<?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-8931332777943401546</id><updated>2011-09-29T20:26:39.586-07:00</updated><category term='christianity'/><category term='second life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='poem'/><category term='matrix'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='diablo'/><category term='3d'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='death'/><category term='religion'/><category term='writings'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='diablo 3'/><category term='games'/><category term='dream'/><category term='christ'/><category term='3d world'/><category term='game'/><category term='letters'/><category term='love'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Scribbled Words by John</title><subtitle type='html'>I hate writing but I write, because there are words I would dare not spill, Vicious words with the intent to kill, Scribbled words only my hand would dare to speak.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-1838969080265996226</id><published>2011-04-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:44:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fear No One</title><content type='html'>You may not be my size but I will fight you coz I fear no one.&lt;br /&gt;I may be your bestfriend but I can be your worst enemy and your worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I may be kind but I am willing to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Confront me, I will torture you so you will remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-1838969080265996226?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1838969080265996226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-fear-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1838969080265996226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1838969080265996226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-fear-no-one.html' title='I Fear No One'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-5275343865255505569</id><published>2011-04-26T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:52:31.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ghostly Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is much more than a scary nightmare i think, a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;nd here how it goes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in college where we were all filled with a lot of problems, including unfinished projects, daily quizzes, weekly tests/exams.  All of these were really stressful for students like me who is pressured to work hard.  Even at these times I still manage to have a relationship with a cute girl who is a year younger than me and looks like a student from an elementary school, cute ain't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home tired from working hard on finishing projects at school and studying for exams at the same time.   As always I sleep in the afternoon to recover from the draining work.  When I'm trying to fall to sleep, I always feel strange, The air seems to be so cold and I felt I wasn’t alone.  I try to ask myself, am I hallucinating? am I crazy? or I'm just too overworked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sleep sideways as always,  I am so damn tired and I can barely move so I took a peak at my side only to find out that there was really something/someone beside me.  First I saw two small feet, a white cloth then a dark hair and I can hear her breathing.   I'm too tired to move, I couldn’t even scream, finally I stood up, she disappeared and still I feel drowsy so I got back to sleep.   I realized maybe i just missed someone that is why it came to a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a normal boy in a relationship, my girlfriend and I were dating as usual; eating, spending time together.  Maybe this was already to much for me to miss her.  So I believe I wont fall for a girl in a dream again.  Another strange and tiring day came, I fall fast asleep, good thing my brother was in the room to watch over me.  While he was playing games on my computer I was sleeping.  Suddenly I had a hard time breathing, I was gasping for air and I felt like I was choking.  As I try to reach out to my neck,  I felt a hand was grabbing me.  I was trying to pull them away and looked up to see my assailant only to see my brother's face in wide eyes and grinny teeth choking me.  I tried to scream for help but no words came out, I saw my brother was still playing the computer but he can't hear me.   This confused me for a while and asked myself who is th real assailant and who is my real brother.  The pressure on my neck slowly died down and for the last time I looked at my assailant's face slowly fading away, it was the little girl draped in white and crying in tears.  I asked myself, what have I done to her, why would she even use the image of my brother.  Is she jealous of me because I have a girlfriend? Maybe she can’t accept the fact that it is impossible for me to be with her, that's why killing me was the only solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mother usually says, most people were not born alone in this world.  People may have a twin in the parallel world(spiritual) and he/she always watches over you.  I believe so, most of the time they can be your guardian, sometimes they can be your death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-5275343865255505569?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5275343865255505569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghostly-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/5275343865255505569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/5275343865255505569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghostly-affair.html' title='A Ghostly Affair'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-1479110291266660255</id><published>2011-04-26T11:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:36:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend's Warning</title><content type='html'>It was june 19, 2007 tuesday at exactly 8:am in the morning.  I woke up crying, my tears were not of sorrow but of hapiness, my emotions were mixed.  I jast had a dream… &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dream i saw myself walking in a familiar street when suddenly a familiar face passed by me… I grabbed him by the arm and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Bai, kumsta? Asa naman ka run?"(Hey, how are you? Where have you been?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.   His face was so familiar, his eyes, nose and hair, he was almost real as if it wasn't a dream.  I recognized him and I was very happy to see his face again, he was one of my best friends in 3rd grade.  He smiled back at me, nodded and responded with not an answer but a warning &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mag-ingat ka bai, maligsan ka, mawala imung nawong, malapit na tayo magkita."&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be careful my friend something bad might happen to you on this day, you will have an accident, you will lose your face, I will see you soon&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;.  His message was clear to me and I believed in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up smiling remembering how my friend looked like.  I was really happy to see him again but I was really sad at the same time, since he was a friend who passed away 11 years ago.  To me he was my angel, I thanked him for the warning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On  that day I was absent at school for no reason and my parents didn't believe me when I told them the story.  I just stayed at home doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P. Ret, Thanks for the warning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on June 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-1479110291266660255?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1479110291266660255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1479110291266660255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1479110291266660255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/warning.html' title='A Friend&apos;s Warning'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-1013951151926620843</id><published>2011-04-26T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:00:44.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Philosophy in Fighting</title><content type='html'>It is better to loose a bloody battle than to fail a Master by disobedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-1013951151926620843?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1013951151926620843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-philosophy-in-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1013951151926620843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1013951151926620843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-philosophy-in-fighting.html' title='My Philosophy in Fighting'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-3330503829212132242</id><published>2011-04-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:26:13.