<?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-4335260203701570616</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:48:03.011-05:00</updated><category term='flying train dream'/><category term='Mein Kampf'/><category term='fulfillment.'/><category term='Kimo'/><category term='econo lodge'/><category term='death'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='pimp'/><category term='intuition'/><category term='police'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='Mihály Csíkszentmihályi'/><category term='neural'/><category term='fluoride deception'/><category term='morrisburg'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='vulnerable'/><category term='Flow'/><category term='reframe'/><category term='loa'/><category term='nanoparticles'/><category term='body language'/><category term='hooker'/><category term='cornwall'/><category term='eye patterns'/><category term='subconscious'/><category term='NLP'/><category term='The Game'/><category term='Neuro Linguistic Programming'/><category term='Neuro semantics'/><category term='Adolf Hitler'/><category term='grinder'/><category term='PUA'/><category term='myelin'/><category term='communication'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='dog'/><category term='hypnotic suggestion'/><category term='life'/><category term='concentration'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='neuro'/><category term='challenged'/><category term='magnetic'/><category term='agent of change'/><category term='trick'/><category term='Pick up artist'/><category term='Pendulum'/><category term='Ford Probe KLZE'/><category term='fluoride'/><category term='Neil Strauss'/><category term='frame'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='burger king'/><title type='text'>Invoked</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2216377781371095105</id><published>2011-04-25T23:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:20:20.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The View</title><content type='html'>Learning human behavior... reading body language... nearly predicting what someone will do next... these are the things I've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. However I've been getting better at predicting peoples behavior and knowing what to expect. While doing this, knowing how to navigate people to a certain extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit probing people in a way to get information to test certain theories about people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view so far is that i'm still learning... However, in all of this, i'm learning how to control my emotions. How to be able to stop myself from getting overly angry or getting emotionally interested in situations. I've come to realize how people either subconsciously or consciously use other peoples emotions to their advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to notice this first with my cousin Corey and my ex. At first I was convinced by her that he wasn't stable and had emotional issues. This had moved to being potentially bipolar and then to other potential mental problems. After studying the situation closely, I realized that what it seems to boil down to is his simple map of the world that's still growing. He's currently in a position where people in his environment accept his attitude as being "agressive". Because they know this, they will react to his actions more easily. To this he can evoke an emotion from people by reacting and essentially fueling his fire. Because of his environment, he knows how to read people quickly. He's had no choice given his upbringing. Because of this, he was able to "relate" to my ex on the sole basis that he and her can read people given their upbringing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this is that while she's trying to get him help for how he is... He's simply a product of his environment. He knows how to manipulate people to his advantage. The prime example is how he understand how to use my ex and manipulate her&lt;br /&gt;into doing what he wants. she's getting him help and showing certain emotions that he can read and use to his advantage. He knows that he can get away with being overly angry because she'll cave emotionally. So, while she thinks she's helping him to get better, he's simply playing her as he would any situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that one can start to notice patterns in people, and when they can and cannot change. When they are ready for a change, or when they are simply faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are extremely dangerous when one doesn't know how to control them or how they can be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... now to eventually re-read my post and see if it made any sense... I was lost in other thoughts for a moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2216377781371095105?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2216377781371095105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2216377781371095105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2216377781371095105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2216377781371095105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2011/04/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3539542985363438689</id><published>2010-12-08T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:01:58.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months...</title><content type='html'>It's been 6 months since my last post... yikes what's new... LOTS... I've grown in the photography industry... upped my skills... also upped my skills on reading people. I can now safely pull a derren brown on peeps and practically read their minds.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on reading micro expressions to up those skills too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday passed on November 1st... It marked a 1 year anniversary since the breakup with my ex and the clusterfu#k that ensued... My life CHANGED on that day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that your ex wants to date your 18 year old cousin, isn't something one takes lightly... being a scorpio, I did not... I successfully channeled all my anger into making their life hell. Do I feel bad? Is it bad if I say no? I was mad and didn't know what do to... in retrospect now... I would have left sooner and been a lot stronger about it. We all grow at different speeds though, so alas, I grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation allowed me to grow a billion times over though... I went into a different phase in my life... jumping out of the relationship made me feel like I could no longer trust people or their true intentions. I read books on body language so I could read people versus listening to their useless words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the books helped... BIG time on numerous occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm both happy and sad for my experience, although out of it I learned a lot. I'm still afraid of pretty much........ nothing. Aside from heights and spiders, not even people scare me anymore. For that I can be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life to the fullest, take in each breathe deeply and do everything intensely. Life will be much more rewarding! My last year proves this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas at Stephanes... spending time with the girlfriend... more growing, more learning. 2011 is going to be an exceptional year, trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3539542985363438689?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3539542985363438689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3539542985363438689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3539542985363438689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3539542985363438689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/12/6-months.html' title='6 Months...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3755757841470253000</id><published>2010-08-26T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:19:47.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b79313433491b9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3755757841470253000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3755757841470253000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3755757841470253000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/08/test-video.html' title='Test Video'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5835186996395328527</id><published>2010-07-16T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:06:27.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pendulum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loa'/><title type='text'>Our world our pendulum</title><content type='html'>If you hold a string and at the end of the string is a weight, you have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pendulum"&gt;pendulum&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold it out in front of you and ask it to move left and right, WITHOUT moving your hand... just simply thinking about the movement, then you'll see if WILL start to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Micro movements in your body... every single fiber in you is willing this pendulum to move, without you actually moving your wrist. Yet without visual movement of your wrist, the pendulum still swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets apply this to everyday life.... If you WANT something... ie: TRULY want something, then you NEED to really think about that "thing" (man, woman, object, destination, etc...) Every inch of you needs to be guided in the direction of the item that you want. Only THEN will you really get what you want with ease. Every fiber in your body will be actively helping you towards your goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as in the swinging pendulum, we tell ourselves what we want and what we don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you want? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5835186996395328527?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5835186996395328527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5835186996395328527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5835186996395328527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5835186996395328527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-world-our-pendulum.html' title='Our world our pendulum'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2535007009300191917</id><published>2010-06-28T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:31:16.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of positivity</title><content type='html'>This last month has been unheard of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using the Laws of attraction, positivity and clear decision making, I have been achieving everything I've set out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start a wedding photography company by August/September. I did not know how this would happen, however this is what I wanted. This last Friday I receive a call from someone who wants to start a wedding photography company and would like me to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed more money, and a job fell into my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, everything I ask for, is coming my way via what I feel are my life changes. I have been remaining only positive and literally helping as many people as I can along my path. With each new connection made, comes more opportunity for advancement. With each advancement comes more internal confidence and yet more ideas for creativity which are slowly being turned into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been nothing short of incredible for me. I'm looking forward to the next months with a wicked passion that's keeping me so very interested in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2535007009300191917?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2535007009300191917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2535007009300191917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2535007009300191917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2535007009300191917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/06/power-of-positivity.html' title='Power of positivity'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-593066516327573749</id><published>2010-05-10T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:43:29.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reframe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NLP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye patterns'/><title type='text'>reframe</title><content type='html'>Amazing... I'm starting to see it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In NLP there's a term called Frame... which could be compared to wearing a pair of glasses. When we're feeling sad/depressed... we're looking through a dark set of glasses. To feel better we need to be able to acknowledge our feelings and be able to compartmentalize our thoughts. By doing so, we can then take off those glasses and put on a new pair (reframing)... From there, we can see clearly what our new objective might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that SAME token, I've also realized how our reality is TRULY what we make of it. If we choose to follow a certain path then everything will simply work with us... If we go down a new street and undertake a new adventure, then what we want and look for will come with us. We're not forced to follow a certain path as we think we are. Note that I'm having a hard time putting this into words as it's completely new for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some KEY KEY items I realized recently that make this growth possible. &lt;br /&gt;1) Smile&lt;br /&gt;2) Entertaining (have jokes and good stuff to talk about)&lt;br /&gt;3) Confident (even if only on the outside) Compartmentalize your lack of confidence and become an actor acting the confident part if need be&lt;br /&gt;4) Read people efficiently. This involves body language, eye patterns, words. &lt;br /&gt;5) Create rapport/trust by talking to them about what they like and relate it to your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all this.. IMAGE is EVERYTHING. I hate to say it... but it's true... By image, I mean the whole package (depending on the environment you're in....) A smile and happy approach to someone new will create an instant conversation and on that same token will prevent you from easily closing up, becoming shy and not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does involve a direct caveman approach to life.. You truly have to go after what you want. If someone wants to stop you or raise a flag... let them... in the meantime... you go after what you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-593066516327573749?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/593066516327573749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=593066516327573749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/593066516327573749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/593066516327573749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/05/reframe.html' title='reframe'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6125399132805321291</id><published>2010-04-08T02:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:37:56.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow - On Positive people</title><content type='html'>On page 10 of this book, it speaks about how some people lead vigorous lives. They somehow take everything as a challenge. They keep learning until the day they die. They have strong ties and commitments to other people and to the environment they live in. They enjoy whatever they do and are never bored. Perhaps their greatest strength is that they are in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;control of their lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see later in this book how this is achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 16 of this book speaks about how to overcome anxieties and depressions in our current life, we as individuals must become independent of our social environment. We are no longer affected by its rewards and punishments. Enjoyment should be found in any situation you're placed in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6125399132805321291?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6125399132805321291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6125399132805321291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6125399132805321291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6125399132805321291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/04/flow-on-positive-people.html' title='Flow - On Positive people'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5427393284977174516</id><published>2010-04-05T23:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:52:28.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old lyrics!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I wrote this in 2004... It was a period when I was starting to write rhymes and trying to figure out my style. I would write all the time just to write... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranormal, I'm a ghost when i write shit.&lt;br /&gt;I dress formal, on the coast with clothes that tight fit.&lt;br /&gt;I hit you with these rhymes like a one two punch,&lt;br /&gt;like Mike tyson on fight night, where your ears is my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your mind thoughts and apparitions,&lt;br /&gt;you make bad decisions just like bad physicians&lt;br /&gt;who make bad incisions for circumcisions.&lt;br /&gt;Now go and blame me cause you had stabbin' visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly I was having a difficult time in my life in December 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of confusion, I'm like a paper weight straight&lt;br /&gt;laid me down to sleep, I'm neither asleep nor awake.&lt;br /&gt;elaborate methods have made me put myself to test, because&lt;br /&gt;my wifey doesn't share feeling for me's got me depressed. what does,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life mean, it's like a buzz my heads spinning in butter!&lt;br /&gt;My brain jerks, my life dull, I'd throw myself inta the gutter&lt;br /&gt;start ta stutter, hide me in the clutter my brains in. What are&lt;br /&gt;the symptoms of a grown man goin insane playin with some cutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5427393284977174516?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5427393284977174516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5427393284977174516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5427393284977174516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5427393284977174516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-lyrics.html' title='Old lyrics!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6806784848896590997</id><published>2010-04-05T23:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:45:15.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Flow</title><content type='html'>I finished the book on The Game. I'm now reading Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. So far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow has been written about in tons of books explaining how to get rich, powerful, loved or slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the book I'm reading explains more on how to just be happy and to use "flow" in it's entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would really satisfy someone is feeling good about their lives, and not just in ONE particular area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I will be posting snippets from the book On this blog. Ideally, these will be parts that will make you sit, think and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pg. 7&lt;br /&gt;"Only if we understand the way subjective states are shaped can we master them. Everything we experience - joy or pain, interest or boredom - is represented in the mind as information. If we are able to control this information, we can decide what our lives will be like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paraphrase the next line: The optimal state of inner experience is about order in conscious. Thus you have realistic goals, and skills that match opportunities for action. By focusing on a goal, you tend to forget everything else around you. As well, you'll notice that those periods where you had to overcome a challenge were probably the most enjoyable times of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6806784848896590997?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6806784848896590997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6806784848896590997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6806784848896590997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6806784848896590997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/04/flow-satisfaction.html' title='Flow'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2674015465113851243</id><published>2010-04-05T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:49:10.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Rocks versus Gold</title><content type='html'>The Game - Page 325&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pattern the pickup artists have called rocks versus gold. It's a speech a man gives a woman he's dating when she stops having sex with him. He tells her that women in a relationship want rocks(or diamonds) while men seek gold. Rocks, for a woman, are wonderful nights out, romantic attention, and emotional connection. Gold for a man is sex. IF you give a woman only gold, or a man only rocks, neither will be satisfied. There must be an exchange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2674015465113851243?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2674015465113851243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2674015465113851243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2674015465113851243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2674015465113851243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/04/rocks-versus-gold.html' title='Rocks versus Gold'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-94113593512026091</id><published>2010-04-04T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:33:22.