<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5419239130609924895</id><updated>2024-08-28T22:29:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>... of a profound mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-4298539213881940820</id><published>2010-10-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:22:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought of the day!</title><content type='html'>I had this &#39;vision&#39; yesterday that something happened to our planet and all of us died except for a few. Due to the catastrophe those few survivors were forced to go back to the primitive ways of our ancestors to get by and to keep on surviving. So i thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;
What if those few survivors had kids and so on and so forth and in hundreds of thousands of years they would have developed into&amp;nbsp; a futuristic type of civilizations and they would eventually have forgotten about us and the way we used to live. What if they started digging around to excavate our bodies like we do to our ancestors and to those that used to live here in a time before us? Would they think that they are smarter than we were in our time? (I am not a Darwinian so lets just ignore the evolution theory.) Since we always seem to forget the fact of how &#39;privileged&#39; we are to have been born into a time of lets say for example mashinery; we hardly do any hard labour these days. So is it really right for us to think that we are smarter than our ancestors?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4298539213881940820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/4298539213881940820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/4298539213881940820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thought-of-day.html' title='Random thought of the day!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-5144317227232654981</id><published>2010-09-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-27T13:27:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroying Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Our need and greed for growth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Has exhausted life in oceans and on earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dead zones are expanding&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Beautiful creatures becoming extinct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our eco-system partly paralyzed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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By the poison we inject it with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But we plug speakers into our ears,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We ignore the obvious, deaf to the truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Selfish in every way, blinded by the bling we wear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Money in the bank the only thing that makes us care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some cant picture life past their fence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Others deny the thruth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not realising we’re in a long line of loosers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And we’re the ones that’ll lose the most&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Earth has survived many catastrophes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But can she survive the human assault?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe -or maybe not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If she does, we humans will not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Earth never stood a chance.&lt;/div&gt;
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Its in our nature to destroy the world.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5144317227232654981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-need-and-greed-for-growth-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/5144317227232654981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/5144317227232654981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-need-and-greed-for-growth-has.html' title='Destroying Mother Earth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-8040237769722523120</id><published>2010-08-07T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:54:48.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My Love for you is beyond infatuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Far deeper than puppy love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And beyond physical attraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You are my everything;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My friend and confidante -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My partner in crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For you I&#39;d go to worlds ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And declare war on anyone that tries to put you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHxcf30I7upocuhnmzxrbs94dWDJFWiAHvyJvOtVwbPWB5EbMFbbz_EZxGHre9S905NbXbzI4fF8WtVN1PLIY79FCEtgcfSWRF2RczmRl_fI1uVjgC2LLo_T5BgzJA6pBOrfKJy4jNcY/s1600/picture+perfect.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; q6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHxcf30I7upocuhnmzxrbs94dWDJFWiAHvyJvOtVwbPWB5EbMFbbz_EZxGHre9S905NbXbzI4fF8WtVN1PLIY79FCEtgcfSWRF2RczmRl_fI1uVjgC2LLo_T5BgzJA6pBOrfKJy4jNcY/s320/picture+perfect.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&#39;I love you&#39; cannot nearly describe the emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That pass through my body when i picture you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A longing-sensation, anger and frustration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;but above all the PURE joy that lifts me high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And turns my frown into a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s why&amp;nbsp;whenever i feel blue -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I just picture you.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8040237769722523120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/8040237769722523120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/8040237769722523120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHxcf30I7upocuhnmzxrbs94dWDJFWiAHvyJvOtVwbPWB5EbMFbbz_EZxGHre9S905NbXbzI4fF8WtVN1PLIY79FCEtgcfSWRF2RczmRl_fI1uVjgC2LLo_T5BgzJA6pBOrfKJy4jNcY/s72-c/picture+perfect.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-8521301536975213251</id><published>2010-07-04T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:20:16.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&#39;A Rattlesnake, if cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is; A biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves.