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how tides play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sun faded away,&lt;br /&gt;how the milky way appear tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and how light find place to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o land,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how east coming along&lt;br /&gt;how west doing there,&lt;br /&gt;and north, how he is feeling,&lt;br /&gt;for,&lt;br /&gt;south shall be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;before sea, setting us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walk this path,&lt;br /&gt;the rain erase my foot print&lt;br /&gt;leaving travelers behind&lt;br /&gt;and be blinded by mist ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk and walk&lt;br /&gt;and the night arrive&lt;br /&gt;bring nothing but sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow shall,&lt;br /&gt;joy acompany me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----THE WOOD-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hollow wood...&lt;br /&gt;it know nothing&lt;br /&gt;it see nothing&lt;br /&gt;yet it feel something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wood&lt;br /&gt;stand alone in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;never to be noticed&lt;br /&gt;by passing travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the long night taken over&lt;br /&gt;this wood stand firm&lt;br /&gt;but how strong the wood will be&lt;br /&gt;if none supporting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rain and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;this wood stand alone&lt;br /&gt;wondering somebody&lt;br /&gt;wondering anybody&lt;br /&gt;would it be treasured,&lt;br /&gt;or be sunken with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------THE TRAVELLER--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rain poured down,&lt;br /&gt;a man walking alone,&lt;br /&gt;searching foot path,&lt;br /&gt;for him to continue his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find glittering jewel,&lt;br /&gt;in pool full of mud,&lt;br /&gt;for him to hold the azure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dark night,&lt;br /&gt;he walks alone,&lt;br /&gt;continue this path,&lt;br /&gt;for endless future he hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-5570784485809666707</id><published>2007-04-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:41:57.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>human relation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    While Islam presents itself as the          only way of life for people to achieve salvation in the after-life, it          also teaches its followers to live up to high standards in conduct with          other human beings, regardless of their religion, ethnicity, race,          language or culture. The Holy Quran is highly critical of Christian          beliefs in Trinity and regarding Jesus (peace be on him) as a deity. The          Holy Book is also very critical of the Jews for not accepting Jesus and          Muhammad (peace be on them) as messengers of God. At the same time,          however, it asks Muslims to establish a social association special only          to Christians and Jews. Examples of such association are permission of          marrying chaste women among them and giving explicit permission to eat          their food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The verses in the Holy Quran forbid Muslims to insult          anything that is viewed as a deity by any religion, regardless of          whether it is a person, a stone, a stick or a tree. The verse 2:256 of          the Quran says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let there be no compulsion in religion: Truth stands            out clear from Error: whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah has            grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And Allah            hears and knows all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Islam wants its adherents to be just to every human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not let your            hatred of a people incite you to aggression." (The Quran 5:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;2"And do not let            ill-will towards any folk incite you so that you swerve from dealing            justly. Be just; that is nearest to heedfulness" (The Quran 5:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muslims are asked to be truthful, trustworthy, humble, kind and          generous. They are asked to repel evil with goodness, control their          anger, and be forgiving. Some of the sayings of the Prophet are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"To            remove something harmful from the road, is charity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Charity            erases sins just as water extinguishes fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"He is            not a perfect believer, who goes to bed full and knows that his            neighbor is hungry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;!--msthemelist--&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="baseline" width="42"&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Show            mercy to people on earth so that Allâh will have mercy on you in            heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-5570784485809666707?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5570784485809666707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=5570784485809666707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/5570784485809666707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/5570784485809666707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/04/human-relation.html' title='human relation'/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-2834444348209981259</id><published>2007-04-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:29:19.