<?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-8269127</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:38:24.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daLam otAk...</title><subtitle type='html'>soMe ranDom tHoughtS, iDeas, queStioNs, whiCh &lt;br&gt;
liNgered iN me heaD a littLe loNger tHan it sHould haVe...  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-7264768305928509260</id><published>2008-04-17T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:30:24.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Our True Masters..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; How can we say we’ve lived fully everyday; by simply experiencing the same emotions that we are addicted to everyday. A master is ever quite so different; it is one that sees the day as an opportunity in time to create avenues of reality and emotions that are unborn, that the day becomes infinite tomorrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-7264768305928509260?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/7264768305928509260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=7264768305928509260&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/7264768305928509260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/7264768305928509260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-we-our-true-masters.html' title='Are We Our True Masters..?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-7890396335747570111</id><published>2008-01-02T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:31:31.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FunkStar DeluX</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158270191359&amp;site=widget-ff.slide.com" style="width:500px;height:500px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:750px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-7890396335747570111?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/7890396335747570111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=7890396335747570111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/7890396335747570111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/7890396335747570111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2008/01/funkstar-delux.html' title='FunkStar DeluX'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-3897593672469246460</id><published>2007-10-29T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:06:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our A N G E L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sherizan/1724985735/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/1724985735_1a84ee975b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; There is not a single person whom I know that has not been effected by our living angle. A year filled with life has almost gone by, and there has not been a day gone by that beautiful name XARA not ring in my head. More often that not asking why..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll ever know...  And though I know that this 'WHY?' is not for me to know, I know I can never stop asking why... Which is why you will always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•~•~•~•~•~•&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-3897593672469246460?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/3897593672469246460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=3897593672469246460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/3897593672469246460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/3897593672469246460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-n-g-e-l_29.html' title='our A N G E L'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/1724985735_1a84ee975b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-117498477947603272</id><published>2007-03-27T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:51:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/425967550/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/425967550_df7e7e8a75.jpg" class="flickr-photo" width="600" height="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;'LiFE' has been presenting a different side of herself to me lately. Metamorphosing into a new obscured, unobserved or better said unthought denotation of herself. Funny thing is; 'LiFE', as always is as 'LiFE' is... Unmitigated, undoubted, unbounded, unreserved; a total and absolute finality, consummated by what seems to be 'destiny'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny? Hogwash..!! &lt;br/&gt;I am my actions. &lt;br/&gt;My actions result in me. &lt;br/&gt;My actions a resolution of my choices. &lt;br/&gt;Choices of my choosing. &lt;br/&gt;Chosen to satisfy my desire; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And Desire..? &lt;br/&gt;...Desire is spontaneous; never planed. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Destiny..?? Hogwash!..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'LiFE', as always is as 'LiFE' is... unarguable, conclusive, definite and beyond doubt irrefutably intensifies Perpetuity. Forever constant but illusive in its definition. Abundance in its interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a Monkey and a Rock..!??; Or 42..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deductions to 'LiFE' that probably mean everything yet say nothing. Interpretations derived in the presence of circumstances, which dictates the march of our percipience on 'LiFE'. A percipience that casts 'LiFE' as the ever changing, constantly evolving dramatis personae in this play we define as consciousness; yet conceptually 'LiFE' is Constant. Eternal. Its Boundless, Enduring, Infinite, Permanent... 'LiFE' is Uninterrupted, Continual and Never Changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny..?? Hogwash! you say..!? Funny isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ffa31f&gt;•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-117498477947603272?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/117498477947603272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=117498477947603272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/117498477947603272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/117498477947603272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2007/03/life.html' title='LiFE'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/425967550_df7e7e8a75_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-115482198594850813</id><published>2006-08-06T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:53:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe waitiN roOm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/71125638/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71125638_4f9d70344b.jpg" width="250" height="" alt="" style="border: solid 1px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I have noticed, especially within this past few years is the phenomenal growth of interest in photography, be it within my immediate family or within the community I live in.  