<?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-5375544810877243546</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:58:35.807-05:00</updated><category term='Are you like your family?'/><category term='feeling feel'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='one anal thought'/><category term='atheist ged philosophy refugee'/><title type='text'>Root Times</title><subtitle type='html'>Get a chunk of my mind ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-7789204148868817309</id><published>2010-11-06T21:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:11:53.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution and Creationism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TNYGQlld2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/H_CKpBETzE4/s1600/SCIence_20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TNYGQlld2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/H_CKpBETzE4/s320/SCIence_20logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536619673935534082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The specific topic that I have chosen is “Evolution and Creationism“, but I’ll be focusing mainly on why we shouldn’t teach religion –also known as &lt;span&gt;Creationism&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span&gt;Intelligent Design-&lt;/span&gt; in Science classrooms. I’ll begin by saying that Creationism is not exclusive of Christianity (though many think so), but I might be inclined to refer to such religion the most because it’s the predominant one in the western culture, which is my culture and I’m most familiar with, but I’m theoretically referring to all religions. Getting into the topic, Evolution is a scientific fact &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a scientific theory, while Creationism is a scientifically unsupported set of beliefs that don’t follow the Scientific-method. Nevertheless I’d like to say that Evolution and Creationism are not competing theories, nor mutually exclusive. If we take it a step further, Creationism isn’t even a theory, nor is “Intelligent Design”, they are nothing but hypothesis. Creationism cannot be observed, tested, experimented on, etc; and that’s one of the reasons why it has never been a scientific theory and has remained a hypothesis. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Biologist Richard Dawkins is right to say that “Faith is the great cop-out, the great excuse to evade the need to think and evaluate evidence. Faith is belief in spite of, even perhaps because of, the lack of evidence.” Creationism is basically a belief based on a set of stories written in the Bronze Age, by people –which we don’t know- who didn’t know almost any science and such stories contradict and/or make little to no sense. Sometimes this story even contradicts science by suggesting that the sun moves around the Earth (Joshua 10:12-14, &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Ps. 19:1-6, Ps. 93:1). This shows how little they knew about the universe, and how their God didn’t care to explain it to them. “Oh by the way, wash your hands before you eat, they’re full of little things called bacteria and germs that can make your body ill”, that’s not too hard, it would make sense to think that such God doesn’t exist. &lt;/span&gt;As shown in our Philosophy class, no philosopher has proven God through logic and/or reason. There is no scientific evidence that supports these beliefs; word of mouth, personal experiences, written stories like for example “The Bible” and ancient scripts are not considered scientific evidence. On the other hand, if one goes to a Science museum, one would see all the evidence found to positively say we’ve evolved. Not just fossils, the knowledge that we share 98% of our DNA with chimps and other apes is amazing, that’s incredibly close! Like Benjamin Franklin said, “The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason”. People who support Creationism being a scientific theory often use (whether consciously or not) the &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Argument from Personal Incredulity, which says something like “since I cannot explain or understand something, therefore it cannot be true”, and they apply it in regards to Evolution. But when asked to make sense out of their beliefs, they often have no explanation and do not understand their own beliefs, how they work, where they come from; which is an ironic w&lt;/span&gt;ay to know the “truth”. They could be right, but they haven’t demonstrated it yet, at least scientifically.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I don’t know why many people don’t understand that Science is not just an attempt to explain how the universe works, but rather a discipline. Science has rules, follows reason and logic, can’t have contradicting facts, etc. A scientific explanation is not based on a hunch; it can be continuously tested and verified by &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;, not just scientists. Science doesn’t have the final truth and has never claimed to have it, because in science the truth is never final. Scientists are human beings and make mistakes too. Don’t be alarmed if you realize that science has been wrong sometimes. I’m sure you have been 100% sure of something to later find out you were wrong; it happens, even in science. Scientists are not exactly proud of it, but they know it will always happen that they are sometimes wrong. But in such cases they go back and correct the mistake, instead of sticking to it when it doesn’t make sense, which is what Creationism does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Bertrand Russell once said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Aristotle maintained that women have fewer teeth than men; although he was twice married, it never occurred to him to verify this statement by examining his wives' mouths”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; This is the same problem with Creationists.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It’s not rare to feel inspired by nature and find ourselves in awe. In a poetical sense, every living thing is part of a great family. A while ago, when I was doing a research related to the universe, I came across the most astonishing knowledge about the human body. As it turns out, the main ingredients of life are found in the core of ancient stars that at one point exploded and formed the new Solar Systems. In other words, stars ‘died’ for me. I am made of the same main components that this universe is made of. This made me appreciate my existence even more and I now know that I’m not just part of the universe, but that the universe is &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I rely on the scientific-method, because “T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;he man of science has learned to believe in justification, not by faith, but by verification”, said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayinsci.com/H/Huxley_Thomas/HuxleyThomas-Quotations.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Thomas Henry Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;he Scientific-method works and it’s the best method we have found to comprehend, learn about our surroundings, and to distinguish truths from myths. It’s made our existence greatly comprehendible. While creationism has not done &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; to understand the universe, but to rather accept how it is. To understand how and why things work, we must gather empirical evidence. If no empirical evidence is found, then we must suspend judgment until it can be demonstrated that it is either true or false. Science has demonstrated that we could and can perfectly exist without a creator and/or without some deity policing the universe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Wikipedia,&lt;span&gt; “Scientific method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;refers to a body of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_technique" title="Scientific technique"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;techniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;for investigating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phenomenon" title="Phenomenon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;phenomena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;, acquiring new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge" title="Knowledge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;, or correcting and integrating previous knowledge.” And goes further, saying that “To be termed scientific, a method of inquiry must be based on gathering observable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empirical" title="Empirical"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;empirical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Measurement" title="Measurement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;measurable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;evidence subject to specific principles of reasoning.” Whether we like it or not, this is how science works. If someone wishes to include Creationism in science classrooms, they would have to first modify what science is and has been about, so that they’re able then to properly include Creationism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/judith_hayes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Judith Hayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; puts it in a funny way, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/if_we_are_going_to_teach_creation_science_as_an/210295.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;If we are going to teach creation science as an alternative to evolution, then we should also teach the stork theory as an alternative to biological reproduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;”. The controversy has been over for hundreds of years now. “Today, nearly all biologists acknowledge that evolution is a fact. The term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;is no longer appropriate &lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt; when referring to the various models that attempt to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;life evolves”, says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Campbell_(scientist)" title="Neil Campbell (scientist)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Neil Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/james_d._watson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;James D. Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; also said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/today-the_theory_of_evolution_is_an_accepted_fact/173959.