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reason for Fighting</title><content type='html'>I did not fight to fulfill my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But to fulfill the dreams of my grandfathers&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the will to fight&lt;br /&gt;But I do have the will to obey&lt;br /&gt;My grandfathers may have left this world&lt;br /&gt;But have left behind their power&lt;br /&gt;Within me their blood runs through my veins&lt;br /&gt;And with their great faith in God they have shared to me&lt;br /&gt;These gifts and talents, which I believe I should return the favor&lt;br /&gt;By fulfilling their dreams that have been long unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-3330503829212132242?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3330503829212132242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-reason-for-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3330503829212132242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3330503829212132242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-reason-for-fighting.html' title='My Reason for Fighting'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-497272565539750440</id><published>2011-04-26T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:58:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 6 Rules of Fighting</title><content type='html'>1. ”Always follow what the master says no matter how impossible it may seem.”&lt;br /&gt;2. “Always do your best in everything you do.”&lt;br /&gt;3. “Never show your opponent your weaknesses.”&lt;br /&gt;4. “Always try to remove an opponent’s advantages.”&lt;br /&gt;5. “When you are in a disadvantage position protect yourself while waiting for a mistake to happen and try to escape.”&lt;br /&gt;6. “Last but not the least scratch your head, smile and accept defeat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-497272565539750440?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/497272565539750440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-6-rules-of-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/497272565539750440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/497272565539750440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-6-rules-of-fighting.html' title='My 6 Rules of Fighting'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-4243956950216732933</id><published>2011-04-26T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:27:48.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlled by Unreality</title><content type='html'>my life moves towards a vision which my body could not resist and my mind could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;a part of me fears to face the fact and consequences that may happen or i would make during my self building process but the rest of me moves freely and act accordingly to what i should do and they are believing while i don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that my body has been controlled by my dreams because my heart believes that dreams are true. therefore i ask are our dreams the future? before i answer “YES, the future are our dreams!” i have to experience it myself to believe by reaching to the point of what i have dreamt of while my foot is standing on the ground of reality with my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on December 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-4243956950216732933?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-1152860397960201285</id><published>2011-04-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:53:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Keeps Waiting...</title><content type='html'>All these words written,&lt;br /&gt;feelings i keep eating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only a heart speaks,&lt;br /&gt;it's only you it seeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart of forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;your love is it's only weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For long I thought the heart could easily burn,&lt;br /&gt;but for you it waits until you return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;but can be forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps waiting,&lt;br /&gt;let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-1152860397960201285?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1152860397960201285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1152860397960201285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1152860397960201285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting.html' title='My Heart Keeps Waiting...'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-970983260891667086</id><published>2011-04-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:49:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Dismay</title><content type='html'>My dreams were lost but with you a dream was newly found.&lt;br /&gt;When you were still dreaming while i’m here dying, wishing I was not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I’ll say goodbye and flee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you happy now coz you’re free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How stupid to let love leave, in exchange &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreaming of a new love you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I could take the pain more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a day, a week, a month or year i’m not really sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather go than stay&lt;br /&gt;afterall i wasn’t the prince of your heart’s throne anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel how dreams eats the love&lt;br /&gt;like crows scavenging on the meat of a dead dove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart now is steel cold and pale&lt;br /&gt;love after all isn’t a great fairy tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a dismay&lt;br /&gt;how sad to end a long love story this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dismay'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6168141718909048298</id><published>2011-04-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T05:53:17.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Killer Hidden</title><content type='html'>A smile so kind, so generous, so loving, a man on the good side&lt;br /&gt;behind all these, eager of something, a killer deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands made of steel,&lt;br /&gt;heart willing to kill.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind and body is it's weapon with a skill of the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;it's fingers ready to break a bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks at you like a frozen ice,&lt;br /&gt;even his bare hands could slice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swiftness of its motion, the quick reflexes and strikes so powerful,&lt;br /&gt;not even willing to loose but only a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knife on the hand could cause disease,&lt;br /&gt;his strikes so critical causing paralysis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blow in the head could cause your brain to shake,&lt;br /&gt;no mercy he has even for god’s sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his angels have been forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;what you see now is the demon that was long hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006&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/8931332777943401546-6168141718909048298?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-5593901309979040146</id><published>2011-04-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:38:27.