Besides the fact that more of us are being exposed to more of everything everyday, the increased accessibility to the technological 'know-how' of any given subject too has made it easier for anyone to explore any field of interest.  With photography such instance is reflected in the ever progressing &lt;i&gt;digital imaging technology&lt;/i&gt; existing today. Making this 'once niche art form' not only excess-able but also less daunting to all. As a result there are now a shit load more of interesting &lt;b&gt;photographers&lt;/b&gt; everywhere. But sadly to many of us it ends there... '&lt;i&gt;interesting photographer&lt;/I&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it? Are there any avenues available that would allow one to take this newfound title and develop it further...? It the basic 'which came first story', the chicken or the egg? A never-ending catch 22 that comes in an assortment of &lt;i&gt;packages&lt;/i&gt; I find especially here in this region.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Given that most of us in this group live or work in Malaysia/region, there seem to be very few if not no means/ways for an amateur photographer/artist as many of us are... to further explore/develop this new found art form of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this dilemma is &lt;b&gt;no fault of no one&lt;/b&gt;, but instead a circumstantial glitch caused by the rapid globalization of our world today. Causing many a young nations to precariously balance globalization on borrowed modernization without the time to even contemplate a renaissance of any what sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as I am sure many of you who grew up here, in this time and age, never really contemplated '&lt;i&gt;the arts&lt;/i&gt;' as a viable field of study... To many it was just never an option. I believe due to the priorities of the time, generally 'the arts' was never set high on the list as a Viable Social Economical Growth Variable by generation that came before us, meaning to say our elders, parents teachers and so on. As a result most of us wanted to be doctors, lawyers or engineers... Which I must say again is &lt;b&gt;no fault of no one&lt;/b&gt;, but instead merely a circumstantial glitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have managed to read this to this point enduring the mesh of my verbal diarrhea, probably having to re-read sentences twice if not trice looking for a point… Well this is it… there is no point. It just verbal diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-115482198594850813?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/115482198594850813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=115482198594850813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/115482198594850813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/115482198594850813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2006/08/waitin-room.html' title='tHe waitiN roOm'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-114747931258086538</id><published>2006-05-13T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:15:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible is an excuess</title><content type='html'>'Impossible' is so easily made possible, merely by removing the 'im'; I strongly believe that such words used to describe ones faith or situation is nothing but the unwillingness to try. To take chances on the unknown for fear the risk are to great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest risk anyone takes is not to try at all. Keep on keeping on, I definitely try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-114747931258086538?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/114747931258086538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=114747931258086538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114747931258086538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114747931258086538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2006/05/impossible-is-excuess.html' title='Impossible is an excuess'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-114527191715605103</id><published>2006-04-17T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:56:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats, Reverend Fernandez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Today i was watching a show on Discovery "Monsters Garage" and discovered that one could be legally ordained as a minister online. I just had to try it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently now I am legally a Misister able to perform weddings and such in the US.. Can you believe it. Check it out or even get ordained if you like at &lt;a href="http://www.ulc.org/"&gt;Universal Life Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/130021100/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/130021100_8afdb259bf.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/130021100/"&gt;need a minister... anybody?&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/spunkymonky/"&gt;spuNkymoNky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-114527191715605103?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/114527191715605103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=114527191715605103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114527191715605103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114527191715605103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-reverend-fernandez.html' title='Thats, Reverend Fernandez...'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-114341518017886057</id><published>2006-03-27T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:35:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing More but Mere Ants....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Was looking through some bLogs today and I stumbled across this &lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; my brother in-laws bLog that plots the places you've been to on a map. Kinda like a &lt;b&gt;'god-eye view'&lt;/b&gt; of the world. I've always believed I have had my fair share of travel. Blessing me with the fortunate opportunity to experience other culture  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a big big world this is. A world I thought I knew but in reality I know so little about.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps/worldmap?visited=CAESUKCNIDMYSGLKTHAUNZ" width="" height="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries"&gt;create your own visited countries map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.tonjafabritz.com"&gt;vertaling Duits Nederlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-114341518017886057?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/114341518017886057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=114341518017886057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114341518017886057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/114341518017886057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-more-but-mere-ants.html' title='Nothing More but Mere Ants....'