<?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-5212026807576017648</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:16:00.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before  Sunrise</title><subtitle type='html'>“I have nothing to ask, but for you to step aside, that you may not, by intercepting my sunshine, take from me what you cannot give”..............

Diogenes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-3050643073361477</id><published>2007-08-20T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:51.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me baby aint nothing but mamals....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RsmcF9FNCDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OhuiWlyS2YU/s1600-h/needs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RsmcF9FNCDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OhuiWlyS2YU/s400/needs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100779679083464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of posts on my new blog doesn't mean I have stopped thinking and searching ..... I sometimes wish I could, or maybe its better to say I often need to remind myself I should..... which I do - do.&lt;br /&gt;In the real world I went from having no one to talk to - to being surrounded by brilliant individuals, so most of my learning is now directed outwards as opposed to the internal reflection I once struggled to contain.&lt;br /&gt;I have also managed to put  myself back together.&lt;br /&gt;with help from a few  .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;Jung - Myers - Briggs have aided me in understanding myself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/INFJ.html"&gt;am whats labeled INFJ personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates - introverted - intuitive - feeling - judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/info.html"&gt;very useful tools in understanding people.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one type is more "right" to be. Everyone is different!&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not sure if we are born or made into what each are,  accepting and learning how to use yourself is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/INFJ_per.html"&gt; both encouraging "strenghts" and overcoming "weaknesses"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reading that above link kind of put the pieces back in place for me.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I blame others - ever!!!!! but it sure would be nice if it was possible to tell another person something and at least have them consider maybe they aren't perfect either???&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can trace back to all the things that brought out the INFJ in me, and its fascinating to find many of my own personal role models on the famous INFJ list, even before I knew they were there.&lt;br /&gt;its like Socrates said after all .... people made of the same substance are connected to each other  in the sense that they come from the same source.&lt;br /&gt;sure there are lots of things I wish I were, or could be ..... but trying to hard to be what you're not, through force  either by self or other just makes a mess of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I put more hope and focus onto the youth of the world, its true .... you can't teach an old dog new tricks, especially when they do not want to learn (cause they are right and know everything already) ..... but that's another topic.&lt;br /&gt;Being connected  to Socrates,  I have also given up on "arguing" to prove a point and have instead been practicing his style of "questioning" others and their theories as opposed to "debating".&lt;br /&gt;I might be an idiot, but I'm surely not stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;The things people say are just ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;And the "intelligent" ones are making less and less sense.&lt;br /&gt;especially when they try to use science as evidence to back their logic.&lt;br /&gt;Including political science.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is sooooo fundamental!!!&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know which is worst religious or non religious groups.&lt;br /&gt;One almost refuses to accept facts and the other fails to recognise any harm or damage to our existence being caused by their cold hard facts and flat meaningless reality.&lt;br /&gt;To me it doesn't take a genius to memorize information, if people want to say we evolved from chimps maybe we did??? it does not change the fact we are no longer monkeys and if they want to be part of the experiment and learn to push the right buttons in order to avoid  electrical shock .... good luck to them!!&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge like anything else if not progressive becomes stagnant.  The above image is an expanded version of the work done by  Abraham Maslow,  whos original had only 5 stages linking man to the animal kingdom, some more human elements that separate us from that have been added.&lt;br /&gt;Humans as individuals and on a whole share a common goal .... survival.&lt;br /&gt;but can the levels on the pyramid really be  called "needs"?&lt;br /&gt;Why in our modern world do we seem to be regressing or progressing into a lower animal state instead of our higher self?&lt;br /&gt;If Darwin was right we as humans work against evolution and support our every weakness until it becomes dominate.&lt;br /&gt;I once had someone comment that the war for survival will ultimately be fought between the haves and have nots. Im not sure what that means, but I might be cheering for the have nots to win.&lt;br /&gt;(don't freak out at that .... without an explanation)&lt;br /&gt;but the way things head in the "haves" world, kind of make us as a species some hideous disease infecting the planet like uncontrolled parasites devouring everything including each other.&lt;br /&gt;and the things they focus on aren't really the traits I would consider admirable in people.&lt;br /&gt;looks, material gain, power ...etc.&lt;br /&gt;then add everything connected to pride to the list including race, nationality, and religion.&lt;br /&gt;none of those things lead to survival they lead to destruction.&lt;br /&gt;If the the world wants to convince each other we are nothing but animals don't be surprised  when we start acting like ones.&lt;br /&gt;and to the religious police .... its true the world is full of "sin", but how do you control the actions of others and expect it to magically solve everything?&lt;br /&gt;if God searches hearts and minds wouldn't it make more sense to work at changing those things first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-3050643073361477?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3050643073361477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=3050643073361477' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/3050643073361477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/3050643073361477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-and-me-baby-aint-nothing-but-mamals.html' title='you and me baby aint nothing but mamals....'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RsmcF9FNCDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OhuiWlyS2YU/s72-c/needs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-2542582133421825648</id><published>2007-08-11T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:58:28.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>humans?</title><content type='html'>While watching random U-tube videos I ran across this short series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQbCcHvXJYw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;"The history of woman sex symbols"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its  a slide show of famous female icons starting from early 1900's.&lt;br /&gt;you really can tell a lot from pictures.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought to myself  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;The early women  give new definition to the term timeless beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of them just ooze some incredible combination of - womanhood, confidence, and individuality, and all in very feminine ways.&lt;br /&gt;who decides what we find "attractive"?&lt;br /&gt;Men or women?