<?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-6930845</id><updated>2012-01-06T16:40:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</title><subtitle type='html'>storyteller.poet.programmer.musician.reader.
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world citizen.realistic dreamer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-8440533570034430878</id><published>2008-03-03T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:47:04.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jailer and The Prisoner</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is a patient word that begs to be said when sorrow alone decides it can be uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crimes of your own sorrows cannot be held responsible by the jury of your own emotions. All alone you build the prison walls that one day will gladly be torn down by you and knowing this, you intentionally did not make the fourth wall so you can walk away when you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you, the jailer, really imprisoned? Sadly, your stubbornness is making you not want to face the invisible wall that is your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly and the wise – they are not the same – can easily laugh at this for they have made such prisons before and they have learned to distinguish between the mask of the jailer and that of the prisoner. Here's a truth about the wise, they make their prison walls with ladders so they are always reminded of their freedom which ever direction they are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the prisoner, you wait for the brilliant rescue by your friends. Blessed are our hearts for desiring the need to be needed by friends. You have given them detailed maps to where you are suffering since a daring prison escape is a grand story waiting to be told. Just wait in hope that your friends like to play the game with you and not ruin the gallant rescue attempt by not telling you right away that you are both the prisoner and the jailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really wanted to be free, your jailer-self can command this and freedom will again be yours at the very moment when you have forgiven yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-8440533570034430878?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/8440533570034430878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=8440533570034430878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/8440533570034430878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/8440533570034430878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2008/03/jailer-and-prisoner.html' title='The Jailer and The Prisoner'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-9091496789418421422</id><published>2007-06-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:20:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender to your freedom song</title><content type='html'>Surrender to your freedom song, one&lt;br /&gt;that can only be sung when you let go of&lt;br /&gt;the things that hold you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowingly we choose the chains that&lt;br /&gt;imprison us, for we hide within them&lt;br /&gt;for fear of surrendering to the&lt;br /&gt;uncertainties of freewill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the infinite possibilites, our simple minds&lt;br /&gt;can only comprehend what we believe&lt;br /&gt;to have been predetermined beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain bird, if you were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;a windvane, you would have been born so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-9091496789418421422?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/9091496789418421422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=9091496789418421422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/9091496789418421422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/9091496789418421422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2007/06/surrender-to-your-freedom-song.html' title='Surrender to your freedom song'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-116311455516114737</id><published>2006-11-09T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:22:35.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I searched long and hard for elusive happiness when in fact; all along all I needed was personal contentment for what I already have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thirty one years of a life uncharted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many memories treasured while so much more… forgotten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is a mix bag of struggles and junction points of tranquility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I encountered struggles in finding my own personal strength as well as the meaning behind some uncontrollable circumstances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met interesting people in interesting places and found loneliness is a visitor all too often unwanted. But in between breaths that span moments counted in minutes, hours, days or weeks, I ultimately reached moments of contentedness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A simple thing such as Monday afternoon without anything to do but sit still in a café is a reward that is so easily forsaken. Or take for example opening a door that reveals a dear loved one sleeping so peacefully after a long day under the sun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is within these moments that we must not allow to be stolen away by the restlessness brought upon by the incoming waves of the unknowable future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Restlessness causes our thoughts to race before waking up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too many concerns most oftentimes keep us awake after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes dreaming all that much harder for worries have a habit of not singing any lullaby songs that contain words of wisdom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Why do we worry so much?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now I write as if it’s going anywhere that will lead to some profound answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truth is… I can’t concentrate for I am restless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Writing is my silent conversation with myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My fingers move and they are caught by the keys of a keyboard indifferent to the pressures of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength lies in the hearts of those who have friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Of all the blessings that I am most grateful, it is the valuable time I have spent with people that shared my ups and downs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking back, it’s hard to see how I could have made it without everyone’s challenges, patience and forgiveness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter how much we try to avoid it, we are judged by our friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hope my jury find me guilty of a friendship that is worthy of their most precious time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-116311455516114737?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/116311455516114737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=116311455516114737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/116311455516114737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/116311455516114737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/11/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-116058456853271255</id><published>2006-10-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:49:19.