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not the            Unbelievers see that the heavens and the earth were joined together            (as one unit of creation), before we clove them asunder? We made from            water every living thing. Will they not then believe?" (The Holy Quran,            21:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BASIC PROCESS OF THE FORMATION OF THE UNIVERSE&lt;br /&gt;      AND&lt;br /&gt;      THE RESULTING COMPOSITION OF THE WORLDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic, Arial, Helvetica;color:#000066;"&gt;By Dr. Maurice Bucaille&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;The Qur'an presents in two verses a brief synthesis of the phenomena that constituted       the basic&lt;br /&gt;      process of the formation of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;      ---sura 21, verse 30:&lt;br /&gt;      "Do not the Unbelievers see that the heavens and the earth were joined together, then       We clove them&lt;br /&gt;      asunder and We got every living thing out of the water. Will they not then believe?"&lt;br /&gt;      ---sura 41, verse 11: God orders the Prophet to speak after inviting him to reflect on the       subject of the&lt;br /&gt;      earth's creation:&lt;br /&gt;      "Moreover (God) turned to the Heaven when it was smoke and said to it and to the       earth..."&lt;br /&gt;      There then follow the orders to submit.&lt;br /&gt;      The important things to remember at present are the following:&lt;br /&gt;      a) The statement of the existence of a gaseous mass with fine particles, for this is how       the word 'smoke'&lt;br /&gt;      (dukan in Arabic) is to be interpreted. Smoke is generally made up of a gaseous       substratum, plus, in more&lt;br /&gt;      or less stable suspension, fine particles that may belong to solid and even liquid states       of matter at high&lt;br /&gt;      or low temperature;&lt;br /&gt;      b) The reference to a separation process (fatq) of an primary single mass whose elements       were initially&lt;br /&gt;      fused together (ratq). It must be noted that in Arabic 'fatq' is the action of breaking,       diffusing, separating,&lt;br /&gt;      and that 'ratq' is the action of fusing or binding together elements to make a homogenous       whole.&lt;br /&gt;      This concept of the separation of a whole into several parts is noted in other passages of       the Book&lt;br /&gt;      with reference to multiple worlds. The first verse of the first sura in the Qur'an       proclaims, after the&lt;br /&gt;      opening invocation, the following: "In the name of God, the Beneficent, the       Merciful", "Praise be to God,&lt;br /&gt;      Lord of the Worlds."&lt;br /&gt;      The terms 'worlds' reappears dozens of times in the Qur'an. The Heavens are referred to as      &lt;br /&gt;      multiple as well, not only on account of their plural form, but also because of their       symbolic&lt;br /&gt;      numerical quantity: 7.&lt;br /&gt;      This number is used 24 times throughout the Qur'an for various numerical quantities. It       often&lt;br /&gt;      carries the meaning of 'many' although we do not know exactly why this meaning of the       figure was used.&lt;br /&gt;      The Greeks and Romans also seem to have used the number 7 to mean an undefined idea of       plurality. In&lt;br /&gt;      the Qur'an, the number 7 refers to the Heavens themselves (samawat). It alone is       understood to mean&lt;br /&gt;      'Heavens'. The 7 roads of the Heavens are mentioned once:&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 2, verse 29:&lt;br /&gt;      "(God) is the One Who created for you all that is on the earth. Moreover He turned to       the heaven and&lt;br /&gt;      fashioned seven heavens with harmony. He is Full of Knowledge of all things."&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 23, verse 17:&lt;br /&gt;      "And We have created above you seven paths: We have never been unmindful of the       Creation."&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 67, verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;      "(God) is the One -who created seven heavens one above another. Thou canst see no       fault in the creation&lt;br /&gt;      of the Beneficent. Turn the vision again! Canst thou see any rift?"&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 71, verse 15-16:&lt;br /&gt;      "Did you see how God created seven heavens one above another and made the moon a       light therein and&lt;br /&gt;      made the sun a lamp?"&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 78, verse 12:&lt;br /&gt;      "We have built above you seven strong (heavens) and placed a blazing lamp."&lt;br /&gt;      Here the blazing lamp is the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;      The commentators on the Qur'an are in agreement on all these verses: the number 7 means no      &lt;br /&gt;      more than plurality.&lt;br /&gt;      There are therefore many Heavens and Earths, and it comes as no small surprise to the       reader of&lt;br /&gt;      the Qur'an to find that earths such as our own may be found in the Universe, a fact that       has not&lt;br /&gt;      yet been verified by man in our time.&lt;br /&gt;      Verse 12 of sura 65 does however predict the following:&lt;br /&gt;      "God is the One Who created seven heavens and of the earth (ard) a similar number.       The&lt;br /&gt;      Command descends among them so that you know that God has power over all things and       comprehends&lt;br /&gt;      all things in His knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;      Since 7 indicates an indefinite plurality (as we have seen), it is possible to conclude       that the&lt;br /&gt;      Qur'anic text clearly indicates the existence of more than one single Earth, our own Earth       (ard) ; there are&lt;br /&gt;      others like it in the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;      Another observation which may surprise the Twentieth century reader of the Qur'an is the       fact&lt;br /&gt;      that verses refer to three groups of things created, i.e.&lt;br /&gt;      --things in the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;      --things on the Earth&lt;br /&gt;      --things between the Heavens and the Earth&lt;br /&gt;      Here are several of these verses:&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 20, verse 6;&lt;br /&gt;      "To Him (God) belongs what is in the heavens, on earth, between them and beneath the       soil."&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 25, verse 59:&lt;br /&gt;      "...the One Who created the heavens, the earth and what is between them in six       periods."&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 32, verse 4:&lt;br /&gt;      "God is the One Who created the heavens, the earth and what is between them in six       periods."&lt;br /&gt;      --sura 50, verse 38:&lt;br /&gt;      "We created the heavens, the earth and what is between them in six periods, and no       weariness touched&lt;br /&gt;      Us."