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Today, the theory of evolution is an accepted fact for everyone but a fundamentalist minority, whose objections are based not on reasoning but on doctrinaire adherence to religious principles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;”&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; This is very true. People whom reject evolution, are almost always part or victims of a certain religious doctrine. Their objection to evolution is “nuh uh, God did it.” They don’t provide a logical explanation as to why, how, or when; they “just know”. The few scientists in favor of Creationism, hardly ever dispute Evolution, most of them think that Evolution did happen but under “God’s surveillance”. The ones who don’t believe Evolution happened, claim that things are too complex, therefore they must have been created; though they have no scientific evidence of this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I’m going to finish with the five main misconceptions about evolution. First one, &lt;a name="observe"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Evolution has never been observed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Biologists define evolution as a change in the gene pool of a population over time. One example is insects developing a resistance to pesticides over the period of a few years. Even most Creationists recognize that evolution at this level is a fact. What they don't appreciate is that this rate of evolution is all that is required to produce the diversity of all living things from a common ancestor. Second, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thermo"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Evolution violates the 2nd law of thermodynamics."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This shows more a misconception about thermodynamics than about evolution. The second law of thermodynamics says, "No process is possible in which the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;sole result&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is the transfer of energy from a cooler to a hotter body." [Atkins, 1984,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Second Law&lt;/i&gt;, pg. 25] Now you may be scratching your head wondering what this has to do with evolution. The confusion arises when the 2nd law is phrased in another equivalent way, "The entropy of a closed system cannot decrease." Entropy is an indication of unusable energy and often (but not always!) corresponds to intuitive notions of disorder or randomness. Creationists thus misinterpret the 2nd law to say that things invariably progress from order to disorder. Third, &lt;a name="transitional"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"There are no transitional fossils."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;o say there are no transitional fossils is simply false. Paleontology has progressed a bit since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Origin of Species&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;was published, uncovering thousands of transitional fossils, by both the temporally restrictive and the less restrictive definitions. The fossil record is still spotty and always will be; erosion and the rarity of conditions favorable to fossilization make that inevitable. Also, transitions may occur in a small population, in a small area, and/or in a relatively short amount of time; when any of these conditions hold, the chances of finding the transitional fossils goes down. Still, there are still many instances where excellent sequences of transitional fossils exist. Some notable examples are the transitions from reptile to mammal, from land animal to early whale, and from early ape to human. Fourth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="chance"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"The theory of evolution says that life originated, and evolution proceeds, by random chance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is probably no other statement which is a better indication that the arguer doesn't understand evolution. Chance certainly plays a large part in evolution, but this argument completely ignores the fundamental role of natural selection, and selection is the very opposite of chance. Fifth and last, &lt;a name="proof"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Evolution is only a theory; it hasn't been proved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First, we should clarify what "evolution" means. Like so many other words, it has more than one meaning. Its strict biological definition is "a change in allele frequencies over time." By that definition, evolution is an indisputable fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;w:sdt sdtdocpart="t" docparttype="Bibliographies" docpartunique="t" id="8848850"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Works Cited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;/w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Creationism. &lt;u&gt;Dictionay.com.&lt;/u&gt; http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/creationism&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Intelligent-Design. &lt;u&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/empirical&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Scientific-Method. &lt;u&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/u&gt;  http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/scientific+method&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_method&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hayes, Judith. http://thinkexist.com/quotes/judith_hayes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;!--[if supportFields]&gt;&lt;span style="'mso-element:field-begin'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="'mso-spacerun:yes'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BIBLIOGRAPHY &lt;span style="'mso-element:field-separator'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;Campbell, Neil. &lt;u&gt;Brainy Quotes.&lt;/u&gt; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evolution_as_theory_and_fact&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;Watson, James D. http://thinkexist.com/quotation/today-the_theory_of_evolution_is_an_accepted_fact/173959.html&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBibliography"&gt;&lt;!--[if supportFields]&gt;&lt;span style="'mso-element:field-end'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atkins. &lt;u&gt;The Second Law, pg. 25.&lt;/u&gt; n.d.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-7789204148868817309?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7789204148868817309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/evolution-and-creationism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7789204148868817309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7789204148868817309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/evolution-and-creationism.html' title='Evolution and Creationism'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TNYGQlld2AI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/H_CKpBETzE4/s72-c/SCIence_20logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4873874517425413707</id><published>2010-06-30T19:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:38:29.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TCvUe8ruvbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VOKXl0EEdKk/s1600/gangsta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TCvUe8ruvbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VOKXl0EEdKk/s320/gangsta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714199031791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looks inside and sees the abyss within me. It's filled with voices, sounds and nothing more. As he dives and floats around in it, it's loud and quiet at the same time. Loud questions and silent answers. Then, the boy feels this strange sensation that he is lost. He knows where he is, in my abyss, but he is lost in it and there is no way out. He keeps staring at the emptiness, as it shrouds him. He feels cold, morose and marooned. Can't find his way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4873874517425413707?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4873874517425413707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4873874517425413707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4873874517425413707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-out.html' title='Way Out.'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TCvUe8ruvbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VOKXl0EEdKk/s72-c/gangsta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-7838308127632466012</id><published>2010-06-04T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:47:29.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TAm6p1H731I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AAtdOmGXblI/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TAm6p1H731I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AAtdOmGXblI/s320/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479115649470685010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born good and not with evil encrypted in my DNA. Ever since, always sensitive to oppression and manipulation, but they would always try to put me in a cage and expect me to willfully follow. Sometime I did, when it was convenient for me. Now it's different, in a very strict sense. I became God and the Earth spins around me. I'm all there is, for when I'm gone, so will everything. I am the Alpha and the Omega, and the universe only exists in my head, for when I'm gone, so will it. I do not contemplate the so called 'complexity' around me, for complexity is only for the simple and nothing is simple, so I only contemplate what is. Sometimes I change the way I look at things but things remain the same. And I will die, and everything will follow me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-7838308127632466012?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7838308127632466012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/unwanted-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7838308127632466012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7838308127632466012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/unwanted-desires.html' title='Unwanted Desires'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/TAm6p1H731I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AAtdOmGXblI/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1545028612024965556</id><published>2010-04-09T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:34:45.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time No see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S7-q8FgwJvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I8tMlzeperc/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S7-q8FgwJvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I8tMlzeperc/s320/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458269222644754162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote anything on this blog. I've been feeling the obvious, no one is reading. What does it take to be heard? Maybe I don't have anything interesting to say, if anything at all. Maybe I am one of those fools that will spend his whole life dreaming of being heard. I have ideas, I swear I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the train is full and I should save my ideas in the closet, together my with memories. I feel they would only add to my madness. Is it that bad to be an Anarchist? To feel I was born to be free. That no one has the permission to decide what should I do or not do. I am a free mind tangled up in the roots of this sick controlling world. Call me crazy, but they're my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and make me feel miserable for thinking differently. You have my permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1545028612024965556?