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Strauss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick up artist'/><title type='text'>The Game - Neil Strauss</title><content type='html'>OK OK... I put aside my other book for now and start BLAZING through this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely amazing... I love it. These guys have basically turned social behaviour and social interaction into a formula (in terms of talking to the opposite sex). No longer do you have to go out and just randomly talk to someone. You can use a formula to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to apply the most basic technique this weekend. I simply "negged", and nothing more.... A "Neg" is when you jokingly place your target (a female) down.... You tell her her eyes blink too much, or something else that's a negative PLAYFUL comment. This makes you look chill and you're not intimidated by her presence. It worked without fail, each and every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY am I reading this? Well, technically it goes along with every other book I've read so far. It just so happens that I'm also single, and figure these techniques could help me out as well. Although in general, I'm trying to eat up ANY and ALL information on social behaviour/social interactions to see where it can get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... it's back to learning about software and photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now to eat breakfast! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-94113593512026091?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/94113593512026091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=94113593512026091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/94113593512026091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/94113593512026091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/04/game-neil-strauss.html' title='The Game - Neil Strauss'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7249483496098980197</id><published>2010-03-17T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:28:29.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Relationships...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking about relationships and jealousy... both really do not go hand in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However how does one live with such constrictions? What I'm trying to say is for example your girlfriend has a guy friend. How do you not become jealous over wanting such a bond. Over time (in my mind) their bond could potentially grow to something bigger leading to a more dangerous emotional aspect. Emotions are a dangerous thing once unleashed. Typically (from what I've seen) uncontrollable until you reach the end of the emotional wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people stay in relationships for so long unless they've found that one person and need not share themselves with someone else in terms of emotions or....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7249483496098980197?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7249483496098980197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7249483496098980197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7249483496098980197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7249483496098980197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/03/relationships.html' title='Relationships...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7806314727648394515</id><published>2010-03-17T00:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:28:51.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent of change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NLP'/><title type='text'>NLP Agent of Change.</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from: NLP - Whispering in the Wind by John Grinder and Carmen Bostic St Clair.&lt;br /&gt;Page: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;client: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't express my feelings in front of my spouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NLP agent of change: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What would happen if you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Using Bateson's definition of pattern, we have a client and an NLP trained agent of change in a loop. We could place the slash mark immediately after the initial statement by the client containing the modal operator of possibility (can't) as the challenge that the agent of change will offer is fully predicable given the syntax of the client's statement. Equally valid would be the placement of the slash mark after the challenge by the agent of change. What occurs on the other side of this slash mark - the next set of responses by the client - is (at least partially) redundant or predictable? Change is underway.&lt;br /&gt;In the first case where the slash mark occurs immediately after the clients statement - the specific set of challenges available to the agent of change is determined by the algorithms presented in, for example, the meta model - that is, we are able to predict with better than chance probability what the verbal responses of the agent of change will be. If we position the slash mark after the challenge by the agent of change, we could say with confidence that what occurs subsequent to that challenge is an exploration of consequences that extend and enrich the mental map of the client leading then to increased choice in his or her experience.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt; In simpler terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we see only one path to our answer or we only see one sentence in our head. That being (to use the example above) "I can't express my feelings in front of my spouse" Typically you might have had a situation in the past where you had expressed yourself and received a bad reaction that's causing you to shut down now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent of change lets you challenge your subconscious by asking it specifically why it cannot express itself. By doing so, you're opening up a world of choices to the client. Once this happens, the client might see a plethora of new options to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7806314727648394515?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7806314727648394515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7806314727648394515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7806314727648394515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7806314727648394515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/03/nlp-agent-of-change.html' title='NLP Agent of Change.'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4759194513999015416</id><published>2010-03-09T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:35:39.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>So I have someone contacting me for a job offer in Amsterdam... I'm soo tempted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for a position as Senior developer. I'm positive I can do it, it's just to figure out if I want to make that jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sit and think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4759194513999015416?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4759194513999015416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4759194513999015416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4759194513999015416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4759194513999015416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/03/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8755472398117960917</id><published>2010-03-08T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:41:25.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EZ PEEZEE</title><content type='html'>thoughts become actions as soon there's light&lt;br /&gt;spare me the parts and please spare me the fight&lt;br /&gt;workin on the images and mental creation&lt;br /&gt;words flow up out me in pages and in pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wavering in the light, and darkness they collide&lt;br /&gt;hoping there's at least 1 emotion i can ride&lt;br /&gt;forget the body anger, and stories from the past&lt;br /&gt;releasing temper tantrums over music you can blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehashing through my thoughts, trying to find the pain&lt;br /&gt;tricky mind games have got me thinkin bout the 'same&lt;br /&gt;trust becomes a word, sticking to the game&lt;br /&gt;I'm lustin after ways, to keep my mind all sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8755472398117960917?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8755472398117960917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8755472398117960917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8755472398117960917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8755472398117960917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/03/ez-peezee.html' title='EZ PEEZEE'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-913619920470879706</id><published>2010-02-28T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:44:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying it all together...</title><content type='html'>The more I read, the more I'm trying to tie it all together. From "Flow", to NLP, to Positivity, to Quantum Touch, to Life Force Energy, to The Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to work on building a sort of positivity manual for the mind and body. Something that incorporates everything together so one can feel good and get everything they desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-913619920470879706?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/913619920470879706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=913619920470879706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/913619920470879706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/913619920470879706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/tying-it-all-together.html' title='Tying it all together...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8628158081261506075</id><published>2010-02-28T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:07:05.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuro semantics'/><title type='text'>Neuro-Semantics</title><content type='html'>Just read up on this quickly after being invited to an information session on NLP, neuro-semantics and hypnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuro-Semantics is essentially about becoming your best. It's about taking your best meanings, values, ethics, and making you the best most productive person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By bringing out your highest meanings, one can make sure you are giving it your all and being all you can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living passionately means living to the fullest. Granted we don't have to live to our fullest in every single thing we do, however it's about bringing out the best in you so what you want to do is being done passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Neuro-Semantics, one can see what meanings you are taking and see if they are hurting you more than they are helping you. Then, remapping these to more positive results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The term 'Neuro-Semantic'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semantics refers to all of the meanings you create as a meaning-maker. What are your meanings about yourself, others, life, your career, health, wealth, relationships, etc.? Are they significant and robust? Are they exciting and enlivening? What meanings are you seeking to actualize in life? What meanings have you actualized? How well do the meanings that you are living serve you? How ecological are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurology (neuro-) refers to your body, physiology, and states. It is in and through your neurology that you feel, experience, and perform your meanings. What do you perform? What semantic reactions do you experience emotionally and as your skills? Do they reflect your best ideas and meanings? Or is there a big gap between what you know and what you do? Neuro-Semantics focuses on closing the Knowing-Doing gap.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: http://www.neurosemantics.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8628158081261506075?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8628158081261506075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8628158081261506075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8628158081261506075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8628158081261506075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/neuro-semantics.html' title='Neuro-Semantics'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2306720628121561636</id><published>2010-02-28T03:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:16:11.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuit Blanche</title><content type='html'>So I went out with my photography group tonight. We took a ton of pictures of people and exhibits. We started with 6 people and kept dropping someone nearly every hour... By 1:00am we were 3 people. It ended around 2ish. It was a ton of fun as we walked around all of the underground walkways in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say tonight... Pretty simple night overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was great though as I had a brunch with friends at the friends place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2306720628121561636?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2306720628121561636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2306720628121561636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2306720628121561636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2306720628121561636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuit-blanche.html' title='Nuit Blanche'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4283196330826968439</id><published>2010-02-27T03:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:38:36.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I have the power to better all those around me. I've been considering a job as a motivational speaker recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My positivity is rubbing off on those around me. I'm elevating those around me to new levels by helping them discover themselves more and more. I wish I could get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few days I'm going to see if I can somehow tap into all my learned skills and possibly create some type of job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've helped my friend recently at her job. She's doubled her numbers within a week. Within 2 days of talking to her.... Grinder was right in watching out for the subconscious. The mind is a powerful when used the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping those around me realize their hidden potential be helping them discover who they are. Helping them realize that where they are at currently does not need to be where it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, time to sleep... Tomorrow i'm having brunch with 3 new female friends. I'm bringing croissants while they're making me pancakes and other random breakfast brunch foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4283196330826968439?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4283196330826968439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4283196330826968439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4283196330826968439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4283196330826968439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3761598134936731752</id><published>2010-02-25T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:47:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum Touch</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I'm starting to believe in it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3761598134936731752?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3761598134936731752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3761598134936731752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3761598134936731752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3761598134936731752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/quantum-touch.html' title='Quantum Touch'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8212360351402914698</id><published>2010-02-25T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:05:32.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New day</title><content type='html'>It won't stop snowing... considering I have TERRIBLE winter tires on my car..... Doesn't make me overly happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dollar store... I come back home with a bunch of chocolate bars and a garbage bin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to further change my life around... I'm going to start a workout soon as well as slowly changing my diet (But first... CHOCOLATE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above were completely random facts about me right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I currently feel? Pretty positive, pretty good. I'm meeting up with my mum in about an hour for supper... I'll see what she thinks when I tell her the book I'm about to read. Considering she was born in 1931... I'm curious if she'll be upset or happy or... I dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8212360351402914698?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8212360351402914698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8212360351402914698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8212360351402914698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8212360351402914698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-day.html' title='New day'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8935610461503778445</id><published>2010-02-24T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:49:13.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolf Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mein Kampf'/><title type='text'>Mein Kampf</title><content type='html'>So... I can't be bothered to read the twilight series because each book is like what... 700+ pages?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However here I am about to read Mein Kampf written by Adolf Hitler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you might ask? I heard it was a VERY interesting book and deals with many of the things I've been reading up on recently. I'm curious how he thought and what exactly the book says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my blog as I read this book....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8935610461503778445?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8935610461503778445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8935610461503778445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8935610461503778445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8935610461503778445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/mein-kampf.html' title='Mein Kampf'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1778350232661683293</id><published>2010-02-23T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:28:17.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrote this in July...</title><content type='html'>Thought it was pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain thinks hard trying to process&lt;br /&gt;but the words that you're saying it can't digest&lt;br /&gt;tears from my eyes like the rain from the sky&lt;br /&gt;as you turn and walk away, i slowly start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my words can't express the pain that's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;all i'm stuck doing is thinking about the start&lt;br /&gt;and work my way through till i slowly reach the end&lt;br /&gt;and wonder what wrong, if only time i could bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd pull the hours back and the months and the years&lt;br /&gt;and wipe the tears away, and push away the fears&lt;br /&gt;I never looked around and observed who I was&lt;br /&gt;never took the time to stop sit and pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like water wishing i could inhale&lt;br /&gt;slipping through my life, i'm reaching for the rail.&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold on, i'm slipping off the track&lt;br /&gt;i'm reaching for your arm, all i'm seeing is your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lamp post dim, the streets are wet&lt;br /&gt;no ones around, i swear my soul just left&lt;br /&gt;feeling all alone as I turn in my direction&lt;br /&gt;thinking to myself, is there something I could mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind as we put this in reverse&lt;br /&gt;rewind the scene back to the very first verse&lt;br /&gt;my finger to your lips before you start to speak&lt;br /&gt;wipe the tears away as you slowly start to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;push your hair aside and look deep in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;pull you in close cause this isn't goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the type of guy to give up with trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting you go while you're standing here crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting my foot down with you sharing how i feel&lt;br /&gt;to make sure you know that what you mean to me's unreal&lt;br /&gt;descisions in haste could leave a bitter taste&lt;br /&gt;our love is still strong, this is but a waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1778350232661683293?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2385197929742813107</id><published>2010-02-17T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:02:29.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NLP'/><title type='text'>Concrete programming of the linguistic kind.