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-113004800587868060</id><published>2005-10-23T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:54:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SomethingS are just a big NO! NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutupyourface/54529199/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/54529199_8055d3de9c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shutupyourface/"&gt;shutupyourface&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHis is &lt;font color=white&gt;Surpanakha&lt;/font&gt; the bad guy from the mythical Hindu tale, Ramayana. The bad guy who steaLs &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt;'s wife &lt;i&gt;Sita&lt;/i&gt;, which forces &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; whom otherwise is a pretty chilled dude go get her back, now this off cause inadvertently creates a shit-stir in an otherwise semi pleasant place to be; citer chatters amongst the trees on impending war to come builds as he marches towards our baddie's lair, and somehow manages to not only drag in some non-related third party bystanders into his cause but also rally them up, roaring prepped to die for a battle not theirs. Volleying up support from these monkeys was made possible through their white monkey leader (&lt;i&gt;Hanuman&lt;/i&gt;), in exchange for what exactly I would never know.. but what we gave &lt;i&gt;Rama&lt;/i&gt; was the means to wage war on a small nation (&lt;i&gt;what is today's Sri Lanka&lt;/i&gt;), where our baddie &lt;i&gt;evil wife-stealing baddie&lt;/i&gt; was hiding out. I guess its somewhat reflects todays battlefield tactics, &lt;font color=silver&gt;bLast tHe shit out of everything until the head honcho is flushed out&lt;/font&gt;... civilians... what civilians. &lt;b&gt;Guilty by matter of demographic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless back to our villain &lt;b&gt;Surpanakha&lt;/b&gt; in question, what a blooming idiot if you ask me. WHAT A BLOOMING IDIOT cause not only did he receive an ass whooping for:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;1.&lt;/font&gt; his slightly warped '&lt;i&gt;Casanovic&lt;/i&gt;' approach of &lt;i&gt;stealing a woman's heart&lt;/i&gt;; and.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;2.&lt;/font&gt;being the bright-spark that sparked up this whole mess in the first place.. &lt;br /&gt;He got a severe ass whooping for on top of all for atempting to try-out this thing call love with a woman who is someone else's wife. Another man's wife... &lt;font color=white&gt;Let this be a lesson to all, a severe ass whooping should not surprise any fool who's foolish enough to attempt such a stunt&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear ol'&lt;b&gt;Surpanakha&lt;/b&gt; just doesn't pick any ol' ordinary jo, to steal from/fuck with.. he picks mythical prince... A most likely very handsome, not to mentioned popular, rich, has got everything he wants and ever needs kinda prince.  Who's wife he did not just gently persuaded/woo willingly away but instead dramatically kidnapped/snatched away, ripped from, dragged away kicking and screaming from what was until that very moment her very own paradise. Ripped from paradise not by a Casanova, but rather a would be Casanova who non the less, more often than not would be an ugly, and I mean uugLy, fat, probably smelly, multi-headed (depending on region), did I mention ugly would be suitor.. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; honestly there can only be one logical possible outcome to this scenario, wouldn't there? I am sure budding love was the motive of our would be suitor but instead what would probably manifest from the kidnapped love interest would be, a more logical, extreme unadulterated sense of hate our unconventional suitor, which would most likely be hailed in with a blood curdling scream of horror belched out at the mere sight at of our would be Casanova. A sound so unbearable that it crawls up ones skin and the only for seeable relief would to bash ones own head in against a brick wall in hope to drown out the spin tingling screeching... and than while still throbbing unbearably from the pain of ramming ones own head into a brick wall, would one be bothered by the thoughts of what was it that drove such a predicament forth; and finally &lt;font color=#ffa31f&gt;the icing on the cake, would be the self-torment felt as a result of being completely aware that the unbearably agony felt at that moment was self inflicted, brought on by the thought that it would be best to steal another man's life&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are a big &lt;font color=white&gt;NO! NO!&lt;/font&gt; this just happen to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-113004800587868060?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/113004800587868060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=113004800587868060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/113004800587868060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/113004800587868060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2005/10/somethings-are-just-big-no-no.html' title='SomethingS are just a big NO! NO!'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-112440190735251741</id><published>2005-08-19T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:47:30.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cLock oN the waLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/9194457/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/9194457_8d9408d859.jpg" width="350" height="348" alt="cLock oN é waLL" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/9194457/"&gt;cLock oN é waLL&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/spunkymonky/"&gt;spuNkymoNky&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities lie in every moment. The key lay in your leverage but more importantly is, knowing how &amp; when to use it. You are your standards. You are the results of your choices; what you see is always what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity and Focus drives you to a Vision,&lt;br /&gt;A vision propelled purely by passion... &lt;br /&gt;Clarity and Focus will drive your Vision,&lt;br /&gt;Only when you began to listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest your time, spend less of it,&lt;br /&gt;cause you simply can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;Once spent, this time have you, &lt;br /&gt;gone will it be, somewhere in history.&lt;br /&gt;The most precious gift given to thee,&lt;br /&gt;Is time itself, as pure can be.&lt;br /&gt;Time to sow, to grow to reap; Or &lt;br /&gt;Time to merely chill and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An equal amount for you, for me,&lt;br /&gt;To be whatever we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Equal amount to sow and grow, Or;&lt;br /&gt;Equal amount to bitch and groan.