-rai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sebi-rai.blogspot.com/2008/03/moa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sebi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>