</title><content type='html'>Reading... It's amazing how much information we can process and how our brain works to link everything together to make sense of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with a book on reading people and body language. Why? Because I felt I couldn't trust my girlfriend. In all honesty, things she said to me versus what my gut was telling me, simply felt off. This was a long while back. This helped me a great deal in reading everyone in general. Each social encounter allowed me a new chance to read another persons body language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that out of the way, I decided I needed to learn how to effectively communicate with others, given I had no idea how to really speak with people. I mean I can EASILY walk into a room and get people to like me. However that's only the top layer with no concrete conversation on something important or personal. I started reading a book on NLP to discover how to listen to people and truly hear what they have to say. By effectively listening, I can speak back to the listener in a way that they would effectively understand what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, I started feeling better about myself. I started understanding people and not feeling as shy to talk to them. I started WANTING to talk to others to discover their world, and how they think. I met someone who told me to watch 2 videos: What the bleep do we know and The Secret. I watched both and it simply changed my mindset completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those videos made me rethink god. It made me rethink god in the sense that, could god simply mean energy? Energy is all around us. it flows in and out of us. We ARE energy as is everything... Could it mean then that if I focused well enough, that I could affect the person next to me by channeling my energy? Do we have any limits aside from our own mental barrier? Maybe focused properly, could we see other peoples energy? The possibilities.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't going to stop there though. I needed more information, so I started googling and came across 2 other books that I could read, and thus read those as well. These books helped me understand how to get what I want out of life. They helped me realize that (for example) simply looking at the positive in everything and NEVER focusing on the negative, that one can do and be anything they so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now at a point where I feel completely different about myself and about those around me. I know what I need to do to move forward and have already started planning my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how I was once a tad bit shy and unsure about what my next move would be, and how I could get to where I need to go. While now, I feel confident in myself and no longer think of HOW I will get to my goal, but just know that I WILL get to my end goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, that goal will be a mixture of Photography and Programming. However I WILL start a wedding photography company ideally by end of July or August. From there... New goals will surface. However as a wedding photographer, expect me to truly succeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2385197929742813107?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2385197929742813107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2385197929742813107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2385197929742813107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2385197929742813107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/concrete-programming-of-linguistic-kind.html' title='Concrete programming of the linguistic kind.'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1903264956857910654</id><published>2010-02-17T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:38:16.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>I love this song by T-Pain. For me, it's absolutely calming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can grow some wings&lt;br /&gt;And get up out of this situation&lt;br /&gt;I do it with no hesitation, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can know those things&lt;br /&gt;That everybody else knows&lt;br /&gt;It's my decision, don't need permission to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Fly away (way), fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;I go through this everyday &lt;br /&gt;So why fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;I can fly away (way), fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;No one listen to what I say&lt;br /&gt;So why fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me (told me), today was my day (day)&lt;br /&gt;They see me on the big screen and they see me on the stage&lt;br /&gt;And it must be true, 'Cause, here I am, here I am baby&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;Fly away (way), fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;And I go through this everyday &lt;br /&gt;So why fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;I can fly away (way), fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through this everyday &lt;br /&gt;So why fly away (way)&lt;br /&gt;And I go through this everyday &lt;br /&gt;So why fly away, fly away yeah&lt;br /&gt;Fly way yeah&lt;br /&gt;No one listen to what I say&lt;br /&gt;So why fly away (way) [Repeat] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play it frequently... I play it loud... I play it with the bass up high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1903264956857910654?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/1903264956857910654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=1903264956857910654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1903264956857910654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1903264956857910654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5199514895623794761</id><published>2010-02-08T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:52:18.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Law of Attraction!!</title><content type='html'>This will be a quick post... however I've been CONSTANTLY growing lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier than ever before. I've been making more friends than ever before and learning about the law of attraction vs NLP vs how to live a powerfully positive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To being, I wish people would read The Secret, watch What the bleep do we know, and NLP for dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there.. FEEL the positivity and good shall come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update this more soon... it's been forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote I found from a website:&lt;br /&gt;Be easy about it. Don't rush into things. Savor them more. Make more plans and be more deliberate and specific about the plans that you are making, and in all that you do, let your dominant intent be to find that which pleasures you as you imagine it. Let your desire for pleasure, your desire for feeling good, be your only guiding light. As you seek those thoughts that feel good, you will always be in vibrational harmony with the Energy that is your Source. And under those conditions, only good can come to you, and only good can come from you. &lt;br /&gt;--- Abraham (http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/index.php?i=0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5199514895623794761?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5199514895623794761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5199514895623794761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5199514895623794761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5199514895623794761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-law-of-attraction.html' title='Life&apos;s Law of Attraction!!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8263760632600565465</id><published>2009-11-29T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:10:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected!</title><content type='html'>Last month my life turned... In a direction I was never expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew a billion times over in 1 day. &lt;br /&gt;I lost a girlfriend I cared passionately for, and I also lost my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few weeks I felt like nothing... I couldn't care less what happened to me as I had literally nothing left. I realized I had family... But when you're used to a certain way of living, and suddenly you sit at home with 1500$ literally left to your name... It hits you.... I've never been suicidal as I enjoy life WAY too much, however I didn't really care much for anything. I became numb... I felt no pleasure, some pain, but overall, I felt nothing. I realized that overall it was a good thing to have lost my job and be single at exactly that time.... Just one doesn't expect that to happen..... even if I was thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss my job? NO. It was fun while I was there, but now I'm curious about another profession. Given I literally have nothing to lose, now is the time to look into it and see what I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally fearless. To quote a song by Matthew good, an artist my ex really likes, and what she once wrote in a card for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything that I need to say&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't been said before&lt;br /&gt;I have been polite for too long&lt;br /&gt;why should I be anymore&lt;br /&gt;better now than never, better loud than clever&lt;br /&gt;better just to play the fool&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this&lt;br /&gt;when you just close your eyes and kiss&lt;br /&gt;cause everything after this&lt;br /&gt;is just bullshit and being cruel&lt;br /&gt;so hold me up, I'm going out&lt;br /&gt;and don't wait up, I won't be coming home "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid anymore of what people think, or what people say. I understand everyone now to a degree I couldn't understand before. I was too shy, too complacent... Too timid... My last relationship has made me fear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter begins once i'm back in montreal. I feel ready, I feel alive, I feel fearless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8263760632600565465?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8263760632600565465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8263760632600565465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8263760632600565465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8263760632600565465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-778750578133824004</id><published>2009-11-28T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:00:00.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life / Career</title><content type='html'>Are you doing what you want in life to avoid pain, or to pursue pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge difference... Think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-778750578133824004?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/778750578133824004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=778750578133824004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/778750578133824004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/778750578133824004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-life-career.html' title='Your life / Career'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-562631980086625114</id><published>2009-10-14T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:30:48.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marijuana hurts some, helps others...</title><content type='html'>Research shows the it can kill or rescue neurons. Children seem to be at risk while adults might benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summerize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though when our neurons are still developing, the endocannabinoids actually damage the neurons. Researchers are still not sure why this is. However, once the neurons have developed, it begins to assit in the survivial of aging neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THC seems to suppress the toxic effects of the so-called a-beta protein that may kill neurons in Alzheimers disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are trying to extract the exact part from the THC to further analyze it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-562631980086625114?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/562631980086625114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=562631980086625114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/562631980086625114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/562631980086625114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/10/marijuana-hurts-some-helps-others.html' title='Marijuana hurts some, helps others...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6272049607082633500</id><published>2009-10-14T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:11:55.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile! It affects you!!</title><content type='html'>Studies are showing that simply making a happy face can influence your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment right now to picture yourself smiling. Now smile and you'll immediately start feeling happier in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though it's not all based on emotions, but a certain part is based the physical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who were forced to frown and complete this word: gr_ss were more tempted to right "gross"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people who were forced to smile, became happier and when approached with gr_ss, were more proned to write "grass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6272049607082633500?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6272049607082633500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6272049607082633500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6272049607082633500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6272049607082633500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-it-affects-you.html' title='Smile! It affects you!!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3580955958170012958</id><published>2009-10-14T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:03:44.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Said That?</title><content type='html'>Specialized neurons sort out overlapping sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;research into a cat's midbrain has found that the cells that sense a sounds direction of origin respond the most to the first 50 milliseconds of a sound wave, then they taper off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neurons actively ignore the after sounds and help us better detect where a sound is originating from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3580955958170012958?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3580955958170012958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3580955958170012958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3580955958170012958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3580955958170012958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-said-that.html' title='Who Said That?'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6165238401685890679</id><published>2009-09-10T10:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:42:19.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuro Linguistic Programming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NLP'/><title type='text'>NLP</title><content type='html'>Neuro Linguistic Programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found love... hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much NLP can really push you forward in your thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been one to observer my surroundings and want to be better than the average person at everything. It's another thing to discover the power of NLP and it's use in everyday life situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize the importance of &lt;strong&gt;proper&lt;/strong&gt; communication. How you say something might have a different impact on any person you might be talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, we all use different techniques to communicate. It's being able to figure out how that person chooses to communicate AND being able to adapt to it, that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NLP teaches you different methods to do this effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest bonus out of all of this, is the amount of confidence it brings with it. You learn how to properly ask for what you want, or understand what the other person might want. You begin to feel less limited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update this blog with more info as I read more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a group recently that does NLP in toronto.... Just need to attend at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, I will eventually update this blog with another book I'm reading on how to properly sell an idea to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... All this in preperation for my move to a photography career where I will need to sell myself properly and effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to make sure you have the building blocks in place so that you have a proper framework to build off of. Only then can you climb the mountain without worrying that your base might not be strong enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also feels like I've managed to remove any ounce of shyness that I once had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6165238401685890679?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6165238401685890679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6165238401685890679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6165238401685890679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6165238401685890679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/09/nlp.html' title='NLP'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5303935004166232953</id><published>2009-09-05T12:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:48:08.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... just WOW</title><content type='html'>I can't even comment on this... you just need to read the whole article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitsapsun.com/news/2009/sep/04/bremerton-men-accused-of-getting-naked-and-loud/?partner=RSS"&gt;http://www.kitsapsun.com/news/2009/sep/04/bremerton-men-accused-of-getting-naked-and-loud/?partner=RSS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5303935004166232953?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5303935004166232953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5303935004166232953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5303935004166232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5303935004166232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow... just WOW'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1804844668801097008</id><published>2009-08-09T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:42:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cab driver accepts "pay as you want as fare"</title><content type='html'>Interesting concept.... kewl idea... I think depending on where you're located this could be well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example in a rich area, this might be beneficial on small fares as clients might not have as much time to think how much the cab ride might have cost. Versus a poor area with clients who will be tighter on cash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the news article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2009/08/02/10345151-ap.html?cid=rssnewsweird%20news"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2009/08/02/10345151-ap.html?cid=rssnewsweird%20news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1804844668801097008?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/1804844668801097008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=1804844668801097008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1804844668801097008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1804844668801097008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/08/cab-driver-accepts-pay-as-you-want-as.html' title='cab driver accepts &quot;pay as you want as fare&quot;'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4382458738350908448</id><published>2009-08-07T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:28:34.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black plague (bubonic) strikes China</title><content type='html'>OK, now this is seriously something to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A variant of the black plague seems to be starting up in China, killing 3 people to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small town has been quarantined, however it's just a tad worrisome to know that this once ancient plague is resurfacing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=8250776&amp;page=1&amp;cid=yahoo_pitchlist"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=8250776&amp;page=1&amp;cid=yahoo_pitchlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4382458738350908448?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4382458738350908448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4382458738350908448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4382458738350908448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4382458738350908448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/08/black-plague-bubonic-strikes-china.html' title='Black plague (bubonic) strikes China'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5971593735580991659</id><published>2009-08-07T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:18:54.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada finds plane lost in 1942!