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Die is a Blessing</title><content type='html'>before you say a word i would like to ask you “kill me i would like to die”&lt;br /&gt;stories you say that you are proud to tell me of i only wish it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know each time you speak i remember your memories and the ones you had shared them with&lt;br /&gt;and the things i hate so much but you once did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times you have fallen into a trap&lt;br /&gt;i only wish for once in your life “can you listen to me, shut your mouth and stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once remembered you’ll leave me coz you’re out to spend time with them&lt;br /&gt;while here i am sleeping, thinking, and waiting again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you are always out spending plenty of time and having fun&lt;br /&gt;here i am collecting dust and hiding from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only wish a man like me could easily cry&lt;br /&gt;but i would rather let you take a knife and kill me coz its a blessing to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than hear the words that causes my heart to bleed and my brain to shuffle&lt;br /&gt;remembering the names i do not want to recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing your eager eyes wanting to tell&lt;br /&gt;about the names i do not even want to spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all in pain&lt;br /&gt;is this what you mean to love in vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Blessing'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-8041038046263867342</id><published>2011-04-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:38:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings I Can’t Forget</title><content type='html'>i remember you beside me but you feel far away&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i wish you would love me someday&lt;br /&gt;i remember you who always cried&lt;br /&gt;i remember the feeling of how my love was denied&lt;br /&gt;i remember the times we keep watching the stars&lt;br /&gt;i remember it as your way of hiding your scars&lt;br /&gt;i remember the feeling of being betrayed&lt;br /&gt;i remember i was used, abused and just being played&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling you “please stop and forget”&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling you “you shouldn’t regret”&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i have seen you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;i remember how happy i am to see your hidden beauty&lt;br /&gt;behind those pouty lips and teary eyes i did not know&lt;br /&gt;there is a beauty deep inside you long to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-8041038046263867342?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8041038046263867342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/feelings-i-cant-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/8041038046263867342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/8041038046263867342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/feelings-i-cant-forget.html' title='Feelings I Can’t Forget'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6894626352291166268</id><published>2011-04-26T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:19:11.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>You are Still in a Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IMwicDgzg4/TbgW6KWGjBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BXVXwOG6xwY/s1600/Hand_in_hand_with_death_by_Ragnhildcharly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IMwicDgzg4/TbgW6KWGjBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BXVXwOG6xwY/s400/Hand_in_hand_with_death_by_Ragnhildcharly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600251325100493842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating in a winter cold night,&lt;br /&gt;an eerie feeling you wanted to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of your house made of wood,&lt;br /&gt;someone whispers your name, a man in a black hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the window he drew closer and closer,&lt;br /&gt;you ran fast as you can to a road of forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed by the hand you start to freeze,&lt;br /&gt;hand of disease, the hood, the face of death it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought hard struggling to get free,&lt;br /&gt;you woke up to see reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a whisper, calling out your name,&lt;br /&gt;look its just an open window pane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, its your name he starts to spell,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the cold breeze, the sound of the wind, you couldn't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whispers louder now behind you,&lt;br /&gt;you turned around afraid if what you heard is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An obscure black shape with a hollow voice it says &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey &lt;b&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/b&gt; you are still in a nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;---Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6894626352291166268?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6894626352291166268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6894626352291166268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6894626352291166268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/nightmare.html' title='You are Still in a Nightmare!'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IMwicDgzg4/TbgW6KWGjBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BXVXwOG6xwY/s72-c/Hand_in_hand_with_death_by_Ragnhildcharly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-5475858948173390157</id><published>2011-04-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:38:04.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Just a Word</title><content type='html'>love turns a simple beauty to perfection&lt;br /&gt;love is a beauty beyond expectation&lt;br /&gt;love is a beauty beyond what your eyes have only seen&lt;br /&gt;love is completely what your heart is feeling&lt;br /&gt;love is like a dream feelings of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;love is a fairy tale turned to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never a doubt love makes you blind&lt;br /&gt;because its a hidden treasure its not just easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-5475858948173390157?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5475858948173390157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-than-just-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/5475858948173390157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/5475858948173390157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-than-just-word.html' title='More Than Just a Word'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-2617197530406901949</id><published>2011-04-26T10:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:44:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Sometimes</title><content type='html'>sometimes its better far but thinking happily about you&lt;br /&gt;than here i am close but feeling empty beside you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better that i suffer crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;than for you to be under an ill condition&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better alone and just think&lt;br /&gt;than being with you and only i get is a wink&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better to be blind&lt;br /&gt;than see the truth behind&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better that you should lie&lt;br /&gt;than too be break my heart and die&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better that the truth be told&lt;br /&gt;than keeping painful secrets until we grow old&lt;br /&gt;but for me to hear you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that i should rather die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-2617197530406901949?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/2617197530406901949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/thinking-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/2617197530406901949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/2617197530406901949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/thinking-sometimes.html' title='Thinking Sometimes'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-8235086812626722060</id><published>2011-04-26T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:45:20.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>a time waisted&lt;br /&gt;a time only tears i have tasted&lt;br /&gt;a time of cold shoulders&lt;br /&gt;a time where ther were borders&lt;br /&gt;a time with a faint smile and a feather’s kiss&lt;br /&gt;a time of a great moment we miss&lt;br /&gt;a time without love&lt;br /&gt;a time where there are no stars above&lt;br /&gt;a time of sorrow and regret&lt;br /&gt;a time how i wish i could forget&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; 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courage, an amulet of hope,&lt;br /&gt;A heart of a lion, a warrior blessed by the pope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The devil whispers every demonic name&lt;br /&gt;waking monstrosities from hell, breaking the chains of shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are deaf with the march of the sinned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flapping of wings the gnawing of crooked teeth, footsteps like thunder they fly like the wind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scraping of graves, the walking of the undead&lt;br /&gt;the dark catacombs now have been emptied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hideous laughter starts echoing&lt;br /&gt;his massive army of terror excited of winning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked, I tapped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand moved freely striking swiftly the enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One by one body starts kneeling then heads fall, rolling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful weapons combined by fierce skills&lt;br /&gt;Counting the number of kills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down 999 more to go&lt;br /&gt;Blood everywhere, on the ground, on water they will continue to flow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weapon stained with blood starts dripping&lt;br /&gt;The warrior's heartbeat starts racing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of killing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy of winning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his visions blurry&lt;br /&gt;The face of the enemy he can still see clearly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the game begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;---Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PtN-IeUaj5g?