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1545028612024965556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1545028612024965556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1545028612024965556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time No see'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S7-q8FgwJvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I8tMlzeperc/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-5066335919584965863</id><published>2010-02-07T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:15:45.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S29zg9irwII/AAAAAAAAAP0/7f46NziJ_-g/s1600-h/bajo+puente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S29zg9irwII/AAAAAAAAAP0/7f46NziJ_-g/s400/bajo+puente.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435690285372522626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-5066335919584965863?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5066335919584965863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/puente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/5066335919584965863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/5066335919584965863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/puente.html' title='Under The Bridge'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/S29zg9irwII/AAAAAAAAAP0/7f46NziJ_-g/s72-c/bajo+puente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-5264640625486215561</id><published>2009-10-17T12:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:22:44.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad doc, right med.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/StnypKpr3rI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OiewPER4LC0/s1600-h/bipolar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/StnypKpr3rI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OiewPER4LC0/s320/bipolar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393608817800634034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad doc, right med"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to see a psychiatrist. I got all excited and stuff because I've been dealing with bipolar disorder for years without medication. I get an appointment for a month ahead, it felt like a loooooooong time. Finally the day arrives and I got to see the WORST doctor I've ever gone to. The whole experience was bad, very bad. I had the appointment for 3:30 pm and I got attended at 5:45 pm!!! Two damn fucking hours seating on a plastic chair. I was ready to leave and forget seeing a doctor but it felt stupid to leave after waiting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get called and this guy (who I thought was the psychiatrist) took me into a little room. He asked me a few questions and then he said "okay, wait outside until you're called" I was so fucking pissed. Apparently this guy was the psychiatrist's secretary or something. There I am waiting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 30 minutes more, this other guy called my name and to my luck it was THE psychiatrist. I went into the room and he asks me "Why are you here today?" I start explaining my position. After 15 seconds of me getting into it, his phone rings. The guy answers the phone while I'm talking to him and doesn't even say "excuse me"!!! I think that even if he says "excuse me" is very wrong. I think when doctors are attending a patient they should not talk on the phone, it is very impolite. He hangs up and looks at me asks me "Why are you here today?" AGAIN, I thought to myself 'WHAT THE FUCK?'. He wasn't even paying attention. I tried to chill and started the story again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last primary doctor pre-diagnosed me with bipolar disorder and prescribed me Seroquel. As soon as I told the guy this, he said "okay, I'll give you Seroquel!" Without even asking me any questions. Seroquel does me good. Helps me with my insomnia, anxiety, intrusive thoughts/memories. But still, this doctor doesn't want to help anyone, he just takes the easy route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;His name is Ashit K. Vijapura (his first name suits him quite well). If you need a psychiatrist and you live in Tampa FL, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;do not go to him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-5264640625486215561?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5264640625486215561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-do-right-med.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/5264640625486215561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/5264640625486215561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-do-right-med.html' title='Bad doc, right med.'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/StnypKpr3rI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OiewPER4LC0/s72-c/bipolar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1746081322443283835</id><published>2009-09-14T00:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:07:34.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sq3HaSBn2zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0QTx9AcOAks/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sq3HaSBn2zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0QTx9AcOAks/s320/happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381176384106781490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Happiness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your porcelain smile tickles my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine never shone as timid.&lt;br /&gt;When it caresses your velvet and tender skin,&lt;br /&gt;it gets nervous and knows there's nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile proves there are reasons to live,&lt;br /&gt;other than chasing never-ending tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;It proves that my heart was made for a reason&lt;br /&gt;when a lightning of your sweetness strikes my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined to enjoy your uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;and it brings life to my dull senses;&lt;br /&gt;makes my eyes shine relentless.&lt;br /&gt;Your tenderness surfaces my dream-like reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you don't belong in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that you pursuit happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find it in others' arms or mine.&lt;br /&gt;I just thank heaven you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments we share are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let go and I hate to see you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny as we know has a wicked mind&lt;br /&gt;and if all the gods agree, you will someday be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy with or without you.&lt;br /&gt;It's the enchanting goal of knowing you're happy&lt;br /&gt;that I chose to chase the very most.&lt;br /&gt;As if you you kept my heart and it's connected to yours&lt;br /&gt;so that when yours is happy, it transmits happiness to mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1746081322443283835?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1746081322443283835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1746081322443283835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1746081322443283835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-happiness.html' title='Your Happiness'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sq3HaSBn2zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0QTx9AcOAks/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-7964946173014544956</id><published>2009-09-12T06:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:44:32.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sqt9Gvz0V8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/p9F1xWCT-Ck/s1600-h/Mistake_by_frixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sqt9Gvz0V8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/p9F1xWCT-Ck/s320/Mistake_by_frixin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380531734690682818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Mistake"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed at the moon one day&lt;br /&gt;because it wouldn't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I cursed out the stars for being so proud&lt;br /&gt;cause it couldn't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was the king of the night&lt;br /&gt;until everything got out of control.&lt;br /&gt;I decided which star was to shine&lt;br /&gt;and at what time would come up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;how cold did I want the night to be.&lt;br /&gt;The wolves only howled at my fingers tips&lt;br /&gt;and terror was my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;my one and only mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I took you in through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I've never been the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-7964946173014544956?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7964946173014544956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7964946173014544956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7964946173014544956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mistake.html' title='The Mistake'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sqt9Gvz0V8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/p9F1xWCT-Ck/s72-c/Mistake_by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4757884047174141880</id><published>2009-09-05T03:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:49:39.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SqIYwf7uuOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oTh_d6gxBl8/s1600-h/pain-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SqIYwf7uuOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oTh_d6gxBl8/s320/pain-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377888126518606050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Joy in Suffering"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a smile in every tear,&lt;br /&gt;a cynical maze in every fear.&lt;br /&gt;A thought of wisdom in every lament.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs find guidance in a shit's scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I diabolically smile when the heart is broke,&lt;br /&gt;my soul dies when I find no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines when my knees break&lt;br /&gt;cause my hate's got a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find joy in suffering;&lt;br /&gt;when my tormented cry is discerning.&lt;br /&gt;I bow to the pain and howl at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at the the sky and drown in my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;My pain is to laugh and it's too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;My hollow heart means everything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy as I find joy in suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a life given fact,&lt;br /&gt;I am dead in my mind;&lt;br /&gt;yet my flesh likes to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes it more alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4757884047174141880?