<?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-9053040527348361795</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:23:10.998-08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='Berries'/><category term='Charles Bukowski'/><category term='nepal'/><category term='poem'/><category term='manvsdebt'/><category term='finance'/><category term='Relationship Advice'/><category term='William Ernest Henley'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='epiphany'/><category term='everett bogue'/><category term='rumi'/><category term='nina yau'/><category term='fate'/><category term='trends'/><category term='feather headdress'/><category term='trees'/><category term='discovery of fire'/><category term='Florance + The Machine'/><category term='story'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='idea'/><category term='colin wright'/><category term='meaning of life'/><category term='Richest Man in Babylon'/><category term='Banana'/><category term='parable'/><category term='Best Investment'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='stone age'/><category term='minimalism'/><category term='knock knock'/><category term='japan tsunami'/><category term='passion'/><category term='fur'/><category term='invictus'/><category term='reason to live'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='new years'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='god'/><category term='Could it be?'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='screwed'/><category term='money saving tips'/><category term='Freida Martinez'/><title type='text'>nassa</title><subtitle type='html'>...collection of poems..pictures..and whatever that catches my fancy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-504237738777327045</id><published>2011-06-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:27:05.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>why do i even bother? i ve nothing intesting to share, no new insight, no revolutionary lifestyle changes to report.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2noAsUGsOlA/Te--5VpjphI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wzYyXrAJ8Uk/s1600/joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2noAsUGsOlA/Te--5VpjphI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wzYyXrAJ8Uk/s1600/joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhdHa5whG68/Te-7gJHoCsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FZi2oAWQMKY/s1600/joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9053040527348361795-504237738777327045?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/504237738777327045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/504237738777327045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/504237738777327045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='why do i even bother? i ve nothing intesting to share, no new insight, no revolutionary lifestyle changes to report.....'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2noAsUGsOlA/Te--5VpjphI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wzYyXrAJ8Uk/s72-c/joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-3988244641107162606</id><published>2011-05-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:28:57.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Feeling very uninspired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have been feeling really uninspired - sluggish - dull recently. Wish there was a magic pill that I could take -which would clear my mind and make it function 100%.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Uninspired-sluggish-dull feeling" is a very unkind &lt;i&gt;affliction&lt;/i&gt;  to have. It makes you want to do nothing,  which in turn clouds your mind.&amp;nbsp; Its a vicious circle; which includes  hours and hours of internet surfing - social networking or whatever/where ever your  interest incline, lots of snacking - ultimately you end up gaining  couple of pounds, lowering your self esteem and a new(?) tag for yourself&amp;nbsp; - "lazy" :(&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMJYAIVf0QY/Td1lE0NntmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-uZOJO544BI/s1600/Feeling+uninspired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMJYAIVf0QY/Td1lE0NntmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-uZOJO544BI/s1600/Feeling+uninspired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9H8ZJm3eQQ/Td1ep6VQR0I/AAAAAAAAARw/i5PAS9st7h8/s1600/Feeling+uninspired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-3988244641107162606?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/3988244641107162606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/05/feeling-very-uninspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3988244641107162606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3988244641107162606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/05/feeling-very-uninspired.html' title='Feeling very uninspired!'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMJYAIVf0QY/Td1lE0NntmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-uZOJO544BI/s72-c/Feeling+uninspired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-6158523905380373720</id><published>2011-05-11T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:44:26.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banana'/><title type='text'>How to break banana in half &amp; more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-craRV6gqLCI/Tcoa_JzI4kI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJSRhCYlA1A/s1600/banana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-craRV6gqLCI/Tcoa_JzI4kI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJSRhCYlA1A/s320/banana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you know that banana has not changed for 1000s of years, since the end of the last ice age? So, the banana our (monkey?) ancestor were eating, is same as the one we are eating now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the "Cavandish" Banana - the world's favorite fruit is on the verge of extinction due to fungus invasion (which unfortunately the banana is not immune to)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story. But I do not worry much about this, I guessing some scientist will find a way to avoid extinction or atleast some more powerful chemical that can be sprayed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you know there are lots of fun things you can do with banana?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you can eat it.&amp;nbsp; Yum! Aside from being yummy, its' said to help if you have SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) and depression, increase energy etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what can you do when you have only one banana and want to share it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you just feel like eating only half banana (some of them are long! ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breaking Banana into two halves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tools required: Banana and hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Hold the banana (on both end) with both of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Snap it in halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WALA!! you have (almost equal) 2 banana halves, now you can share with your friend or store for later consumption)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7POWQdbFMI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7POWQdbFMI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about if there is three of you, and only one banana? Do not fret dear ones, you can split it into equal three ways as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Splitting the Banana three ways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tools Required: Banana and (clean) Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Peel off the banana skin.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: On the center of blossom point, press with your finger, and go all the way. (I prefer index finger, but you can do it with whichever finger you feel comfortable.)&lt;br /&gt;(And, as before, WALA! you have banana split into three ways! (a la&amp;nbsp; "The Dreamers"))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:arc:video:spike.com:f9482168-790a-49b2-91dd-044db1f6ef49" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video-clips/vcqdz0/the-dreamers-banana-peel"&gt;The Dreamers - Banana Peel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: The Dreamers - Banana Peel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;##If you want it in more pieces, then I would recommend&lt;b&gt; Knife&lt;/b&gt;. You can cut it into as many pieces as you want. Even two or three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun with Banana Peel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After you are done eating, did you know there are many things you can do with banana peel t&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;oo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;The Banana Peel is so slippery, that if you step on it, you are bound to slip. If you are into "slapst&lt;/span&gt;ick comedy", it can provide you with endless entertainment. Think about all the possibility! &lt;br /&gt;Real story though, once I stepped on banana skin and did not TRIP! Maybe the angle I stepped on it was not right. But it did provide us with the fun conversation in which we debated about validity of&amp;nbsp; jokes (which features slipping on Banana Peel). Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Peel &amp;amp; Animals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cow, Chicken, Dog &amp;amp; Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have cow, good (munchies) for them. My dad cuts the peels into little pieces and feed it to the chickens in the backyard. Don't think it's good idea to feed it to your dog though. Dog being intelligent animal might know you are offering him/her the wrapper, not the good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Cat as far as my experience goes, does not like fruits. So, unless she/he specifically request it. Do not offer it to them. You do not want to offend your cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Animals &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I have zero experience with other animals,&amp;nbsp; I cannot tell you if the other animals will appreciate the offer of peel or be disgusted by it.Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Peel for your Skin &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I think Banana skin is best for your skin. Yes for skin! Its the best, simple and easy face mask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Skin Face Mask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Step 1: Rub the inside part of the peel all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Let it sit on your face for&amp;nbsp; 10-15 min. &lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Wash it off. &lt;br /&gt;As the peel contains potassium and other antioxidants, it helps to keep the skin looking soft, supple and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Peel for wart, psoriasis, skin allergies, mosquito bite and other skin conditions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can also use it on cure your wart, psoriasis, skin allergies, mosquito bite and other skin conditions. Just rub the peel on the problem area, and wash it off after 15-20 min.&lt;br /&gt;On your wart, you will need to make it into small piece and stick it to your wart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;More &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more benefits of banana which I have not listed here, many more ways of making banana face mask, and ways of using banana peel. Happy browsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Links&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://knol.google.com/k/how-to-use-banana-peel-for-skin-care#"&gt;http://knol.google.com/k/how-to-use-banana-peel-for-skin-care#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifescript.com/body/food/good-foods/14_banana_health_benefits_you_might_not_know_about.aspx%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.lifescript.com/body/food/good-foods/14_banana_health_benefits_you_might_not_know_about.aspx&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2057636_make-banana-facial-mask.html%20"&gt;http://www.ehow.com/how_2057636_make-banana-facial-mask.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/9053040527348361795-6158523905380373720?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/6158523905380373720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/05/how-to-break-banana-in-half-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6158523905380373720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6158523905380373720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/05/how-to-break-banana-in-half-more.html' title='How to break banana in half &amp; more.'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-craRV6gqLCI/Tcoa_JzI4kI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJSRhCYlA1A/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2203902578452863244</id><published>2011-04-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:17:15.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Add up to spring'11 collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you ask me whats your favorite season of the year? It would be none other than spring! The thought of beautiful flowers blooming, the aroma it spreads in the surrounding atmosphere, warm rays of sunlight overwhelms my heart with joy! And complimenting the mood of the season with soft-colorful attires, trendy hairstyles and fresh look would be perfect!The 10 must have list below is awesome! But just to add up more variety, heres few more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Denim shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-abQxRPsAs/TboQrK_9CRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lOcuqRajTm4/s1600/denim.