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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Begin'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtJgpT2wU9g/TbgguLinRtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qvy7ZRcW7ms/s72-c/Barbarian_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-716464520147064596</id><published>2011-04-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:37:51.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Beyond Expectation</title><content type='html'>The beauty unseen in the midst of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;The beauty i could never be proud&lt;br /&gt;The beauty below what i imagined&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that made my point of view ruined&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that made my blind eye see&lt;br /&gt;The beauty i expect not to be&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that changed my world&lt;br /&gt;The beauty i was never told&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that made my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that made frozen ice heat&lt;br /&gt;The beaty that made me fly like a dove&lt;br /&gt;The beauty, only i could ever love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-716464520147064596?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/716464520147064596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-beyond-expectation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Touch</title><content type='html'>as she lay to sleep her head securely rested over the biceps of my left arm&lt;br /&gt;her face as beautiful and innocent as a child’s while her right cheek resting on my left chest&lt;br /&gt;i carefully combed her hair with my right hand brushing her hair repeatedly every stroke with care&lt;br /&gt;running my fingers up to the last strands of her silky long black hair&lt;br /&gt;i kissed her well defined forehead like a father does to his daughter before put to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and also her stump nose that didn’t grow with her age still cute and small&lt;br /&gt;a kiss that meant father’s love and a father’s care&lt;br /&gt;as i carefully slid my hands into her shirt getting a firm hold of her hips&lt;br /&gt;amazed by its beauty and perfection my hands ran on the liquid contour of her body&lt;br /&gt;crawling to a bridge of muscles and bones until i reached her nape&lt;br /&gt;sliding slowly so now her head is well rested on my hand&lt;br /&gt;her body now fully rested her backbone and shoulder blades tightly fits&lt;br /&gt;the muscles in my right arm laying her down like a baby on one arm.&lt;br /&gt;a winter’s frozen kiss she slowly responds everything now is summer heat but still her eyes is into sleep&lt;br /&gt;everything happened smoothly like things were expected to&lt;br /&gt;like two liquid elements in a beaker&lt;br /&gt;kept sliding and rolling drowning then floating, tight and no space in between&lt;br /&gt;her bed now became a monstrous enormous sea engulfing us in between&lt;br /&gt;drowning animals fighting to get to the top catching for air&lt;br /&gt;like tigers and dragons chasing it’s tails turning and spinning&lt;br /&gt;both of us predators at the same time a prey&lt;br /&gt;my arms took the form of a dragon’s tail like a snake that had caught its prey entangling, squeezing the enemy&lt;br /&gt;almost breaking every bone while fangs are embedded to the kneck, the tiger roaring helplessly&lt;br /&gt;almost breathless its catlike claws digging deep into the reptilian skin a heat and burning sensation i felt.&lt;br /&gt;i slid gently the key of love into the lock of chastity leading to the gates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;tightening of flesh and the fever heat inside flopping friction of skin to skin burning&lt;br /&gt;with every stroke rolled a thunder sending vibrations in our body, thousand lightnings strucked tingling every senses&lt;br /&gt;until we reached the top of the sky, light from the heaven blinding us,a moan of death an instant paralysis for a moment&lt;br /&gt;sending us falling down quickly pulled by the gravity of earth’s core from heaven to the hot lavas of hell&lt;br /&gt;the dragon’s dead as well as the tiger motionless and breathless both struggled to get free&lt;br /&gt;of one another but under the love of god thunders and lightings ended both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;the shine of the sun had forced open my eyes telling me to wake up from a restless dream&lt;br /&gt;too tired to wake up a pricking pain, the burning sensation awakened me similar to the pain i felt from a dream&lt;br /&gt;god damn i got scratched by a cat but a cat was knowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;then a hand on the shoulder a familiar sweet voice whispers near my ear&lt;br /&gt;“GOOD MORNING MY LOVE” as the sun rises and its rays getting brighter&lt;br /&gt;and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-4401904621830877984?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4401904621830877984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/dragons-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>how painful it is to hear songs&lt;br /&gt;that once became a man’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have once made a choice&lt;br /&gt;choosing someone who is in need of my love was stupid&lt;br /&gt;because i never knew if it is worth the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make her happy hoping for her to love me in return&lt;br /&gt;betrayal is what i get it made me sob in tears&lt;br /&gt;too late for her to realize i already loved her&lt;br /&gt;when my heart cracked open and wouldn’t stop from bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be with her in the daylight was my greatest and happiest moment&lt;br /&gt;because there were no shadows&lt;br /&gt;to be with her at night was my worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;tears and endless cries would flood the balcony&lt;br /&gt;lurking shadows of the past whispering&lt;br /&gt;demons cluttering around&lt;br /&gt;and ghostly white silhouettes would past between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman’s painful memories&lt;br /&gt;one man’s torn flesh&lt;br /&gt;living,loving while decaying in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to forget the past is to carve it on the rocks with bare hands&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all behind still the pain was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy took the ugly duckling because he knows&lt;br /&gt;someday it will become a beautiful swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with faint smile the boy watched innocently as a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful moth emerged from the cocoon that&lt;br /&gt;once was the uggliest creeping creature a leech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first stupid choice i made&lt;br /&gt;so many sacrifices i did&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of love&lt;br /&gt;blood and tears i continue to shed&lt;br /&gt;all these things i didn’t regret&lt;br /&gt;because with her the incomparable sweet love is what i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this words i wrote&lt;br /&gt;hoping to forget the once painful past&lt;br /&gt;and for my scars to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you i feel new again&lt;br /&gt;with you i was reborn&lt;br /&gt;with you i am who i am&lt;br /&gt;because you showed me the new you&lt;br /&gt;someone i never knew before&lt;br /&gt;and to leave behind of what was you&lt;br /&gt;somehow have eased the pain&lt;br /&gt;and made me love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6358721730864219943?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6358721730864219943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-does-not-count-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Rose, whose sweetness grace and beauty is for me.