&lt;br /&gt;Which ever you choose its up to you,&lt;br /&gt;The choices you make results in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tik~toc, tik~toc, tik~toc toc...&lt;br /&gt;time goes by with every tik and toc&lt;br /&gt;60 times 60 times 12 times 2, &lt;br /&gt;is all the tic~tocs given to you; &lt;br /&gt;60 times 60 times 12 times 2, &lt;br /&gt;to ask, to see, to learn, to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-112440190735251741?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/112440190735251741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=112440190735251741&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/112440190735251741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/112440190735251741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2005/08/clock-on-e-wall_19.html' title='cLock oN the waLL'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-111939876177079756</id><published>2005-06-22T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:39:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHat is yoUr caRd</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Koshari/1072669422_rotTheStar.jpg" border="0" alt="The Star Card"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;This was miNe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You are the Star card. The Star is the light of hope. Shining in the night, sending light into darkness, the stars provide direction to sailors and are a field on which to dream. Humanity used to look up at the sky and desire to be there, to find out what it all meant, and now we have been a distance into space and have elementary ideas of the makeup of all the different stars. This kind of achievement adds further fuel to our hopes. The eternal, slow-moving stars that will be long shining past the end of our own existence provide hope of immortality, and the vast space they suggest and the very mystery they hold provide us with excitement and knowledge yet to be discovered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Koshari/quizzes/Which%20Tarot%20Card%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-111939876177079756?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/111939876177079756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=111939876177079756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/111939876177079756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/111939876177079756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-your-card.html' title='wHat is yoUr caRd'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-110271114380629410</id><published>2004-12-11T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:31:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHere iS happiNess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/" title="spuNkymoNky's iMages"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/55104930_433c251908_o.gif" alt="" style="border: transparent"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If the core of oneself is the pursuit for happiness, than we can safely argue that the desire for happiness is a universal goal. We all are in search of happiness… But what is this happiness we seek...? What defines happiness? Would we be able to recognise it? Could we…? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if by some chance, stumble upon do we this happiness we blindly seek; will the instinctive drive of humanity’s nagging curiosity to know what lies just beyond the next ridge allow us to simply reside there and be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-110271114380629410?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/110271114380629410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=110271114380629410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110271114380629410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110271114380629410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-is-happiness_11.html' title='wHere iS happiNess?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-110202856800685982</id><published>2004-12-03T06:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:00:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="moNkey sHout"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/55104910_72619ea99b_o.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well are you…? Pissed off… How about irritated or frustrated, wound up or riled up? Are these words familiar to you? Does someone or something irked or annoyed in anyway? Life can’t be all that smooth sailing, now can it…? Do you feel that you are put in a position of discontent that forces you to experience anger? I am sure you do… I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn’t it… the nature of things… Sharing, caring, learning, living, loving, all that ‘No Man Is An Island’ drama, fundamentals of social living, society and coexisting basically the bedrock of civilization all things that make us claim to be masters of our world, also is the seed of so much discontent which generates most of the anger felt today. Things done wrong to you… and what are you going to do about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are angry. What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream…?&lt;br /&gt;Express it…?&lt;br /&gt;Vent it out…?&lt;br /&gt;Throw a tantrum? &lt;br /&gt;Let it all out… Show it in your face…? &lt;br /&gt;Stomp around and let your feelings be known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it help? &lt;h9&gt;Can it honestly help...?&lt;/h9&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean does it really help? How can all that venting and tantrums and stomping and screaming really help resolve anger when these actions themselves are born from anger. How can anger resolve anger? Why are we thought this? Why are we thought to cry, to resolve grief? Isn't one man's meat another man's poison? What simple mind came up with such remedies to frustration? Worse still what silly fools we are to be lead by these simple minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not claim to know these answers nor do I have any earth shattering theories to resolve the nagging everyday frustrations we all face but what I do know is, anger on anger can only lead to rage. I think its time we all stop trying to resolve frustrations and focus on generating contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-110202856800685982?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/110202856800685982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=110202856800685982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110202856800685982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110202856800685982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/12/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off...?