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4757884047174141880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-in-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4757884047174141880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4757884047174141880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-in-suffering.html' title='Joy in Suffering'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SqIYwf7uuOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oTh_d6gxBl8/s72-c/pain-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-2954604756081389815</id><published>2009-09-02T03:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:59:43.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sp4Zns_YjsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MCNu1uJeLkA/s1600-h/horizon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sp4Zns_YjsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MCNu1uJeLkA/s320/horizon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376763175009554114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Horizon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;it's tired and won't shine again&lt;br /&gt;it's shed over centuries its broken heart&lt;br /&gt;now the birds won't chirp away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains are feeling down&lt;br /&gt;who will wake them up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;the wind feels down and out&lt;br /&gt;who will it tell its story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea is warped in lonesome&lt;br /&gt;without the sunset it will lose its color&lt;br /&gt;my heart broke into tears&lt;br /&gt;it dwells in memories gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the sun days are old&lt;br /&gt;my pale breath longs for the light&lt;br /&gt;under your lamp it shone&lt;br /&gt;as shiny diamonds shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you bring back the horizon&lt;br /&gt;will you remember my words&lt;br /&gt;lively asleep under your love&lt;br /&gt;a thousand stars it was worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you now and forever&lt;br /&gt;in the cold shadows I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;until you bring back the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and sing along with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-2954604756081389815?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2954604756081389815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2954604756081389815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2954604756081389815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/horizon.html' title='The Horizon'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sp4Zns_YjsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MCNu1uJeLkA/s72-c/horizon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1751683893331578348</id><published>2009-08-28T03:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:11:53.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpeDEcFIyXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lTpsoNuCQWQ/s1600-h/jahovah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpeDEcFIyXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lTpsoNuCQWQ/s320/jahovah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374908792570431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be careful ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's out there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truth&lt;br /&gt;before the heavens I was taken&lt;br /&gt;it was very dark but I flew&lt;br /&gt;the era of the mistaken&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like a very few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many&lt;br /&gt;the crystal was shiny&lt;br /&gt;it was all silly&lt;br /&gt;unwisely bloody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very necessary&lt;br /&gt;but undetectably steady&lt;br /&gt;as it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;but indirectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a dark secret&lt;br /&gt;but undeniably&lt;br /&gt;obscure but detectably&lt;br /&gt;undisguisedably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know&lt;br /&gt;it is disposable&lt;br /&gt;misguidedly&lt;br /&gt;undirectably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unstoppably fine&lt;br /&gt;directly guided&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollable&lt;br /&gt;philanthropicly by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;controllably doubted&lt;br /&gt;uncontrolably misguided&lt;br /&gt;you had to fit in a tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1751683893331578348?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1751683893331578348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-honor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1751683893331578348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1751683893331578348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-honor.html' title='It&apos;s an Honor'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpeDEcFIyXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lTpsoNuCQWQ/s72-c/jahovah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-8015121142167344097</id><published>2009-08-27T02:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:01:09.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpYlxtIPBuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AFXXEkJW3so/s1600-h/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpYlxtIPBuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AFXXEkJW3so/s320/wait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374524741171218146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No comment on this one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is on the rebellious street&lt;br /&gt;stealing my very last and only breath&lt;br /&gt;that she stole and keeps away&lt;br /&gt;but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's limit is getting closer&lt;br /&gt;it's coming down by the roses to get me&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to simply walk away and let go&lt;br /&gt;but I can no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving in as it surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;the warmth is soothing and relentless&lt;br /&gt;my superficial thoughts are blending in&lt;br /&gt;finally and utterly free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its only a temporary statement&lt;br /&gt;true freedom really isn't forever&lt;br /&gt;but I seat and wait every single time&lt;br /&gt;this split second is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a blueish while&lt;br /&gt;since I felt it all my very own&lt;br /&gt;I always belonged to the blurry space&lt;br /&gt;the one between you and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably owned by angels&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to stand it any longer&lt;br /&gt;I need your crooked guidance&lt;br /&gt;or I'll lost me in an instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one last day&lt;br /&gt;when you realized I was dead&lt;br /&gt;your tears healed my wounds&lt;br /&gt;you were always real and I'm only the very blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-8015121142167344097?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8015121142167344097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-comment-on-this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8015121142167344097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8015121142167344097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-comment-on-this-one.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SpYlxtIPBuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AFXXEkJW3so/s72-c/wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-6803335360910143842</id><published>2009-08-21T20:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:52:38.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle mambo jolted monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/So9ARrBMzNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S_LaVHqqYQ4/s1600-h/donkey+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/So9ARrBMzNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S_LaVHqqYQ4/s320/donkey+monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372583552826002642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote this song out of an odd inspiration, thinking of the old "dog eat dog" within the falsity of religion and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jungle mambo jolted monkey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song without a clue&lt;br /&gt;That I've stuck in my head with powder glue&lt;br /&gt;This is a song without a visible trail&lt;br /&gt;Of wooden sticks without a plastic nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my jean without a blister patch&lt;br /&gt;This is the sale without a single catch&lt;br /&gt;You’ve drank all my blood without a spoon&lt;br /&gt;I've given it all to get into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else should I do&lt;br /&gt;These cycles of dawn are getting me blue&lt;br /&gt;These pale smokes are getting solid and hard&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough to pass through without leaving a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the jungle mambo jolted monkey&lt;br /&gt;Jumping and riding a big fat donkey&lt;br /&gt;It gets sick and tired and all in all&lt;br /&gt;It’s taken my lonely life and left my pathetic soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need&lt;br /&gt;This one last breath&lt;br /&gt;It’s too much work&lt;br /&gt;I rather be stale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you forgot to pull the rubber trigger&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I meant to cause the sinking fever&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it is only and truly you&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve stuck in my head with powder glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk alone among the shadow&lt;br /&gt;The stones on the floor are creeping me out&lt;br /&gt;The line on the map rides a never-ending circle&lt;br /&gt;And darkness climbs up and down the lying steeple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding-dong is all that you think you hear&lt;br /&gt;And then I hope the stalker is near&lt;br /&gt;The story is getting rather empty and blurry&lt;br /&gt;Silence walks down the stairs in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all a never wanted and stinking dream&lt;br /&gt;I only want to wake up and flow upstream&lt;br /&gt;The donkey is a little disappointed&lt;br /&gt;The jungle mambo monkey cries while jolted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brand new jean has been now ripped&lt;br /&gt;And a red patch has gotten it fixed&lt;br /&gt;The sale always had a catch indeed&lt;br /&gt;It was all what it seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-6803335360910143842?