</title><content type='html'>How cool! Canadian archeologists find a plane that went down in the saint lawrence river in 1942!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane looks like it's in good condition, so this should be pretty interesting once it's been dug up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090806/wl_canada_afp/canadaushistorywwiiarcheologyairplanecrash"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090806/wl_canada_afp/canadaushistorywwiiarcheologyairplanecrash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5971593735580991659?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5971593735580991659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5971593735580991659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5971593735580991659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5971593735580991659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/08/canada-finds-plane-lost-in-1942.html' title='Canada finds plane lost in 1942!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-420252798480094037</id><published>2009-08-04T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:16:27.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanoparticles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>New Device can help police determine "what you're on"</title><content type='html'>Using Magnetic nanoparticles, it can detect trace amounts of: cocaine, heroin, cannabis, amphetamine, and methamphetamine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The device contains ligands (ions or molcules, etc.. that attach to other specific elements) that attach themselves to any of the five elements above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of saliva is applied to the unit, the unit is then tested and returns what you "might be on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and the test takes less than 90 seconds to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/biomedicine/23111/"&gt;http://www.technologyreview.com/biomedicine/23111/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-420252798480094037?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/420252798480094037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=420252798480094037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/420252798480094037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/420252798480094037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-device-can-help-police-determine.html' title='New Device can help police determine &quot;what you&apos;re on&quot;'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6129565345686622244</id><published>2009-08-04T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:17:00.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neuro'/><title type='text'>You're smart because your neural wiring is coated!</title><content type='html'>There's new research suggesting that how your neural wiring is coated can play an important role in determining your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus supporting the idea that intelligence is partly inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The neural wires that transmit electrical messages from cell to cell in the brain are coated with a fatty layer called myelin. Much like the insulation on an electrical wire, myelin stops current from leaking out of the wire and boosts the speed with which messages travel through the brain--the higher quality the myelin, the faster the messages travel. These myelin-coated tracts make up the brain's white matter, while the bodies of neural cells are called grey matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/biomedicine/22333/?nlid=1884/"&gt;http://www.technologyreview.com/biomedicine/22333/?nlid=1884/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6129565345686622244?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6129565345686622244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6129565345686622244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6129565345686622244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6129565345686622244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-smart-because-your-neural-wiring.html' title='You&apos;re smart because your neural wiring is coated!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8729283462294264193</id><published>2009-07-31T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:19:20.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I observe, I listen. I do my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things to get back in order and slowly everything will fall back into place. Until then, frugality is my name. I realize, combined with my last name, sounds rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay yourself first, my sister told me recently. I realize this is true, however often difficult when living in the moment. I often forget the far future of retirement. Without money saved up, you will not lead a healthy lifestyle. My priorities have changed and so has my attitude towards everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more responsible lately. I'm thinking of what I need to do for me without being led or getting caught up in making others super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I have sleep apnea. Lets explore this topic for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep apnea essentially means out of breath.... When you sleep, your airway is blocked up by some sort of soft tissue in the rear of the throat. Untreated it can essentially make it harder for you to work as you'll be much more tired during the day. (Amongst other issues... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a very random poem of sorts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so nice outside, the weather grim&lt;br /&gt;tree branches out into a naked dance&lt;br /&gt;earth is fire when boiled in a can&lt;br /&gt;forever toiled to move forward glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes split into waters ruffled&lt;br /&gt;damaged by time yet clearly seeing&lt;br /&gt;seeing clearly since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;the light is green it's time to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8729283462294264193?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8729283462294264193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8729283462294264193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8729283462294264193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8729283462294264193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5321817091136052448</id><published>2009-07-16T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:54:18.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseer</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I don't speak up, it's because I'm thinking that you might catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My single biggest mistake it thinking that people understand. What I often find simple to understand, is sometimes way beyond the person next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of this that I now realize where I stand, and what I need to do. I realize now that I need to guide the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;My intensity in learning a subject, combined with my detail oriented mind, allows me to see every crack on the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Felt I had to blog something... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5321817091136052448?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5321817091136052448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5321817091136052448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5321817091136052448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5321817091136052448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/overseer.html' title='Overseer'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-660644899577440476</id><published>2009-07-13T00:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:18:08.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subconscious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypnotic suggestion'/><title type='text'>Programming the people</title><content type='html'>The most effective way to conquer a man is to capture his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control a man's mind and you control his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via: Hypnotic suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to suspend the thought process of the conscious mind and put yourself in a state of "day dreaming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the mind is most vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distract by placing focus on one of the 5 sense (sight, sound, touch, smell, taste), so that you can program the subconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of intuition comines from the subconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot arrive to a conclusion based on rational data that your conscious mind processes, then the latter takes over to make a descision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things you don't visually see, are the ones that will help you with your final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the subconscious mind incorrect information, and you'll still act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first principle of mental programming is distraction.&lt;br /&gt;The second, is reptition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power Of Music&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Plato and Aristotle believed that people could be controlled by music. It affects your body, your mind, and your emotions. Sound changes your whole body chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sounds you cannot hear can affect you. They can affect your internal organs, and cause headaches, nausea, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your entire body is sensitive to sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, much of todays popular rock music is built around heavy bass patterns that are louder than the melody. These loud low frequency vibrations and the driving beat affects the pituitary gland. This gland produces hormones that control the sexual responses of males and females. Essentially making the music "feel" good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetition: Research indicates that you will accept what you hear (subconscious) when you cannot clearly understand what's being said/sang. You subconscious cannot make out if it's true or false what's being said and thus registers everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using close-ups and long shots, you can help the viewer decide what's important and what's not, in any speach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closeup shot would convey what seems to be more important information than a panned out shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of hypnosis is the power of suggestion. Only the subconscious mind can be affected by this. You can go so far as to operate on someone without anesthesa by simply suggesting that they are under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple hypnotic technique:&lt;br /&gt;You can place a bright object in front of someone and start talking. The bright object can act as a distraction while the subconscious is quickly programmed.&lt;br /&gt;Note that what you wish to suggest, must be said rythmically, just as a hypnotist would speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To convince someone of facts, you must aim for a persons emotions and you must limit what you want to say to only a few points. finally repeat repeat repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done so, you need to read the book: 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mess with peoples heads... use newspeak (read 1984!)&lt;br /&gt;The "evil doers" is a prime example of newspeak designed to confuse the people into acceptance. when you've never heard the word before, your subconscious will more easily accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By giving people the illusion that they are in control, they are more willing to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: newcorp which owns fox, also owns myspace ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think: Historically, the government has been the servant of private wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: You will believe something as true if taught in a school because it's being presented by a believeable figure. However this doesn't necessarily mean it's truthfull information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marijuana: The Sufis, a mystical Islamic sect, continue to use marijuana in the traditional shamanist way to enter deeper leverls of mind in order to gain access to userful information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... more as I keep reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-660644899577440476?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/660644899577440476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=660644899577440476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/660644899577440476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/660644899577440476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/programming-people.html' title='Programming the people'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-402073553725818508</id><published>2009-07-12T18:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:33:06.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto versus Montreal... - Water Fluoridation</title><content type='html'>So Montreal doesn't really add fluoride to its water. However Toronto does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 71 of Keith - Mind Control, World Control - The Encyclopedia ofMind Control (1998) says that the reason fluoride was added to water to "reduce the resistance of the masses to domination and control and loss of liberty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find interesting about this particular line is that I see a big difference between montreal and toronto. I can't say it's ONLY because of the water, however I find it interesting that toronto does add fluoride to it's water and the people here are indeed different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different? People seem more complacant in Toronto. They seem to obey the rules, and are less resistant to change. While in Montreal everyone seems a bit more free spirited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong as I only have a small snapshot of Ontario as a whole. Though what I see right now, tells me that maybe there's something to explore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-402073553725818508?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/402073553725818508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=402073553725818508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/402073553725818508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/402073553725818508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/toronto-versus-montreal-water.html' title='Toronto versus Montreal... - Water Fluoridation'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3553416580170207986</id><published>2009-07-07T06:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:12:50.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Without Words</title><content type='html'>It was early and this just came to me. I had to write it...&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;years of being saved and protecting loved ones&lt;br /&gt;his turned to be protected, held, and hugged.&lt;br /&gt;from cage to crying to being brought home&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye he's no longer alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and neither are you, feeling protected is one&lt;br /&gt;now this weapon of choice equates to a gun&lt;br /&gt;Walk him through the park, your bound to hear a bark&lt;br /&gt;cause no ones getting close to his saviours heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pridefull and strong, he finally belongs&lt;br /&gt;worry from the family about his anger is gone&lt;br /&gt;nips at a kid or two, but who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;his dedication to your life, you're not holding a grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's more than a dog, he's truly one of us&lt;br /&gt;his attitude and character feel free to discuss&lt;br /&gt;been with you through it all, and truly understands&lt;br /&gt;that his role in this house is to act like the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that he's older he's needing a hand&lt;br /&gt;make him feel protected loved and grande&lt;br /&gt;but make no mistake cause he's still the man&lt;br /&gt;in his eyes is strength and respect he demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the roles have reversed and he needs you&lt;br /&gt;more than he thinks and more than you know&lt;br /&gt;your love for innocence means that you'll hold true&lt;br /&gt;and hold him when he's weak, it's the least you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes is strength and in yours is love.&lt;br /&gt;When these cross paths, it's when you rise above&lt;br /&gt;and the pride in his eyes is his internal disguise&lt;br /&gt;for the love for you that he kept protected inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so protect him now and stand by his side&lt;br /&gt;and forget all else from the world outside&lt;br /&gt;nothing really matters but this innocent life&lt;br /&gt;Kimo is the man who's touched many lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3553416580170207986?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3553416580170207986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3553416580170207986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3553416580170207986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3553416580170207986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/without-words.html' title='Without Words'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8500435338461705329</id><published>2009-07-06T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:14:31.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Innnocent - K.</title><content type='html'>So difficult it is to let go of a loved one. Especially when there's so much innocence in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember the best times we've ever had with them. We remember the long walks. We remember the times where we've simply spent time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember saving the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;We remember holding them and telling ourselves that we we'll protect them no matter what happens. When little do we know that even if they can't speak to us, that they will protect us without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be by our side in our moments of sadness. They will remain silent, and sit by you as you look into their eyes and wish they understood how you feel. Don't be fooled however, as they know full well how you feel. This is when they are the most loyal, next to you, and become YOUR rock in your difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become a symbol of strength and protection when none existed. They accepted the role without even a blink.(sometimes trying to take out little people that might be in their way :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will forever remain family. They will remain in our hearts and memories forever. We will never forget them, and that is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know you've saved them and for that, they will be forever thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8500435338461705329?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8500435338461705329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8500435338461705329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8500435338461705329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8500435338461705329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/innnocent-k.html' title='Innnocent - K.'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3948004306859246464</id><published>2009-07-06T11:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:01:29.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name. Some news</title><content type='html'>The price of financial laziness might be higher than you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2009/06/19/cost-of-laziness-entrepreneurs-finance-laziness.html"&gt;http://www.forbes.com/2009/06/19/cost-of-laziness-entrepreneurs-finance-laziness.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoning out... is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5299958/zoning-out-is-a-crucial-mental-state-studies-say"&gt;http://lifehacker.com/5299958/zoning-out-is-a-crucial-mental-state-studies-say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet to be screened: &lt;a href="http://www.spacewar.com/reports/US_government_Internet_traffic_to_be_screened_report_999.html"&gt;http://www.spacewar.com/reports/US_government_Internet_traffic_to_be_screened_report_999.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black holes might be more massive than imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacedaily.com/reports/Black_hole_more_massive_than_imagined_study_999.html"&gt;http://www.spacedaily.com/reports/Black_hole_more_massive_than_imagined_study_999.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridges built from recycled plastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacemart.com/reports/Bridges_built_from_recycled_plastic_999.html"&gt;http://www.spacemart.com/reports/Bridges_built_from_recycled_plastic_999.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimes against humanity Bill will close the wonderfull US loophole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/newswire/2009/06/24-14"&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/newswire/2009/06/24-14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-8 million people without a job... Thanks to the recession - And it's not over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/07/03-2"&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/07/03-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3948004306859246464?