&lt;br /&gt;As the history progresses the females go from strong - to frail and helpless looking, but the tribute ends with 70's icons.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on my own, today's images that set the impossible standard for us girls to live up to ...... seems to tell us we should be both/either - men and hormonal driven objects or divas..&lt;br /&gt;where being "female" in any way is almost a weakness compared to the empowered bitches that are taking over everything.&lt;br /&gt;The art of being woman is dead!&lt;br /&gt;I have just as much sympathy for the men out there, the regular everyday ones .... and I have  to agree with shania and say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pt-pZ0Tx6Q"&gt;"that don't impress me much!!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL now Im side tracked thinking of men and the second true love of my impressionable young dreams .... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhnR3NU-cBI"&gt;ahhhh sigh, Michael - ;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem... anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The world has become a very shallow and soulless place to live in, and I blame both sexes equally.&lt;br /&gt;I credit "religion" and "science" combined as the causes.&lt;br /&gt;where one as an establishment holds woman guilty for the down fall of man and sentences her to an eternally oppressed existence, the other as a theory almost erases her duty and role as a separate necessity.&lt;br /&gt;In no way am I saying men and woman are not of equal worth and value, neither is above the other!&lt;br /&gt;But what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;When did men and women stop working together and start using each other or battling for control?&lt;br /&gt;Personally I was born and raised inside a "mans world" I don't  know how to relate to other women.&lt;br /&gt;In attempting to figure it all out I went back to the beginning, if that's where the truth is found, and tried to understand the concept of Adam and Eve as founders of the human race, spiritually, philosophically, and scientifically according to what the study of evolution has taught us.&lt;br /&gt;but what exactly have we evolved into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have 'em hangin out on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can starch &amp; iron 2 dozens shirts 'fore you can count from 1 to 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw it in the skillet, go out &amp; do my shopping, be back before it melts in the pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can rub &amp; scrub this old house til it's shinin like a dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Feed the baby, grease the car, &amp; powder my face at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get all dressed up, go out and swing til 4 a.m. and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lay down at 5, jump up at 6, and start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you come to me sickly you know I'm gonna make you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you come to me all hexed up you know I'm gonna break the spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you come to me hungry you know I'm gonna fill you full of grits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's lovin you're likin, I'll kiss you and give you the shiverin' fits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can stretch! a green black dollar bill from here to kindom come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can play the numbers pay the bills and still end up with some!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a twenty-dollar gold piece says there ain't nothing I can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can make a dress out of a feed bag and I can make a man out of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5212026807576017648-2542582133421825648?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2542582133421825648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=2542582133421825648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2542582133421825648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2542582133421825648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/08/humans.html' title='humans?'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-7156752073633821415</id><published>2007-07-30T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:43:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution extreme female drivel ahead</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;That's my new favorite word, not one I wanted just the only one I got.&lt;br /&gt;The bible says sighs are  your soul somehow speaking up for you ... interceding with prayers on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;Another text in the Nag Hamdi names "sigh" as a demon principality ..... either way I think it's translated into - " I don't know what to do!"&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy -&lt;br /&gt;which does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; mean I'm not a happy person at all!&lt;br /&gt;cause I am! just by nature.&lt;br /&gt;But my life right now is kind of like that movie with Tom Hanks stuck at the air port waiting helplessly, and day to day he just lives fully best he can, where he is in that moment ....    aching on the inside to go home every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh again...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my home is any more ..... or where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain in my heart pulls me to go - somewhere? with such strength I literally have to put my hands over it and beg  it to stop!&lt;br /&gt;Top this with the fact I have enough life experience to know, whats right and wrong, what works what doesn't, who I am, what I need - all that crap ..... and I don't ever want to hurt myself or anyone else again....... and throw into the mix that makes me ... some almost cruel joke being the combination of - child like carefree attitude and out look, full of endless possibilities and hope. Fused together with a sense of duty ,  responsibility and over thinking logic.&lt;br /&gt;So I could today..this very moment leave where I am with nothing but the clothes on my back with absolute confidence in myself that from there I could build an entire kingdom from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;I'm fearless like that.... I even believe the bad things in life that happen are all part of the all in their own way - just meant to be. They bring lessons, growth ... build caricature  ... its destiny. Better to just give into it and let it lead, it does all work out ... people who try to control it end up with bitterness like Hitler...... (long story) or risk becoming very shallow and empty ........  still there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; choices don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Where does my heart want to be so badly? where is destiny pulling me?&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of some story about a man lost at sea praying for god to save him ... three ships come but he turns them all down thinking god will answer in a more "miraculous" way. He dies of course .... goes to heaven angry ..... "why didn't you save me?" God says "I sent 3 ships you IDIOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your stranded on an Island you have 2 choices .... wait and hope someone finds you someday ... or build a raft.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very determined and impatient I built a raft!!!&lt;br /&gt;and am now drifting at sea ....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;First off as independent as I always need to be .... I don't believe humans were designed/evolved to function "alone"!&lt;br /&gt;True balance in life can only be achieved through "self" and "other".&lt;br /&gt;Man and woman working together as one through their individual roles.&lt;br /&gt;I know my role and am willing to play it with ultimate commitment.&lt;br /&gt;but I have a terrible disease that makes me able to adapt to anyone and get along&lt;br /&gt;I never try to or want to "change" anyone, and I offer absolute freedom in everything they are want to be and do with them selves, even support them through that, and honestly I ask for nothing .... not one thing in return.