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-abQxRPsAs/TboQrK_9CRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lOcuqRajTm4/s640/denim.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denim shirts are so "IT" again!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;# French Braids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGtodiDO5bo/TboRLVf-9eI/AAAAAAAAARU/8trxXlu-Y1g/s1600/braids.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGtodiDO5bo/TboRLVf-9eI/AAAAAAAAARU/8trxXlu-Y1g/s640/braids.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect hairstyle for every occasion! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;#Something bright, something peach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-YwbqkJ8jY/TboRcATs-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/vg44krrGGcY/s1600/peach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-YwbqkJ8jY/TboRcATs-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/vg44krrGGcY/s640/peach.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;# Pair of Green Earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbdNNqe7PGk/TboRsN55mNI/AAAAAAAAARc/49UqQ7uNufU/s1600/green+earring.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbdNNqe7PGk/TboRsN55mNI/AAAAAAAAARc/49UqQ7uNufU/s640/green+earring.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Would you wear these trends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-2203902578452863244?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/2203902578452863244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/add-up-to-spring11-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2203902578452863244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2203902578452863244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/add-up-to-spring11-collection.html' title='Add up to spring&apos;11 collection'/><author><name>~Mystic~ a dreamer..believer.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716823189982939828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-abQxRPsAs/TboQrK_9CRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lOcuqRajTm4/s72-c/denim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2529672408110532390</id><published>2011-04-27T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:41:02.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Picture Wednesday #4 : 10 must haves for spring'11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It seems Bohemia is in the air again, bringing with it longing for long flowy skirts, loose blouse, wedges, lots of chunky bangles, dark eyes, tangled hair, noir smell and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Must have items for spring'11. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sVnO51CI08/TbiHnk9lzxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SrCTnYXu3yU/s1600/long+skirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sVnO51CI08/TbiHnk9lzxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SrCTnYXu3yU/s640/long+skirt.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Long Skirts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92-prNXOciA/TbiMW8BtSUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uSSnJZBDFiM/s1600/bangles5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92-prNXOciA/TbiMW8BtSUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uSSnJZBDFiM/s640/bangles5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Bangles (lots and lots of it)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unluoRmIop0/TbiOD8PsL4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yZP8sKW3LtE/s1600/gold+watch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unluoRmIop0/TbiOD8PsL4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yZP8sKW3LtE/s400/gold+watch1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Gold watch. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YGBtq8bPYQ/TbiS4GkYQPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ABwVqKEiPI/s1600/wedges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3YGBtq8bPYQ/TbiS4GkYQPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ABwVqKEiPI/s400/wedges.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Wedges (to keep you high!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPQT8RWCcCc/TbiTVquBdZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/URrUPChFOrs/s1600/blouses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPQT8RWCcCc/TbiTVquBdZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/URrUPChFOrs/s1600/blouses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Blouses &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcsaYc9nc9Q/TbiVDrsPSPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sQplj4iYMBE/s1600/clutch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="443" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcsaYc9nc9Q/TbiVDrsPSPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sQplj4iYMBE/s640/clutch.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) Over sized Clutch for your daily need.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-JPYKBhBO0/TbiW_cLhVyI/AAAAAAAAARA/D2jmXSng7t8/s1600/prada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-JPYKBhBO0/TbiW_cLhVyI/AAAAAAAAARA/D2jmXSng7t8/s400/prada.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) Bag made of recycled plastic; supporting sustainability &amp;amp; looking chic (a la Prada above) simultaneously&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; 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www.polyvore.com&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/9053040527348361795-2529672408110532390?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/2529672408110532390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/picture-wednesday-4-10-must-haves-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2529672408110532390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2529672408110532390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/picture-wednesday-4-10-must-haves-for.html' title='Picture Wednesday #4 : 10 must haves for spring&apos;11'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sVnO51CI08/TbiHnk9lzxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SrCTnYXu3yU/s72-c/long+skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2751363861527506641</id><published>2011-04-26T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:18:58.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>What can I do if  I do not want to get a JOB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mF-ttUcXX8A/TbdBDvZ8OUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zPQ2igYWJLY/s1600/woman-reading-in-hammock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Silvano Gamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I am dreading the thought of joining the work force. No! I do not want to get a Job at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just want to stay at home: read, create and&amp;nbsp; enjoy slow pace of life. And, other days I entertain myself with the thoughts of working for myself, and all the glories that comes with it (working whenever I please, travels, unlimited earning ability etc..) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I need money for all my needs (even the most basic ones). And sitting at home - daydreaming, &lt;i&gt;"it"&lt;/i&gt; is not just going to materialize (no matter how much law of attraction I apply! ). Also, I seldom buy lotto ticket (hence, there goes my chance at easy millions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more drawbacks too. I will not get chance to meet&amp;nbsp; people and socialize or learn; without going out of the door and doing nothing. And, the nagging feeling, feeling that tells me "I am wasting my life", will never leave me. Also, nobody is going to give a damn about what poor-crazy person has to say. It will just be a chatter. I will never be able to make any impact or contribute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I do if I do not want a Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First choice, just suck it up and find a job. If I am not creative enough to think of ways to employ myself, then I will need to face the fact and join the work force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I need to FIND a way to employ myself (not just daydream). Think. Think. Think. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes I wonder, where did most of us go wrong? We are very hard worker, intelligent, able to follow every instructions, excellent employee. But when it comes to being innovative and finding ways to employ ourselves, thinking outside the box (to be an entrepreneur), we struggle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make money, I will need to create something of value ("product" or "service"). Really struggling to think of ways to create something of "value" that I will enjoy doing, that will give me lots of opportunities to travel, unlimited earning opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it is going; for the moment, it seems that I will have to suck it up, and find a Job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSWgobBJdn4/TbdCLzz5Q0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/j33tiLzS6mA/s1600/Charles_Edward_Perugini_ak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSWgobBJdn4/TbdCLzz5Q0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/j33tiLzS6mA/s320/Charles_Edward_Perugini_ak.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charles Edward Perugini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugYpknRgRN8/TbdCPSdIp-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/49OhAwlIgjA/s1600/frank-weston-benson-eua-1862-1951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugYpknRgRN8/TbdCPSdIp-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/49OhAwlIgjA/s320/frank-weston-benson-eua-1862-1951.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Frank Weston-Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(**Lol. If I had sugar daddy or trust fund, I would not have to worry about all these. Some days you can't help but wish. Who cares about personal development when you can have it easy!&amp;nbsp; lol **just kidding**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Pictures from &lt;a href="http://iguanafricana.blogspot.com/2010/06/ler-e-um-acto-de-isolamento-amigavel.html"&gt;http://iguanafricana.blogspot.com/2010/06/ler-e-um-acto-de-isolamento-amigavel.html&lt;/a&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/9053040527348361795-2751363861527506641?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/2751363861527506641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/what-can-i-do-if-i-do-not-want-get-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2751363861527506641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2751363861527506641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/what-can-i-do-if-i-do-not-want-get-job.html' title='What can I do if  I do not want to get a JOB?'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mF-ttUcXX8A/TbdBDvZ8OUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zPQ2igYWJLY/s72-c/woman-reading-in-hammock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-1818572367946872812</id><published>2011-04-16T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:21:12.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan tsunami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><title type='text'>Astute Mockery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Before screening this article I assume you must have viewed the video once and if not I advise you to do so first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fPd-SY6OhLY" title="YouTube video player" width="580"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was uploaded in the youTube month ago just after Japan was struck by devastating tragedy.  My first reaction to the video was astonishment followed by series of mixed feelings. Surely many of us would have their own versions, good or bad. But sitting here on my comfortable couch and squealing my opinions about her actions would produce another deliberate hypocrisy no less, so that my friend is not my motive behind featuring this video in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching her other videos and then I came across this one particular short video where she confesses that it was a troll video she made with an intention to get on people’s nerves as she was an atheist herself.  However the initial video was viewed by above 60,000 viewers with nearly 2000 comments revealing how offended people had felt. Hence the willingness to write something struck my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HBZMCtIXjIA" title="YouTube video player" width="580"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of presetting. The actual reason I’m writing something about this whole fiasco is because it reminded me of this story I once read about a very wise man and a foolish man. In the story this foolish man has a great wish to be called “wise”. In hope that the wise man would help him find a way to achieve this wish of his, he goes to him.  