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3948004306859246464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3948004306859246464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3948004306859246464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3948004306859246464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-some-news.html' title='The Name. Some news'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8463902206124734819</id><published>2009-06-20T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:44:22.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>With confidence, the world is your oyster. People look at you differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can even see it as acting exponentially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to photograph a strangers wedding this coming october. Without flinching I agreed to it. I decided it's time to just put my best foot forward. I have the skills, and there's only so many compliments I can take before I snap and either tell everyone they are delusional, or accept it nd move forward in my life. I accepted they're request to photography their wedding. I've not set a price on it yet, but i will make sure to get this wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already had a few back and forths between the bride and myself. In each and every message, I composed it with utter confidence. I did not quiver or back down saying I couldn't do a certain picture, or a certain style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was straight up and mentioned how i shoot, and what I'm best at. To my surprise, she came back asking for a final price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scorpio sign is said to be that of a leader. A sign most feared as they achieve whatever they want in life. A sign that will do better than others signs. A sign that overthinks and has immense intuition. A sign that might be cold faced, but has intense emotions hidden beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In their everyday behavior they give the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know them will recognize the watchfulness that is part of their character. They need great self-discipline, because they are able to recognize the qualities in themselves that make them different from other humans, and to know their utterly conventional natures can be used for great good, or great evil. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided i need to live with passion. I need to do what I need to do to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days of being lazy are pretty much behind me as I confidently take a step forward into the new world of risk and success, and I did this myself. I've already applied this to my work environment as I speak without hesitation. I no longer say "it might" or "this should.." I now say "it works like this." or "I don't know right now. I will find out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sign is known to not sugar coat and to be straight up. If it doesn't look good, I will say it. If i'm not happy, i'll say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I have finally applied confidence towards my photography hobby. To my surprise,the initial msgs went better than expected. I'm going to land this job. Although not the highest paying, I will prove my skills as a photographer and move forward. Performing weddings without having done formal training or having gone to school... HAH.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion and confidence can work together in harmony to bring you anything you want. With confidence, you can convince anyone of anything. With passion, you can achieve anything you're trying to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i have to say for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8463902206124734819?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8463902206124734819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8463902206124734819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8463902206124734819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8463902206124734819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/06/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4880023990557998942</id><published>2009-04-22T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:18:28.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><title type='text'>Caffeine OD</title><content type='html'>So... you wanna overdose on caffeine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need about 150mg/kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus:&lt;br /&gt;50kg needs 7.5 grams of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4880023990557998942?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4880023990557998942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4880023990557998942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4880023990557998942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4880023990557998942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/04/caffeine-od.html' title='Caffeine OD'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7238897547076125146</id><published>2009-04-17T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:25:29.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise experiment curiosity...</title><content type='html'>A train horn placed on top of many buildings within a certain area... each timed to go off for a minute at the same time... Causing an extremely loud noise throughout a certain area (ie: placed on top of 20 nearby buildings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must wonder what type of social instability this could cause... would people not care, panic, or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7238897547076125146?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7238897547076125146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7238897547076125146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7238897547076125146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7238897547076125146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/04/noise-experiment-curiosity.html' title='Noise experiment curiosity...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4067263346169054952</id><published>2009-04-03T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:18:55.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluoride deception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluoride'/><title type='text'>Fluoride - Deception?</title><content type='html'>I've been reading about fluoride lately and how bad it is for us. I'm VERY shocked that we haven't taken more proactive measures to truly cut off all fluoride from out water supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been known for decades that fluoride is damaging our insides and yet we still feel we need to add it to our water. Moreover, there's no hard evidence that fluoride is good for our teeth. I'll be adding more about this as I keep reading up on it, however if you do use anything with fluoride, please stop using it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4067263346169054952?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4067263346169054952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4067263346169054952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4067263346169054952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4067263346169054952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/04/fluoride-deception.html' title='Fluoride - Deception?'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-240638905680489849</id><published>2009-03-31T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:44:41.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia</title><content type='html'>As much as Cambodia is poverty stricken, I'd love to eventually go back. Angkor Wats was phenomenal! Such an interesting place to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambodia"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambodia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-240638905680489849?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/240638905680489849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=240638905680489849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/240638905680489849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/240638905680489849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/03/cambodia.html' title='Cambodia'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-382272839327787867</id><published>2009-03-30T07:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:32:02.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>up early</title><content type='html'>I think I might have been up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best to help my girlfriend study and pass her exams. It's been a crazy week.... but she's doing good and that's what counts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hapenned last night, but I had a ton of energy... I could barely sleep. When I did try to sleep... I had tons of thoughts rushing through my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not often this happens, but I find myself missing my friends lately. I haven't seen them in a while as i've been so caught up with work, and home. I guess i've had more time lately to think about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend email me a week ago asking how I was. It's the first time I actually had someone send me an email, if not just someone contacting ME in general... I've always been the person to have to make the first call, first email, first anything. Honestly it gets tiring as you essentially start to realize that it's most likely because you don't truly have something important to contribute, or just that you're not that interesting a person... The latter most likely being the case... I've always been different in that, talking about sports or the weather doesn't interest me as much as talking about physics, quantum mechanics, computers, cars, cameras, you get the point.... after a while you adjust... you figure... ok, I can accept this behaviour and understand that this is the type of person that I am. Ideally in due time I'll possibly find a friend who might be interested in how I am doing and contact me to discuss some intersting topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... i'm at work... as usual... need to keep working, keep making money. One day maybe i'll stop being lazy and make a couple million off my ideas... Although, that involves actually changing those from ideas to actions. A year off work would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PINxfouNQFw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PINxfouNQFw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough I also hate being pittied. The minute I realized I had to start doing things myself, I started doing that... I learned to cook by myself, I learned to live... I had to live by myself for a while... although my shortcomings: cleaning clothing, washing dishes... :-/ Things I wish my mom had forced me to do when I was a kid. I would have had a better understanding of time management had she forced me. Now, I need to be sure I don't slip at work, but also can't slip at home. I've had to pay everything myself, and I guess inside i'm very upset about that still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in itself means I need to be more serious about life... Everyone knows... me+serious=false...&lt;br /&gt;I was taught that life was too short and to not take things to seriously, and so i don't... and so that causes issues in my life because everyone thinks i don't care about anything, when i do. I do care, just I'm not the type to stress it because if i'm not dying from it or it can't hurt me, then it can be fixed and resolved. I've been to vietnam, cambodia, bangkok, etc... I've seen how shitty their lives are and so I'm greatfull for the things I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, ok now i must work... lol seems my brain had some random thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-382272839327787867?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/382272839327787867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=382272839327787867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/382272839327787867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/382272839327787867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/03/up-early.html' title='up early'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-939677185506987256</id><published>2009-03-18T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:31:54.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing changes quickly...</title><content type='html'>I grew up thinking we'd get the latest changes in life. We'd advance so quickly because computers were in our life and we all want to do our best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I came to realize that we're not really out to do our best... We're out to do......&lt;br /&gt;Time is not on our side and i'm sure it's been setup this way by people higher up who do not want us to push the envelope and throw things out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were able to find a cure for a disease while others were working to find that same cure but were contrained to a specific work environment. Basically you went off and had free reign.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, people go to work each day and make small advancements. We know that big advancements means you might put your colleague out of work because his position might no longer be required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People enjoy going to work in consistency. They enjoy knowing that everyday is the same except with those minor advancements... ie better benefits, or maybe a new tool to optimize your time just a little bit. However god forbid a radical new way of thinking that could optimize the whole system considerably. even execs and higher up's play this game to ensure they will continue to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy a 8gb ipod now, while next year a 16gb version comes out, followed by a 30gb version the following year... Why not push our advancement now and come out with a 60gb version right away? For one, in this situation, the drive inside is expensive, and drops in price as lower sizes start being sold in mass production, however the point is that, we do not push the envelope because people are complacant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with complacancy, however I too have become this way. Odd because I was one who was always trying to learn something new... I'm trying to revert back to my old ways of learning everything, however time is not always on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-939677185506987256?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/939677185506987256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=939677185506987256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/939677185506987256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/939677185506987256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-changes-quickly.html' title='Nothing changes quickly...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5923778373919470160</id><published>2009-01-21T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:07:43.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2...</title><content type='html'>...Of Basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts a bit... but it's getting better... I jog home from work to increase my endurance as I can tell I'm extremely out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more focused this year on what I want and what I need to do to get there, and because of that I see myself changing to be more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;Naughty By Nature plays in my ears again.&lt;br /&gt;I grow everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I take care of my goddaughter&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my time on earth&lt;br /&gt;I'm still curious about the inner workings of everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL figure out how "that" thing works.&lt;br /&gt;I will work harder than in my previous years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5923778373919470160?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5923778373919470160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5923778373919470160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5923778373919470160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5923778373919470160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1416168100753610056</id><published>2008-12-19T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:44:07.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief in God?</title><content type='html'>I get in to work this morning and read something about passive agressive and it made me think about something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mentioned something about not trusting others and not (in a sense) having someone to rely on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something popped in my head in that, I wonder if people believe strongly in God because he's there, regardless of the place that you are in in life. Rich or poor, happy or sad, grumpy, or perky... He's always there... He's not like a friend or a family member that you sometimes can tell things to, or worry to be judged on... He's just there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people who believe in God, (aside from those who have grown up believeing in him), believe in God because they need a single point of trust/contact because everyone else in their life has failed them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1416168100753610056?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/1416168100753610056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=1416168100753610056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1416168100753610056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1416168100753610056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/12/belief-in-god.html' title='Belief in God?'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7803395399433866298</id><published>2008-11-20T08:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:19:24.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADD'/><title type='text'>ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I look back at my life and wonder if I might have ADD to a moderate degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes need things to be extremely chalennging before I can complete those tasks and move to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does ADD truly exist? Or is society simply not moving fast enough to keep up with the newer generation? Is society setup in such a way that we move at a constant rhythm, because we've simply become lazy? Schools are not setup for those who want to quickly learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in secondary 3, (about mid year) we hadn't learned about resistors yet in one of my chemistry classes. We were asked to create a project mid year to show what we've learned so far.... I had 2 other guys on my team who were not so quick and were not sure what to do it on. They hadn't understood any of the material up to that point. I took over and told them I would create something and bring it in the next day. The next day I bring in a cardboard box that plugs into the wall. It lit up 5 LED's, each with a different resistance setting and thus each lit up with a varying degree of intensity. The last LED was on a variable resistor and so, had a volume control type of knob on it that let me control the light intensity. It was only 3 months later that we were supposed to learn about resistors... Even the teacher was confused as to how I had figured it all out in such a short period of time. No one knew, but I had been playing with LED's and resistors since I was roughly 10-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be learned in life because everything was created by a human. For a human to understand it, means another human should be able to understand it as well. As such, nothing is out of your reach. With a little effort you can conquer anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does ADD exist, or is society simply slowing down and not advancing quickly enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7803395399433866298?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7803395399433866298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7803395399433866298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7803395399433866298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7803395399433866298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/11/add.html' title='ADD'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5061439110345566582</id><published>2008-11-18T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:27:36.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A While back..</title><content type='html'>I wrote this a while back... I don't claim it will all make sense :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with paper plates we prepare new beats&lt;br /&gt;eating snacks in plastic bags and chewing with teeth&lt;br /&gt;sending snail mail to worlds unknown all over&lt;br /&gt;in that letter is a 4 leaf clover and moreover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know if after death we live our lives&lt;br /&gt;or die never come back and never revive.&lt;br /&gt;so lets strive to arrive alive and never deprive&lt;br /&gt;ourselves from wanting whats ours, just dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no fear cut the box and look whats inside&lt;br /&gt;set aside your pride and you won't be denied&lt;br /&gt;my tongue is itching to say more words worldwide&lt;br /&gt;when we waste words and hide we divide the sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so break the slate it's not too late to elaborate&lt;br /&gt;and debate with kate and create your fate.&lt;br /&gt;don't negate or wait because the hate is great&lt;br /&gt;take whats on your plate and state your weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5061439110345566582?