<?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-3667927327411229347</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:52:47.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMNANT OF A KUTLAS</title><subtitle type='html'>there's not much to say about a piece of a katulas..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-2325866164820546638</id><published>2009-09-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:03:34.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex the Lion</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roadha&lt;/span&gt; mas was sort of life changing. I've started believing in dragons somewhere during this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roadha&lt;/span&gt; mas. I have my reasons but I will not bore you with them today. Today I want to share with you something that is just as boring. I want to tell you somethings my little toy Alex said to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: I feel funny&lt;br /&gt;me: um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, may I ask why you are feeling so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: if I knew I would be trying to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; what do you want from me then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: I want to know if there are mermaids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: you kidding??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex:no. I want to know if Ariel is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: what if i said she is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: you would have to prove that she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: well i cant do that but i can tell you that there is a possibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: what good is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I don't know why you would want to know if there are mermaids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: can't I quench a curiosity I have. is talking about them taboo??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: you very well can talk about anything as long as it doesn't offend anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: Why would mermaids offend anyone? even if they do, i don't see any reason to why I cant talk about anything I want. If something I talk about offends it's because they don't welcome new ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: well you could hurt someones feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: how is that possible if i talk about mermaids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: well a child may believe Ariel is real, by talking about it you might accidentally convince the child that she is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: damn it... she will lose a something dear to her then, even though it is an idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: wouldn't I be opening her eyes to reality then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yes, but people want to be happy, even by creating a fabrication of reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: I bet she would know if Ariel is real or not eventually, the quicker she  learns the better I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: How can I talk to you like this? this is a child we are talking about, would you be so cruel as to shatter her world? how are you even talking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: beats me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-2325866164820546638?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/2325866164820546638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/09/alex-lion.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/2325866164820546638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/2325866164820546638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/09/alex-lion.html' title='Alex the Lion'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-2753489683114504926</id><published>2009-08-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:21:07.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHZJ8pTvC5M/SpWe6syP0vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/179kbEHZwm8/s1600-h/Monspiral.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHZJ8pTvC5M/SpWe6syP0vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/179kbEHZwm8/s400/Monspiral.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374376461628068594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fascinating picture this is. But let me tell you what I find so fascinating about this picture. most of the time we tend to do, atleast a bit of research, just to make sure whether what we have heard or read is true, because we dont just trust anything we read or hear anymore. I believe this is due to a myriad of lies we've been fed in countless ways in almost all mediums of media in the past. But we usually do believe what is in front of our eyes. This picture sort of destroys that trust we so comfortably rely on, this picture decieves our eyes or it makes our eyes decieve our brain or merely it makes our brains decieves us, whichever way it is we are not seeing the truth when we look at this picture because there is absolutely no blue in the picture. The blue you see is exactly the same shade of green. Fascinating isn't it? Makes me wonder if everything my eyes see is real.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is also an interesting story from "what the bleep we know?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18px; "&gt;Sean Kelleher&lt;br /&gt;Junior Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18px; "&gt;"Every generation has its built-in assumptions:&lt;br /&gt;            That the world is flat, or that the world is round&lt;br /&gt;There are hundreds of hidden assumptions, things we take for granted that may or may not be true, and of course in the vast majority of these cases those things aren't true.  So, presumably, if history is any guide, much of what we take for granted about the world simply isn't true, but we're locked into these precepts without even knowing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "When Columbus sailed to the Americas the natives there didn't see him coming.  The reason that the natives didn't see the ships on the horizon was because they had no knowledge or experience that suggested that clipper ships existed.  So the shaman starts to realize that he sees ripples out on the ocean, but he sees no ship and he starts to wonder, 'what's causing the effect?'  So, every day he goes out and looks and looks and looks, and after a period of time, he's able to see the ships. And once he sees the ships, he goes back and tells everybody else that ships exist out there and because everybody trusted and believe in him, they saw them also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The idea that we cannot literally see things because we have no knowledge of them seems a little far-fetched.  However, this seems to be a rather literal version of Plato's "Allegory of the Cave" with a different ending.  The natives serve as the people in the cave.  They are unaware that there is anything out there beyond what they already know to be real, therefore, they do not see anything other than the ripples on the ocean. But, when the shaman takes time to observe carefully the ripples and what could possibly be making them, he opens his mind and is able to see the ships out on the water.  Just like in the "Allegory of the Cave", the man who has become enlightened, the shaman in this case returns to the people in the cave, the native, and he tells them what he has seen to be real.  However, unlike in the "Allegory of the Cave", the natives listen to the shaman and accept what he says to be true because they have respect for him and trust what he tells them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18px; "&gt;"Is it possible that we're conditioned to our daily lives; so conditioned to the way we create our lives that we buy the idea that we have no control at all?  Quantum physics say that what's happening within us will create the word outside of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-2753489683114504926?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/2753489683114504926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/fascinating.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/2753489683114504926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/2753489683114504926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHZJ8pTvC5M/SpWe6syP0vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/179kbEHZwm8/s72-c/Monspiral.