&lt;br /&gt;A rose that is hard to get&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be hurt first before you can get it&lt;br /&gt;But you need to find ways to have it without being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their thorns which seems to be her only protection&lt;br /&gt;Against those who may cause her harm&lt;br /&gt;But for those who are gentle and sincere&lt;br /&gt;She offers nothing but charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of mystic and magnetism&lt;br /&gt;Engulfs every curve of her petals&lt;br /&gt;Irrisistably captivating,drowning you into fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Tantalizing you into the fold of her arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-4352522435066106199?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-914553154587758022</id><published>2011-04-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:39:08.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Poem#1 - I am The Sun</title><content type='html'>I am the sun, the sun that shines for her.&lt;br /&gt;The sun which gives a big smile for her everyday&lt;br /&gt;And my light, lightens her feelings&lt;br /&gt;To set a good mood each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sun, every time I rise&lt;br /&gt;Plants a little kiss on her cheek&lt;br /&gt;And she blossoms like a flower&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance and color everyone I showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun who takes good care of her&lt;br /&gt;And because of her beauty and grace&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired to often give my&lt;br /&gt;Very best rays.&lt;div 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Sun'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-4567102912049096311</id><published>2011-04-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:49:26.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I take you home?</title><content type='html'>How can I take you home? How I wish you were smaller than I think so I can put you inside my pocket and take you home…How I wish I could be with you 24/7 like a bodyguard. How I wish everyday of my life you are there always beside me so I can protect you from all the things you fear. I can’t take it any more I will find a way to be with you always and take you home! I love you! I want to be with you everyday of my life every minute, every second. How is that possible to happen when there is still a need for me to go home too bad I have always been that Cinderella Man who can not go later than midnight. How I wish I could stay longer with you not just for a night or for years but for eternity. I’m sick and tired of this the pain you always felt. It has eaten my flesh already. It is more painful than you think when everything I wish to do would always be a failure, and would not happen because it is still not yet possible. Why can’t they understand? How can I make them feel the pain you feel? Are they just too self-righteous or are they just too selfish? We will have to wait… but time is too slow I can not wait any longer. I just want to take it all away those fears, your worries, those tears you shed every time I say goodnight. How I wish I have the power enough to crush and burn all the things you hate and fear! So that you have nothing to worry about! Too much of that fiction! Reality is what we have here! Let us face the truth they are there and we are here! We will face them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that is all I want to say… I need you that’s all I want you to know… you’re pretty face is always inside my mind and my heart. I love you! Still we will have to wait… Fuck time! I hate this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question that I would always ask every time I say goodbye to you! I have always wished things would happen my way! If that would be possible then things would be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you out of that corridor waving that lonely goodbye and wearing that faint smile always made my heart sank! I love you beb help me find a way to make it possible. I can not take this anymore! The thought of you alone makes my heart bleed shattering my emotions. I don not want you alone there anymore! I know you hate it. That is why I have always been here for you! I have come for you, here to take you home!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moved from my Friendster blog, written on October 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-4567102912049096311?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4567102912049096311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-i-take-you-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/4567102912049096311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/4567102912049096311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-i-take-you-home.html' title='How can I take you home?'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6667866774563126784</id><published>2010-05-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:49:46.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Worst Thing That'll happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What's the worst thing that'll happens to a student is to stop dreaming after getting a degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the worst thing after getting a degree is to work in the same level with people who has no degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's era is not about what you have accomplished at school but what you can accomplish at present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In real life degree doesn't count, money does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6667866774563126784?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6667866774563126784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-worst-thing-thatll-happen.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6667866774563126784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6667866774563126784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-worst-thing-thatll-happen.html' title='What&apos;s the Worst Thing That&apos;ll happen'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6678267824022415067</id><published>2009-10-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:26:54.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish I Could Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poshlifeposhstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/crying-man-203x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 300px;" src="http://poshlifeposhstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/crying-man-203x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt a something in you heart so painful that you wish you were heartless so you will never feel the pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you you ever felt crying but not a single tear would come out and you wish your heart will drown from the inner tears you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt being useless and you wish you didn't even exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt being taken for granted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a comedian telling jokes but you only get a smirk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a clown in the park making fun of himself yet nobody enjoys it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a lover showing affection and yet you only get hurt back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I could only type the tears but I couldn't show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I was numb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I was dumb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I'll just . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6678267824022415067?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6678267824022415067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i-wish-i-could-cry.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6678267824022415067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6678267824022415067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i-wish-i-could-cry.html' title='How I wish I Could Cry'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6245011892502362385</id><published>2009-09-30T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:35:22.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrix'/><title type='text'>A Perfect World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/virtual-reality-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reporter.mcgill.ca/wp-content/uploads/4113-ac-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 395px;" src="http://reporter.mcgill.ca/wp-content/uploads/4113-ac-earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_2009_07_14__04_58_50/globe_1.jpg862C88EE-663A-4876-BEE9812D3350E36A.jpgLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever thought of a perfect world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever thought of living in this world, perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well to start, we all know the world has never been perfect since the beginning of time.   Geometrically speaking, The world was never a perfect sphere and it continues to evolve up until now, changing not for the better though, but for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As time goes by, each change in every generation brings both good and bad effect.  