In hearing out this man’s insensible wish, the wise man tries to explain him that in order to be called so he needs to get educated, attain knowledge but gives up when he finds out that he is indeed ‘foolish’. He thinks for a while and tells the foolish man to go out to the street and he’d call him “wise” out loud but upon hearing he is to act angry and not at all pleased. The foolish man agrees relentlessly and as planned they do the same. The children passing by notice a man getting too annoyed when called “wise”, and start calling him the same to tease him. The foolish man start acting more annoyed and tells them not to call him so, following the wise man’s instructions but this opposite reaction results into whole town calling him “wise” instead. I guess the story’s moral is the reflection of how our societies function; Human mind’s tendency to find that what is forbidden more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the video, it is likely that anyone would question the girl’s motive. When I first watched it, my mouth was agape. Can someone possibly be dumb to that extent? But when thoughts started feeding in, I felt the reverse could be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-1818572367946872812?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1818572367946872812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/astute-mockery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1818572367946872812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1818572367946872812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/astute-mockery.html' title='Astute Mockery'/><author><name>~Mystic~ a dreamer..believer.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07716823189982939828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fPd-SY6OhLY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-4567909360432682917</id><published>2011-04-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:14:48.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nepal'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2068 to all the Nepalese people around the world!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;May 2068 be filled with happiness, peace, adventure, beauty, success and everything that you desire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22439234"&gt;The Mountain&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/terjes"&gt;Terje Sorgjerd&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13th, 2011 was the first day of year B.S. 2068 in Nepalese Calendar. Traditional Thai New Year. Also celebrated as Baisakhi (harvest festival and Hindu new year) by people living in the northern parts of India, and some parts of Bangladesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, do you know how April's Fool day originated? One of the unproven saying goes, it began as day to mock pagans who still followed old calendar and celebrated new years around first week of April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-4567909360432682917?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/4567909360432682917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/happy-new-year-2068-to-all-nepalese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4567909360432682917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4567909360432682917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/happy-new-year-2068-to-all-nepalese.html' title='Happy New Year 2068 to all the Nepalese people around the world!!'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-3908376306815239057</id><published>2011-04-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:16:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it matter if the food we are eating is GE (Genetically Engineered)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI6YINmx8pQ/TaNhaTJUaBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n7b4HwpsYzs/s1600/fries%2526burger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI6YINmx8pQ/TaNhaTJUaBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n7b4HwpsYzs/s320/fries%2526burger.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rz6jsXDKJE/TaNhX0R3RLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IiT7L7O4Lpw/s1600/corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rz6jsXDKJE/TaNhX0R3RLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IiT7L7O4Lpw/s1600/corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It is often said &lt;i&gt;“we are what we eat”&lt;/i&gt;; if so, does it matter if the food we are eating is GE (Genetically Engineered)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if you consume genetically modified food in daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, portion of what you have been eating is GM. In 2010, according to USDA's National Agricultural Statistics Service (in US) 81-86 percent of corn planted, 87-90 percent of all soybeans planted, and 81-93 percent of all upland cotton were GM. Corn is the keystone species of the industrial food system, it's sweetener in the soda, it’s feed for animals, used as fructose syrup in breads, in sauces, additives, to make oil and list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are not many scientific studies, regarding the safety of GE food; nobody knows for certain if consumption is bad or harmful. Is it deliberate that some studies that have been conducted do not stand up to scientific scrutiny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under current laws in US, Genetically Modified crops/produces are not subject to any pre-market safety testing or labeling, as it’s considered generally equivalent to natural food. Also, labeling a food as GM is bad for business. Most consumers would hesitate to buy GM product if it was labeled as such, prompting need&amp;nbsp; for further studies and research, to placate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of us cannot afford certified organic food, or have means to grow our own food and there are no labeling; we seem to have no choice but to unknowingly consume genetically modified food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to see&lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_22449.cfm%20"&gt; Whole Food Market (Proponent of Organic Food movement) surrendering to Monsanto &lt;/a&gt;and claiming “coexistence a way of future”. Coexistence is great, but what about cross contamination? 1/10 of worlds' crop has already been contaminated with GM (genes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, if CEOs, associates and families of Monsanto and Food co. consumes GM foods (grown with Monsanto seed)? Or do they buy organic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetically Modified food, I guess does have its purposes; but&amp;nbsp; labeling would be great so that we can make conscious choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if as claimed there is no harm in consuming GM food, then further studies to prove the point would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ers.usda.gov/data/biotechcrops/"&gt;http://www.ers.usda.gov/data/biotechcrops/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecoliteracy.org/essays/we-are-what-we-eat"&gt;http://www.ecoliteracy.org/essays/we-are-what-we-eat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csa.com/discoveryguides/gmfood/overview.php"&gt;http://www.csa.com/discoveryguides/gmfood/overview.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_22449.cfm"&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_22449.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-3908376306815239057?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/3908376306815239057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/does-it-matter-if-food-we-are-eating-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3908376306815239057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3908376306815239057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/04/does-it-matter-if-food-we-are-eating-is.html' title='Does it matter if the food we are eating is GE (Genetically Engineered)?'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NI6YINmx8pQ/TaNhaTJUaBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n7b4HwpsYzs/s72-c/fries%2526burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2004737412901281706</id><published>2011-04-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:19:03.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freida Martinez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Could it be?'/><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TerfuJfudzg/TZNx356Gd2I/AAAAAAAAANI/L06_uOQEKFw/s1600/tree2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TerfuJfudzg/TZNx356Gd2I/AAAAAAAAANI/L06_uOQEKFw/s640/tree2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roswell, NM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6BAcsfKGnw/TZNx_YA8iqI/AAAAAAAAANU/BKZOZ-SJr2g/s1600/tree5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6BAcsfKGnw/TZNx_YA8iqI/AAAAAAAAANU/BKZOZ-SJr2g/s400/tree5.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fort Collins, CO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Saf38oI2c-0/TZNx9KiemwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vaHcDDgHDdM/s1600/tree4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Saf38oI2c-0/TZNx9KiemwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vaHcDDgHDdM/s400/tree4.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fort Collins, CO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BVnF3c-SY4/TZNx0Okln2I/AAAAAAAAANE/V8wSjQRTXKE/s1600/tree1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BVnF3c-SY4/TZNx0Okln2I/AAAAAAAAANE/V8wSjQRTXKE/s640/tree1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;NM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1XpjZypirA/TZNx6wy9ovI/AAAAAAAAANM/qD1RRZzmxKA/s1600/tree3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1XpjZypirA/TZNx6wy9ovI/AAAAAAAAANM/qD1RRZzmxKA/s640/tree3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taos, NM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcV5jdRbn4/TZNyJWkRHmI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZIRDQlKIWNQ/s1600/tree8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcV5jdRbn4/TZNyJWkRHmI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZIRDQlKIWNQ/s640/tree8.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;NM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjCX2bQayA8/TZNxw548scI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZSny3tWlhRo/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjCX2bQayA8/TZNxw548scI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZSny3tWlhRo/s640/tree.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pokhara, Nepal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_76J9av5TTQ/TZNyNGvz6hI/AAAAAAAAANk/iKv4ZHE6Hw4/s1600/tree9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_76J9av5TTQ/TZNyNGvz6hI/AAAAAAAAANk/iKv4ZHE6Hw4/s640/tree9.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taos, NM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/9053040527348361795-1585379595998548193?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1585379595998548193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/picture-wednesday-2-trees-trees-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1585379595998548193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1585379595998548193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/picture-wednesday-2-trees-trees-and.html' title='Picture Wednesday # 2 : Trees, Trees and more Trees'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TerfuJfudzg/TZNx356Gd2I/AAAAAAAAANI/L06_uOQEKFw/s72-c/tree2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-676707520358849904</id><published>2011-03-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:15:57.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture Wednesday # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oX_56m2mzQQ/TYpf4s8077I/AAAAAAAAAMo/O0D9ezHGLpE/s640/car1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing your heart on your trunk!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M1MI6tWnD5w/TYpgs9MJqSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cb9jV-YML5I/s1600/from+iphone+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M1MI6tWnD5w/TYpgs9MJqSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cb9jV-YML5I/s400/from+iphone+004.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dollface;&amp;nbsp; waiting elegantly!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vRwysQugcTQ/TYph_HLTHGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vs1hK4k4wkc/s1600/from+iphone+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vRwysQugcTQ/TYph_HLTHGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vs1hK4k4wkc/s320/from+iphone+066.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oX_56m2mzQQ/TYpf4s8077I/AAAAAAAAAMo/O0D9ezHGLpE/s1600/car1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyM9YWt22fo/TYpi42DcW3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AnP9BTYFqrA/s1600/from+iphone+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyM9YWt22fo/TYpi42DcW3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AnP9BTYFqrA/s400/from+iphone+045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raspberry flavored beer! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vwWoZqVj_SU/TYpjo71SKXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QvOXet2IjAg/s1600/from+iphone+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vwWoZqVj_SU/TYpjo71SKXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QvOXet2IjAg/s640/from+iphone+006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Art?!? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-676707520358849904?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/676707520358849904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/picture-wednesday-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/676707520358849904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/676707520358849904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/picture-wednesday-1.html' title='Picture Wednesday # 1'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oX_56m2mzQQ/TYpf4s8077I/AAAAAAAAAMo/O0D9ezHGLpE/s72-c/car1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7952465850490742303</id><published>2011-03-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:34:30.