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-142859908080799858</id><published>2009-08-24T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:34:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Question: There are only two barbers in a town.The first barbershop is filthy! Hair is everywhere along with dirt and grime. The barber is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unkept&lt;/span&gt; and his hair is a mess. The second barbershop is immaculate. You could eat your lunch right off the floor. And the barber is so well kept and his hair is neat and trim. so which shop would you go to have your hair cut?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I went to the doctor last night. I've been having this problem of pooping (loose motion), it sucks by the way. Now this doctor was not the usual doc we have here. His life style is a bit unorthodox to the standards we have here apparently. it is said he burns the tyres of his sports car(drifting probably), he married another young girl leaving his wife and he goes to disco's and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;He was wearing jeans and a shirt on duty last night. I was told i should have chosen another doctor. But why? I believe he is qualified, if you don't think some one like that, is qualified or would be careless in diagnosing, then isn't it better to question the motives of the hospital??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;well anyways I liked the doc, he was cool...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;what is with people still judging on appearance? why are we hung on mediocre bullshit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;like the other day two girls came with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt; for a survey they were conducting. one of the questions were " who would you vote if there were two political candidates with equal qualifications and were presenting the same ideas... the only difference was gender, one is male and the other female?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;as i see it, if i answered this I automatically become something like a womanizer or some one who discriminates women.. and they didn't take my very honest "I don't know how to choose between them" answer. so I had to choose one... knowing that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt; from some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; rights protection group I chose the woman. I bet that's what they wanted to hear anyway. I don't know about the rest of the world but i would support anyone, be it a woman or a man, who puts forth a better "plan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I just want to say why not focus on the bigger picture rather then focusing things that don't actually make a difference.... and if you didn't already know ..you'd go the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unkept&lt;/span&gt; filthy barber because, since there are only two barbers in the town, the neat one must have his hair cut by the filthy barber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;oh and HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RAMAZAAN&lt;/span&gt; to all of you :)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-142859908080799858?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/142859908080799858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/barber-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/142859908080799858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/142859908080799858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/barber-shop.html' title='Barber shop'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-1662966696863620678</id><published>2009-08-13T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:32:04.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(I was reading some hilarious exchanges between customer and employee on www.notalwaysright.com, when it occured to me that these things often do happen here as well. So I thought I'd share something of the sort that happened some years back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was working at the crappiest government office which housed only 5 computers, of which 3 were used to store data. Of the other two; one was on my desk which was inaccessible to all other employees and one remained for the administrative section. &lt;div&gt;This PC at the admin area was used to mostly type letters; the rest of the work was done manually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day while I was at my desk a co-worker (about 22 years, male)  called me about some problem with the admin PC, so I went to see what was wrong.  He was sitting in front of the monitor eyes wide open as if something terrifying appeared on screen. But it was only an error message asking to press ALT+F2 to continue, so I told him to do that and started walking towards my department when he yelled that it was not working. I thought maybe the PC was stuck or something and asked him to press ALT+F2 again, now I was standing right behind him when he proceeded to press the ALT key , "F" key and 2 on the numeric keypad or numpad.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when I found out almost everyone at the office was not computer literate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-1662966696863620678?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/1662966696863620678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/1662966696863620678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/1662966696863620678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-years-ago.html' title='Some years ago'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-6386645788917814180</id><published>2009-08-05T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:46:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No one here gets out alive"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we weep as we yearn for freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our tears are invisible to they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our cries are inaudible too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our faces are perceived to be rigid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mindless machines of nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made to be toyed with they imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oblivious of our emotions are the creatures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bragging about an infinite wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;struggling in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every day my mate and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are imprisoned for satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made an ornament of attraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complete with a cheap mockery of nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed a cruel trick of torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we need more than a bubble pump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a daily quota of horrible grub........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-6386645788917814180?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/6386645788917814180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-here-gets-out-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/6386645788917814180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/6386645788917814180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-here-gets-out-alive.html' title='&quot;No one here gets out alive&quot;'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-5330587137923262866</id><published>2009-08-03T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:14:29.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will</title><content type='html'>it's what separates us from animals&lt;div&gt;its what separates us from angels (don't know whether that is a good thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's what makes us who we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today free will is not as free as it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our wills are governed, choices are made finite by rules and regulations, also by etiquette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did we choose to limit our choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No we did not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merely we inherited these limiters from our genius ancestors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who thought with too much free will we'd create chaos amongst ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who also thought individuality is dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right they were to some extent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet we are now observing some animals whom without free will show social behaviour and live harmoniously among themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the question is, was these animals the inspiration to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;limit&lt;/span&gt; free will in hope of achieving harmony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or did they just invent limiters to drive slaves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it blasphemous to repress a god given gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or  is free will becoming obsolete?