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-110148046992043375</id><published>2004-11-26T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:27:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iF yOu're goiNg 2 B thinkiNg, yOu mAy aS weLL thiNk BIG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 25px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/" title="spuNkymoNky's iMages"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/55104893_488a57eeb0_o.gif" alt="" style="border: transparent" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you'll die a lot of times. You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sighing canting grace-proud faces… their three-mile prayers and half-mile graces. The pressure of adversity does not affect the mind of the brave man. It is more powerful than external circumstances. Getting an idea should be like sitting down on a pin. It should make you jump up and do something. Ideas never keep… &lt;q&gt;So bloody do it...!&lt;/q&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk well of your friends and of your enemies say nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness. &lt;br /&gt;Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing arouses more hope than the first few hours of a diet. Hope is the dream of the waking man. A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost... When I can dream no longer, I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delay is better than disaster. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read part of it all the way through. The seaman tells stories of winds, the ploughman of bulls the soldier details his wounds, the shepherd his sheep. Freedom without obligation is anarchy. Obligation that comes with freedom is democracy. A well-governed appetite is the greater part of liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men make gods, there is no God! Humility like the darkness reveals the heavenly lights. &lt;br /&gt;This also -- the only gift, is a portion of thyself. That I live I consider a gift of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-110148046992043375?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/110148046992043375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=110148046992043375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110148046992043375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/110148046992043375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-youre-going-2-b-thinking-you-may-as.html' title='iF yOu&apos;re goiNg 2 B thinkiNg, &lt;br&gt;yOu mAy aS weLL thiNk BIG!'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-109561475270102258</id><published>2004-09-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:24:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haVe we loSt tHe gRey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkymonky/" title="spuNkymoNky's iMages"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/55104901_bd9e3706a4_o.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We all have seen and even partaken in those countless debates and forums on &lt;q&gt;right and wrong&lt;/q&gt;, &lt;q&gt;black and white&lt;/q&gt;, &lt;q&gt;either, or&lt;/q&gt;, whether be it in our everyday life or that of the life of others and or even that which happens between governments... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right And Wrong? Imagine that. What is right? And by what measure does this conviction of &lt;q&gt;what is Right&lt;/q&gt; drawn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to the in betweens… The &lt;b&gt;gRey&lt;/b&gt; that lies between two points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-109561475270102258?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/109561475270102258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=109561475270102258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109561475270102258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109561475270102258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-we-lost-grey.html' title='haVe we loSt tHe gRey?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-109559388584276310</id><published>2004-09-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:54:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couRage</title><content type='html'>Courage is defined as the ability to face danger, difficulty, uncertainty, or pain without being overcome by fear or being deflected from a chosen course of action. Many of today’s world leaders have great courage: the courage to do harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... would we be better off with cowardice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-109559388584276310?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/109559388584276310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=109559388584276310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109559388584276310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109559388584276310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/09/courage.html' title='couRage'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-109531134540889666</id><published>2004-09-16T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T05:02:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niRvaNa...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 13px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=411031" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/411031_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 3px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 70%; 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=411031"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sherizan/"&gt;sherIZAN&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heaven... Hell... Nirvana... The continued cycle of suffering… what does this all mean...? Why do we belief…? And what does it mean when we say we belief in something? What path of reasoning have we taken that brings’ us to the point of believing in an idea or ideology or in what ever it maybe? Believing in an idea is dangerous! Because belief is absolute, and absolute, is unconditional, it is supreme, its ultimate and therefore fixed, which by definition will never be acceptable to change… Therefore in this line of reasoning, belief is lethal, selfish and more importantly destructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion revolves around belief on the total conviction of an ideology, which lies solely on faith… Therefore is belief in an idea or ideology really a good thing? Or wouldn't a complete understanding of that idea be better...