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5061439110345566582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5061439110345566582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5061439110345566582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5061439110345566582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-back.html' title='A While back..'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4236223136509714213</id><published>2008-11-18T08:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:59:19.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realize more and more at how I seem to never be able to settle down... I can't be calm. I'm always chasing something in terms of learning/reading/or doing something positive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My negative is that I drank more than I should have in my early/mid twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel I know more than others. Maybe I do? Maybe I don't? I feel I am a quick learner however. That I will not have someone or something keep me down and that I can do better than anyone. I THINK that this mentality has always kept me pushing forward and got me out of the neighbourhood I grew up in. My constant inner passion to be and do better has been like a personal performance monitor that helps me to be my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time I felt that I needed to be the best at what I did before I could work in that domain. I thought people who were in power were perfect. Now I come to realize more and more how people are far from perfect and how one can push forward regardless of their knowledge level. It's more about the ability to learn the required material, or the knowledge of required material, that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people in positions of power and sometimes wonder how they attained that position? I wonder how people can go about living without wanting to know everything! I've always been such a curious kid and wondered and asked "why" to pretty much everything. My Brother Kevin has been such a STRONG influence in my life and answered so many of my "whys". He provided me with an electronics book. I learnt how resistors and capacitors worked. I took apart VCR's and looked at how it worked in detail. I took apart stereo systems and TV's. I watched my brother and family members dismantle cars and put them back together. I learned about history, about corruption of oil (oil war), about IBM and the world war, conspiracy theories, how solar panels work. How to write software, how to decompile software, how to write web pages, take proper pictures, the rule of thirds, composure, silence, proper posture, proper sitting, proper eating, proper cooking, proper organization. I watch people so that I can optimize their actions. If a person is always looking for a plate, I'll place plates in a way that they become easily accessible. I watch and read people all the time. People don't realize how their little movements mean so much. I also know how to dance, about rhythm, how to make music, how the 80's cartoons were MUCH better than current cartoons on TV. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not learn how to love someone properly however. My mom was too consumed with offering me love, that I looked everywhere else instead. I love my mom, although she's sometimes seems crazy. I know she must mean well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that I don't know how to love, although I did not know how to properly be in love and in a proper relationship. I thought it was ok to just "be together" and do "separate things". I realize that in my last relationships I don't think I really ever provided that for my SO's. I was in the relationship but never "committed" to it in a sense? I would be "happy" that the other person was around, but never really pushed forward towards any other goal. I did much of my own thing and never of a "we" thing. I think I figured I "had" the person, and then went off chasing another high... I would never go forward with the next "high" but enjoyed the feeling it had brought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a relationship now that has more of a path and more of a goal. I'm much more committed to it. I had a brief stint where I was like I was in my past, however that's now changed. I still believe in doing separate things, I guess now in a more balanced way. I still believe in just "being together" however, I also believe there should be more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I do miss a friend who now lives far away. I'm super glad he moved to Holland, however, we both had shared a passion for learning stuff and just talking technical about anything... Those conversations, were always fun, and will always be enjoyable. We used to talk about literally nothing, back in the day... At times just being on the phone, completely silent for extended periods of time while we were both programming... I know that we've helped each other get to where we are today and hopefully to some place better in the future. He helped motivate me to get to college and has always provided good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he's doing amazing. I'm in awe at how much he's done! Just yesterday he told me about how he and 3 other guys closed a deal at his work that will bring the company 1.5 million euros! Maybe he will get 1.5% of that money? He said he'd try, and i'm hoping he gets it. They developed this in like 2 months, while other solution providers could not come up with anything after 1 full year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday, i'm at work, i've written too much... lol I will followup with more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say that life is super interesting. Everything about it is interesting... and I have and have always had a passion to just do everything.... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4236223136509714213?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4236223136509714213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4236223136509714213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4236223136509714213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4236223136509714213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/11/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4840674142373167258</id><published>2008-11-07T14:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:40:27.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZp4F3oSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1Wg6kWGs1JE/s1600-h/_MG_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZeIihP_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lPRXvJuWopk/s400/_MG_0863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002607270346738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZYCWeUlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lj9-yWHnzEA/s1600-h/_MG_1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZYCWeUlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lj9-yWHnzEA/s400/_MG_1384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002502529995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZG0nvFfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BHK7gyO7ulE/s1600-h/_MG_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZG0nvFfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BHK7gyO7ulE/s400/_MG_0886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002206786524658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4840674142373167258?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4840674142373167258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4840674142373167258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4840674142373167258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4840674142373167258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoover.html' title='Hoover'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/SRSZp4F3oSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1Wg6kWGs1JE/s72-c/_MG_1231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1581901594119181345</id><published>2008-10-22T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:52:21.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Bars</title><content type='html'>I'm like a battery acid full of lead.&lt;br /&gt;Melodramatic. Face red, with a fake head.&lt;br /&gt;Stomping on the grounds you used to walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Reading books, staying true, and just talk strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth shakes, we pollute and just go.&lt;br /&gt;Do we care? Take a look! I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;These Hard times calls for drastic measures,&lt;br /&gt;and yet we've got the gaul to fake pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stomp you, and take all that you've got,&lt;br /&gt;and when I'm done, you'll see all that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;you'll start unconventional wars and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;the world will think you're bad when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waterboarding is not the same as surfboarding&lt;br /&gt;Look it up. So you know, I'm informing.&lt;br /&gt;a torture device suffice to immobilize and think twice&lt;br /&gt;you can't move, and so, you're stuck like a vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... more whenever it comes to me.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1581901594119181345?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/1581901594119181345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=1581901594119181345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1581901594119181345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1581901594119181345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-bars.html' title='4 Bars'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6738468162527421414</id><published>2008-10-21T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:15:27.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>I'm moving to Toronto... which comes at a perfect time because the increase in pay from the new job, means I can afford to pay off the HUGE ticket i'll probably get for having gone 160km in Ontario... Sometimes I can be a big idiot. Although, you live, you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GF is coming down this weekend. We're going to rent a uhaul, pack the remaining things, and head out to Toronto! This will be a LONG drive back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a fantastic couple weeks before heading to the new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more soon :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6738468162527421414?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6738468162527421414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6738468162527421414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6738468162527421414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6738468162527421414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3412798817352284462</id><published>2008-10-21T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:21:17.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm seeing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing something pretty interesting that I did not think could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing it and I'm kinda surprised that it's going to succeed. Prior to this or last year, we did not have many social networks. Each site was independent and carried it's own set of users. Each one fighting to have it's users generate it money somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a change wherein the sites are becoming more social, more open.... I feel it's geared more towards other means now. For example: lets say i bought a new itouch. I post on facebook that my itouch works great!!This post causes subconscious influence on the next person who might be looking to buy one and might be in my friend list. This person might be seeing this message from his google reader, or his/her iGoogle page. This person sees google targetted ads for the itouch, and causes more subconscious "want" for said item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking was once reserved for "real life" conversations and real life connections. We'd get together, you'd see my new itouch and we'd talk about it. You'd go home, talk to your parents or your other friends about the device.... You see where i'm heading with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet never had this type of capability. Everything was seperate and we relied on ads to convey this type of information. Now, we're publicizing all sorts of personal information, which in my mind, is geared towards getting people to buy more "stuff". Sure, we'll learn more about the world via twitter and everyones personal comments. Sure I'll find out that my friend "john" might have gone out last weekend and was completely wasted but had the best (insert drink name here). What's the real story behind all the online social networking? I hope you're starting to get the idea ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run! Sudennly I want (insert drink name here) because my friend john drank it and loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3412798817352284462?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3412798817352284462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3412798817352284462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3412798817352284462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3412798817352284462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/10/social-networking.html' title='Social Networking'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4459107129026496877</id><published>2008-10-12T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:09:31.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm no longer in Morrisburg or Cornwall... I ended up in Toronto, back home and went to work for the week. Today I'm at my gf's chilling in the basement, reflecting on the fact that I'm nearly identical to my mom and that scares the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being so annoyed by her when I was in highschool because she wanted to do everything for me and I never managed to grow as an individual. I fled the scene and moved into my own appartment where I started learning to do stuff on my own. But I never had the chance to reflect on myself and who I am and want to be as a person. Instead resorting to being passive and submissive like my mom. It's a pattern I need to change if I want to succeed in life. I need to find a proper balance the ensures i'm growing as an individual, and also ensures that i'm not pushing my loved one away. I'll redirect myself to something constructive and not self destructive. I need to return to how I was before, but on a more balanced level. It's the balancing that i've never been good at because of my past. However, hopefully I'll be able to do that now as I have a girlfriend who's so understanding and so supportive of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have more learning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to focus on trying to start an ecommerce business now. It's going to succeed and it's going to generate a lot of revenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating rice krispies right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what my favorite song of all time was until I heard it again last week. I used to play it every first day of high school to calm me down as I was always nervous first day. "Everythings gonna be Alright" by Naughty By Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some get a little and some get none&lt;br /&gt;Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done&lt;br /&gt;I was one who never had and always mad&lt;br /&gt;Never knew my dad, mother f*** the f@g&lt;br /&gt;Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up&lt;br /&gt;Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed&lt;br /&gt;My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out&lt;br /&gt;I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?&lt;br /&gt;They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent&lt;br /&gt;I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough&lt;br /&gt;I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut&lt;br /&gt;I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed&lt;br /&gt;I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip&lt;br /&gt;Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead&lt;br /&gt;I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did&lt;br /&gt;Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one&lt;br /&gt;Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one&lt;br /&gt;And always wanted to live like just a fat one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially it describe Treach's life in he ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;"Too many stick-ups, cause niggas had the trigga hic-ups" essentially just guys shootings guy for money without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile here I was,nervous about going to school... Yet in the midst of being nervous about going to school, I was growing up with little money myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I used to feel better hearing this song. Its not often a rap song has a lot of meaning and depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm no longer in my girlfriends basement, but instead at home... Time to get ready to head out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4459107129026496877?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4459107129026496877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4459107129026496877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4459107129026496877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4459107129026496877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/10/post.html' title='Post!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4202730989387209110</id><published>2008-10-03T09:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:11:38.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cornwall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morrisburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='econo lodge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trick'/><title type='text'>Of all places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was stuck in Morrisburg last night... in a Tim Hortons to be exact... I called a taxi to drive me to Cornwall so I could book a train ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver was exceptionally nice, telling me he hears all sorts of weird stories on his night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the train ticket and he dropped me off at an Econo Lodge in Cornwall. I dropped my stuff off, called my girlfriend and texted her mom to let her know of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with anger over the stupidity of the situation, but alas it was another fun adventure in my life. There's only so much that can be thrown at you, I guess I haven't reached the limit... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the 'lodge at around 11:30-ish, looking for a place to eat. I tried  KFC, nope closed, McDonalds, nope closed, Wendy's? Nope closed... Alas a beacon in the night flashed before me. It was a Burger freaking King. I walked across the main intersection to the Burger and placed my order. The manager was very friendly and almost resembled my brother Kevin , except older. I told him my story as he listenned intently. He retorted with such words as "that's shitty", and "wow, can you imagine". He kept talking to me however...... I sat down and he came by where I was sitting and was telling me about how he's been manager for the longest time and how he's only been in cornwall for 10 years. He used to be manager in Ottawa, where he had a blast. He used to out drinking pretty often and loved the nightlife. At around supper time, the Ottawa Burger King would get pretty full, unfortunately with prostitutes and pimps. He had to fix this situation if he wanted families to come into the store and dine at ease. He made rules. He told them all that they he to go upstairs and could not enter Burger King until after 7pm. They agreed. He mentionned that at one point a pimp was not happy with his 'trick' and hit her over the second floor ledge, where she fell and hit the table below. He described the situation as a half naked girl with legs wide open falling to the table below. The pimp walked downstairs, handed Tom $2,000 and left with the girl. Seemingly she was never THAT hurt... but yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom then left Ottawa as per a request from a friend Luke (who was a general manager of some sort) to manage the Cornwall store, which was falling apart. The employees didn't care, the customers were not coming back, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scoped the place a week before starting and at one point came up to an employee and said to him that if he continues to smoke up outside the store, when he's manager, he's the first to go. Sure enough, he was the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he see's it, it's very important that the employees care for there work or the customers will simply not come back. He said that as an example if the employee is cleaning a table and a customer walks in that you should greet the customer immediately and quickly finish you work and help the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentionned that courtesy and just being nice in general will help the business to a huge degree. He said word of mouth is a dangerous thing, and I tend to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to go out drinking that night, however I just couldn't do it. I was over tired, and already pretty stressed. He did mention that he would pass by after work and knock on my door to be sure I couldn't go out. I thought that was a bit weird, but whatever... He never knocked, or I simply slept through it, who knows for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting like this doesn't happen often in my life , so I thought this was my mini adventure and I should just accept it an keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Until that time, i'll be on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4202730989387209110?