<?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-1037172616196845770</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:35:31.077-08:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='words'/><category term='love'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037172616196845770.post-1630303201352317826</id><published>2010-07-29T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:04:34.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're the blend of actions inside my lungs that facilitate my breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flow with knowledge that you will be there through the stages of my teething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct connect to my arrangement, altering my physical form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By means of touch sent mentally, my skin translated into living and my spirit be reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noteworthy expressions you spill all over me prophetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I observe about your eyes hurtles forward past cosmetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of your being speaks that all our dreams are which reality agrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I + you becomes one divination of what resides within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by your patterns to move forward, I feel you, my venerated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining our encounters to conquer distances in a world man generated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inhalation of your love attracting me further than time without end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonging pleasure deepens energetic connection to planets we'll transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immerse yourself within who I am recite the unity of our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy our nature, your sunshine warmth in moments cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrestricted unlike Panavision, displayed in 360 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air surrounding you has substance, challenging me with expertise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yearning once evident in the intellection of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaced by hypnosis of the glow emitting from your deadly ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant and remarkable, our fight persists victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twist of colours capturing that we are, a story strange and glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim through bloodstreams in veins like notation of a birdsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That operates on levels of Godlike choir that an angel does belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your zestfulness will guide me over any ocean may it be rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your energy, truth that I'm blessed words could not explicate enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volume and variety rendered to me, I trust you and stand tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile shows and my love grows – I will never let you fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-1630303201352317826?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/1630303201352317826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=1630303201352317826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/1630303201352317826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/1630303201352317826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ambition-is-to-love-without.html' title=''/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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-1037172616196845770.post-987733085846791433</id><published>2008-11-09T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:51:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art</title><content type='html'>I want to live a life that is one of love, creation and connection and I am working on just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wash what I have painted away and start with a blank canvas. With every new painting, I find I am learning to blend colours more suitably, my brush becomes lighter in my hand and I get closer to being content with the picture itself. With that said, I never forget the effort I made, the previous pictures I washed off and the formulas I used to get those certain colours. Sometimes I will use a colour that didn't gel or my hand will slip. Such is my life, forever refurbishing myself and 'the picture'. What an incredible journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-987733085846791433?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/987733085846791433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=987733085846791433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/987733085846791433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/987733085846791433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-i-said-that-i-wanted-to.html' title='art'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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-1037172616196845770.post-5515111557651783676</id><published>2008-10-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:04:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choice</title><content type='html'>My ambition is to love without narcissistic presumptions that distort my vision of those I love or my feelings for them. To allow people the freedom to be and think offbeat to me without making demands. I need nobody to make me feel whole because I am whole. Love expands beyond the limits of two people and there is a beautiful world and much to see outside of the bubble. By putting too much into something and expecting something back, I am missing out on other wonderful things. Missing out on creating and sharing and experiencing beautiful things, be that with myself or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to depart from the womb which I have shaped for myself and become comfortable in. Time to give birth to myself and cut that umbilical cord that I am attached to that feeds me. It’s time to learn to use my mouth to eat. To become aware, to learn, to see a new world and learn to touch things in a way that is not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love and be alive is to not cling. The contentment naturally derived from love is not based on constantly calling for something. If we are too fixed on our ‘needs’, we are denying ourselves the ability to truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing that someone/something is all you need to make you happy is guaranteed to keep your mind incarcerated. Always feeling anxious and as though I owe something and that something is owed to me is going to prevent me from accessing truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be the roots beneath the tree buried into the cool earth. To assist in the growth of the tree without feeling the need to come up and shout that I am there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to let go of belief that I’ve fashioned that disrupts the raw process of love and encourages me to feel as though I cannot be content without certain objects/people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see through trepidation, the conclusion is love. When we see without our judgement and yearning, the result is pleasure and the calm delight of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about being me and loving me. Everything around me will fall into it's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-5515111557651783676?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/5515111557651783676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=5515111557651783676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/5515111557651783676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/5515111557651783676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/10/choice.html' title='choice'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037172616196845770.post-6925762570651875117</id><published>2008-10-22T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:53:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not wish to possess him as he is not to be owned. He is the stars, the air.. The force that shifts the planets that dwell inside the universe that I am. Our combined energy is immeasurable. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with value is worth the journey, no matter how rough or tiring. The resolution may not be what I dream of but it will be one that is triumphant either way. One I can grow from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen? I won't focus on the what if and dwelling in sorry and guilt - I'll smile now and know what levels are contained below me and constantly take lessons from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-6925762570651875117?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/6925762570651875117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=6925762570651875117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/6925762570651875117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/6925762570651875117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/10/despite-our-passion-to-spin-around.html' title=''/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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-1037172616196845770.post-5562777009451082277</id><published>2008-10-15T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:01:45.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inward universe</title><content type='html'>people speak of love and light&lt;br /&gt;we wake in the morning, sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;use cardboard boxes to move things&lt;br /&gt;and claim that angels possess wings&lt;br /&gt;there's good and bad, music and books&lt;br /&gt;smiles, winks and 'dirty looks'&lt;br /&gt;we assign names for everything&lt;br /&gt;the rich and poor, a queen and king&lt;br /&gt;we drive in cars that carry loads&lt;br /&gt;believe respect is shared or owed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in houses, work for money&lt;br /&gt;believe in Jesus and the Easter bunny&lt;br /&gt;some are colour blind and some see red&lt;br /&gt;some are alive and some are dead&lt;br /&gt;some shoot white powder into veins&lt;br /&gt;some live in china, some in Spain&lt;br /&gt;the grass is green, the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;there's him and her, me and you&lt;br /&gt;we have favourites, faith and deception&lt;br /&gt;all this presented to us by our perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all are objects that dwell in our mind&lt;br /&gt;we construct them, they're our design&lt;br /&gt;swim within, discover all you unfurl&lt;br /&gt;is inside us, we are the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-5562777009451082277?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/5562777009451082277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=5562777009451082277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/5562777009451082277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/5562777009451082277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/10/inward-universe.html' title='inward universe'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037172616196845770.post-8677967173601662003</id><published>2008-10-09T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:02:16.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to live in france</title><content type='html'>In our past life we rode bikes in France, somewhere in the east&lt;br /&gt;In this life I harpooned you, now you’re a wounded beast&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we learnt to fly as one? The soul in me did sing&lt;br /&gt;Now I wake to holes and blood from where you shred my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold you all the while, there's nowhere I’d rather be&lt;br /&gt;you can't stay and shrink away, we're like the sand and sea&lt;br /&gt;the soundtrack of our lives together plays on repeat&lt;br /&gt;but your entertainment system broke and your song only plays deceit&lt;br /&gt;I’m the furthest that I’ve ever roamed without a thinking cap&lt;br /&gt;I can’t recall how to get home; it’s you who read the maps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my prison and I’m serving a life sentence&lt;br /&gt;ego clashes with truth, you reject my repentance&lt;br /&gt;You think I’ll forget your hands and how your mouth tastes&lt;br /&gt;Regenerate my smile once you are misplaced&lt;br /&gt;You drive my climate and weather, like force from the sun&lt;br /&gt;I could never deny the truth; you’re my only home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love as foundation and hearts raging with fire&lt;br /&gt;We can confront every life and never expire&lt;br /&gt;You say you can’t revolutionize, but it's what you allow&lt;br /&gt;Let tear pain from its core with you, so we can live from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can’t see eye to eye but I will rise up on my toes&lt;br /&gt;if you bend your knees a little, while still standing tall&lt;br /&gt;we can’t see eye to eye but I will climb your mind’s mountains&lt;br /&gt;if you aid my fingers and catch me when I fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-8677967173601662003?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/8677967173601662003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=8677967173601662003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/8677967173601662003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/8677967173601662003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-he.html' title='i used to live in france'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037172616196845770.post-2284101364590454179</id><published>2008-09-25T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:12:46.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>i was blessed to meet a friend that helped me learn of truth and love. someone that helped me discover bits of self i couldn't previously access. every conversation we had was raw, and we loved and expressed ourselves with no expectation or judgment.  their words are infinite.  among many other things, they once told me the following and i carry it every day and smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Megan, tell me the most painful story &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;as &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do bid peace to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;owns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a bunch of words that make my brain smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It might feel good&lt;br /&gt;It might sound a lil' something&lt;br /&gt;But fuck the game&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't sayin' nothing"&lt;br /&gt;-He Got Game by Public Enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Yes I know my enemies. They're the teachers who taught me to fight me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Know Your Enemy by Rage Against The Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="quoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types : male/male, male/female or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing half."&lt;br /&gt;-Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care."&lt;br /&gt;- Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"From now on, I'll connect the dots my own way.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Watterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;“There’s only one instant, and it’s right now, and it’s eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;-Waking Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Ani DiFranco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"All I can do is be me, whoever that is."