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds right always ends bad.&lt;br /&gt;experience has taught me when you tell someone they are free to do as they please ... that's exactly what they do ... what ever THEY want.&lt;br /&gt;And when you ask for nothing that's what they give you.&lt;br /&gt;The answer to that problem is easy.&lt;br /&gt;Balance!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah ... skipping over what makes a good balanced relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And no I don't expect things to always be perfect either !!!!!! and I am vocal with my needs!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been "single" for a year now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Celibate too .... :(&lt;br /&gt;you can laugh at that - I do.&lt;br /&gt;It may be strange to say I don't "hold back" due to any moral beliefs,&lt;br /&gt;neither am I sexually inhibited or frigid ....&lt;br /&gt;Just that like I already said... I know myself...what I need and what makes me happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Two people at least having some respect and caring for each other at an equal level would be a nice start.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think of love as some delusional romantic fantasy, but there should be some kind of spark that starts it? some feelings that don't revolve entirely around sex? right?&lt;br /&gt;and I DO believe in love at first sight, it's real Ive seen it happen, heard all the ridiculous stories.... I'll skip sharing them.&lt;br /&gt;At the opposite end Ive also seen my grandparents celebrate their 50 plus years of marriage that was arranged like some business agreement based on unemotional duty .... and I know they loved  each other in their own way as cold as it felt to view, it made them happy ..... doesn't work for me - every ones different.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting way off topic .....&lt;br /&gt;Lost at sea that's were I am.&lt;br /&gt;and yes ships do come ....&lt;br /&gt;with all sorts of offers .......&lt;br /&gt;none going any where I would like to go ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think men understand what it's like to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;alot of woman don't help either.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll stop with the man woman stuff ... I'm far from desperate.&lt;br /&gt;................... Obviously in the past I have had some very other focused relationships.....&lt;br /&gt;with little or no self ....&lt;br /&gt;and I made steps to change that - and now it's like I walked right into a brick wall, where I have self and no other, something to come home to at least a pet might help even but I'm not allowed one .... and I really really have to move away to continue in any way.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't need anyone to do anything .... and I don't expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;But boy would it be nice ....&lt;br /&gt;where do I go and how do I get there?&lt;br /&gt;how do you find a job in a new city with no where to stay or start from?&lt;br /&gt;how do you find a place of your own to start from with out a job first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of people do it ..... but it can take years!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lost at sea for years busting my ass working 3 jobs to save money and do it all safe and responsible like .. and alone ...... what kind of person would that turn me into? One I don't want to be I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;and where to go when you have the whole world to chose from??&lt;br /&gt;some direction would be nice?&lt;br /&gt;and from someone who knows me ... or at least understands what I'm about.&lt;br /&gt;and what happens when I get there? what's to keep me from being exactly where I am right now on a personal level?or worse!&lt;br /&gt;with not even one friend for a safe place on the lowest level?&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh and double sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;see how I drive myself cazy!!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I hold true to the concept that life can be so simple I swear, and beautiful - over flowing even, magic too .... LOL&lt;br /&gt;God please save me from becoming like everyone else and rationalizing everything special into some hopeless nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone reads this and leaves a comment that includes the word "self" in any form or reference... including "the answer is with in" ...... so help me!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-7156752073633821415?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/7156752073633821415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=7156752073633821415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/7156752073633821415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/7156752073633821415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/caution-extreme-female-drivel-ahead.html' title='Caution extreme female drivel ahead'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-351749853859779758</id><published>2007-07-29T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:52.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzNbOMdlzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fi3WhE7wQac/s1600-h/_44027060_iraq_captain203bafp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzNbOMdlzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fi3WhE7wQac/s400/_44027060_iraq_captain203bafp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092671146199717682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here trying to think how to properly phrase myself in a way that clearly expresses how I feel. I want to say something like all the fighting and killing that goes on everyday all over the world ...&lt;br /&gt;"gets on my nerves"?&lt;br /&gt;no that's no good....&lt;br /&gt;how about..??&lt;br /&gt;Pisses me the f*$^ off!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah! sounds a little better (still not quite right)&lt;br /&gt;Just the stupidity of it I can never ever figure out?&lt;br /&gt;and the anger it fills me with just cant be defined.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told by many people I live in some fluffy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land of idealistic utopia ...&lt;br /&gt;really? where do you live then?&lt;br /&gt;I like my world a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;You should try it.... its one where we all get along ..&lt;br /&gt;....then we get up and go to work, pay our bills all that fun stuff too and even bad things happen sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to play Mr. Rodgers today.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then ... inside the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; some to chose to bring into life for all of us to share...&lt;br /&gt;Something or someone decides hey it might be nice to smile today ....&lt;br /&gt;what ever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6921078.stm"&gt;Iraq celebrates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... and there is nothing to connect with war or politics in this post. SO DON"T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzT9-Mdl2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/h532w0M7KwQ/s1600-h/_44027115_soldiers_afp203b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzT9-Mdl2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/h532w0M7KwQ/s400/_44027115_soldiers_afp203b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092678340269938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just look how something that is in some ways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; meaningless can bring people together.&lt;br /&gt;How is it that the serious things we call "causes" and other important words .... like "god"&lt;br /&gt;"patriotism"  "laws" "economy" etc.... you know the things that we are told bring purpose to life are the very things that cause most- if not all of the problems including the fighting and killing?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzNbOMdl0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/28M0wUOKC-A/s1600-h/_44027115_soldiers_afp203b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-351749853859779758?