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6803335360910143842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-this-song-out-of-odd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/6803335360910143842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/6803335360910143842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-this-song-out-of-odd.html' title='Jungle mambo jolted monkey'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/So9ARrBMzNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S_LaVHqqYQ4/s72-c/donkey+monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4924648601423588418</id><published>2009-07-27T13:38:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:56:40.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sm3mH4olF9I/AAAAAAAAANs/Im7qqJZbwUk/s1600-h/past-present-future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sm3mH4olF9I/AAAAAAAAANs/Im7qqJZbwUk/s320/past-present-future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195754404190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's a peculiar outcome in the numbness that her brain explores. It starts by focusing on her inner self in such painless way that she is able to see through her inner lies. Her darkest secrets are availing into a coma,  from which they will soon escape, against her own will. The sound that she perceives is daunting and her inexplicable senses, in a way, fulfills her body in and out. It all seems to be under control until it goes beyond her expectations and then it turns into a psychological war between the good and the evil while they both are equally good and equally evil as it is the same person, but one must go, one must prevail. It's hard to please her sense of pleasure, it appears to have a keen taste, sometimes tedious. Her heart has its ups and downs and she seems to enjoy both at a different degree. Everything is overwhelmingly clear, it's only hard to accept, it's hard to bypass her own judgment. She knows her errors and they know her, they keep a slight advantage and it's that they knew her before she knew herself. There is nothing her mind can't do, it has no limits, it’s just hard to establish the adequate set of mind that the desire asks for. It's hard to see at night but even harder during the day if she sews her eyes shut and her sense of touch or hearing aren't delicate enough. She recalls a young girl attached to her lonesome instinct, her one and true friend. This girl was almost completely detached from the world, invisible to most and unforgettable to the ones that would take a deep glance at her unleashed yet unexpressed wit. She could see that she wasn't meant to live in her time; she was overly naive and foolish enough to disappoint herself. At a moment and room in time she turned bitter-sweet and she knew who deserved her time and care, it was the time she seized to confront herself and challenged the ordinary. Needless to say, no one understood her, not even herself, not to this date. The girl is a little older today, the girl refuses to take orders, she lives in her own world and it's a one-person world. She isn't scared of the before mentioned mean cylinder, she is scared of its living's mind tricks. No use in trusting, so she sees, if she has betrayed herself, who could she trust, although no matter what, she knows the sun will shine and the sky will cry in the early hour to feed the green oxygen machines. Her soul is free to wander, has no owner and it's not for sale. Her imagination is often supplemented by external agents, unnecessary but preferable. There is a charm within her doubts, her unquenchable doubts of the so called reality that surrounds us all. She only wishes to know if she will make her parents proud before they die, she thinks of herself as inevitably selfish and arrogant, she is willing to fight such war but not willing to die in it and so she takes one little and cautious step at a time towards victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4924648601423588418?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4924648601423588418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lame-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4924648601423588418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4924648601423588418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lame-o.html' title='Lame-o'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sm3mH4olF9I/AAAAAAAAANs/Im7qqJZbwUk/s72-c/past-present-future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-2448244867438667286</id><published>2009-07-20T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:22:09.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmSwxJFQMhI/AAAAAAAAANk/RC0LqVb-4BA/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmSwxJFQMhI/AAAAAAAAANk/RC0LqVb-4BA/s320/passion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360603814775763474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres la cosa mas linda que mis ojos han poseído&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón no fue diseñado para analizar tanta belleza&lt;br /&gt;todo mi ser se desvive cuando te admiro&lt;br /&gt;mis sentidos se alborotan al sentirse tu presa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son esos labios dulces y mansos&lt;br /&gt;como una fruta colorida y silvestre&lt;br /&gt;tu aliento me lleva a lo mas alto&lt;br /&gt;tu sabor me desconcierta y me envuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres un regalo al deleite de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;jamás se podrá sobrepasar tanta hermosura&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón en llamas arde cuando te toco&lt;br /&gt;y la vieja lógica se torna en locura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu pelo una agradable caricia&lt;br /&gt;que me  domina a la apasionada entrega&lt;br /&gt;tiene tu piel tal y única esencia&lt;br /&gt;que hasta los dioses veneran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirte mía es indescriptible&lt;br /&gt;es un viaje al mas profundo sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;es una incontrolable sensación de pureza&lt;br /&gt;es un regalo aunque no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-2448244867438667286?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2448244867438667286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/eres-la-cosa-mas-linda-que-mis-ojos-han.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2448244867438667286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2448244867438667286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/eres-la-cosa-mas-linda-que-mis-ojos-han.html' title='Untitled II'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmSwxJFQMhI/AAAAAAAAANk/RC0LqVb-4BA/s72-c/passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1714083761372553217</id><published>2009-07-17T16:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:10:01.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmDwctc2rvI/AAAAAAAAANU/swqbogkDXuU/s1600-h/300px-caspar_david_friedrich_032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmDwctc2rvI/AAAAAAAAANU/swqbogkDXuU/s320/300px-caspar_david_friedrich_032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359547932598513394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una maravilla en el brillar de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;hay una exquisitez en la ternura que abraca tu piel&lt;br /&gt;y el infinito deseo en la brisa que desliza tu boca&lt;br /&gt;es un alocado testigo en el delirio de tu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El recuerdo abarca la frontera de un desquicio en espera&lt;br /&gt;la realidad regula el descabellado impulso al que se aferra&lt;br /&gt;es triste pero el solitario barco ha zarpado en vela&lt;br /&gt;el callado destino y la susurrante historia lo revelan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo el puro y añejo sentimiento que se alojaba&lt;br /&gt;en un cuartico pequeño y esquinado de mi inquieto corazón&lt;br /&gt;con un clavel que anunciaba a mi dulce amada&lt;br /&gt;y un puñal que desangraba gota a gota mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tentación de tu cuerpo deslumbraba&lt;br /&gt;lo mas oscuro y precario de mis atontados sentidos&lt;br /&gt;con solo una caricia me desvelabas&lt;br /&gt;como a las palomas un nuevo rocío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me culpes si aun te quiero&lt;br /&gt;no me odies si no te olvido&lt;br /&gt;tu amor es como un sendero&lt;br /&gt;que al recorrer me siento vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1714083761372553217?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1714083761372553217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hay-una-maravilla-en-el-brillar-de-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1714083761372553217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1714083761372553217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hay-una-maravilla-en-el-brillar-de-tus.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SmDwctc2rvI/AAAAAAAAANU/swqbogkDXuU/s72-c/300px-caspar_david_friedrich_032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-9034814342424341052</id><published>2009-07-04T05:19:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:18:46.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Create a God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_aFNYatjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYnVnNbHonQ/s1600-h/God.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_aFNYatjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYnVnNbHonQ/s320/God.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359241864620455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Alright, let's come up with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; God. It would be very much easier if we could had done this six thousand years ago because with 2009's Science advances,  makes it almost impossible to believe in a God, but let's bare with it. Firstly, in order to make people believe in the God we're gonna create, we must say it can't be seen by everyone, right? I mean, this way it will be impossible to &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; be denied, He just can't be seen. O.k, we got that covered; now we must make this God interesting enough in order to make people interested. I have an idea, let's tell everyone this being can do all things like direct tornadoes, thunderstorms, cyclones, bring plagues and heal all diseases and that He does anything we ask Him to! Cool uh? It seems interesting enough, right? I mean an almighty being paying attention to us weak mortals? Doesn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this seems impossible to believe, so let's make it tricky, there are plenty of natural disasters so we can say that that's why they happen. We must tell people that they must ask with faith  though, believing that what they ask for, they MUST believe it will happen, because we tell them it requires faith for them to happen, that way if they, for example, ask for the waters to be divided and it doesn't happen we can say it's because their faith wasn't big enough, I mean, who could believe that waters can be divided? Right?! So they will blame themselves for their lack of faith. But there's gotta be a prize for believing in this God, otherwise people will think it's pointless, they will say “Well, why do I need to believe in this God?”