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after three years: 3,000 equals 655,000?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/10/11/iraq.deaths/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study: War blamed for 655,000 Iraqi deaths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;President Bush says he does not consider report credible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Study says 2.5 percent of population killed since war; death toll rising each year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The authors said their method of sampling the population is a "standard tool of epidemiology and is used by the U.S. government and many other agencies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When can our country say "we're sorry" to the Iraqi people?  How many Iraqis want our kind of democracy when barely 50% of our population voted in the last presidential elections?  How many Iraqis want a government like ours that support torture?  How many Iraqis now ask, "why don't you invade North Korea now that they have a nuclear weapon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, I sent this e-mail to my friends the week we were about to invade Iraq.  I lost respect as a US citizen because of this e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Joseph Laurino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sent: Sunday, March 23, 2003 12:07 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanted to let you know that my party has been cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The continuing events in the Middle East have proven to be something that I can't let go of and escape from. This war based on the ignorance of each side's points of view, the craving for revenge and &lt;selfish&gt; economic stability, and the hatred between world leaders is something that I don't support.  &lt;/selfish&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't put a price on a life lost in the World Trade Center and on a life taken by this war funded by my tax dollars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If terrorism didn't affect us economically, I don't believe we would have acted this way. If we were all really into helping each other in this magnitude, the war on poverty would have been over a long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For a different perspective, please read the following web sites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://www.thehungersite.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://www.datadata.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://money.cnn.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now it is your turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I ask how come was I not swayed by the need of revenge by most Americans?  Did I love the 9/11 victims less?  Or did I think that by attacking Iraq we were not solving the right problem?  I have spent countless nights thinking about all of this and now it is your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-116058456853271255?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/116058456853271255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=116058456853271255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/116058456853271255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/116058456853271255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-three-years-3000-equals-655000.html' title='after three years: 3,000 equals 655,000?'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-114021435967047131</id><published>2006-02-17T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:12:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>democratic access to electricity and clean water</title><content type='html'>just in from cnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="storysubhead"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://money.cnn.com/2006/02/16/technology/business2_futureboy0216/index.htm"&gt;Segway creator unveils his next act&lt;/a&gt; -- Inventor Dean Kamen wants to put entrepreneurs to work bringing water and electricity to the world's poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-114021435967047131?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/114021435967047131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=114021435967047131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/114021435967047131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/114021435967047131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/02/democratic-access-to-electricity-and.html' title='democratic access to electricity and clean water'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-114003151906652460</id><published>2006-02-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:25:19.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are some relevant ideas...</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743247469/sr=8-2/qid=1140030335/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-7722175-6191148?%5Fencoding=UTF8" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;The Corporation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452287081/qid=1140030525/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7722175-6191148?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Confessions of an Economic Hitman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1594200769/qid=1140030497/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7722175-6191148?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt; The Walmart Effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000A6U2GQ/qid=1140030394/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7722175-6191148?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Hegemony Or Survival&lt;/a&gt; (by Noam Chomsky)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0520244761/qid=1140030711/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7722175-6191148?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Maps of Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Like+lending+to+a+friend%2C+with+interest/2100-1038_3-6038546.html"&gt;Like lending to a friend&lt;/a&gt; -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.prosper.com"&gt;Prosper.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with micro-credit for people who want to augment their&lt;br /&gt;small businesses in third world countries... it can potentially&lt;br /&gt;change the world for the better... the key is to observe what&lt;br /&gt;happens and optimize for the percentage of transactions that&lt;br /&gt;are good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-114003151906652460?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/114003151906652460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=114003151906652460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/114003151906652460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/114003151906652460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-are-some-relevant-ideas.html' title='there are some relevant ideas...'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-113988646506498121</id><published>2006-02-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:11:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the invisible hand vs. the benevolent heart</title><content type='html'>If Adam Smith were alive today, he would be shocked at how his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invisible_Hand"&gt;Invisible Hand&lt;/a&gt; metaphor had been bestowed unto a self-centered body of a corporation.  Lacking a heart, a corporation blindly fights for its "life" like a Darwinian virus.  Since its concept of survival is derived from the simple equations for the maximization of profits (at all costs), the powerless poor majority of the world remain victimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like the ants in the movie, "A Bug's Life", the poor will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that power does not have to be derived from wealth.  