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/351749853859779758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=351749853859779758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/351749853859779758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/351749853859779758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-im-sitting-here-trying-to-think-how.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RqzNbOMdlzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fi3WhE7wQac/s72-c/_44027060_iraq_captain203bafp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-5332060135337897301</id><published>2007-07-29T09:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:10:40.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creatures (just for a while)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.herbalchem.net/Glossary.htm"&gt;My name is "volatile"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ3bPuwbeVI&amp;feature=RecentlyWatched&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;page=1&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;I've been this way a long while&lt;br /&gt;I'd surely like to rest&lt;br /&gt;But the energy gets the best of me&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wild ride&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a minute&lt;br /&gt;I can't slow down inside&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why I live it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years of mischief&lt;br /&gt;Followed by weeks of thrift&lt;br /&gt;I land on earth's hard face&lt;br /&gt;No legs could keep that pace&lt;br /&gt;And through the rest I sift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a time&lt;br /&gt;When the state of sleeping willingly leaves my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly frustrated&lt;br /&gt;wanna feel elated&lt;br /&gt;Come monday morn you feel checkmated&lt;br /&gt;You can be uncool and become the rule&lt;br /&gt;Exceptions were made to drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to it, you'd think I'd be by now&lt;br /&gt;The ins the outs the ups and the downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a mess&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blow off stress&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stoke the fire&lt;br /&gt;Just creatures for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just creatures, Just creatures&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes and comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I go a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I go a little crazy just like you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you we're gonna say&lt;br /&gt;But were afraid to cause dismay&lt;br /&gt;You're lyrics switched around&lt;br /&gt;The mixture watered down&lt;br /&gt;And now a pointless display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something one won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Unless there in it with me&lt;br /&gt;hand and hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy the fear don't buy that my dear&lt;br /&gt;The things you love you must keep near and&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and you won't feel withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's wearable sometimes is bearable&lt;br /&gt;I careen towards balance til' the glass is full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a mess&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blow off stress&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stoke the fire&lt;br /&gt;Just creatures for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just creatures, just creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes and comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get a little out there&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I go off&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go a little crazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-5332060135337897301?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/5332060135337897301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=5332060135337897301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/5332060135337897301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/5332060135337897301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/creatures-just-for-while.html' title='creatures (just for a while)'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-3167129530855714511</id><published>2007-07-22T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:40:12.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>head ache</title><content type='html'>All the religious and anti religious arguing in the world today is really giving me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ulcer&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain may explode too.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think all and every religion should be just that - personal!&lt;br /&gt;and I'm pretty sure all and every religion in the world states this.&lt;br /&gt;how then do they become such powerful establishments?&lt;br /&gt;and who decides what "god" really wants?.... when the entire concept is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; open to opinion with out anything to back it up as proof out side of religious text from how many years ago?&lt;br /&gt;To think any of it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; altered is ridiculous for any one to believe in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;and to say gods will  never changes is an impossible concept.&lt;br /&gt;The world changes, people change, needs change, knowledge increases, everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;anything that never does is stagnant,  and things that don't grow, progress , move... are dead, decaying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; or nothing more than tools and objects for things that are.&lt;br /&gt;Why over time do people take things so literal yet without meaning and see everything so flat like a photograph?&lt;br /&gt;We live  a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; existence, does someone have to prove the world is round again?&lt;br /&gt;and we call ourselves advanced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yesselman.com/ttpelws1.htm"&gt;What happened to great minds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spinoza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sought out the unseens to find the true meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it no one wants to know the truth anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-3167129530855714511?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3167129530855714511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=3167129530855714511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/3167129530855714511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/3167129530855714511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/head-ache.html' title='head ache'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-1472210222320031586</id><published>2007-07-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:35:02.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized some things... just this second.&lt;br /&gt;shit!!!  the list is ever growing .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first would be, from reading this blog, you might think I'm like twelve years old... lol&lt;br /&gt;at heart - maybe .... forever I hope!&lt;br /&gt;...but that doesn't make me irresponsible or immature either - just a bit silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is more serious .... (possibly over dramatic as well)&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be 2 groups of people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ones screaming at me to lay down and die!&lt;br /&gt;and others yelling get up and live!&lt;br /&gt;What I really wish is that all of them would just shut up!&lt;br /&gt;But it made me think of  a story, or see it .... as a symbolic analogy to this whole life thing ...&lt;br /&gt;which really is very simple, could or should be at least...&lt;br /&gt;Long story short - when Moses died angels came and fought over his body.&lt;br /&gt;The "devil" and "god".