. We're gonna tell them that this God has created a place called Heaven and other called Hell, that when they die, if they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_bRgDXvdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1c_FYVoAB58/s1600-h/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_bRgDXvdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1c_FYVoAB58/s320/statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359243175302512082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;believed in this God they will go to Heaven which is a very happy place where we spend eternity in, if they don't believe in our God, they will spend the rest of eternity in doom and eternal torment within this place called Hell, nobody is gonna want that! And plus, no one knows what happens after we die so they'll have no way to know we're lying. I have another idea, to make it more believable, we could tell stories about how this God has talked to us and has made miracles to help us from our enemy, we can say He cured our sickness, divided the sea for us, turned water into wine! Let's tell everyone this story but let's write down part of it, only a part that says how we encountered this God and how He told us what He was gonna do for us but He “hasn't done them yet”, we will call them "Prophecies". We're gonna write this down but we're gonna tell everyone that He's already done them. This way the story will get famous and other people will write them too, but in their story, our God has already done them, although we're only gonna write half of our story which only says what our God was &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to do. This way, in the future, when they find our writings, they will see it talks about our God and what He was &lt;i&gt;gonna&lt;/i&gt; do (half the story), and when they find what the others wrote, it will say that our God has already done them and supposedly fulfilled the "prophecies", that will make it more believable, they will think we didn't lie and our God is real because He supposedly said something He was gonna do and it was written down, then after a time it actually happened because it will be written in other people's writings in an ahead time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Sounds like a great idea. We obviously will add more details and more stories, but we must tell them to as many people as we can, so about 40 people from this generation on re-write this stories. Wait a second, this sounds a little too familiar, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-9034814342424341052?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9034814342424341052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-create-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/9034814342424341052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/9034814342424341052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-create-god.html' title='Let&apos;s Create a God'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_aFNYatjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYnVnNbHonQ/s72-c/God.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4519985397436310643</id><published>2009-07-03T17:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:52:21.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changeable Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_Yv1_CF7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RA0xzKSRtUQ/s1600-h/reality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_Yv1_CF7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RA0xzKSRtUQ/s320/reality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359240398051088306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known about this "mental disorder" for a while now, it's called Schizophrenia. I thought the only effects on people were hallucinations and the hearing of voices. I never gave it too much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I recently watched a video of a schizophrenic person, I thought it was the most interesting thing that I've seen in a long time. Basically, Schizophrenia is a chemical imbalance and (according to wikipedia) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...a mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality. Distortions in perception may affect all five senses, including sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch, but most commonly manifest as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction."&lt;/span&gt; Then, it got me thinking because I never thought it went that far as to even influence your sense of taste. Then I started wondering if reality is anything but a certain chemical balance in our brains, that if we altered it a little bit then reality changes. Which means that reality may be subjective. This is only a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll give you the link to the video of Gerald: the schizophrenic patient, it is very interesting because they give an overall psychological analysis of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGnl8dqEoPQ"&gt;Schizophrenia: Gerald, Part1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4519985397436310643?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4519985397436310643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeable-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4519985397436310643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4519985397436310643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeable-reality.html' title='The Changeable Reality'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_Yv1_CF7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RA0xzKSRtUQ/s72-c/reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1656415203779819381</id><published>2009-06-28T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:09:57.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it good for? Some things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_sT4NQldI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fl7Z5rqz95E/s1600-h/war.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_sT4NQldI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fl7Z5rqz95E/s320/war.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359261907843847634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If one is willing to give his own life away for what one believes then one has the authority to kill for it. In other words, let's say Hitler 'killed' for what he believed just like the people that tried to kill him, they wanted to kill Hitler for what they believed. What's the difference?  That Hitler wasn't very nice, but that is subjective, if I killed Hitler I would be a murderer just like him. Is killing good? Sometimes? Where would the authority come for me to say that killing Hitler is a good thing, who is anyone to say such thing? It would only be the authority I have from my beliefs, which is the same reason Hitler had for why he killed. On another note, is 'war' good or bad? Some say bad and some say 'it depends', others say it is the only way to get to accomplish what is desired. If it wasn't for war itself, a lot of us wouldn't be where we are right now, some countries would be under others' command, slavery wouldn't had been abolished, etc. It's sad but true. If I'm willing to be killed for what I believe and in order to accomplish it I must kill someone, it should not be a load in my conscience. I personally would never kill except on my own defense, I don't believe in something so strongly that I'd be willing to give my life for. But I admire who does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1656415203779819381?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1656415203779819381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-it-good-for-apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1656415203779819381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1656415203779819381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-it-good-for-apparently.html' title='What is it good for? Some things'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Sl_sT4NQldI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fl7Z5rqz95E/s72-c/war.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-319456392463234994</id><published>2009-06-28T15:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:13:02.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpgkx1AtSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aWqRvqW82kg/s1600-h/awesome_photos03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpgkx1AtSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aWqRvqW82kg/s200/awesome_photos03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357700891677865250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never forget how I feel when I'm alone with you. The perfection of your body is never washed away from my eyes. Being with you is making my deepest wish come true. I can never forget you. Your skin is as soft as the air and as warm as your kiss. The days that you and I shared are never gonna fade away. You will be wandering my mind until the day that I die. There's no heaven without you, there is only an empty space in which my soul is not present. The words that you say enlighten my heart, my flesh and my soul. Your beauty is beyond compare, I can seat and stare and creepily admire your sweet and unchangeable delicacy. Being with you is the most valuable delight in existence. Nothing compares to your figure, you are perfectly shaped by the most wise architect, carefully put together, hair by hair, spotless. I don't know what I did to gain the opportunity to caress your body, smell your delicious scent, when there's nothing in this world that could be prized that high. But I now am away from you, for once and for all, I will never forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-319456392463234994?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/319456392463234994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/319456392463234994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/319456392463234994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpgkx1AtSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aWqRvqW82kg/s72-c/awesome_photos03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4585869475809323266</id><published>2009-06-28T02:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:12:10.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkcI0KZ3B4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/84UP_w612SQ/s400/part-world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's silly to say. There are no outcasts, really. As much as we would like, we could not help but to be part of the world. But it's a good thing, right? I think it is. Imagine we could set ourselves apart from the world and when we wanted to be a part of it again, you couldn't, imagine! So we are never excluded of the world, no matter what we say or think. Some people like to think they are not and say that they aren't part of the “Fuzz”. While understandable, you still are not aside from the world, you just maybe have a little understanding or misconception of the “Fuzz” but we're still neighbors, buddy; be happy. I wanna be part of the world in biggest sense possible. I want to wake up and feel the belongingness, wash my face so it will be clean enough to face the sun. I wanna contribute, find, invent, discover anything useful for my 'peeps'. I wanna change my style, and be what I really wanna be and not what I want people to think I am; dress as I feel, act as I'm part of the world's spinal. I have much to offer and I'm wasting it. I was innerly rebellious, resentful and keeping the good things for myself. It is different now, I wanna be part of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4585869475809323266?