&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-M.C. Escher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You can choose to say, "Good Morning God" or "Good God, morning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First in Flight by Blackalicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"I know where I'm going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Muhammad Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many Albert Einstein quotes I love.. Here is one of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-2284101364590454179?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/2284101364590454179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=2284101364590454179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/2284101364590454179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/2284101364590454179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/09/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037172616196845770.post-8703935852443092324</id><published>2008-08-30T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:19:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q-tip</title><content type='html'>There once was a girl who was fearful of people hurting her feelings. I guess many people are scared of being hurt but some deal with it in ways that eventually damage what really means the most to them, for instance,  'hurting people before they can get hurt'. It's a silly way to think about things although sometimes it takes a while for people to learn that there are wonderful ways of building fruitful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the girl.  She figured if she could put up a tough disguise she would be impervious to emotional pain.  A wonderful man fell in love with this girl and made her a mix CD. She liked the mix CD...It had lovely romantic songs with pretty lyrics that spoke of the things that enable butterflies to develop colour.&lt;br /&gt;Although she thought it was sweet, she didn't really 'hear' the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see there is a difference between listening to something and really hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl acted foolishly, not caring about the wonderful man or his own feelings, sleeping on life and writing the same terrible stories for many years, eventually losing the wonderful man because of her foolish actions. It wasn't until she realised that she got more out of being emotionally open, honest and faithful to her love that she decided to start cleaning her ears daily so she could pay attention to and hear important messages properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she could truly hear those beautiful songs and what the man meant by sharing those songs with her.  Although the man was no longer a part of her life in the way that she would have hoped, she did learn a valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean your ears everyday! Get rid of the gunk that is in the way of the truth and don't only listen to muffled noises but clearly HEAR messages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The wonderful thing is that it isn't ever to late to clean your ears out. (it also feels really good!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-8703935852443092324?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/8703935852443092324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=8703935852443092324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/8703935852443092324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/8703935852443092324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2008/07/try-to-forget-whats-in-past-tomorrow-is.html' title='q-tip'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</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-1037172616196845770.post-9030710473806921752</id><published>2006-12-08T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:49:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laced It</title><content type='html'>Religious intolerance born off ignorant assumptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke and prod through your wires trying to find the malfunctions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t breathe in sync with them, you’re dancing to your own rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging your way out of conditioning trying to seek your own wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They resemble ghosts without closure walking through weary walls getting livid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride all night, no helmet, brain exposed, surroundings so vivid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can shake their head in disgust but the accusations of another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make up for what they lack; you’ve got the love of your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some base identities on contacts passing through from offshore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting their pictures through their albums, dropping names to build rapport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could play familiar game, feed you more lies to keep you lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ride with habit of perspective even if your tone gets shifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many live on their knees a small percentage search for truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave with their heads hung in shame, it’s black and rotted like my tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a pawn on the board is restricting in position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can make it past superior pieces if you only look or listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow your tongue and choke or roll it out and send some noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn yourself and look for light cos’ negativity destroys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t become tangled in a web, living life through a TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t identify with that world, Big Brother isn’t watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and picture a world where time becomes abolished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See confusion without routine, so many minds are malnourished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approached by a man with a bible, rifled with words he couldn’t define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sparked he could hear the trickle of Jesus turning water into wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a woman beaming with satisfaction she could not conceal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt upper hand on a man digging through the trash for a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some open minds, mostly closed doors and society is still complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we display papers of marriage so we’re deemed as having sacred sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a slave to a wage they’re chasing dreams and robbing chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk their journey without make up ‘cos they’re chasing pay advances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mourning process for a parent’s death now resembles roulette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where children are players waiting for a ball to rest, land them with assets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money comes power, but power should be heeding warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos your Mercedes will not save you from the affects of global warming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037172616196845770-9030710473806921752?l=m0tita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/feeds/9030710473806921752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037172616196845770&amp;postID=9030710473806921752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/9030710473806921752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037172616196845770/posts/default/9030710473806921752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0tita.blogspot.com/2006/12/laced-it_08.html' title='Laced It'/><author><name>my daily dinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619518593732709611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