&#39;&#39;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Eradicating Racism and Hate is like asking a colour-blind person to solve the Rubik&#39;s cube. An impossible task! But we should never stop trying and never stop fighting those who threaten to spread violence and injustice, and those whose only satisfaction in life is to oppress and take advantage of the weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We need to learn to forgive each other and make friends with our enemies. Deep down we&#39;re all the same and if pushed hard enough we are all capable of committing unspeakable crimes. There is no such thing as &#39;committing evil to destroy the greater evil&#39;. It only adds to the suffering of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The only way we can make a difference is by talking to each other, making compromises and by learning to respect and tolerate each others cultural, traditional and religious differences, because diversity is what makes our world so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;If you think you&#39;re too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the room&quot;. - Anita Koddick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8521301536975213251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/8521301536975213251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/8521301536975213251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thought.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-4851341267229835692</id><published>2010-05-02T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:22:39.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #f1c232; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;“Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.” - Marsha Norman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever had one of those dreams that don&#39;t feel like dreams? Well i have:&lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason&amp;nbsp;I was really tired this afternoon but&amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t really want to go and have lie down just yet, so&amp;nbsp;I kept on reading this article. After trying to fight off sleep for quite a while , I soon found myself dozing off into the world where everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFALCOElJBpQz_vvQluJ5tPXXY6Addflpgw29YKNI7PykuuoW0-IrJDMtk8ud6uZwII8EgJ7AhZrJgPUzFv_pWa_peaG7f9glmuCWRqKTjLB8VdsdPPQjDLPtnF82dHx6PHyLAchW6PQ/s1600/road-to-the-dreams2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFALCOElJBpQz_vvQluJ5tPXXY6Addflpgw29YKNI7PykuuoW0-IrJDMtk8ud6uZwII8EgJ7AhZrJgPUzFv_pWa_peaG7f9glmuCWRqKTjLB8VdsdPPQjDLPtnF82dHx6PHyLAchW6PQ/s320/road-to-the-dreams2.jpg&quot; tt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was in my sitting-room on the sofa and&amp;nbsp;I just looked up, at nothing in particular and it felt like&amp;nbsp;I was concentrating with my eyes. All of a sudden snow started to fall. Was I really making snow fall just by looking screw-faced? It seemed so. I tried again and snow started to fall around me once more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Soon enough i started to figure out how to make money with my new found &#39;magic-trick&#39;. Then I&amp;nbsp;would go to poor countries where they would melt the snow and tadaa- now they had fresh and clean water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;It didnt feel like I was a super-hero at all and in my dream I was more amazed at my abilities to produce snow from scratch than all the other people were. When I opened my eyes I looked around with the feeling of relief as I was telling myself &#39;that everything was alright and i havent lost my specail skill&#39;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don&#39;t really know why&amp;nbsp;I woke up and i know some of you are going to laugh, but&amp;nbsp;I really believed that&amp;nbsp;I could make snow appear out of nowhere for at least the first half an hour after&amp;nbsp;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
It just felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;I do believe that dreams have a purpose. It may only be just for the reason to help our brain process the events that day,&amp;nbsp;but i also believe that&amp;nbsp;there also is another profound reason for why we dream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;- Anatole France&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;I wonder what my &#39;crazy dream&#39; says about me? What story does it tell about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share your crazy dreams!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4851341267229835692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/4851341267229835692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/4851341267229835692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-dreams.html' title='Crazy Dreams'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFALCOElJBpQz_vvQluJ5tPXXY6Addflpgw29YKNI7PykuuoW0-IrJDMtk8ud6uZwII8EgJ7AhZrJgPUzFv_pWa_peaG7f9glmuCWRqKTjLB8VdsdPPQjDLPtnF82dHx6PHyLAchW6PQ/s72-c/road-to-the-dreams2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-1420039154989713947</id><published>2010-05-01T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:14:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CUMMISH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CUMMISH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CUMMISH%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood, Sweat and Luxuries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, has anyone watched this programme on BBC4 last night? It is amazingly thought provoking and emotionally depressing to see the horrendous conditions that the majority of Africa&#39;s children live in.&lt;br /&gt;
The cast are young girls and boys who are in their late teens and early twenties and I found it very interesting to see and observe their different reactions, opinions and attitudes to all the different aspects of life that these locals face every day.&lt;br /&gt;