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4585869475809323266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4585869475809323266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4585869475809323266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-of-world.html' title='Part Of The World'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkcI0KZ3B4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/84UP_w612SQ/s72-c/part-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-2035468194669616317</id><published>2009-06-27T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:30:26.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beloved Truth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaN8KtVoCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-PkJMUcWVuo/s400/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I wrote it inspired by my need to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beloved Truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write this doubtful words to you&lt;br /&gt;To say I long for your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I know that you feel for me too&lt;br /&gt;Being far from each other is though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you every night&lt;br /&gt;And imagine you all day&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to live through this times&lt;br /&gt;Since I've never seen your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like the crystal morning&lt;br /&gt;Behind a bluish velvet sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to get very corny&lt;br /&gt;I just can't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you like I've never wanted&lt;br /&gt;I seek you like I never sought&lt;br /&gt;I'll love even more the morning after&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that you can't be bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;Truth, I want you badly&lt;br /&gt;Truth, I want you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing you is scary&lt;br /&gt;Because you're all I think about&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I query&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-2035468194669616317?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2035468194669616317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-one-i-wrote-it-inspired-by-my-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2035468194669616317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/2035468194669616317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-one-i-wrote-it-inspired-by-my-need.html' title='&quot;Beloved Truth&quot;'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaN8KtVoCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-PkJMUcWVuo/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-7721375061327809580</id><published>2009-06-27T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:31:01.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Amazing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaJ6cUgY1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EKxzAt-Ozuw/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is a song I wrote inspired by a feeling of freedom. I took that picture the very same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's Amazing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing how life turns around&lt;br /&gt;the fear you once had cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly how I feel today&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've finally found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;no more lies, no more fears&lt;br /&gt;as it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is much beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely and elegant place&lt;br /&gt;now that I feel liberated&lt;br /&gt;of a world oh so elaborated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame the friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get caught in a simple mind&lt;br /&gt;we are all looking for answers&lt;br /&gt;but don't be fooled and blinded after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open my eyes and it's there to see&lt;br /&gt;a largely better world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;a world with no conformism&lt;br /&gt;in the world I see, you and I are free.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life is not to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;but to loosen up our minds in the process&lt;br /&gt;                                                      - Sucay Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-7721375061327809580?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7721375061327809580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7721375061327809580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7721375061327809580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-amazing.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Amazing&quot;'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaJ6cUgY1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EKxzAt-Ozuw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-37678759963840195</id><published>2009-06-27T16:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:10:44.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling feel'/><title type='text'>What does feeling feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpfUaxu3FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zJ4IWwvTUM4/s1600-h/FeelSick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpfUaxu3FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zJ4IWwvTUM4/s200/FeelSick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357699511100562514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feelings are very real but they're not obvious in all the types and ranges. I feel therefore I am. The lack of feel leaves a feeling of emptiness, so do we ever loose all sense of feeling? Who hasn't felt the need to feel? Who hasn't rejected a feeling because it feels wrong. Feelings are hard to express by some and easy to pour by others but at the end, the only way to understand it, is by actually feeling it. “I've lost all feeling and so I feel numb”, I bet you see the contradiction. It is hard to conceive but easy to comprehend when one is the person with the feeling of hollowness, thought it's just easy to understand when it's a feeling of fullness. It's hard not to feel. How do you stop feeling? Do you shred your skin, maybe block your eyes and ears, do you put your brain to sleep, perhaps altogether? How would the world be without feelings? How would it feel to have no feelings? Like some robot that simulates the human? How would it feel like to be a robot? I dare to question. If a world that feels has damaged and endangered our beloved surroundings, what would today's world be if we had no feelings? Sometimes we hurt people because we love them, sometimes we care for the ones we don't. We eager to say the harmful people have no feelings, but do they really? Besides the basic feelings that we all engage by default, the harmful feels probably anger, feels no one cares, feels deprived, feels unwanted, etc. In other words, they feel as much as other do, maybe more and in an actual deeper sense. We guide our lives depending on how we feel, as though it will lead us to the truth while thinking we've already found it; but at the same time we are conscious enough to keep asking ourselves 'what is true?' and we have a sea full of truths to choose from. Is it hard to feel, or is it simple? Could it be both? I think neither. To be is to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-37678759963840195?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/37678759963840195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-feeling-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/37678759963840195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/37678759963840195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-feeling-feel.html' title='What does feeling feel?'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpfUaxu3FI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zJ4IWwvTUM4/s72-c/FeelSick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-7807785258380210543</id><published>2009-06-27T15:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:17:33.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one anal thought'/><title type='text'>One Anal Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpdx6bE-5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/01SfYUoq3hk/s1600-h/weird-and-gifted-asian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpdx6bE-5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/01SfYUoq3hk/s200/weird-and-gifted-asian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357697818788428690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passing through life's common days is a way to spice up the inevitable. Random thoughts mislead to the infinite  sentiment of discomfort. You sit and wait for something you know ain't coming, yet you wait. If one could choose the path that destiny approaches, it would be a sickened and predictable world. The only way to discourage the past is by improving the lack of irritation that nothingness produces. You look at the skies and frown upon and the feeling of liberty surrounds you, indulges you. The colorful window is like a portal to the unimaginable. If you look at the other side, it's like a thriller scene of which you'd like to be part of, it's unstoppable. You don't know if one should jump so high that would make gravity a failure or to hide under the light that emerges from an incalculable point in the close distance. Serving the mind would break that which can be towed, destroyed and recovered. Don't go and waste you mind on the deluded forces that the darkness ignites, instead run up so fast that the light would seem like a turtle trying to show the fallacy which denies. The ground that holds you from falling into space tries to confuse the logical metaphor that differs from the mind and the body. Tracking down the empty zone of energy that narrows the labyrinth into a crooked field of love. But it isn't really crooked, it is only manageable enough to take the such shape that a single sole brain would be able to discard the fact it is real. Go pull a bundle of thoughts out of the closet that is your brain. Don't dispute the controlling idea that provides the analytical point which declares sanity. If nothing is there, nothing must be found. The route that leads to the end has been burnt by the sun, we ought to know the lighting and sound of imagination which is the key to all imagination, the corners of the unexplained and the paleness that remains. My words of tragedy cannot confuse you, you can see behind the doors, or can you? Lack of understanding is nothing but a fruitless tree, nothing but a heartland of comfort. Excessive knowledge is a head that relents to be chopped, a mindful pain, a trend that takes the lie for granted. If one could get lost in the idea that crumbles the solitary thought provided by the sad and desperate prey, the emptiness would be filled, but close to broken and rusted has stayed. If you could see the wind, you could see my words are true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-7807785258380210543?