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its like the Eunanna thing..... and these two beings represent his own shadow and light self and ultimately its us who decide or judge somehow?&lt;br /&gt;Each without the other is equally void and without form.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mean that in the traditional good -vs- evil sense ...&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one who knows me totally, and right now I think I really should go outside for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-1472210222320031586?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/1472210222320031586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=1472210222320031586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/1472210222320031586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/1472210222320031586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-realized-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-2403862411327876443</id><published>2007-07-15T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:52.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RpqjoMkInNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xVPYEvz89XI/s1600-h/mini_mara3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RpqjoMkInNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xVPYEvz89XI/s400/mini_mara3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558640031276242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;... someone made me remember something  today I think about  quite often actually and still laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its silly really .... when I was little me and my brother Pete used to always play Star Wars ...&lt;br /&gt;here's how it usually went ... (and believe it or not ...I'm the oldest child!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;! you be princess Leia ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "but I don't want to be princess Leia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete - "you have to be cause you're a girl and shes the only girl there is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "but star wars is an entire universe! not just a movie. so there are lots of other girls ... you just cant see them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete - "we are just pretending... you're princess Leia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- " no, I'm just NOT her! ... I have the force and she doesn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete - "your only saying that cause you want the light saber, and you can't be a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - " I don't want the light saber! and I don't want to be a boy! sigh....  princess Leia is Luke's sister! and I'm gonna marry him!! I CAN'T be princess Leia!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;!!! will you just go over there and wait for me to rescue you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "I don't want you to rescue me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................ and this would go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;It made me angry!! I seriously did not want to be princess Leia!  so I started reading all the star wars series books looking for another girl I could be .... sadly I grew up before Luke and Mara Jade met ................... but funny to learn she was in the movie all along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sirmartin.wordpress.com/2007/07/11/the-death-of-mara-jade-skywalker/"&gt;and not so funny ... she is killed in combat!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, now I might be wishing I was princess leia...... poor Luke :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; !!!! I swear!!! you can find anything!!! on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UTube&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35N9QTdNgu4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Mara Jade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait that song (in above link) has always been on my "hate list" !&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmhNQNPwT3I&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt; all of these are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; cheesy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4Nw9pXRFsU&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;but entertaining&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EElWaWSUo3c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "anything" already right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be mean to say, but its kind of refreshing to know there are people crazier than me out there...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDBhx1vuiNY&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt; and putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of energy into making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt; videos?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... I'm not ashamed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; myself by adding - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs_aUL_uEOY"&gt;seeing Luke still kind a makes my heart all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tickle&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; ....  sigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-2403862411327876443?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2403862411327876443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=2403862411327876443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2403862411327876443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2403862411327876443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/mara-jade.html' title='Geek'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/RpqjoMkInNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xVPYEvz89XI/s72-c/mini_mara3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-6207100187834588102</id><published>2007-07-12T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:22:11.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My playlist....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHCr5nLM_ws"&gt;for sara..... I'm a ocean and your an island.... lol&lt;/a&gt; .... maybe the atmosphere is a sea of air, that would make you an ocean too.... :P&lt;br /&gt;makes me think of a scene from the new pirates of the Caribbean .... Calypso, I release you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you become (like) dust, then even a mild wind will blow you and scatter you and will carry you wherever it wishes. If you become (like) a stone (i.e. develop the characteristics of a stone in yourself) then you will break any glass which comes your way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you become (like) dew then your destiny will be an abyss and lowness (and even a mild ray of sunshine will wipe you out of existence). If you become (like) an ocean then your destiny will acquire depth and permanence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;option #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzIr1_PMvW8"&gt;we could live beside the ocean... leave the fire behind, swim out past the breaker, watch the world die ... :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;option #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfZbFh7qlCQ"&gt;give you Id card to the border guard ...alias says that you're jeanluke picard of the united federation of planets,  cause he won't speak English anyway .... :P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;option #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJsrz4NQr18"&gt;time I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;So heres to looking back Id drink a bottle of my pride and toast to change&lt;br /&gt;To keep these demons off my back get these demons off my back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to shimmer I want to shine I want to radiate&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to love&lt;br /&gt;I want to try &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm.... 3 always has been lucky, think I pick it.&lt;br /&gt;where to start?&lt;br /&gt;guess from where you are is the only place.