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a belief it is unconditional, total and absolute… And absolute creates unshakeable, uncompromising, situations where one believes that their believe is the absolute truth and therefore justify fighting for those beliefs… Hence wars are fought... WHY…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we abandon our greatest asset when it comes to a belief and especially so when it comes to religion…? What happen to reasoning? Why does reason fly out the door the moment faith or belief is challenged? What is it....? Are you afraid!? Or is it your pride...? What!!! What the fuck is it…? Why can’t reason be utilized when faith or belief is being debated…? Why do we choose to drop our greatest asset, which is the power of reasoning when it comes to our belief…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if total and absolute belief on a particular ideology is instead replaced with a complete understanding of it, would the possibility of being more open or expectable to an opposing point view on the matter be more likely. Granting us the opportunity to challenge our understanding on that matter further, making it easier to digest and analyze a different point of view. Therefore broadening our perspective on the subject at hand, directly increasing our wisdom as a whole. And with wisdom do you think we would have the heart kill each other... Imagine that true compassion for another and all because we reasoned out our differences to find a middle ground and not bash the living hell out of humanity based on blind faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A belief in an ideology is blind and is based on faith..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a complete understanding about that ideology &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand can only be derived from deductive &lt;br /&gt;reasoning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, which would you think is more productive…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-109531134540889666?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/109531134540889666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=109531134540889666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109531134540889666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109531134540889666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/09/nirvana_109531134540889666.html' title='niRvaNa...?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-109501167808936235</id><published>2004-09-13T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T10:19:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BombBlast iN jakaRta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=383936" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/383936_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 3px #000000" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 70%; 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?id=383936"&gt;BombBlast&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sherizan/"&gt;sherIZAN&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was there sitting beside sherIZAN watching TV and let me tell you guys it was scary... iZan immediately turn to me and ask &lt;q&gt;WHAT WAS THAT!!!!&lt;/q&gt;... I will never forget the fright in her face... I didn't know what it was. I have never heard anything like that, but I put on my calm face and as calmly as I could said &lt;q&gt;That's a bomb...&lt;/q&gt; iZan took the shot on the left from rolaaNd's balcony, hardly about 1 minute after the blast that shook everything in Jakarta morning that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to go in a little late to work that day because we missed 'the Practice' the night before and was watching the rerun of 'Ed's' waiting for 'the Practice'... when all of a sudden &lt;q&gt;kaBoooooM....!!!!!!&lt;/q&gt; It was the loudest sound I ever heard, which was followed by some kind of shock wave that I swear I could see going through the air  and hit us both in the chest.... It looked like some kind of visual effect used in a movie or music video.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to think that 'the Practice' sort of saved us... cause we would have been at the junction where the blast happened at around that time. Basically beside the hospital where all the injured were rushed to only about 100 meters or so from the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we were shaken but life goes on doesn't it... Life goes on... On And On....!!! its funny.... We, well at least I would normally relate or have any relation to such events through the tele... but being here is sheds a whole new light... Its 'funny'. Yup.., FUNNY would be the best way I can describe it. With all the trauma and human loss caused its just another day here. We went out that evening to go get some food and saw the destruction. It was mad... but things still went on as normal. The governments of the world are still and will still be doing government things... America or Australia or whichever country these people are pissed at, will still be as they are. What has changed? What will change...? Makes one ask why...??? for what apparent reason...??? and to who's benefit....??? the only people that suffered are the ones who got hurt and worse still the families of those died... the guard and a couple of locals. Really a pointless exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can bomb every leader in the world but do they really think anything would change... Oppression is an age-old problem, its nothing new... so whom are they fighting. The fundamental problem here is not the individual... This has to be realized for any change to come about and not through the selfish sense of &lt;q&gt;I&lt;/q&gt;... until the ideas of &lt;q&gt;you&lt;/q&gt; and &lt;q&gt;I&lt;/q&gt; is truly and honestly replaced with a honest understanding of &lt;h8&gt;&lt;q&gt;us&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/h8&gt;... this will never stop. It's sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-109501167808936235?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/feeds/109501167808936235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269127&amp;postID=109501167808936235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109501167808936235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109501167808936235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/09/bombblast-in-jakarta.html' title='BombBlast iN jakaRta'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269127.post-109478052861609652</id><published>2004-08-22T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T09:44:57.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheRe 'm' i....?</title><content type='html'>Far away....? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;No sky up high......,&lt;br /&gt;No nothing below..&lt;br /&gt;LIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269127-109478052861609652?l=spunkymonky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109478052861609652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269127/posts/default/109478052861609652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkymonky.blogspot.com/2004/08/where-m-i.html' title='wheRe &apos;m&apos; i....?'/><author><name>spuNkymoNky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02106526921017597593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/27/55107075_d49b28c337_m.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