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-5330587137923262866?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/5330587137923262866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-will.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5330587137923262866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5330587137923262866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-will.html' title='Free Will'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-5967216456198942638</id><published>2009-07-29T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:28:54.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings that bother me</title><content type='html'>some foreigner: sir where is (insert name of some street here).....&lt;div&gt;me: sorry, I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foreigner: OK can you tell me where (insert name of a place here) is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: um I don't know where that place is... sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foreigner: Tsk Tsk and you live in Male' , what DO you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: apparently nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It bothers me why some people assume somethings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 -  like almost everyone assumes that you know every detail of a band if you are a fan,  and               when they learn that you don't,  they go "tsk tsk and you call yourself a fan". I'd like to say to these people that I just like the SONGS, I don't care whether they pooped somewhere or not..err  of course if its something out of the ordinary/bizarre as pooping in public I'd be interested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - also people assume If your hair is long (you being a male) you are into drugs or you are violent and aggressive.... um this is also stereo typing but an assumption nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not trying to please you..I'll have it however I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - oh and there are those who assume I am into drugs every time I lose weight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I may have been trying to lose weight.... and again I am not trying to please you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Another assumption I hate is that you are not mature if you watch cartoons or play video games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I like them, and maturity is not doing something because it is what most adults do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Assuming that sleep during day time is not the same as night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the same if you people just didn't make so much noise, and I have so much more interesting dreams during the daytime...it's like a whole new channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Assuming you are not working as hard as other employees if you are spotted outside the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work extra hard to get enough free time to go out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- and assuming you'd know every place and also all street names of a place if you live there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as Sheldon says; by this logic i should know all about human nature/anthropology/ psychology etc.. because I am a human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - assuming this will be an eighth assumption that bothers me..weren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-5967216456198942638?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/5967216456198942638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/somethings-that-bother-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5967216456198942638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5967216456198942638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/somethings-that-bother-me.html' title='Somethings that bother me'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-286574160710998696</id><published>2009-07-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:15:51.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited knowledge</title><content type='html'>starts out as the tiniest seed&lt;div&gt;nurtured by nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blooms into a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of shape and girth that could not have been contained in something so tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some argue that this is a clear sign of almighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while others say it is pure happenstance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say ideas start out as tiny seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nurtured enough, with time it grows to become complex beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the extent hate and fear are mongered and lives are lost to defend those beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while this becomes the norm, new ideas are rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may we be nanobots gone rogue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whos original purpose was to nurture a cell of a bigger form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my idea is, there must be someone who is responsible for us being here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest is problematic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;history has variations, future is unpredictable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is certain is the present, which is today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today I've no idea to what I just spoke about......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-286574160710998696?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/286574160710998696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/limited-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/286574160710998696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/286574160710998696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/limited-knowledge.html' title='Limited knowledge'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-5955496920535746016</id><published>2009-07-25T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:28:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;heart ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loss of sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rampant on every occasion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haunted by an elusive emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopelessly drifts and hides away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evasive of a shamans cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of detest and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vengeance : let us make them suffer a fate worse than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us : that they do deserve, yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vengeance : let us not wait, for the moment is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: cannot muster enough strength or courage when I am feeling so low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vengeance :  cowards we will be if we don't retaliate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us : so be it, cowardice or retaliation wont free us of heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voluptuous but confused &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oblivious to reactions that followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gathered and regrouped with those who assisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pride : feel the liberation!, dead weight held us back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they : we don't feel justified by that reasoning, we have urges to go back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pride : don't be fools, we embark on a new journey here on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they : such wisdom you speak, onwards I shall move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until learnt to hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there'd always be heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they mark us as things cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it was they who made us this jewel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-5955496920535746016?