&lt;br /&gt;      The reference in the Qur'an to 'what is between the Heavens and the Earth' is again to be       found in&lt;br /&gt;      the following verses: sura 21, verse 16; sura 44, verses 7 and 38; sura 78, verse 37; sura       15,&lt;br /&gt;      verse 85; sura 46, verse 3; sura 43, verse 85.&lt;br /&gt;      1) Existence of six periods for the Creation in general.&lt;br /&gt;      2) Interlocking of stages in the Creation of the Heavens and the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;      3) Creation of the Universe out of an initially unique mass forming a block that       subsequently split up.&lt;br /&gt;      4) Plurality of the Heavens and of the Earths&lt;br /&gt;      5) Existence of an intermediary creation 'between the Heavens and the Earth'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-2834444348209981259?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2834444348209981259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=2834444348209981259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/2834444348209981259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/2834444348209981259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-not-unbelievers-see-that-heavens-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-5988236023633524391</id><published>2007-03-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:16:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A good love is delicious because you can't get enough too soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smile to put you on high... A kiss to set your soul alright...Would it be alright if I spent tonight being loved by you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget to love yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see you in every passing face &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll love you till the cows come home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If love were a movie, you'd be a box office hit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a rainy day when you're not around &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let love be your greatest aim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is the flower for which love is the honey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is to think about someone else more times in a day than you think about yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love makes everything lovely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love makes life so confusing but without love would you want to live? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love teaches even asses to dance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love without return is like a question without an answer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love your enemies. It really pisses them off! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love: Two minds without a single thought. &lt;/p&gt;Lovers, like bees, lead a honey-sweet life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-5988236023633524391?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5988236023633524391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=5988236023633524391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/5988236023633524391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/5988236023633524391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/03/smile.html' title='smile!!!'/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-8194688082935192801</id><published>2007-03-15T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:00:40.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NICE PICTURE'/><title type='text'>AUTUMN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/RfpwsRWkCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uD4Yzk_-W0U/s1600-h/Tricia+Orr+and+Greg+Orr,+Autumn,+2006,+24+x+36+inches,+oil+on+canvas.+Courtesy+the+artists.+Photo+courtesy+Mathias+Tornqvist,+Headfirst..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 417px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/RfpwsRWkCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uD4Yzk_-W0U/s200/Tricia+Orr+and+Greg+Orr,+Autumn,+2006,+24+x+36+inches,+oil+on+canvas.+Courtesy+the+artists.+Photo+courtesy+Mathias+Tornqvist,+Headfirst..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042466638669285570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AS U CAN SEE, I CALL ITS AS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ART&lt;/span&gt;...ART COME UP WITH DESIRE..EMM..TAKE A BREAK AND HAVING SOME &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE PICTURE&lt;/span&gt; HERE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/3764759914561503130-8194688082935192801?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8194688082935192801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=8194688082935192801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/8194688082935192801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/8194688082935192801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/03/autumn.html' title='AUTUMN'/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/RfpwsRWkCMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uD4Yzk_-W0U/s72-c/Tricia+Orr+and+Greg+Orr,+Autumn,+2006,+24+x+36+inches,+oil+on+canvas.+Courtesy+the+artists.+Photo+courtesy+Mathias+Tornqvist,+Headfirst..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-5391294176769951884</id><published>2007-03-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:59:16.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near sunset  photos by propdace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/RfRCnBWkCJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KFfn3kCxtDg/s1600-h/langit%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/RfRCnBWkCJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KFfn3kCxtDg/s320/langit%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727121079830674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very nice pic taken by my old buDDy...propdace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-5391294176769951884?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5391294176769951884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=5391294176769951884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-1495132437805303120</id><published>2007-03-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:24:19.