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7807785258380210543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-anal-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7807785258380210543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/7807785258380210543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-anal-thought.html' title='One Anal Thought'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/Slpdx6bE-5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/01SfYUoq3hk/s72-c/weird-and-gifted-asian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1374500909738572852</id><published>2009-06-04T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:27:46.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist ged philosophy refugee'/><title type='text'>New Born Atheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaXCbn5qVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vPVa9Q-ffIo/s400/DSC00967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found my new reason for living a good life. I realized that there is no God. Now I realize that my life didn't seem to be heading anywhere because I was waiting for God to do it for me. My sight is much clearer now, I enrolled in school; finally getting my GED, I'm fucking excited! I will be in college by next semester, I want to study Philosophy at a community college. On the other hand I am a political refugee in the United States so I have quite a few privileges. I could get into a Technical Institute and take all my classes for free, cool uh?. I checked all the classes available for me and the "Media production Specialist" one got me interested. So I will be checking both options out once I get my GED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1374500909738572852?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1374500909738572852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1374500909738572852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-born-atheist.html' title='New Born Atheist'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaXCbn5qVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vPVa9Q-ffIo/s72-c/DSC00967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-8396693684248746105</id><published>2008-11-26T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:18:31.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google's 'new' browser Chrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaZqGPn3SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K8gOJ_54DEA/s800/google_chrome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., first off Google published Chrome a while ago sometime in last September, so this is not specially 'news'. Now, the browser is great! Neat features definitely worth checking out; also all tabs work separately, so if one of them freezes you're o.k. cause the the whole browser won't crash but only the one tab that froze, isn't it cool? You could find a full review on the browser before installing it if you don't trust Google that much yet, i guarantee you'll try it out, it's fast as hell considering the fact that the software is still in Beta testing. I'll switch to Chrome when they come up with a ad-blocker, flash-blocker and script-blocker since I find them essentials on my web browsing. Here's a link to a good review on YouTube and the link to download Chrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdjJ2p8ZlG4"&gt;'Google Chrome' Video Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome/index.html?brand=CHMY&amp;amp;utm_source=en-et-yt-hp&amp;amp;utm_medium=et&amp;amp;utm_campaign=en&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Download 'Google Chrome' here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-8396693684248746105?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8396693684248746105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/googles-new-browser-chrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8396693684248746105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8396693684248746105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/googles-new-browser-chrome.html' title='Google&apos;s &apos;new&apos; browser Chrome'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaZqGPn3SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K8gOJ_54DEA/s72-c/google_chrome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-8633290857009675281</id><published>2008-11-21T00:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:54:25.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny points of view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkafSHNm3PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2_TEbxv2vx0/s800/chris-rock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've always liked this guy Chris Rock. I like him as a comedian cause he gives out a point of view but I assume in a funny way, humor is the sole point here. In my opinion when it comes to comedy everything is valid, from tastes to racism. This guy talks very dirty but opinionated at the same time, which is valid. I've seen different HBO specials he has but this one I think is the funniest and it's called "Never scared". This is first part of the whole video, the other parts are in YouTube as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7au6vluCi7w&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;Chris Rock's "Never Scared" Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-8633290857009675281?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8633290857009675281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-points-of-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8633290857009675281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/8633290857009675281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-points-of-view.html' title='Funny points of view'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkafSHNm3PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2_TEbxv2vx0/s72-c/chris-rock2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-1128365450231990332</id><published>2008-11-20T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:54:12.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you like your family?'/><title type='text'>Are you like your family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaixnXz7gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eK9a-ma4hIQ/s400/swimming-sperm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about how all genes and it's qualities come from our family. So in another words you are a mixture of your family member's qualities. That given, I wonder 'are we really to blame for who we are?', sure, thought's are not often punished by any law I know of, but punished by acting on them. So we are really to blame because no one's forcing us. Now on the fun side, all those dirty habits you have, someone in your family had them, doesn't it make you wonder 'who could that be?'. All those things you like and dislike, you share them with some of your family members. As a final thought 'are you really what you want to be or have your qualities already been set?'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-1128365450231990332?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1128365450231990332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-like-your-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1128365450231990332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/1128365450231990332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-like-your-family.html' title='Are you like your family?'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkaixnXz7gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eK9a-ma4hIQ/s72-c/swimming-sperm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375544810877243546.post-4370479792740594453</id><published>2008-11-20T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:48:28.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpaE0CozII/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4yK2w6Dk0Y/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpaE0CozII/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4yK2w6Dk0Y/s200/DSC00980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357693745446308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is my first post; or last if you are like me and count present as first and past as last. Anyways, I always thought "why do people make blogs?" cause the internet is completely full of blogs, how is yours different than all the others? but if we look at facts we're all the same so why do we expect others to act differently from the rest, we're all the same decaying matter as everything else right? Whoever said 'you are special' to you was lying, you are not; we're all the same. Things just happen to play people out differently and random outcomes are often seen but it's all been done before, all of it. I think this could be a good trick to give you a chunk of my mind, it might work. The internet is almost a part of our body to this generation, if everything is about computers why don't we all work with computers? let the old generation deal with everything their generation was about, like agriculture, industrial, cleaning, and picking up the precious cotton. You don't even need a diploma or certificate to be able to tear a computer apart and put it back together, 20 year olds these days do it every day when their PC breaks, he is a computer technician and he doesn't know it; but no, the crowd claims "he needs a certificate", he needs to go to school, bullocks. Then some people don't like school, it's their right, so the decision is to join the military. He scored 65 on the ASVAB (the aptitude test to join the military) but he doesn't have a high school diploma, he has a GED and so he is not accepted, but they accept someone who scores a 31 on the ASVAB but finished HS, It's idiotic i know. It's hard to practice reason in this world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375544810877243546-4370479792740594453?l=roottimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4370479792740594453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4370479792740594453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375544810877243546/posts/default/4370479792740594453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roottimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Sucay Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05978535295349986180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SkZ4WcrgHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/cIZhlsMAKo4/S220/try.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRkYVVTpzVU/SlpaE0CozII/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4yK2w6Dk0Y/s72-c/DSC00980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