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan tsunami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><title type='text'>Where is God in all this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iBsRufdczKo/TYWWqL1EhgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OGLYdFThH8E/s1600/spring1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iBsRufdczKo/TYWWqL1EhgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OGLYdFThH8E/s320/spring1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j9Fww3xWyZ4/TYWWtwg0aiI/AAAAAAAAAME/m2zPAdmRxY8/s1600/spring2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j9Fww3xWyZ4/TYWWtwg0aiI/AAAAAAAAAME/m2zPAdmRxY8/s320/spring2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sunny spring day, intoxicated by glorious sunlight, abundance of life and beauties, it’s easy to believe in God. Also easy to be fooled into thinking you are invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Lzlrq6Zldbk/TYWJyKBXcxI/AAAAAAAAALo/3ui0HTYTOA4/s1600/Japan+Tsunami1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Lzlrq6Zldbk/TYWJyKBXcxI/AAAAAAAAALo/3ui0HTYTOA4/s1600/Japan+Tsunami1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But when confronted with tragedies, don't you wonder where GOD is when all this is happening? Why would he* allow so much pain, uncomprehending loss to take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(*I am saying “he” just for convenience sake;&amp;nbsp; as I do not know the gender of God, and it feels weird to write "he/she"&amp;nbsp; or even "it")&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Or is he the one causing it? Are we all facing the wrath of God, because we disobeyed him in some way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;How are we to make sense of all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If he was indeed real,&amp;nbsp;would he not come down here to earth to rescue us all from the pain and misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Isn't he full of unconditional love for all of his children and creation; why would he let us suffer so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Even our earthly parents tries their level best to shield and protect us from&amp;nbsp;harm and heartbreak; wouldn’t our creator do more or at least the same for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Is it infantile to expect God to come to rescue every time some tragedy strikes? Does it mean that we do not have confidence in ourselves, in humanity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Do we not have strength, resilience, each other to help us get through whatever life throws at us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes all this does not matter; it’s all maya. That is what Lord Buddha happened upon under the bodi tree. But yet we cannot stop participating and feeling just because it's maya. We are already here, living the life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e4AlTZj8kgU/TYWPXZ-F9AI/AAAAAAAAALw/D2hIs2d1P54/s1600/god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e4AlTZj8kgU/TYWPXZ-F9AI/AAAAAAAAALw/D2hIs2d1P54/s320/god.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JZiYWkk2AMs/TYWPRHF5QgI/AAAAAAAAALs/v9tzZiChMDo/s1600/homer-and-god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JZiYWkk2AMs/TYWPRHF5QgI/AAAAAAAAALs/v9tzZiChMDo/s1600/homer-and-god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe our idea of God is wrong; How are we to say, that Omnipresent God is shaped like Man, albeit most powerful and judgmental (only willing to bestow&amp;nbsp; favor upon you if you follow his rules and regulation)? Has anyone actually seen him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe we only believe in God because we want to have access to his power? We all know him to be most&amp;nbsp;powerful, being creator and source of all things. Try to keep him on our side. Wouldn't it be great to be able to summon him on will? (Of course via prayer, sacrifices whatever way you believe) God please do this for me. Baam! It’s answered (as you know there is no one more powerful than him).&amp;nbsp; If anyone can do it its him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When confronted with so much loss, disaster, and pain; it confounded us. Not being able to control our surrounding and situation; we get reminded of our vulnerability, and fragility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Does it not make sense to follow the most powerful person? Be on his good side than face his wrath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe God did make us in his image. Maybe we are flawed, because he is too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe he is not shaped like man, as we all believe him to be. Maybe he does not live in heaven. Most probably he doesn't judge. Maybe he is just a gigantic^google pool of energy.&amp;nbsp; Just swirling around. Maybe he does not exist. Maybe he is an anti matter that can be accessed only in silence and nothingness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe our brain is not big enough to compute what God really is. Even if we were in his presence, we would not be able to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe he is not about controlling and obsessively keeping tabs over all things that is happening. Maybe he just exists. Just because we exists, he exists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe we can only access him through our heart, as only heart has ability to magnify and enlarge beyond comprehension. Maybe that is where the network begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I feel that we have strength in us to continue. We are resilient. We will survive, and in time we will be alright. Maybe its because God is with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jrc.or.jp/english/index.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-K8FaqzyQ-Ig/TYWSsxtPHaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jhiZAeWVP7Y/s320/japan-tsunami-child.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladygaga.shop.bravadousa.com/Product.aspx?cp=14781_42444&amp;amp;pc=BGAMLG88#%22" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Io7qONMtdsk/TYWTMA6i1dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KCW8dilFiCc/s200/we-pray-for-japan.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(images taken from the web)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7952465850490742303?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7952465850490742303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/where-is-god-in-all-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7952465850490742303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7952465850490742303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/where-is-god-in-all-this.html' title='Where is God in all this?'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iBsRufdczKo/TYWWqL1EhgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OGLYdFThH8E/s72-c/spring1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7439354464532721340</id><published>2011-03-03T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:18:00.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parable'/><title type='text'>Story about Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Kcr9o4pskI/TW_-RtZJDnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zj-aIRBIEw4/s1600/fate2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Kcr9o4pskI/TW_-RtZJDnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zj-aIRBIEw4/s400/fate2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a very poor farmer; he used to struggle everyday to feed and clothe his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his wife gave birth to a son, fearing that he will have same fate as his; On the night of sixth day, his waited on his doorstep for God who writes fate of children. (it is said that on the night of sixth day, God comes to visit the child and writes his (child's) fate with his own hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he fell asleep. When God slipped in, the farmer was so deep in sleep (as he was tired from working hard in field all day), that he was unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on his way out, God brushed against the Farmer and woke him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the farmer awake, God asked, "Can you please let me go?&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "I will not let you go unless you write excellent fate for my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dReZUJiqOdg/TXAKWyk13bI/AAAAAAAAALU/7zsKRoMEuoE/s1600/fate3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dReZUJiqOdg/TXAKWyk13bI/AAAAAAAAALU/7zsKRoMEuoE/s400/fate3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God said, " I have already written one for your son; Sorry I cannot change it."&lt;br /&gt;The farmer became sad and asked "Can you at least let me know? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God seeing that he had no other way to go past the farmer said, " Do not worry! your son has one goat, one chicken, 3 fishes, and 2 kilo of rice in his fate"&lt;br /&gt;This crushed the farmer's heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AyQLDRfzm7o/TXAUvEAMWVI/AAAAAAAAALY/fN8w4Clm1Gs/s1600/fate4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AyQLDRfzm7o/TXAUvEAMWVI/AAAAAAAAALY/fN8w4Clm1Gs/s400/fate4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the boy grew up, he possession indeed included only one goat, one cocky chicken, 3 fishes, 2 kilo of rice. No matter how hard he tried to work or save,&amp;nbsp; he could not increase his possession. Therefore, he was very thrifty, always worrying and eating very less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he got sick of his life and holding on to his mere possession and decided, "I don't care anymore, I will have a party!! make roasted goat, curry chicken and steamed fishes and pulau (rice dish)."&lt;br /&gt;With that he invited his neighbors and had gala time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fXUS7bMlJXI/TXAcv4NXwmI/AAAAAAAAALg/xlTpDDCm2TE/s1600/fate5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fXUS7bMlJXI/TXAcv4NXwmI/AAAAAAAAALg/xlTpDDCm2TE/s400/fate5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next day,&amp;nbsp; his neighbors' goat gave birth to a baby goat and he presented it to the boy as a gift; he found new work and was able to buy one hen, 2 kilo of rice, and caught 3 fishes when he went to fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onward, he realized, he would never be for want of food, shared generously and lived comfortably, without being frugal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the parable our mom used to tell us about Fate, whenever we worried and become agitated about what is next to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7439354464532721340?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7439354464532721340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/story-about-fate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7439354464532721340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7439354464532721340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/story-about-fate.html' title='Story about Fate'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Kcr9o4pskI/TW_-RtZJDnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zj-aIRBIEw4/s72-c/fate2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-6409869628112607596</id><published>2011-03-03T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:45:39.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richest Man in Babylon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money saving tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><title type='text'>Tips: How to start saving</title><content type='html'>I used to struggle with saving money. No matter how much money I made; there was always something that needed to be bought, some bills or others that needed to be paid, at the end of the month I was left with no balance. I could hardly catch up with it, and let alone save some money. Yeah, saving money is easy, just put the money in the saving accounts, and do not use it. But though its easy to say, like everything else it is very hard to implement. And sometimes, though the solution is obvious and just in front of you, it has to be S-P-E-L-T out, for you to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2Nw7rhcaugs/TW_gPT9LN9I/AAAAAAAAALM/BZ5bKfiBuFE/s1600/rmb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2Nw7rhcaugs/TW_gPT9LN9I/AAAAAAAAALM/BZ5bKfiBuFE/s1600/rmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I read "Richest Man in Babylon" by George S. Clason; it was like "ah ha!! " moment for me. I think its the best money saving tips, that I have ever heard. And, it works. My only regret is, I wish I had stumbled upon the book earlier. All those money I could have saved.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pay yourself 10% of your income"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i.e. save/put away for yourself 10% of your income) Doesn't it make complete sense? No matter how hard your work, and how much you make, I think most people don't even consider paying themselves. Don't YOU deserved to be paid for all the hard works you have done? And, because it's only 10%, you will not miss it that much.