&lt;br /&gt;..... where did I put my towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ik2RmsvO99E&amp;feature=RecentlyWatched&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;page=1&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I’m running down the road&lt;br /&gt;Tryin’ to loosen my load&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got seven men on&lt;br /&gt;My mind,&lt;br /&gt;Four that wanna own me,&lt;br /&gt;Two that wanna stone me,&lt;br /&gt;One says he’s a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the sound of your own wheels&lt;br /&gt;Drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up while you still can!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Just find a place to make your stand....&lt;br /&gt;And take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m a standing on a corner&lt;br /&gt;In winslow, arizona&lt;br /&gt;And such a fine sight to see&lt;br /&gt;It’s a boy, my lord, in a flatbed&lt;br /&gt;Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, don’t say maybe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know if your sweet love is&lt;br /&gt;Gonna save me&lt;br /&gt;We may lose and we may win&lt;br /&gt;though, We will never be here again!&lt;br /&gt;So open up, I’m climbin’ in,&lt;br /&gt;and take it easy&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen&lt;br /&gt;My load,&lt;br /&gt;got a world of trouble on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my&lt;br /&gt;Cover, he’s so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the sound of your own&lt;br /&gt;Wheels make you crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, don’t say maybe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know if your sweet love is&lt;br /&gt;Gonna save me, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh we got it easy&lt;br /&gt;We oughta take it easy.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHHGC34c9f4"&gt;one more- just because I love it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ik2RmsvO99E&amp;feature=RecentlyWatched&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;page=1&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-6207100187834588102?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6207100187834588102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=6207100187834588102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6207100187834588102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6207100187834588102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-playlist.html' title='My playlist....'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-395500644211279718</id><published>2007-07-03T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T04:03:22.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>links to a few things I'm reading.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.isec2000.org.uk/abstracts/papers_f/flude_1.htm"&gt;http://www.isec2000.org.uk/abstracts/papers_f/flude_1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halexandria.org/dward385.htm"&gt;http://www.halexandria.org/dward385.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findlink.dk/index.php?id=plato"&gt;http://www.findlink.dk/index.php?id=plato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rep.routledge.com/article/DA026SECT3"&gt;http://www.rep.routledge.com/article/DA026SECT3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/descartesmeditations.html"&gt;http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/descartesmeditations.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-395500644211279718?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/395500644211279718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=395500644211279718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/395500644211279718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/395500644211279718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/07/links-to-few-things-im-reading.html' title='links to a few things I&apos;m reading.....'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-6080835202218623373</id><published>2007-06-19T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:57:52.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/Rn_nmNq9PhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roW-ZEBNdes/s1600-h/January0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/Rn_nmNq9PhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roW-ZEBNdes/s320/January0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080033548388089362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.durhamtownship.com/blog-archives/002924.html"&gt;"a true revolutionary is motivated by feelings of love".........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would promise that I am gonna write on this blog sometime soon ... since I took the time to start it and all .... but for right now it's a promise I am not ready to make.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to say but just can't!!! It's like I'm not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's not entirely bad, all part of some growth process.&lt;br /&gt;very very frustrating place to be,&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before ...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it comes to you when your ready, cause actually I have been waiting for it - hoping and praying for it, even tried to force it once or twice - things don't always work that way.&lt;br /&gt;but when it's time you can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;I recognise the beginning .... of the end.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case that  sounds weird (which I'm sure it does) especially with the song I'm adding ... what I've finally reached is kind of a burning off phase, a letting go and moving forward and like the times before it starts with walking and silence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ive come to talk with you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;neath the halo of a street lamp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A neon light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That split the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And touched the sound of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;People talking without speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;People hearing without listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And no one deared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Disturb the sound of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fools said i,you do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Silence like a cancer grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And echoed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the wells of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To the neon God they made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the words that it was forming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And the signs said, the words of the prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Are written on the subway walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And tenement halls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And whisperd in the sounds of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-6080835202218623373?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6080835202218623373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=6080835202218623373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6080835202218623373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6080835202218623373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-would-promise-that-i-am-gonna-write.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1KcN2CTXVU/Rn_nmNq9PhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roW-ZEBNdes/s72-c/January0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-6991202788953555136</id><published>2007-06-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:08:38.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/01/17/warwithin.overview/index.html"&gt;must read link !!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-6991202788953555136?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6991202788953555136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=6991202788953555136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6991202788953555136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/6991202788953555136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/must-read-link.