I from now on will think twice about what I buy and where I buy it from. I might even consider buying fair-trade products once I find out where to buy them from. But is that the right thing to do? I mean if only a few of us change to fair-trade products it will hardly change the profits they make but imagine if a significant amount of people stopped buying these shoes? Will that not put these poor people out of business? A lose-lose situation!&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t it extremely unfair that a pair of trainers that will cost us over here £60 - £150 only sell for £8 in Ethiopia?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;They make so little profit on their produce it is ridiculously unfair and when they try to get more money out of the companies they threaten them with changing over to a supplier in China who are apparently even cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it is certainly something to think about. We should all be more aware.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1420039154989713947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/1420039154989713947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/1420039154989713947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNc6BEl4igadUkXqZC47SiDe5mK7N1NU5EepZgCEdxI7BqosB3kJ7XbTaGRr-Don5bcf2uzSFnlQ3rAdwbvkFnFTC1CdGDb37fk9HlQShw6gJXvAyfto-OHR3Q2mhbXAVIc9E6baz9sk/s72-c/bloodsweatandluxuries.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-2534671473598915766</id><published>2010-04-29T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:12:16.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Love To Write&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love to write&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to write about everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But sometimes its hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to write about the things that are on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I love words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Words that rhyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It&#39;s not always easy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and sometimes it takes time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I think allot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Allot about everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Life and death, religion and God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love and Hatred.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;There&#39;re many things I&#39;d like to change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; many things that should be changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But I&#39;m one in a billion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and thinking is not enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I&#39;ve seen many things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve lived my live to the limit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And now I&#39;m sitting here... reminiscing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Contemplating about the good and the bad times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Thinking about all the wrong and rights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And writing all this nonsense (rubbish)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That&#39;s how much i love to write.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(19/01/2007)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My First Love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My first love, how could I forget you?&lt;br /&gt;
My only love, so pure and true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your the one I think about the most&lt;br /&gt;
Your the one I worry about allot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your the one I dream about each night&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish you&#39;d be here, holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not a day goes bye in which I don&#39;t look back&lt;br /&gt;
At those days where I could have held your hand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s not a day when I&#39;m not filled with regret&lt;br /&gt;
For not telling you how much you really meant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I wonder if it would have changed the way -&lt;br /&gt;
I think about you every day...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all these years, I&#39;d give the world&lt;br /&gt;
To know what it&#39;s like to be your girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still love you for whatever it means&lt;br /&gt;
And I shall always love you for as long as I breathe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(01/11/2008)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A War With No Purpose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A war with no purpose, we mourn and We cry&lt;br /&gt;
For the loved ones lost, for all the lost happy times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A war that has no meaning, nor a justified reason&lt;br /&gt;
It has not brought any good, but only spread evil&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A war with no purpose creates a life full of fears&lt;br /&gt;
hearts become stones and eyes no longer shed tears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A war with no purpose,&lt;br /&gt;
a battle between &lt;b&gt;BROTHERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we say we&#39;re &lt;b&gt;ONE PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but a leader &lt;b&gt;CAN&#39;T be ONE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
as we &lt;b&gt;DON&#39;T &lt;/b&gt;see him as equal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;NOR&lt;/b&gt; do we another&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But we are the future and we shall protect our seeds&lt;br /&gt;
Time wont heal our wounds, but it shall make us stop bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are the future and our country&#39;s only hope&lt;br /&gt;
And God will help us, if we help ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
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My strenght might weaken, but hope remains strong&lt;br /&gt;
To one day return to where i was born&lt;br /&gt;
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There is no place like home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2534671473598915766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/04/poems-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/2534671473598915766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/2534671473598915766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/04/poems-from-past.html' title='Poems from the past'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419239130609924895.post-5452721934524378211</id><published>2010-04-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:41:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Im not really thirty-five years old, nor am i a virgo. For personal reasons I&#39;d like to remain anonymous for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;
This page is not one to be taken seriously. i have created it to get me writing and to help me develop the dicipline I need to improve my skills.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s all in the name &#39;random&#39; as its not about any particular subject nor is it dedicated to anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5452721934524378211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/04/intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/5452721934524378211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419239130609924895/posts/default/5452721934524378211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rando-m-aniac.blogspot.com/2010/04/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>