Although technology brought advantages that may have helped people in many ways, making things easier and faster on the other hand, most of them have affected us mentally and socially.  Technology such as; computers, video games and home entertainment systems made us unaware of the fact that it has been controlling us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the following paragraphs, I will show you how technology would affect us greatly and totally change our lifestyle in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.elephantjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/picture-470.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know everyone is familiar with the movie Matrix, let me ask you one question? do you know how close we are to this reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everybody might not be aware of this but I think a few years from now, Virtual reality will become our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will show you 3 reasons to believe that we are getting close to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Check out this Wii2 game console conceptualized by Nintendo.  With the application of brain wave technology we can control everything with just our brain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l261/bahimas/nin_wii2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is the center of the nervous system,close to the primary sensory apparatus of vision, hearing, balance, taste, and smell.  Brains control behavior either by activating muscles, or by causing secretion of chemicals such as hormones. With it we are capable of extracting information from the environment and acting in response to it.  In short our brain controls everything which can be stimulated by many factors.  Stimulating a brain alone allows us to feel all 5 senses as though it was real eventhough we haven't actually felt it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Remember when you see a food, you drool coz you know how it would taste, you would never touch a torch coz you know it's hot and it hurts and you would never jump off the building coz you know what death is,  eventhough you haven't actually experienced it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there a time when you felt your dream was real?  There are cases when you have felt falling off or dying in a dream and suddenly you wake up believing it was real, correct? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our brain alone allows us to feel all senses without even actually doing anything but just thinking of it, so a virtual simulation is really possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. What if we use this brain wave technology to login to a three dimensional world, a world that is virtually perfect for us.  Think about second life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SsNIDJRX7mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s7DmXgwjmNw/s400/secondlife_main_485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387228798130843234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Second Life (SL) is a virtual world developed by Linden Lab that launched on June 23, 2003 and is accessible via the Internet. It enables its users, called Residents, to interact with each other through avatars. Residents can explore, meet other residents, socialize, participate in individual and group activities, and create and trade virtual property and services with one another, or travel throughout the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In this world we become what we always wanted to be, perfect no flaws, no imperfections and without disabilities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As of now 7 out of 10 people are online browsing the internet and community sites and that includes both you and me. Time will come 100% of our world's population are sitting in their homes connected through a network and enjoying a life in the virtual world. Sooner or later everyone will live by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/virtual-reality-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Three dimensional models nowadays are becoming so real that it becomes hard to identify the real thing from the digitally designed and created object.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wtv4bsLWvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wtv4bsLWvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So if you are connected to a virtual world mimicing reality close to 100%, it would really be hard to wake up from this man made illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SsSQmaqyaSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XYrl71D55bg/s1600-h/earth3d.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SsSQmaqyaSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XYrl71D55bg/s400/earth3d.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387590043910170914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reporter.mcgill.ca/wp-content/uploads/4113-ac-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reporter.mcgill.ca/wp-content/uploads/4113-ac-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reporter.mcgill.ca/wp-content/uploads/4113-ac-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6245011892502362385?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6245011892502362385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6245011892502362385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6245011892502362385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-world.html' title='A Perfect World'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SsNIDJRX7mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s7DmXgwjmNw/s72-c/secondlife_main_485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-3523616376431315365</id><published>2009-05-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:42:29.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Friendship or Business?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grain.org/front_files/shake-hands-bsp-fta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.grain.org/front_files/shake-hands-bsp-fta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Base on my experience, It's hard to deal business with close friends because sometimes they would use friendship as a reason to delay payment that will soon turn out to be a debt.  Or they would buy something from you that they become unsatisfied of, ruining your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand it's rather easier to make friends through business, where both of you create a mutual relationship between customer and seller.  Customers just come and go, that's the good thing about it, no emotional attachment or anything but once they become close enough, they become real friends, it becomes a cycle.  They delay payment that turns out to be an unpaid debt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-3523616376431315365?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3523616376431315365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship-or-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3523616376431315365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3523616376431315365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship-or-business.html' title='Friendship or Business?'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-4563768124305226707</id><published>2009-05-14T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:25:44.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>My Thought Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/118424106_d34fe90154.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/118424106_d34fe90154.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A prisoner I am, imprisoned by my own thoughts and paranoid by intuition. I don't ever look back at memories, I always think of what I can do at present and what I can be in the future. I know how to make friends but only for a moment because it's quite hard to get emotionally attached that it might be too difficult to take away.  Yes I'm a jolly and cheerful person but I bring the image of fear and darkness so others would keep their distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been used, I've been had and I've been criticized.  And now I'm always on my guard and never put it down.  The fact that people can be instruments, it's either we use them or they use us, a player or a pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are no different from a parasite, they suck blood out of you, they use you for their own benefits, they become totally dependent.  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cursor: pointer; vertical-align: middle; width: auto;" id="seolinx-tooltip-close" title="close"&gt;&lt;img src="chrome://seoquake/content/skin/close.gif" /&gt;&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/8931332777943401546-4563768124305226707?