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-2811883167628000274</id><published>2007-06-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:55:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A song plays on while the moon is hiding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Something comes over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I guess we're big and I guess we're small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you think about it man you know we got it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I love you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I love you freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Here's a riddle for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There's a reason for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You and I...&lt;/span&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/5212026807576017648-2811883167628000274?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-8340444973136932772</id><published>2007-06-05T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:33:32.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood memories</title><content type='html'>Ever look back to when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Not through events or life, but just at yourself, what you must have been like as a person then.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear people tell stories of growing up, everyone has things that sound so silly to even remember, but still stuck in their minds for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;At times it's people in your own family who add their memories gathered along the way, things about you they kept.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Marie always brings up how for my 5th birthday, she took me to the toy store and said I could have anything I wanted.... anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;What did I pick???&lt;br /&gt;A paper doll that cost a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what she tried, I would not change my mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; is what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; had planned to give me something more special - like my first bicycle, and was so mad over what I chose....&lt;br /&gt;I  laugh and blame it on her .... she should have said I'm taking you to get a bike, then I would have never even thought about wanting a paper doll .... better yet, she could have bought both!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Marie  always says when she looks at me she still just sees that little girl ... up Grandmas ass - hands into everything - sneaking kittens into the house.&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to remind me of the time I OD'ed on sleeping pills at age 3.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, thinking now, maybe that's why I never got into drugs as a teen??&lt;br /&gt;They say the foundation of who you will be is  formed in those three years.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are right.&lt;br /&gt;That time was spent almost entirely with grandparents .&lt;br /&gt;My one Grandfather had his own advertising agency down town and since my granny Boo hated "business" stuff -  anytime he had to take a client out I got to dress up and be his dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;I remember this cause my favorite thing to do during dinner was - use the restroom, several times .... ok I was playing in the sink mostly, but there was also a tray of pretty grown up girl stuff I loved to just look at.&lt;br /&gt;Perfume, lipstick, lotion.&lt;br /&gt;His (my grandfathers) favorite memory from this to share .....  is the time I looked straight at his very important client and calmly stated.... " your stupid, I hope your gonna shut up soon"&lt;br /&gt;:( .... (head down) this lesson I may still be working on.&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't get mad. He always had a way of explaining things with why and how.&lt;br /&gt;I can come up with a million of these memories .....&lt;br /&gt;Simple ones I've been told are, I never wanted to go to bed, in fact I screamed until I puked - but instead of fighting for control we came to a compromise .... music boxes to wind and listen too till I feel asleep, or sometimes those read-along books on tape things ....... anyone else have them? I love them!&lt;br /&gt;One I always tell myself, to that little girl inside  ... once my mother was in the bathroom and had locked the door..... so I lie on the floor looking through the crack demanding to be let in, and she just wouldn't open it!!!  I got mad and said "I want my daddy" ..... but then I thought no, ... he would get mad that I was throwing a fit .... and changed my mind .... "I want my Boo instead".... wait? she would just tell me to go sit down and wait .................. I got up, went and sat on the steps  thinking over every person I knew and what I thought their reaction would be to the situation I was in and what advice they would give. None of them!! I was sure!!! would say screaming and crying or demanding was the best thing to do, maybe I should just wait for her to come out ....&lt;br /&gt;LOL there never was hope for my brain ever, from the begining!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone else will leave a memory in the comments, my inner child LOVES LOVES LOVES to share, and now your all just mean and very bad people if you read that and don't   :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-8340444973136932772?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/8340444973136932772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=8340444973136932772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/8340444973136932772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/8340444973136932772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/childhood-memories.html' title='childhood memories'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-9181462090223138391</id><published>2007-06-04T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:06:55.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has the whole world gone mad?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I fear more?&lt;br /&gt;To know whats going on out there&lt;br /&gt;or not know enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look at as many sources as possible, from as many sides.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to pay attention to whats going on at home anymore,  looking out my own window is enough to convince me were doomed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of seeing it and hearing about it!!&lt;br /&gt;War killing and hate everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Of course the United seems to be somehow blamed for every second of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memritv.org/Transcript.asp?P1=1464"&gt;Do they even broadcast these things anymore?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demands from Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Qaeda&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;only 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One: Pull every one of your last soldiers, spies, security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;advisors&lt;/span&gt;, trainers, attach&amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eacutes&lt;/span&gt;, and so on out every Muslim land from Afghanistan to Zanzibar. Should so much as one single American soldier or spy remain on Islamic soil, it shall be considered sufficient justification for us to continue our defensive Jihad against your nation and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Stop all support and aid, military, political, economic, or otherwise to the 56 plus apostate regimes of the Muslim world and abandon them to their well-deserved fate at the hands of the soldiers of Islam. Should you fail to comply in full, we will deem it sufficient justification to continue to fight and kill Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: End all support, moral, military, economic, political, or otherwise to the bastard state of Israel and ban your citizens, Zionist Jews, Zionist Christians, and the rest from traveling to occupied Palestine or settling there. Even one penny of aid will be considered sufficient justification to continue the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: Cease all interference in the religion, society, politics, and governance of the Muslims world. And leave us alone to establish the Islamic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shura&lt;/span&gt; state, which will unite the Muslims of Earth in truth and justice. A single word of American protest shall be silenced by a thousand Islamic bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: Put an end to all forms of interference in the education curricula and information media of the Islamic world, and impose a blanket ban on all broadcasts to our region, especially those designed to alter or destroy the faith, minds, morals, and values, of our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: Free all Muslim captives from your prisons, detention facilities, and concentration camps, regardless of whether they are recipients of what you call a fair trial or not. Your refusal to release them will mean the continuation of our just struggle against your tyranny until the last kidnapped Muslim has been liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;HUH?? 56 apostates of the Muslim world?? whats that mean??  