Before profits and money ever were invented, TRUST, RESPECT, SOLIDARITY existed and were the primary sources of strength for the early tribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those same sources of power still exist today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about time to replace the Invisible Hand metaphor with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benevolent Heart&lt;/span&gt; metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-113988646506498121?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/113988646506498121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=113988646506498121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113988646506498121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113988646506498121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/02/invisible-hand-vs-benevolent-heart.html' title='the invisible hand vs. the benevolent heart'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-113926343678468355</id><published>2006-02-06T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:04:36.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Profit and Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All say that the root of all evil is &lt;u&gt;money&lt;/u&gt;, but I will argue that it  is the amoral pursuit of &lt;u&gt;profit&lt;/u&gt;, which deepens the chasm of economic  segregation in our world, that creates the personal justifications to cause  evil.  Unchosen poverty leads to desperation and desperation makes morality  irrelevant.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told that the pursuit of happiness is the goal of life.  I  say, the goal in life is to care.  To care enough to take action, to care enough  to wake up, to care enough to listen, to care enough to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Joseph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-113926343678468355?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/113926343678468355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=113926343678468355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113926343678468355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113926343678468355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-profit-and-happiness.html' title='On Profit and Happiness'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-113866432686070986</id><published>2006-01-30T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:17:53.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>education is the enemy of indifference</title><content type='html'>education is the enemy of indifference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indifference is the opposite of love (and hate)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love can conquer any fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only fear what we do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't watch the news... i read it instead... it helps my mind to pause once in a while in order to digest all the information... and it gives me time to do my own research (google, wikipedia, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it saddens me that google is following the smell of profit (in china) instead of maintaining its resolve to become the first corporation to "do no evil"... every brand manager knows that once a brand is tarnished, it will take a very long time for it to earn its shine once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;news.google.com&lt;/a&gt; was a very subtle yet effected means to direct people's attention to multiple sources of news information... the american public really needed that nudge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=define%3A+democracy&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;democracy&lt;/a&gt; only works if the citizens participate... indifference hinders participation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this e-mail got me in trouble with a few of my friends almost three years ago (a few days before the US started bombing Iraq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; written from the point of view of indifference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From: Joseph Laurino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sent: Sunday, March 23, 2003 12:07 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanted to let you know that my party has been cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The continuing events in the Middle East have proven to be something that I can't let go of and escape from.  This war based on the ignorance of each side's points of view, the craving for revenge and &lt;selfish&gt; economic stability, and the hatred between world leaders is something that I don't support.  &lt;/selfish&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't put a price on a life lost in the World Trade Center and on a life taken by this war funded by my tax dollars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If terrorism didn't affect us economically, I don't believe we would have acted this way.  If we were all really into helping each other in this magnitude, the war on poverty would have been over a long time ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For a different perspective, please read the following web sites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://www.thehungersite.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://www.datadata.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://money.cnn.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The challenge we have upon ourselves is to find the facts... they are not very well hidden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have the facts, it is your next challenge to propagate that information... use the talents which have been entrusted unto you and drive it with this new source of passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be done... everything just takes some time... (everything excludes immortality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-113866432686070986?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/113866432686070986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=113866432686070986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113866432686070986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113866432686070986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/01/education-is-enemy-of-indifference.html' title='education is the enemy of indifference'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-113780542598022790</id><published>2006-01-20T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:32:53.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S.A.: The New Banana Republic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Banana republic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is a pejorative term for a small, often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_America" title="Latin America"&gt;Latin American&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caribbean" title="Caribbean"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; country, politically unstable, dependent on limited agriculture, and ruled by a small, wealthy and corrupt clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana_republic"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the US is not a small country, it's government is currently ruled by a small, wealthy and corrupt clique.  The government makes decisions based on what's good for corporations and not what's good for the common citizen. The citizens have the illusion of a democracy yet only 50% of voters actually vote.  That means, in order to rule this land, the president only needs the support of 25.1%  of the voters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of an indifferent populace is lost because of the persistent presence of well funded corporate lobbyist.  