&lt;br /&gt;So simple and effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS #Oh ya, and don't go spending your saving; invest it, and let it multiply.The book contain other valuable information regarding multiplying your wealth, managing and paying your debts etc. Must read, me thinks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-6409869628112607596?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/6409869628112607596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/tips-how-to-start-saving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6409869628112607596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6409869628112607596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/03/tips-how-to-start-saving.html' title='Tips: How to start saving'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2Nw7rhcaugs/TW_gPT9LN9I/AAAAAAAAALM/BZ5bKfiBuFE/s72-c/rmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-1644805590947772438</id><published>2011-02-24T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:46:06.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>somedays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi3GB2-oePQ/TWbCVamhyqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ftvgyOg_7OQ/s1600/from+iphone+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi3GB2-oePQ/TWbCVamhyqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ftvgyOg_7OQ/s400/from+iphone+056.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somedays.&lt;br /&gt;the mountain seems colossal.&lt;br /&gt;road too long .&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is put one leg ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;take&amp;nbsp; a baby step.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stop here.&lt;br /&gt;bliss is just beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-1644805590947772438?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1644805590947772438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/somedays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1644805590947772438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1644805590947772438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/somedays.html' title='somedays'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi3GB2-oePQ/TWbCVamhyqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ftvgyOg_7OQ/s72-c/from+iphone+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-215472971315779864</id><published>2011-02-24T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:11:24.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Bukowski'/><title type='text'>Charles Bukowski: As the poem goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the poem goes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the poem goes into the thousands you realize that you have created very little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Charles Bukowski&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://obrag.org/?p=25854" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leQI6W9Q8yY/TWa3EmKrH6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ky5TzoJqQt0/s320/bukowski3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;---0o0o0---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello, how are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"&gt;This fear of being what they are:&lt;br /&gt;dead. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adamchristophernyc.blogspot.com/2010/03/genius-in-bottle-charels-bukowski.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l55AA9EkUEw/TWa3EPfdJCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/x4AGluJkb_0/s1600/bukowski1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"&gt;At least they are not out on the street, they&lt;br /&gt;Are careful to stay indoors, those&lt;br /&gt;Pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,&lt;br /&gt;Their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ideal neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Of parked cars&lt;br /&gt;Of little green lawns&lt;br /&gt;Of little homes&lt;br /&gt;The little doors that open and close&lt;br /&gt;As their relatives visit&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the holidays&lt;br /&gt;The doors closing&lt;br /&gt;Behind the dying who die so slowly&lt;br /&gt;Behind the dead who are still alive&lt;br /&gt;In your quiet average neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Of winding streets&lt;br /&gt;Of agony&lt;br /&gt;Of confusion&lt;br /&gt;Of horror&lt;br /&gt;Of fear&lt;br /&gt;Of ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;A dog standing behind a fence. &lt;br /&gt;A man silent at the window.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;---0o0o0---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody can save you but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You will be put again and again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Into nearly impossible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Situations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They will attempt again and again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhuK3Sut64U/TWa3EZVogDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sRh7ARIAo3o/s1600/Bukowski2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through subterfuge, guise and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Force&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To make you submit, quit and/or die quietly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody can save you but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it will be easy enough to fail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So very easily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But don’t, don’t, don’t.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just watch them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen to them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you want to be like that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A faceless, mindless, heartless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you want to experience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death before death?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody can save you but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you’re worth saving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a war not easily won&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if anything is worth winning then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think about saving your self.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---0o0o0---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love some of the poems&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; prolific quotes of Mr. Charles Bukowski.They are poignant and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;But, others I do not understand. I always thought poem was supposed to be filled with beauty of emotion; but he just describes about decays in modern life. Its like he just revel living in it, his way of rebelling against life and society.Describe it in very minute details, that you are actually transported to the decay and oppressive feeling. The decays and feeling of being stuck with no outlets depresses me. Most of the time, reading his works and poem makes me feel like maybe he did not have choice in the matter. He was possessed, that he had to create and create whenever the "feeling" struck. I admire his works because its so raw. I have always wondered what it is like to be a medium, meet an "unadulterated"artist, understanding everything and nothing at all. I think being so close to source, makes you vulnerable to all sorts of&amp;nbsp; influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;more about Mr. Bukowski on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski%20"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/charles_bukowski_2004_9.pdf"&gt;http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/charles_bukowski_2004_9.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-215472971315779864?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/215472971315779864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/charles-bukowski-as-poem-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/215472971315779864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/215472971315779864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/charles-bukowski-as-poem-goes.html' title='Charles Bukowski: As the poem goes'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leQI6W9Q8yY/TWa3EmKrH6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ky5TzoJqQt0/s72-c/bukowski3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-6263217105114088451</id><published>2011-02-24T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:28:40.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Bukowski'/><title type='text'>Lighting a cigar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKdr1wbp9WU/TWawkSwumCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6QELCyxos9o/s1600/smoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKdr1wbp9WU/TWawkSwumCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6QELCyxos9o/s320/smoke.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I light a cigar, lean back&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;dead friends dead days dead loves;&lt;br /&gt;so much has gone by for most of us,&lt;br /&gt;even the young, especially the young&lt;br /&gt;for they have lost the beginning and have&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Bukowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-6263217105114088451?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/6263217105114088451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/lighting-cigar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6263217105114088451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6263217105114088451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/lighting-cigar.html' title='Lighting a cigar'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKdr1wbp9WU/TWawkSwumCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6QELCyxos9o/s72-c/smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-1848105198868565915</id><published>2011-02-13T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:29:41.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florance + The Machine'/><title type='text'>Current Favourite</title><content type='html'>This song, it transports me to weird place where I cannot tell if I am feeling happy or sad; Place that is full of yearnings to travel to the all places I have never been to, longings to go back to places I have left behinds. &lt;br /&gt;Simply beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iWOyfLBYtuU" title="YouTube video player" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-1848105198868565915?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1848105198868565915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/current-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1848105198868565915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1848105198868565915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/current-favourite.html' title='Current Favourite'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iWOyfLBYtuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2981442828372192559</id><published>2011-02-08T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:45:25.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship Advice'/><title type='text'>Relationship Advice for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TVH8iCl0joI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kh9iko_cjJc/s1600/marriage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TVH8iCl0joI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kh9iko_cjJc/s400/marriage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. "Notice how your guy treats his sisters. Because after the initial romance is gone and you start to take each other for granted that is how he will be ultimately treating you.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;br /&gt;2. "In a marriage, make sure that its that two of you. Most cases it's not going to be just two of you, there will be families, moms, exs involved. If that's the case, make sure you are well equipped to handle it. Because problem between two of you can be solved very easily, but third person is whole different ball game and will cause you lots of grief. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-2981442828372192559?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/2981442828372192559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/relationship-advice-for-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2981442828372192559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2981442828372192559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/relationship-advice-for-women.html' title='Relationship Advice for Women'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TVH8iCl0joI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kh9iko_cjJc/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-4818800967386117331</id><published>2011-02-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:21:35.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Investment'/><title type='text'>Best Investment Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUsAAJ2R_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UClE3M_AU1E/s1600/pic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUsAAJ2R_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UClE3M_AU1E/s400/pic3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&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/9053040527348361795-4818800967386117331?