I just shake my head? does no one think this all some psychotic madness?  All of it!! and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; copy the parts about baby killing and other great stuff .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to watch this show anymore ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's real or not!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there anyone out there who just wants to enjoy being alive again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and why do I feel guilty to want to even try that?&lt;br /&gt;alright pull yourself together.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my blog to be like most others, pointing out problems, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;negatives&lt;/span&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;I want to find hope, I wanna smile and laugh.............. see beauty in the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;explore the world,&lt;br /&gt;learn and try new things,&lt;br /&gt;play games,&lt;br /&gt; meet and talk to interesting people,&lt;br /&gt;be inspired.................&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of death, wouldnt the answer be to fight back with all the life you have left in you?&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/5212026807576017648-9181462090223138391?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/9181462090223138391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=9181462090223138391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/9181462090223138391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/9181462090223138391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/has-whole-world-gone-mad-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-1338766706461243292</id><published>2007-06-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:40:34.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>Another thing I know about blogging....&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes people play these little games called "tag"&lt;br /&gt;several versions with various objectives make their rounds, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm it already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you don't know about me ( I think it was 5?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... First off, I'm gonna just come out and confess ...........................&lt;br /&gt;I think way toooooooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;about everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not in a way I would consider over thinking, but more like I want to be sure I had the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, as some cruel joke, I also lack brain mouth coordination ......................  I prefer to not label this disease a disability, but instead think of it more as "practice", or raising my odds.&lt;br /&gt;Like, if in one day I said 20 ridiculous things, maybe only half of them turned out to be actually funny or what ever .... where if I had control over this - I may have just said 10 things  but only 5 worked....  Understand???&lt;br /&gt;any how ....  I'm sure you'll see what I mean eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second thing about me is I can always find a song or movie that relates to anything I'm trying to express... so in reference to my above statement, I think I will add some lyrics from " One Week" by "Bare naked ladies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve, I have a history of losing my shirt....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Third thing - today anyway - is I have to go to work now ......&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sometimes very abrupt.................especially when there is something I know I have to do, possibly to the point of appearing rude... even when I'm not trying to be ........... later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); 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/5212026807576017648-1338766706461243292?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/1338766706461243292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=1338766706461243292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/1338766706461243292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/1338766706461243292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-2728616713710791543</id><published>2007-06-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:59:57.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of what I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed when people start a blog,&lt;br /&gt;they seem to be obligated to make some welcome speech connecting their presence to the universe or something.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's like a birth announcement?&lt;br /&gt;Which makes my blog a Gemini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  sign of the communicator, intellect, child, and duel personality .............&lt;br /&gt;we will see I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But what to say????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;...... hello!&lt;br /&gt;here I am, a star.&lt;br /&gt;not to be confused with the kind on TV and such,&lt;br /&gt;just one in a million floating around out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;undiscovered&lt;/span&gt; yet, but I'm sure eventually some one will see me ....&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new is also the end of what was.&lt;br /&gt;a little sad,&lt;br /&gt;in a way, scary too.&lt;br /&gt;No looking back now....................&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun always rises, I think thats the one hope you can always count on to come through in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-2728616713710791543?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2728616713710791543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=2728616713710791543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2728616713710791543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/2728616713710791543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-this-is-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212026807576017648.post-4128325725539792826</id><published>2007-06-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:48:58.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/diogenes/"&gt;Quotes from Diogenes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212026807576017648-4128325725539792826?l=theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/4128325725539792826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212026807576017648&amp;postID=4128325725539792826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/4128325725539792826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212026807576017648/posts/default/4128325725539792826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldsonlycynicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotes-from-diogenes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queen of Fiddlesticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14094847114973872016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