These lobbyists don't fight for the welfare of the people; they are driven by maximization of profits.  From their point of view, they are only doing the job that was taught to them and reinforced by the risk-reward pulse of a consumer driven society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that it is easy to control someone who is poor.  But it is equally easy to control someone who is wealthy but not satisfied.  The common factor is the fact that both are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation put's one's morality and common sense for the common good into a place farthest from the heart.  Decisions are made out of what's best for me and my current loved ones right now and not for what's best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and doing things for everyone else is not rewarded because it goes against the logic of accumulation which is the driving force behind consumerism.  When one is not tempered by morality, it is very easy to accumulate wealth and power in a short amount of time.  America's leaders should look into the echoes of the consequences of their actions not from the success stories of a handful of its citizens but rather, they need to contemplate the average indifferent citizen who goes on living a carefree life in pursuit of happiness without knowing the underlying support system that allows such extravagance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is too much to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the majority of the responses that I get when I start talking about the big picture.  Well, that's exactly why we don't understand why there's a lot of hatred towards America.  This is usually the time when I bring out a metaphore.  Remember in high school when you see the rich kids walk around and there's a sense of jealousy that fills the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who the rich kids are in the big picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on a tangent.  I'm observing the recent revealed illegal actions of our government (breach of privacy, support for torture, accepting bribes from business) and it's the same historical data of the famous banana republics of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the 74% demand democracy?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will wake them up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where will it begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will the rest of the world respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-113780542598022790?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/113780542598022790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=113780542598022790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113780542598022790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/113780542598022790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2006/01/usa-new-banana-republic.html' title='U.S.A.: The New Banana Republic?'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-111378096573152988</id><published>2005-04-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:22:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic Federations?</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure if the term &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federation"&gt;federation&lt;/a&gt; is the right term but I'll use it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Federations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;USA&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;European Union&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Russia&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Canada&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ul&gt;             &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need to create a Federation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Latin America (Central and South America)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;North East Asia (Japan and Korea)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;South East Asia&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Middle East&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Africa&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;China and India&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;                  &lt;/ul&gt; Basically, the idea of a nation needs to be dissolved. It's economically imposible for small countries to compete in the global market and third world countries can't waste their time competing against each other for trade business with first world countries/federations! Nations need to learn from corporations where alliances are made based on profit and not emotions. Just look at Sony, IBM and Microsoft! They compete on certain markets but on other markets where cooperation is mutually beneficial, they cooperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sent the above to some friends and I got a few responses... here's my reply to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with a lot of the responses.  I should have clarified earlier that the concept of a nation that I was refering to is the concept of a "small" nation which can't compete in terms of resources:  both natural and human.   Specialization will help but in the context of being part of a larger organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look around us living here in the United States.  We have a very decent form of self-government.  It's hierarchical in scope but local in daily practice.  Most of us don't even participate in the local space yet it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preference of grouping nations in terms of geography addresses the issues of dealing with different time-zones and transportation of goods and services.  Not all businesses and government agencies can be turned into 24 hour shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Militarily, bullying a small nation is very easy, however, bullying a larger entity is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the concept of retaining one's own culture or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethnocentrism" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;ethnocentrism&lt;/a&gt;, I would argue that it is inevitable that all cultures need to learn how to deal with each other locally.  Metropolitan areas are a&lt;br /&gt; great example of this yet, just 100 miles east of Seattle, it's a whole different story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-111378096573152988?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/111378096573152988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=111378096573152988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111378096573152988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111378096573152988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2005/04/economic-federations.html' title='Economic Federations?'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-111342216853660138</id><published>2005-04-13T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:18:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i d e a s</title><content type='html'>1) Remove accumulation of wealth and debt past one generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lifespan for corporations -- a corporation is treated like a living entity and therefor not immortal.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Abolish inheritance -- money goes back to society in the form of donations to the educational system  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;2) Institutions like governments, universities and churches must not be allowed to make profit. Theirs is a selfless service for the society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-111342216853660138?