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4563768124305226707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thought-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/4563768124305226707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/4563768124305226707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thought-prison.html' title='My Thought Prison'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-1406659367561644626</id><published>2009-04-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:51:48.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christ'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Crucifixion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everyscreen.com/photos_07/PassionOfTheChrist_2004_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://everyscreen.com/photos_07/PassionOfTheChrist_2004_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think Jesus Christ was crucified?  do you believe he was crucified to save mankind alone?  No I don't think so, God is the ultimate being, he can make things happen and make things not happen, but why would he allow his son to suffer a brutal death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, he let this happen to save him from the sins of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest mistake God has ever made was creating his son in human flesh. Being a man alone is a sin, engulfed by so much feelings and emotions. Jesus was nurtured by his mother with these things and grew up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have created man in his own image and likeness but he made man &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rational Being&lt;/span&gt;s, in which man thinks and moves base on the decision he makes, where man's decision would base on his feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big difference between God and man is, God never cries, God never bleeds and God never dies.  That's why God is able to create and destroy anything without question, and he doesn't even know how it feels to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus grew old he leaned more being a man, God was quite aware of that and was afraid that he would be as sinful as them.  Just like man Jesus is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotional Being&lt;/span&gt;, he can be able to show a strong passion of emotion, appreciation, displeasure, even hostility, considered to be one of the sinful acts of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how he got angry with the Pharasees for refusing even to help a sick one on the Sabbath, remember he got angry at the vendors who were committing sacrilege in the temple.  There were many times Jesus became emotional and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passion and emotion Jesus have shown with man, In God's eyes it was sinful.  That's why his own father allowed him to be crucified to death, To be punished, To vanish from the world of sinful beings but there was actually a greater reason behind all this brutality.  The truth is it was his affair with the Prostitute Mary Magdalene, in which he has shown a unique emotion beyond anger and hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like man, Jesus is also a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexual Being&lt;/span&gt;, he knew compassion, mercy, the tenderness of heart that turned out to be something different. . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, the greatest emotion a man could ever have but still in the eyes of God it was no different from the sinful acts of man.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-1406659367561644626?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1406659367561644626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-on-crucifixion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1406659367561644626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/1406659367561644626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-on-crucifixion.html' title='My Thoughts on Crucifixion'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-3829433144938730749</id><published>2009-04-27T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:24:15.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>For Your Eyes Only</title><content type='html'>A woman's body is just one of the great things that I truly appreciate.  An artist's work is a great expression of his emotion.  The beauty of it is a result of his evident love and devotion from his concealed thoughts and feelings which only his hands could express.   Every passionate stroke of his brush is like a caress to a woman's body, every drop of paint is like tears which gives color and life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like God they could create out of their image and likeness but their is only one thing missing, it could never thank you for giving her the life and could never give love in return.  A portrait of a woman is no different from a rock it cannot breathe, it cannot move, it cannot love. A man created something only his eyes could appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://irison.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_tx3tL63gQ/SH0_czrIr8I/AAAAAAAAARU/N2M2EQMm5p0/s1600/sky%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" height="792" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-3829433144938730749?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3829433144938730749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-your-eyes-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3829433144938730749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3829433144938730749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-your-eyes-only.html' title='For Your Eyes Only'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_tx3tL63gQ/SH0_czrIr8I/AAAAAAAAARU/N2M2EQMm5p0/s72-c/sky%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-402868655697560178</id><published>2009-04-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:08:20.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Letter of a Prodigal Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://alicenah.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/prodigaldaughter.jpg" alt="" height="364" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dad if I went away.  I have to face a greater responsibility.  I'm sorry if i have kept it to you for so long I am what you are right now.  I know how hard it is to loose someone you love, but I tell you the truth, you never lost anything there are things that i have just newly found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know things change, everything grows, things happen for a reason therefore I could not stay as a child no more.   I took away all the comforts in life that you have given me and have sacrificed myself to love and commitment.  Even though life is so hard right now i have to face the truth, be a man and be responsible of my acts.  You taught me well, you have brought me up well, you are truly the greatest dad and I am still your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away for a reason not rebellion.  Though things may still hurt like a piece of heart taken, I will return with a gift to heal your heartache, a new life that has been given to me, A new flesh only you could appreciate as you grow old, another weight you could carry with your arms until you cannot carry no more, another beauty you will love until you go blind.  Another face you will kiss and say "goodnight my little child".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-402868655697560178?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/402868655697560178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-of-prodigal-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/402868655697560178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/402868655697560178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-of-prodigal-son.html' title='Letter of a Prodigal Son'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-3230243528018331970</id><published>2009-04-27T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:08:20.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Breaking Chains, Seeing Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2447115387_2b5ec92f50.jpg?v=0" alt="" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of what i have become and have created myself to  fulfill the dreams of my grandfathers. I may have broken a few hearts to seek life and independence.  To break the chain of comforts that imprisoned me is to make a change in life and be different. I am no longer your child but a man who can stand on his own two feet, arms that could carry heavier burdens and eyes that could see how hard life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to vengeance, this ain't a violent revenge.  I just want you to realize that words can hurt sometimes even if you don't mean it,  Jokes that are half meant are but an insult.  I cry in pain but shed no tears and smirk to silence the sigh that felt like a rock in my heart.  I am proud of you for teaching me well; to be wise, to be honest and true, decent, loving, responsible, respectful and most of all be hardworking and independent.  Your teachings have paid off i'm sorry if I made a turn all of a sudden.  