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4202730989387209110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4202730989387209110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4202730989387209110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4202730989387209110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-all-places.html' title='Of all places'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5110863955766671731</id><published>2008-09-30T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:28:14.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying train dream'/><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I had a dream that I was on a train recently..... that train decided to take off and started flying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So odd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5110863955766671731?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5110863955766671731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5110863955766671731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5110863955766671731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5110863955766671731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2232652240234171555</id><published>2008-09-28T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:28:43.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to GMS last week and was quoted nearly 800$ to replace my shocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out probetalk and found someone selling them in Toronto for 150$ for a set of 4!!! whereas GMS was selling them 279 for front and 279 for the back! excluding taxes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm just glad I found these! I don't have to waste more money unnecessarily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend picked up a iMac yesterday. Although I'm a pc person, I can easily admit that the Mac is a much prettier machine, and a more elegant OS. HOWEVER, I can also say that you can simply do more with a PC... The PC lets you customize more and simply gives you more options... including more viruses and popups... But anyhow :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say that based on my previous post on Flow, you can see how people will enjoy the mac experience better and how windows vista is slowly adding more animations, and visual elements to it's OS to include more of a Flow style. Mac does this and people simply eat it up because it's just so damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm happy that my girlfriend is happy with it. Her mom mentioned that if it keeps her doing her work, then it's worth the price. I agree mainly because it's actually pretty interesting to have a mac and a PC in the same home. It lets us keep abreast in both technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the library at York right now with my girlfriend and my cousin Candice. I'm studying up on Java and other technologies, while my girlfriend is off looking for books for her class with Candice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting in the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2008/09/28-4"&gt;Why are mothers still dying in childbirth?&lt;/a&gt; More than 500,000 women die per year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2008/09/28"&gt;Is the Era of American dominance over?&lt;/a&gt; Some say the global financial crisis is seeing the US fall from power! Read the interesting article for really great information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2008/09/28/6911601-cp.html"&gt;Race relations issue over military pants worn by MTL cops?&lt;/a&gt; Not much to say, read the article for more obvious info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2232652240234171555?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2232652240234171555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2232652240234171555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2232652240234171555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2232652240234171555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/shocked.html' title='Shocked!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6612938902824933220</id><published>2008-09-26T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:42:22.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The road is dark and I’m tired, however I cannot stop. At times, the moon, my only source of light as I ripped down the highway towards Toronto. My car, dark red, sleek and quick. The engine freshly rebuilt was revving at 4,000 rpms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had recently installed some new features on the engine to allow it to pickup speed quicker. A brand new supercharger as well as a large tank of NOS. I knew I would eventually need to use it, and sure enough now was the time. Behind me I see 2 sets of lights pulling up quick. We’ve all taken the time to watch in our rear view to identify the lights. I knew all too well that these were the brand new cop cars sent out in these types of situations. I had looked up the specs of these cars a few weeks ago and was taken a back. These beasts could leave a Ferrari in the dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was sure who they were, they were already 3 car lengths behind me. I hear a few gun shots as I downshift in hopes to escape them. I can't seem to pull away; they stay by my side and start shooting at the car. I turn off all my lights and flip on the night vision I recently installed. The shots stop and they try to pull in closer. I realize that I'm going to need to use all I’ve got to truly escape from these machines. I flip a switch above and to the right of me. It reveals a new panel with a few other buttons. I switch 2 of them on so the car can be a little lower to the ground. I flip the final two and hear the second supercharger flip on. A smile comes across my face as my eyes lookup to the rear-view mirror. I flip the final switch and watch oil spill behind me. Warmth comes over me as the gauge in front reads "READY". I floor the accelerator and watch as I accelerate from 160km to 260 in the blink of an eye. An intense rush comes over me as I evade and fly down the highway. The 2 cops cars slip and sliding, end up crashing into each other and disappear out of my site .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must escape, I must show them that I was framed. How will I do this? I have no idea, but we will find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6612938902824933220?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6612938902824933220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6612938902824933220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6612938902824933220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6612938902824933220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-continues.html' title='It continues'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4233914225881970501</id><published>2008-09-26T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:55:23.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>travel by metal wheels</title><content type='html'>I'm heading to toronto by train tonight... I'm super tired that I might take a coma when i get to my destination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4233914225881970501?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4233914225881970501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4233914225881970501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4233914225881970501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4233914225881970501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/travel-by-metal-wheels.html' title='travel by metal wheels'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-9014932638972188561</id><published>2008-09-26T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:17:47.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting.... ?</title><content type='html'>In the news lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad/tainted milk in china killing many&lt;br /&gt;- oh and it seems to be spreading...&lt;br /&gt;- Arctic ice is melting pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;- US and Pakistan seem to be at war with each other&lt;br /&gt;- North Korea wants to reopen nuclear facility&lt;br /&gt;- Georgian conflict still around...&lt;br /&gt;- Terrorists arrested on plane&lt;br /&gt;- 700bn bailout plan&lt;br /&gt;- Listeria in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it seems to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm getting a new engine... I guess that's positive? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-9014932638972188561?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/9014932638972188561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=9014932638972188561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/9014932638972188561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/9014932638972188561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/exciting.html' title='Exciting.... ?'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2814245673785912108</id><published>2008-09-25T13:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:06:49.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrinsic Motivation</title><content type='html'>When people participate in a hobby or activity without external incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie: I'm taking up photography because I want to learn more about it and to master it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one becoming intrinsically motivated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attribute their educational results to internal factors that they can control (e.g. the amount of effort they put in),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe they can be effective agents in reaching desired goals (i.e. the results are not determined by luck),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are interested in mastering a topic, rather than just rote-learning to achieve good grades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrinsic_motivation"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2814245673785912108?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2814245673785912108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2814245673785912108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2814245673785912108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2814245673785912108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/intrinsic-motivation.html' title='Intrinsic Motivation'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7089949737105356935</id><published>2008-09-25T10:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:56:26.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mihály Csíkszentmihályi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concentration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenged'/><title type='text'>Something I've noticed recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been reading and also noticing that flow is a vital component in our lives. In everything we do, we must have a flow. What am I talking about, you might be asking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around at your everyday actions and you'll noticing a recurring pattern. Nothing transitions in an abrupt manner; Lights do not go from green to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and every successful action usually involves a particular flow of some sort. For example look at apples UI interface, which uses flow to excite the users subconscious. Every action performed typically results in a fade or slide or zoom or collapse action. Each of these actions guides the users eyes or satisfy the users subconscious by showing them what is happenning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on UI right now at my company and i'm seeing something very important that needs to be implemented, and that's flow. Essentially, web pages should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; simply go from one page to the next, but instead smoothly transition to the next page. I'm not talking super fades or slide up effects... But subtle effects that excite the users subconscious and please the mind. Click a button can cause the button to slightly fade out slowly, while the page fades out in a smooth fashion and the new page fades in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is said in everyday actions and in general on how and why we work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in a state of flow, we lose track of time, we are fully immersed in what we are doing. This is why breaking the flow causes the brain to think of other things and to have a hard time getting "back into it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: You are playing a game that changes from one scene to the next. To keep the person in the game and fully interested, you will need to make sure the transition is as smooth as possible. I've seen this first hand, how a bad transition totally gets you out of your flow. I used to play Half-Life and would notice that during the transition scenes it would take several seconds to load the new scene. A "pause" would be presented on screen while it would load the next level. I went from fully immersed in the game, to thinking about other things I needed to do. Once the next level loaded, I saved my game, quit it and left to do other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you achieve flow in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;1) You have to enjoy what you are doing to it's fullest extent.&lt;br /&gt;2) You must feel challenged in a way that makes you feel positive.&lt;br /&gt;3) You must feel skilled for what you are doing /working on.&lt;br /&gt;4) You must concentrate on the "task" you are working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus strong enough and you will lose track of time, you will feel like you are in "the zone" in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where flow is important as once you reach this point, you can remain immersed and essentially feel a sense of happiness as you are working towards something positive that will ultimately reach an end goal that you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites are slowly implementing this by having a nice welcome screen that shows pretty products. You want to click it and see what they have to offer. Once inside, the flow has begun and the site can now tease you and make you feel challenged to get more information on the product. Once you've reached the end point, you can be convinced that the final goal is to purchase the item, and if focused enough, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The more you know... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flow_%28psychology%29"&gt;Wiki Focus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7089949737105356935?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7089949737105356935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7089949737105356935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7089949737105356935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7089949737105356935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-ive-noticed-recently.html' title='Something I&apos;ve noticed recently...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2750412682944882286</id><published>2008-09-25T07:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:47:14.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In lighter news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh4EPcOpSy8"&gt;Is this the best way to torment a telemarketer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2750412682944882286?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2750412682944882286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2750412682944882286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2750412682944882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2750412682944882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-lighter-news.html' title='In lighter news...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2937100392456801760</id><published>2008-09-24T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:00:33.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand soldiers don't want it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a thousand soldiers currently in the military decided against the war and started a group about it, would you be curious what they are all about? Would you be surprised at the number? Probably not, but it's interesting to read either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Iraq has slipped partially off the radar recently, but that hasn't stopped the Iraq Veterans Against the War(IVAW) from remaining strong in it's effort to bring troops home. They're spending their own money to be heard and take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2008/09/24-12"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2937100392456801760?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2937100392456801760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2937100392456801760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2937100392456801760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2937100392456801760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/thousand-soldiers-dont-want-it.html' title='A thousand soldiers don&apos;t want it'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5258002725444153282</id><published>2008-09-24T09:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:08:29.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ford Probe KLZE'/><title type='text'>Engines....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time has come... I want to keep my car... (1993 Ford Probe). I like my car oddly enough. ... Oddly enough I was never into the ford probe many years ago because I was more into HP/TQ. Now I'm more into handling. Not to say the ford probe doesn't have power. It has a decent amount for a car it's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this car now has 205,000 km's on it. It's in need of a water pump and a timing belt change. If I had my own place, then sure I would attempt this myself as a weekend job, but I don't. If I don't change it, the car will soon seize as the timing skips... if I don't, I run the risk of it happening to me at the most inopportune time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus comes the bigger picture. Changing and installation of both parts involves MAJOR work on the car because the parts are difficult to get to. One quote estimated the job at about 800$ without replacing the water pump. Thus, roughly 1k for a timing belt job with new water pump.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I never calculated the cost of changing seals because I'm burning oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new motor for this car is roughly 800$, and with installation comes to 1400$.  Thus for 4-500$ more, I could have a new engine with only roughly 80k on it. The engine would have 40 more hp at the wheels and would have newer parts. Ideally this would offset the cost of the maintenance required on the engine itself from other possible problems. Note that this also includes an alternator and other parts... A total that would make the difference of the 400-500 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, this Friday is when this car gets a new engine! I thought about it over and over and over again and I firmly believe it's the best choice. Combine that with 250$ a year insurance and pretty good gas mileage on a V6 engine, and I simply cannot think of a better option. Buying a new Yaris for example would still put me in debt for 15k, while this one time fee would be roughly 1500 over 3 years (expected duration of car's life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5258002725444153282?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5258002725444153282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5258002725444153282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5258002725444153282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5258002725444153282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/engines.html' title='Engines....'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6153877589333120198</id><published>2008-09-24T07:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:02:58.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke me, Poke 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was 10-ish (maybe younger?), my mom went to see the doctor. I patiently waited outside in the car. I eventually got out of the car and started walking around. For some reason I ended up finding a needle near the garbage. I'm assuming it probably fell out of one of the doctors garbage bags. Being the intelligent child that I was, I gently brought it inside to show my mom. Everyone was rather impressed that even at that age I did not do anything stupid with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly the same cannot be said about this story where a child in school finds a hypodermic needle and pokes herself with it. THEN she pokes 3 friends!?!?!? How, why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxaustin.com/myfox/pages/News/Detail?contentId=7496606&amp;amp;version=1&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;amp;pageId=3.2.1"&gt;http://www.myfoxaustin.com/myfox/pages/News/Detail?contentId=7496606&amp;amp;version=1&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;amp;pageId=3.2.1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6153877589333120198?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6153877589333120198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6153877589333120198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6153877589333120198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6153877589333120198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/poke-me-poke-3.html' title='Poke me, Poke 3'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4441835799001928793</id><published>2008-09-23T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:42:41.