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling of breaking...post by propdace</title><content type='html'>have u feel it? like one building... when it start to crack... civil engineer team together with architect team need to do something about it... if nothing been done... all will left is rubble and wire... in collapsed building graveyard.... nothing can be mourn anymore... all is useless... all that left is people to investigate the cause and that all... all that damaged cant be undone... all that destroyed cant be reversed.... all human can do is learn from their mistake... and we tend to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is building.... i show the crack..... u can see with your very eye... u dont need to analyze to know something should be done right away.... but that is building.... human.... other story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant see those relationship is cracking... well... in case of husband and wife... boyfriend and girlfriend... sometime it show.... but people tend to oversee this until bad come to worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in close relationship.... those crack is somewhat difficult to be found... those crack can be larger and larger but nobody will acknowledge.... all will deny it... until somebody feeling will be hurt... well... after all that happen... it is more difficult to rebuild those relationship than rebuild the collapsed building... many will choose to walk with their path.... ignoring the other.... and pretend nothing happen... always.... we tend to blame other people and do nothing to make it better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case u are wondering what kind of relationship is that.... it is family bond.... siblings.... and parent with their children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever take a moment to look behind u.... how we evolve from happy sibling to one that only care nothing but ourselves?? from child who love to be with their parent and suddenly we only choose to see them 2 days in a month?? our reason..... work.... our own family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... we are denying things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-1495132437805303120?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1495132437805303120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=1495132437805303120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/1495132437805303120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/1495132437805303120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-of-breakingpost-by-propdace.html' title='the feeling of breaking...post by propdace'/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-6286216855876202470</id><published>2007-03-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:42:24.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love poem by tina cerruti</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I used to dream of eyes so blue&lt;br /&gt;                  And loving arms to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;                  I used to dream of heroic knights&lt;br /&gt;                  And how gracious they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I used to dream of how I wouldn’t settle&lt;br /&gt;                  For anything less than best.&lt;br /&gt;                  I used to dream of how he would majestically&lt;br /&gt;                  Lay all fears to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I used to dream of fairy tales,&lt;br /&gt;                  How wondrous would they be&lt;br /&gt;                  I used to dream of story books&lt;br /&gt;                  All patterned after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I used to dream of a lot of things,&lt;br /&gt;                  But the moment I met you,&lt;br /&gt;                  I immediately stopped dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;                  Because all of my dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   - Tina Cerruti -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-6286216855876202470?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6286216855876202470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=6286216855876202470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/6286216855876202470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/6286216855876202470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-poem-by-tina-cerruti.html' title='love poem by tina cerruti'/><author><name>Enchek tAj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wB9_WkNX2A/SMmOp41wygI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZA1FoLBTkxM/S220/n25166665819_7448.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764759914561503130.post-8004090367152537376</id><published>2007-03-09T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:34:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love actually? Unscientific Answers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unscientific Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Lust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want them because you know they're there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you there because it's what everyone wants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Loyalty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Infatuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's a Lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * It isn't Love, it's Charity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    * Then it's Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, if Love is painful, and tortures us so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do we Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it all we search for in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This pain, this agony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it all we long for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This torture, this powerful death of self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764759914561503130-8004090367152537376?l=redjiwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8004090367152537376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3764759914561503130&amp;postID=8004090367152537376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/8004090367152537376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3764759914561503130/posts/default/8004090367152537376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjiwa.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-love-actually-unscientific.html' title='what is love actually? 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