Like I said your jokes are but an insult, it was your words that pushed me out of the line and misdirected me, the words "Go away and have a life".  I'm sorry if you think I made a wrong turn or the wrong choice to tell you honestly everything happens for a reason, God may have made me to make the wrong choice so I could correct his mistakes and help those who he have left behind.  God use people to become his instruments and I am one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-3230243528018331970?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3230243528018331970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-chains-seeing-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3230243528018331970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/3230243528018331970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-chains-seeing-reality.html' title='Breaking Chains, Seeing Reality'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-7364314317686098104</id><published>2009-04-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:08:20.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdZApjbhoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X2eDPpEuAl8/s1600-h/escher-crystal-ball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdZApjbhoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X2eDPpEuAl8/s320/escher-crystal-ball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320511092414324978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if this would work but to share this experience you have to experience it yourself.  Everyone could have bypassed this experience or just to busy to realize it themselves or too involved with so many things with so much people.  In order to really feel this you have to be alone or if you are in a busy place as much as possible make no contact with other people just read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes as if you are sleeping, for a minute listen to your surrounding, to the people talking or passing by, the sound of the busy streets or the place you are in right now.  Then open it as if you just woke up, now see the difference? You are not with them, with respect to time and place you and other people belong to the same area, although that would be true but you are on the other side, you are actually into a looking glass.  Try looking into a mirror and see your reflection standing on where you are standing, now look away and see the difference.  Biologically are eyes are made to see everything around us except us ourselves which individually gives us different point of views.  We can see our hands, our body, our legs but not entirely ourselves.  We seem to be like a walking camera taking pictures but cannot take a picture of ourselves.  We are actually just looking into this world or we're made to look after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you notice there are different elements that surrounds us including people but you have to realize the big difference.  People may find themselves just living in this world for no reason at all. Where actually each one of us were made to look after it.  We are actually in a looking glass but not all of us could realize that.  We are actually in control but we let other people control ourselves. Things around us were made to be used by us, people around are actually tools and instruments for us to achieve things in life, which shows that everything around is entirely dependent on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Base on Newton's Third Law of Motion were "To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."  In fact every action we make could make a difference, every action has it's reaction although not really equal and opposite, things can change if we make it.  We can actually be anything in this world and be greater than what we are right now, if we just know how to take control.  Actually we can, only a few of us knows this because some people let others manipulate them. If we have the will we can be powerful, we can be leaders, we can be rich, we can be famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-7364314317686098104?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7364314317686098104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/7364314317686098104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/7364314317686098104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-glass.html' title='Looking Glass'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdZApjbhoPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X2eDPpEuAl8/s72-c/escher-crystal-ball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931332777943401546.post-6028263645989632675</id><published>2009-04-03T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:08:20.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Only The Mirror Sees You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdVEJ31xt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/WYhjYrd7LYI/s1600-h/mirror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdVEJ31xt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/WYhjYrd7LYI/s320/mirror.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233471207126866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to share you one of the weird feelings or experience I had when I was young. I think I was at the age of 7 or 10 when I realized that the world seems to stop every time I close my eyes and the world would start moving again when I open it. The world sleeps when I'm asleep, It felt like i'm in control of the world. The world seems to be like a clock without me it doesn't move at all. Come to think of it one move you make could possibly change everything around you, the people, the mood the environment actually depends on what you'll actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you see when you wake up one early morning while everyone is still asleep? Animals, trees, structures or buildings, a few people. You actually can see the world but you can't even see yourself unless you look into a mirror. What you can only see are your two hands and feet but yourself No! Just like in a first person shooter game, Imagine! The fact is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are totally a separate being, totally apart from this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, your in it but you are not with it. With respect to place you are at the other side of the window looking at everything but with the same purpose and function with other beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you're in it you should be actually seeing yourself with it, with them but it seems to be impossible, that's what's confusing about it. You are just the one who overlooks it, one overseer who can possibly change the world with an action, a God but much less powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's good thing about it is you can think highly of yourself because you are beyond other beings. Others maybe greater than you are because they know this fact themselves, they've experienced the same feeling, They know they can control the world and They have become leaders of this world, The rich, The powerful and The Feared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are actually in control, your words that you speak and the actions that you make could make a difference in &lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;this world. The world is just like a computer game where you could actually win it with the right action. The only difference is once you've made a mistake you can never undo it or load the game again. In this world there is no saving...so think twice before you do something because one mistake may actually destroy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;In this world you have nothing to fear, pain is temporary death is nothing because you won't know it. The fact is the world ends when you die because all you see is nothing. Just like when you put off your television all you see is black...that is actually the world you only own. So before everything shuts down make the best out of it because you can't live twice. You control the world don't let it control you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931332777943401546-6028263645989632675?l=johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6028263645989632675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-mirror-sees-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6028263645989632675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931332777943401546/posts/default/6028263645989632675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnscribblesonwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-mirror-sees-you.html' title='Only The Mirror Sees You'/><author><name>gjohnrod888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01499149529323342071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVjstz2AXP0/Tbei_5xAriI/AAAAAAAAARI/lurPWIDWNzA/s220/square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AKeeFNG3sU/SdVEJ31xt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/WYhjYrd7LYI/s72-c/mirror.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