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/5955496920535746016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/duel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5955496920535746016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/5955496920535746016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/duel.html' title='duel'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-963558557116673361</id><published>2009-07-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:26:10.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHERRY THEORY</title><content type='html'>a working theory of a black cherry&lt;div&gt;a hypothesis maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe a mere question I carry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without further ado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's what i think is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preserved fruits taste bitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discovered a lifetime later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o' how sweet the real cherry tastes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through skin to the stone sweetness lasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fated to have had the experience once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in pursuit of it's sweetness ever since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rendered wasteful those years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how proudly a smile they wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pity those smiling unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eons later, came across a cherry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as fate has it, it was a red cherry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed it is a sad story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the black cherry I was after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clueless to where they are, I ponder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it whether a blessing or a curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can now never be worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the black cherry here is scarce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long it has been, the taste I can barely remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I recall, it was a cold night one December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all lesser cherries went sour...(sigh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-963558557116673361?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/963558557116673361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherry-theory.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/963558557116673361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/963558557116673361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherry-theory.html' title='CHERRY THEORY'/><author><name>LAPUTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458950522494820144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667927327411229347.post-5462152075253695549</id><published>2009-07-23T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:44:44.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream</title><content type='html'>did you ever stop.&lt;div&gt;just stop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to step outside and see what's inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything in seems to be manmade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;born as  an empty vessel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boarded with dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was I curious for it? or was I fed forcefully?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a wonderland outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am I doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes I just float out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are times when I have to dig my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but everytime, I am dragged back by a strong current,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a current that holds me tight, a current that imprisons me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a current that would never let go, nor can I let go of her fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a release would be most welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is but, a dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;developed roots through eons are hard to dig out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has a hold on the world like a pitchers grasp on a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a weak lever breaks trying to pry the world free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a union of strong levers is what we need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is but,  just a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woken out by forces unknown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thrown in by reasons that will never be my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through weaves elaborately woven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall swim through to your haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-5462152075253695549?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/5462152075253695549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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day</title><content type='html'>On knees and elbows she prays...&lt;div&gt;A deity she calls for, while i play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind her stiff as a feather i stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together in time we sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the while trying to keep thoughts at bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On knees and elbows she prays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deity she calls for while i play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to cleanse the noise in a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whisper, stifle her screeches she may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tranquility, i find is like the colour gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dull, blunt and a bore i say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As loud as i permit, she may holler away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On knees and elbows she prays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deity she calls for, while i play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an obedient child with claws she did obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood dripping along lines of five,  as she tries to flay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, not on knees and elbows she went astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deity she calls for she did betray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calls out for me and i tell her its okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and agree to play another day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667927327411229347-998104245219399049?l=kutlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/feeds/998104245219399049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kutlas.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667927327411229347/posts/default/998104245219399049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;limpid fluid i find at its core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;delicious and bitter though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melts on touch and roars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel as though a boat not with oars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through seas rough it rows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tire myself to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to go further for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has yet to reach the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then i am with her i let her know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then i close my eyes as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;savour every moment more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what had to happen i could not allow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for later regret i will, i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this in two crystal balls i saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the delicious bitternes i shall follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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