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warren Buffet invests 5Billion in Goldman Sachs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOW! Could you imagine a day when a SINGLE person donates 5 billion dollars to a large company? This is obviously one of the richest men in america, helping out an investment bank. It's just so hard to fathom, as it should obviously be the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2008/sep/24/wallstreet.goldmansachs"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2008/sep/24/wallstreet.goldmansachs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4441835799001928793?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4441835799001928793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4441835799001928793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4441835799001928793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4441835799001928793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/warren-buffet-invests-5billion-in.html' title='Warren Buffet invests 5Billion in Goldman Sachs'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-156181378387663229</id><published>2008-09-23T13:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:17:58.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They've Gun Missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't imagine how in this day and age we can lose weapons? Seemingly only 2.7% of 370,000 weapons made it "back". That's an incredible amount which has simply "vanished".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have software that tracks anything and everything... we have RIAA tracking down illegal MP3 downloads, yet we cannot track weapons. Simply put, i'm in complete shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2008/09/23-4"&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2008/09/23-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-156181378387663229?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/156181378387663229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=156181378387663229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/156181378387663229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/156181378387663229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyve-gun-missing.html' title='They&apos;ve Gun Missing...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8486592326879632163</id><published>2008-09-23T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:42:30.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has the Shock Doctrine returned? (Wall street)</title><content type='html'>Link: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2008/09/23-1"&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/view/2008/09/23-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8486592326879632163?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8486592326879632163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8486592326879632163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8486592326879632163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8486592326879632163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/has-shock-doctrine-returned-wall-street.html' title='Has the Shock Doctrine returned? (Wall street)'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-4991761874144793304</id><published>2008-09-23T12:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:02:12.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought the Arctic was doing bad....</title><content type='html'>You realize there's a time bomb waiting to be released underneath it :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1060041/New-global-warming-threat-scientists-discover-massive-methane-time-bomb-Arctic-seabed.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1060041/New-global-warming-threat-scientists-discover-massive-methane-time-bomb-Arctic-seabed.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much mother nature put up with.... What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-4991761874144793304?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/4991761874144793304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=4991761874144793304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4991761874144793304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/4991761874144793304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-when-you-thought-arctic-was-doing.html' title='Just when you thought the Arctic was doing bad....'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-7683118286919209835</id><published>2008-09-23T07:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:03:48.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitsubishi - a banking company?</title><content type='html'>Mitsubishi buying stake in Morgan Stanley?!? I never thought they could also be a large bank... What else does Mitsubishi do?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/7629516.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/7629516.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-7683118286919209835?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/7683118286919209835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=7683118286919209835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7683118286919209835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/7683118286919209835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/mitsubishi-banking-company.html' title='Mitsubishi - a banking company?'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-5754326599312302669</id><published>2008-09-23T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:04:47.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane and Finch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've determined this to be one of the most dangerous corners/areas of Toronto. I'm reading news stories and all I hear are stories of crime and murder hapenning on this street and/or this intersection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Map: &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=toronto+finch&amp;amp;sll=43.673459,-79.486084&amp;amp;sspn=0.076607,0.127716&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=43.757333,-79.517841&amp;amp;spn=0.03825,0.096474&amp;amp;z=14"&gt;http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=toronto+finch&amp;amp;sll=43.673459,-79.486084&amp;amp;sspn=0.076607,0.127716&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=43.757333,-79.517841&amp;amp;spn=0.03825,0.096474&amp;amp;z=14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Crime/2008/09/23/6848926-sun.html"&gt;http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Crime/2008/09/23/6848926-sun.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-5754326599312302669?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/5754326599312302669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=5754326599312302669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5754326599312302669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/5754326599312302669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/jane-and-finch.html' title='Jane and Finch...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-453672675179880455</id><published>2008-09-23T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:05:24.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murderer walks away from jail...</title><content type='html'>Only to turn himself in shortly after........ Interesting... I guess? Pretty sweet of him to actually come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Crime/2008/09/17/6796621-cp.html"&gt;http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Crime/2008/09/17/6796621-cp.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-453672675179880455?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/453672675179880455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=453672675179880455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/453672675179880455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/453672675179880455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/murder-walks-away-from-jail.html' title='Murderer walks away from jail...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-8202172914447323873</id><published>2008-09-23T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:16:33.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit: We need 25 billion please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Interesting. I simply cannot understand how a car company that's been around for the longest time is requesting 25 billion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the only reason is because they were supposed to be given this money because it's to aid in cars becoming more fuel efficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF???? Does anyone realize that trains have been running electric/engines for the longest time. Granted it applies slightly differently in cars, however why are we only starting to see this now? They now want money to make sure they can reach their target???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newsweek.com/id/159536?from=rss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-8202172914447323873?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/8202172914447323873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=8202172914447323873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8202172914447323873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/8202172914447323873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/detroit-23-need-25-billion-please.html' title='Detroit: We need 25 billion please....'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-1590030014531135567</id><published>2008-09-23T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:15:49.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$700 billion?!?!</title><content type='html'>It's impressive how much money the US has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... how how can they just help out these companies, seemingly so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/160367?from=rss"&gt;http://www.newsweek.com/id/160367?from=rss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-1590030014531135567?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/1590030014531135567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=1590030014531135567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1590030014531135567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/1590030014531135567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/700-billion.html' title='$700 billion?!?!'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-3225859373318652951</id><published>2008-09-22T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:06:50.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>battles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dane Cook had a great joke about owning a pet monkey... I rightfully agree with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he once said(kinda):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to own a pet monkey! Imagine how cool that would be? you'd be at work, have a rough day... you get home and as you walk in, you're like: monkey where are you?!??! meanwhile the monkey is making it's monkey noises... you keep walking around looking for him. at this point with your sword, only to find it yelling out "over here". at this point you battle in the living room for hours! Though to your shock your monkey has learned english. You ask it how? It replies that it taught itself to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... one day I'd like to have a pet monkey... Well.... I'd also like to have a pet skunk. They're supposed to be great pets. BUT I could not battle a skunk. That's what makes a monkey's possibilities so endless. Properly trained, it could maybe even do covert CIA missions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the best way to battle a monkey would be with a Nerf sword. This limits both personal damage as well as damage to your home environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could even wear some type of body armour! That would be sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bball in a while. A friend told me today how he's running up 28 flights of stairs everyday as a bball workout. I was in awe. I ran up 2 flights of stairs and was out of breathe for 8 minutes.. j/k... I'm in decent shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, tomorrow is a new day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-3225859373318652951?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/3225859373318652951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=3225859373318652951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3225859373318652951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/3225859373318652951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/battles.html' title='battles...'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6027278042173557760</id><published>2008-09-22T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:15:33.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endorphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.painandwellness.com/images/pain_management_1.gif"&gt;http://www.painandwellness.com/images/pain_management_1.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.painandwellness.com/images/pain_management_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6027278042173557760?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6027278042173557760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6027278042173557760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6027278042173557760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6027278042173557760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/endorphins.html' title='Endorphins'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-553748057467200138</id><published>2008-09-22T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:24:34.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The brain is a fascinating device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain processes a number of thoughts and emotions every minute, every second and delivers an end result to you for you to work with. IE: a call received, sadness heard, sadness felt, brain processes, result delivered to you... you choose to see the person, or choose to console them, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said there are 8 levels of consciousness... All having developed over the centuries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bio survival circuit: Basic survival instinct. Flight or Fight. Stimulated by Opioid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emotional Circuit: Submissive or Dominant (Activated when child learns to walk).&lt;br /&gt;Stimulated via alcohol. Seen as someone standing up tall to fight, or cowering as in flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Symbolic Circuit: Concerned with Logic and symbolic thought. deals with dextrous movement and handling. Stimulated via caffeine and other stimulants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Domestic Circuit: Concerned with operating within social networks and transmission of culture. No drug is associated with this, however Endorphins are produced by the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Neuroelectric Circuit: Concerned with becoming independent. "Consciousness of abstracting". Essentially telepathic communication. Impossible to explain to the left-brained and those with active fifth brain circuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Neurogenetic Circuit: Allows access to the genetic memory contained in DNA. Connected to memories of past lives. Allows for essential immortality in humans. Stimulated by LSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Psycho-atomic Circuit: Allows the brain to access intergalactic consciousness. Associated with Ketamine and DMT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/8-Circuit_Model_of_Consciousness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that if a lot of people do not attend a large event, then those people have possible tapped into their unconscious. (their neurogenetic circuit). This can explain why there are empty seats at an event where the event sufferes a tragic event. People unexplainably cancel, or decide against going because of a "gut" feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The next time you see a place half empty... stand near the door... just in case :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-553748057467200138?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/553748057467200138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=553748057467200138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/553748057467200138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/553748057467200138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/complexities.html' title='Complexities'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-6589641952830253783</id><published>2008-09-20T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:46:48.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally reinstalled xp on my home pc... I don't think i've ever seen a computer crash so many times in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had Vista installed for roughly a year, hoping to give it a chance. BUT... alas.... no go! It's probably the worst operating system I've ever had the chance to use. Even BeOS was far superior! That said... Seemingly MS has managed a revenue increase of 13%!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All that to say, i'm glad I've reverted back to XP. It's stable, quick, and so many less headaches! Finally my Internet Explorer no longer crashes! Or my Explorer... Or my.... well the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Source: http://www.newsweek.com/id/160064&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today... I sit in a library. I'm going to read up on The Embodied Mind. "Cognitive Scence and Human Experience"... While my girlfriend, sits in front of me blogging and also doing her school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I leave you with a random quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tom Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;US novelist (1936 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-6589641952830253783?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/6589641952830253783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=6589641952830253783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6589641952830253783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/6589641952830253783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/vista.html' title='Vista :-('/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-2743827607544910002</id><published>2008-09-18T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:46:12.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreal - Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm passenger in a car headed to toronto... that's a first... plus I don't get it.. but the roads are so empty today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm passing south stormont... travelling a brisk 140km/hr :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun is blinding, like opaque sun glasses.  The lines on the road go on and on... the windshield wipers are moving now water is sprayed across the windshield. Interesting how it's an appropriate name... Wind Shield... I thank you for shielding me from the wind. However, you're name does not perfectly describe you as you also shield me from rain sleet and snow... Not to mention random eggings and bird poop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought caffeine pills about a month ago to battle my tiredness which sometimes take over like a sheep dog let loose in the wild.  Today i took 2 this morning to keep me awake at work. I took another 2 about 10 minutes ago. The bottle says to not exceed 10 pills per day. IF I ever need to take 1000mg of caffeine in 1 day then i have other issues i must deal with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anywho... back to driving... err being passenger... woot! Toronto here I come, with all your fine roads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-2743827607544910002?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/2743827607544910002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=2743827607544910002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2743827607544910002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/2743827607544910002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/montreal-toronto.html' title='Montreal - Toronto'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4335260203701570616.post-977064786765925630</id><published>2008-09-18T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:46:32.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has  begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s dark. The sun has set and you are thinking about things you never thought of before. Why not? The road is empty; you see nothing for miles. You reflect, you think, you process.  You can’t imagine what you just did. You chose to run away and rightly so as the police were right around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What are you going to do now? What you’re feeling has invoked a sense of fear. However, you know that you must push forward and make your way to the next checkpoint. You were given the game plan, now you must follow it………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4335260203701570616-977064786765925630?l=20comments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/feeds/977064786765925630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4335260203701570616&amp;postID=977064786765925630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/977064786765925630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4335260203701570616/posts/default/977064786765925630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20comments.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-has-begun.html' title='It has  begun'/><author><name>Francis W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274040711192399393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TlfVfuMuiwo/StaLa45NPgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vhsLM7bb6fE/S220/n749760220_165575_5128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