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/4818800967386117331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/best-investment-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4818800967386117331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4818800967386117331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/best-investment-ever.html' title='Best Investment Ever'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUsAAJ2R_OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UClE3M_AU1E/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-5049289402197475656</id><published>2011-02-02T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:46:53.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery of fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The untold story of how fire was discovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpdhqlcDNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9O_zZpM2Mo/s1600/stone1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpdhqlcDNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9O_zZpM2Mo/s400/stone1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back in Stone Age, the time when&amp;nbsp; Men were not even given names, as language was yet unformulated. The only available weapon was stone and&amp;nbsp;brute force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill animal, men used to chase it, try to wrestle it and smash it with the stone in their hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpdwW9rfuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yxlYXBt3L8c/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpdwW9rfuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yxlYXBt3L8c/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the story of&amp;nbsp;one man (whose&amp;nbsp;name&amp;nbsp;I cannot tell you, as he like all his friends did not have a name )&amp;nbsp;who did not want to to be&amp;nbsp;hunter, the one&amp;nbsp;and only&amp;nbsp;profession ever available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;His friends thought him to be queer. How&amp;nbsp;is he going to get new clothes and food? They wondered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;His friends used to say: " What? We never heard something so preposterous!&amp;nbsp;You are going to die,if you don't hunt!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The man who dint want to hunt would reply : "Look how beautiful the stone is, I want to smash it against other stone, grind it and play with it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"That's not a way to live your life" his friends would comment. And go on their own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Of course all this conversation would be held in grunts and sign, as language was not yet formulated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The man would just spend his day playing with his favorite white stone; he would hit other stones with it, grind it and laugh at the sounds it made. Sometimes he would just spend weeks,&amp;nbsp;hitting one same (big)stone with his favorite white stone, and turn it into heaps of&amp;nbsp;pebbles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For food he would eat the leftovers&amp;nbsp;(small pieces of meat still left in the bone), and wear old discarded skins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One Autumn day, he was as usual playing with his white stone, he hit stone in front of him rather hard. Sparks flew. Sparks reminded the man of lightening from the sky, and excited him; causing him to hit the stone again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The sparks grew bigger, and some of it fell below on the dry twigs and leaf . At the same time gust of wind came and ignited the fire further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo behold, there was huge fire. That night all of the man's friends gathered around fire, fire made them warm and happy. They had their first taste of roasted meat. They loved it! They danced and laughed and grunted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That night they shared generously with the man who had&amp;nbsp;made huge Fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, it took several more months for the man to perfect the process. And, lets just say he's skill was in such a demand (not just only in winter, but in summer too; as&amp;nbsp;his friends loved the smell and taste of roasted meat)&amp;nbsp;that he had plenty to eat and better skins to wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The man never stopped playing with stone. Some says, some of the pebbles he made from big stone, were sharp and pointy; that they were made into spears and weapons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And, he&amp;nbsp;once made stone so round , that it would roll and roll,&amp;nbsp; with just slight push. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpV-NOsk0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VkN4FyfXyTo/s1600/acomplishment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpV-NOsk0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/VkN4FyfXyTo/s400/acomplishment.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9053040527348361795-5049289402197475656?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/5049289402197475656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/untold-story-of-how-fire-was-discovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/5049289402197475656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/5049289402197475656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/untold-story-of-how-fire-was-discovered.html' title='The untold story of how fire was discovered.'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUpdhqlcDNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9O_zZpM2Mo/s72-c/stone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7088244384678297767</id><published>2011-02-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:32:11.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason to live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUiPt3cMMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c_M8rJMec7A/s1600/idea2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUiPt3cMMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c_M8rJMec7A/s400/idea2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;Ideas are like silvery (if it&amp;nbsp;has a color?!), wimsical, cloudlike like object that float all around us. Sometimes it can be at multiple places at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to see it. But you can feel it when you have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have an&amp;nbsp;idea is wonderful feeling.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, Idea is given to you by other person or something.&amp;nbsp;Or you have&amp;nbsp;eureka moment, and you just know you have "the idea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the Idea, it can make you happy, it can make you rich, it can make you anything it is. Some Ideas&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;strong and has deep desire to be reality. If you come into such idea; it&amp;nbsp;will consume your whole life, it will be your passion,&amp;nbsp;your reason to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7088244384678297767?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7088244384678297767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7088244384678297767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7088244384678297767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUiPt3cMMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c_M8rJMec7A/s72-c/idea2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-3482083113510150028</id><published>2011-02-01T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:20:02.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berries'/><title type='text'>Snow Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUe_W1De-rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j7fveLyhYM8/s1600/snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUe_W1De-rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j7fveLyhYM8/s400/snow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was snowing and freezing cold today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUfAU5UkYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d2NTBpUKTQM/s1600/bird+in+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUfAU5UkYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d2NTBpUKTQM/s400/bird+in+tree.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What a lovely suprise to see dozens birds (playing?) gathering in the trees and eating red berries (dont know what kind of tree it is but&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;has heaps of red berries!)&lt;/div&gt;It looked like beautiful christmas tree. I tried to take some pictures, but it turned out &amp;nbsp;blurry and grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-3482083113510150028?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/3482083113510150028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3482083113510150028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3482083113510150028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!!'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUe_W1De-rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j7fveLyhYM8/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-5057843338917437019</id><published>2011-01-29T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:46:06.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feather headdress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fur'/><title type='text'>Fur and Feather Headdress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUSyZiRYTEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2r_Jxs9sqRo/s1600/headdress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUSyZiRYTEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2r_Jxs9sqRo/s400/headdress.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had Feather Headdress, I would wear it with gold embrodired Kaftan and high heels to lounge around at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUSyhJQEJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MjcZFRsdR5Q/s1600/fur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUSyhJQEJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MjcZFRsdR5Q/s400/fur.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I would style Fur :) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/9053040527348361795-5057843338917437019?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/5057843338917437019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/fur-and-feather-headdress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/5057843338917437019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/5057843338917437019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/fur-and-feather-headdress.html' title='Fur and Feather Headdress'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUSyZiRYTEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2r_Jxs9sqRo/s72-c/headdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-6081040264065112971</id><published>2011-01-29T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:53:45.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knock knock'/><title type='text'>knock knock!!</title><content type='html'>I seriously do not get knock knock jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR0-0RI3yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/33H5EY0UkQ4/s1600/knock%2Bknock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR0-0RI3yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/33H5EY0UkQ4/s400/knock%2Bknock.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR1Js2DPbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IUykvA6vWqs/s1600/who.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR1Js2DPbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IUykvA6vWqs/s400/who.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR66Ku0pRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_DjaCmQ-7_Y/s1600/haha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR66Ku0pRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_DjaCmQ-7_Y/s400/haha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="65" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR1Js2DPbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IUykvA6vWqs/s320/who.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 273px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 38px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See? Nothing funny about this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-6081040264065112971?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/6081040264065112971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/knock-knock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6081040264065112971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6081040264065112971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock!!'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUR0-0RI3yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/33H5EY0UkQ4/s72-c/knock%2Bknock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-4673718503725909925</id><published>2011-01-29T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:30:15.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUO5eqIGvrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z5UfCCYYWQs/s1600/idea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUO5eqIGvrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z5UfCCYYWQs/s320/idea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today, I was thinking how much better and easier our life is (compared to previous generation). If there is anything you want to know, there is google.&amp;nbsp;Dont have to&amp;nbsp;work on fields, or&amp;nbsp;carry heavy load and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had an epiphany!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUO5l4AIy0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/6zudgjldXoI/s1600/yay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUO5l4AIy0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/6zudgjldXoI/s320/yay.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I might have stumbled upon the "Meaning of Life" (no less!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUPCQZcIA9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/yUbHat8SAYg/s1600/youandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUPCQZcIA9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/yUbHat8SAYg/s320/youandme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are in this world to make life better for ourself, for our future generation. (Does this make sense? I made complete sense in my mind, when I had the epiphany)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUPPLMXEwpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EyQTpEjUcik/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUPPLMXEwpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EyQTpEjUcik/s320/happy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know the&amp;nbsp;nagging feeling that does not go away? That makes you keep thinking what is it you are doing here in earth? Its the feeling that is there to remind you to work on things that will make your life better. So that by default and example it will make life easier for future generation. It can be anything, as long as it makes your life better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-4673718503725909925?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/4673718503725909925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/meaning-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4673718503725909925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/4673718503725909925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/meaning-of-life.html' title='Meaning of Life'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUO5eqIGvrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z5UfCCYYWQs/s72-c/idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-8422728736359749251</id><published>2011-01-26T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:32:29.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Ernest Henley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invictus'/><title type='text'>Invictus - William Ernest Henley</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazharold.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566683391972219474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUDVDSuSGlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-lUNAI9iyGs/s320/JazHarold.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 318px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illustration of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazharold.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jaz Harold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be.&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance.&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate.&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-8422728736359749251?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/8422728736359749251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/invictus-william-ernest-henley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/8422728736359749251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/8422728736359749251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/invictus-william-ernest-henley.html' title='Invictus - William Ernest Henley'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUDVDSuSGlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-lUNAI9iyGs/s72-c/JazHarold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-1006414460654643680</id><published>2011-01-25T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:14:44.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colin wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina yau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manvsdebt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everett bogue'/><title type='text'>Young, Hip and  Minimalist</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of writing an article about the  group of  charismatic young and hip bloggers out there who follow and write about minimalist lifestyle, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this video beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="580" height="380" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u_ASIV2TvOg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The video does contain some of the things minimalist bloggers do say; but when put into this context it sound absurd. I guess that is the beauty of comedy. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not follow minimalist lifestyle, I do own less then average person. But its no way close to 100 things. One thing is for sure, had I not stumbled across these sites; I guess I would have mindlessly replenished my dwindling wardrobe (thanks to moving and gaining weight) with cheap buys. I could have saved 1000s if I had known , that I did not have to buy all the tinkerts that I did buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess minimalism is way of going back to true form, disconnecting from material, plugging to yourself. Freedom from consuming and an idea life can be different (anything you want it to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire their minimalist lifestyle, (teeny bit envious of their) freedom to travel and live anywhere. Also, I love the fact that there are people out there brave enough to follow the ideal and live to write the tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I will be able to eloquently describe or summarize about the things, these bloggers has written. So the links of the blogs that I like are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farbeyondthestars.com/"&gt;www.farbeyondthestars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exilelifestyle.com/"&gt;www.exilelifestyle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castlesintheair.org/"&gt;www.castlesintheair.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manvsdebt.com/"&gt;www.manvsdebt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exilelifestyle.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUBiQIA8vTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4SSZQA3doME/s320/colin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566557168598826290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.farbeyondthestars.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUBi2uvauQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rIVu_DtL5vk/s320/everett.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566557831829305602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.manvsdebt.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUBjSlhwzkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qAyUgTWjKMQ/s320/manvsdebt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566558310392450626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.castlesintheair.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TUBjZv6lIyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_KRO9pbO8hc/s320/nina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566558433439982370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know there are many more awesome minimalist blogger out there. But I have only linked the ones that I read.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-1006414460654643680?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1006414460654643680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/young-hip-and-minimalist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1006414460654643680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1006414460654643680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2011/01/young-hip-and-minimalist.html' title='Young, Hip and  Minimalist'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u_ASIV2TvOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-389590983359540598</id><published>2010-07-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:58:23.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude: 07.28.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Gratitude is a vaccine, an antitoxin, and an antiseptic.” - John Henry Jowet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luxurycity.com/paintings-fine-art-zhong-biao.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TFCmSiGAzlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B4dRNA02feQ/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499077982339255890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;today.. i am really grateful for having a place to go.. having a dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discovering this when i needed the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrfire.com/article-archives/new-articles/worlds-most-unusual-therapist.html"&gt;http://www.mrfire.com/article-archives/new-articles/worlds-most-unusual-therapist.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;        "I know this is tough to grasp, let alone accept or actually live. Blame is far easier than               total responsibility, but as I spoke with       Dr. Len, I began to realize that healing for                       him and in ho 'oponopono means loving yourself. If you want to improve your life, you              have to heal your  life. If you want to cure anyone--even a mentally ill criminal--you                   do it by healing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;         I asked Dr. Len how he went about healing himself. What was he doing, exactly, when he           looked at those patients' files?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;         "I just kept saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again," he explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;         That's it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;         That's it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;      Turns out that loving yourself is the greatest way to improve yourself, and as you improve        yourself, your improve your world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally inspired to heal myself and my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-389590983359540598?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/389590983359540598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/gratitude-072810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/389590983359540598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/389590983359540598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/gratitude-072810.html' title='gratitude: 07.28.10'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TFCmSiGAzlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B4dRNA02feQ/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7281615732849634835</id><published>2010-07-16T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:19:18.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laurawessonillustration.blogspot.com/2009/10/images-for-2010-calendar.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="Illustration of Laura Wesson" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494625798782233490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TEDVDV4cq5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/a3SE_TX_vhg/s320/FeatherDress.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;weird satisfaction i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i am complaining and gossiping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to get rid of the feeling of unbalance.&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to forgive, and not judge?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to turn into vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;my life is effected.&lt;br /&gt;when not in control.&lt;br /&gt;scared, i resort to the only comfort i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Illustration of Laura Wesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7281615732849634835?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7281615732849634835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7281615732849634835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7281615732849634835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TEDVDV4cq5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/a3SE_TX_vhg/s72-c/FeatherDress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-1402737085955701337</id><published>2010-07-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:47:33.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Only Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TD4zBaLWuAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5OXjSnV9yM4/s1600/gl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TD4zBaLWuAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5OXjSnV9yM4/s320/gl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493884694738417666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, &lt;br /&gt;Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or cultural system. I am not from the East&lt;br /&gt;or the West, not out of the ocean or up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not &lt;br /&gt;composed of elements at all. I do not exists, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not an entity in this world or the next, &lt;br /&gt;did not descend from Adam and Eve  or any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;origin story. My place is placeless, a trace&lt;br /&gt;of the traceless. Neither body or soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the beloved, have seen the two&lt;br /&gt;worlds as one and that one can call to and know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, last, outer, inner, only that&lt;br /&gt;breath breathing human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________o(0)o__________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-1402737085955701337?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/1402737085955701337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/only-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1402737085955701337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/1402737085955701337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/only-breath.html' title='Only Breath'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TD4zBaLWuAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5OXjSnV9yM4/s72-c/gl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-282731606458509357</id><published>2010-07-14T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:04:43.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Out beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.askart.com/askart/s/sergei_yurievich_soudeikine/sergei_yurievich_soudeikine.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TD4rNf3SAUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EyrgMUWYJhU/s320/lf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493876106330243394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,&lt;br /&gt;there is a field. I'll meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the soul lies down on that grass,&lt;br /&gt;the world is too full to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas, language, even the phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;- Rumi&lt;br /&gt;_______________________o(0)o__________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-282731606458509357?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/282731606458509357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/out-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/282731606458509357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/282731606458509357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/out-beyond.html' title='Out beyond'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TD4rNf3SAUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EyrgMUWYJhU/s72-c/lf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-3525099624289574189</id><published>2010-07-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:58:05.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maryjaneryan.wordpress.com/2009/12/04/40-more-ways-to-cultivate-gratitude/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TDZhcwXE4_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/49jQvjOWMC8/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491683942270821362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the some of the blogs I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.galadarling.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.marthabeck.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.sivers.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.farbeyondthestars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.stevepavlina.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.erinpavlina.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.stevenaitchison.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.dragosroua.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stress the fact how much these blogs have helped me.&lt;br /&gt;They have uplifted me when I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;Re - acquainted with the fact that everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much for the awesome work, and for being shining beacon in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-3525099624289574189?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/3525099624289574189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3525099624289574189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/3525099624289574189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TDZhcwXE4_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/49jQvjOWMC8/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-6821966716347199945</id><published>2010-07-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:09:32.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>And, I agreed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shamelessmag.com/media/content/2007/12/feminist-housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TDD_ixK2I4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/DbaDcLYoN7o/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168918544098178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I agreed to be realist.&lt;br /&gt;It was nobody but me.&lt;br /&gt;I got scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the safer path.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye nomad life and unknown future.&lt;br /&gt;Traded my freedom for a set life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-6821966716347199945?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/6821966716347199945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/and-i-agreed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6821966716347199945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/6821966716347199945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/07/and-i-agreed.html' title='And, I agreed'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TDD_ixK2I4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/DbaDcLYoN7o/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-2124194425302743540</id><published>2010-06-30T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:10:43.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>venom inside me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bnl.gov/esd/reserve/snakes.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCu4hcebGNI/AAAAAAAAADw/StW3WroazcA/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488683455600072914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.  what am i supposed to do when everything is so unfair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i concentrate on all the unfairness and dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;negativity descends and ruins my day.&lt;br /&gt;sometime i feel how nice justice would be.&lt;br /&gt;water for the thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;its all mirage.&lt;br /&gt;something that never clicks.&lt;br /&gt;i only end up with bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want bitterness to define my life.&lt;br /&gt;but if i want to move on forward.&lt;br /&gt;i have to leave all that behind.&lt;br /&gt;like it has never happened.&lt;br /&gt;hell no, i dont want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep the feeling alive.&lt;br /&gt;feeding on me.&lt;br /&gt;living inside me like a snake.&lt;br /&gt;making more venom.&lt;br /&gt;ready to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the venom, can only be created in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;little space i give to it, will sour my heart.&lt;br /&gt;poison my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to move one.&lt;br /&gt;but the sourness is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;electrifies my blood.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-2124194425302743540?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/2124194425302743540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/venom-inside-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2124194425302743540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/2124194425302743540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/venom-inside-me.html' title='venom inside me.'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCu4hcebGNI/AAAAAAAAADw/StW3WroazcA/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7438374230924123350</id><published>2010-06-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:49:54.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>beautiful sunny day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCu40HBNsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-nlan2AfduA/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCu40HBNsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-nlan2AfduA/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488683776257929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful sunny day. on day like today. everything feels so glorious. &lt;br /&gt;within reach.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if the days like this, can be strung together.&lt;br /&gt;like a beautiful necklace.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will be able to time travel, jumping from one bead to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7438374230924123350?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7438374230924123350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/27062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7438374230924123350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7438374230924123350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/27062010.html' title='beautiful sunny day!'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCu40HBNsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-nlan2AfduA/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-7767631849547216532</id><published>2010-06-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:04:22.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxINwXDoI/AAAAAAAAADg/vfgCr5ySQDA/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxINwXDoI/AAAAAAAAADg/vfgCr5ySQDA/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488675325570649730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need a goal. &lt;br /&gt;i have one. &lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lack persistence and discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-7767631849547216532?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/7767631849547216532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/20062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7767631849547216532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/7767631849547216532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/20062010.html' title='goal'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxINwXDoI/AAAAAAAAADg/vfgCr5ySQDA/s72-c/IMG_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-8588763026682974245</id><published>2010-06-20T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:46:06.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day continues</title><content type='html'>yes. the day continues. i continue to worry. &lt;br /&gt;paralyzed. &lt;br /&gt;feel so lost and disconnected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom has claimed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;dont want to fight it now.&lt;br /&gt;the day thus ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only regret. the day has passed just like any other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-8588763026682974245?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/8588763026682974245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/18062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/8588763026682974245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/8588763026682974245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/18062010.html' title='the day continues'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-9214040145687005079</id><published>2010-06-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:06:57.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxzVQMohI/AAAAAAAAADo/bN8pVS_1Tvk/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxzVQMohI/AAAAAAAAADo/bN8pVS_1Tvk/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488676066317607442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this sort of things only happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the problem was fixed, first time around. &lt;br /&gt;but it continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like spiraling in to deep abyass of grief.&lt;br /&gt;but crying is all i can do.&lt;br /&gt;back up, plotting my next move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9053040527348361795-9214040145687005079?l=www.the-nassa.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/feeds/9214040145687005079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/17062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/9214040145687005079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9053040527348361795/posts/default/9214040145687005079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.the-nassa.com/2010/06/17062010.html' title='of course'/><author><name>thenassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10193758162043630882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TCuxzVQMohI/AAAAAAAAADo/bN8pVS_1Tvk/s72-c/IMG_0960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053040527348361795.post-8125618222188913405</id><published>2010-06-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:45:40.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blessing for the new journey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gafGtMxowT4/TBfYTV7NdAI/AAAAAAAAACo/QSYx0U6y398/s1600/ganesha5_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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