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/111342216853660138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=111342216853660138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111342216853660138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111342216853660138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-d-e-s.html' title='i d e a s'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-111023568013942506</id><published>2005-03-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:48:00.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;people say not the truth in their hearts for they are afraid of the judgement of others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;so in order to not face the fear, people say what pleases others, which is far from the silent truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"&gt;those who walk with certainty, need not bother with this... time is precious, let's not waste it by trying to read hidden messages from each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-111023568013942506?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/111023568013942506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=111023568013942506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111023568013942506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/111023568013942506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2005/03/people-say.html' title='People Say'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-110910739481853446</id><published>2005-02-22T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T13:23:14.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new songs have been posted on my studio blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the_shower_studios.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the_shower_studios.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-110910739481853446?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/110910739481853446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=110910739481853446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110910739481853446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110910739481853446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-songs.html' title='new songs'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-110677703411056780</id><published>2005-01-26T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:50:27.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>m o n e y</title><content type='html'>changes everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.seattleweekly.com/features/0504/050126_news_investing.php"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;from seattle weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's our relationships with other people that account for most of our happiness,  says Cecile Andrews, author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Circle of Simplicity: Return to the Good  Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. "After a certain point," she says, "community declines as affluence  goes up, because you don't need each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Community leaders are warning that the rise of corporate power is widening the wealth gap. Says the Rev. Don Mackenzie of the University Congregational United Church of Christ, "The limited-liability, publicly held corporation, a product of the 19th century, is like all institutions: very vulnerable to getting off the track or losing sight of its purpose. For many corporations, the bottom line has shifted from the quality of the product or the service being produced to the accumulation of wealth for investors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been a religious person, but I was touched by a concept my former girlfriend shared with me, the Jubilee. According to the Old Testament, the Jubilee is a time every 50 years at which all wealth is redistributed—"a time of freedom and of celebration when everyone will receive back their original property, and slaves will return home to their families."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could any institution be more anathema to the Jubilee than the immortal, limited liability corporation, designed to create and amass wealth for a privileged minority while progressively externalizing costs and harming the majority? Is the modern corporation consistent with our ethical, spiritual, and democratic values?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  and the winners for the &lt;a href="http://www.alternet.org/story/21088/"&gt;10 worst corporations of 2004 are...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-110677703411056780?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/110677703411056780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=110677703411056780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;we need to solve this now&lt;br /&gt;we know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-110668458569079215?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/110668458569079215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=110668458569079215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110668458569079215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110668458569079215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2005/01/r-e-d.html' title='r e a d'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-110422598495080349</id><published>2004-12-28T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:27:24.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a l i v e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;by Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse)&lt;br /&gt;You're not a child anymore&lt;br /&gt;And play hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;You don't dream anymore&lt;br /&gt;Since dreams made you weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lie and smile&lt;br /&gt;And forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can love for a while (As long as)&lt;br /&gt;You won't hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But you know my friend, this is the lazy way&lt;br /&gt;Just look inside of you, you can find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be distracted&lt;br /&gt;Of what others say&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall, be tempted&lt;br /&gt;By the easy way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lie can save your day (But it won't)&lt;br /&gt;Save your life&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;This can hurt like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I promise, the wounds will heal&lt;br /&gt;This promise, will make you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Alive, and be not blind&lt;br /&gt;Alive, to see the signs&lt;br /&gt;Alive, and speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;Alive, to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I promise, the wounds will heal&lt;br /&gt;This promise, will make you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Alive, and be not blind&lt;br /&gt;Alive, to see the signs&lt;br /&gt;Alive, and speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;Alive, to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Alive...&lt;br /&gt;Alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-110422598495080349?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/110422598495080349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=110422598495080349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110422598495080349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/110422598495080349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/12/l-i-v-e.html' title='a l i v e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-110237933940671438</id><published>2004-12-06T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:28:59.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d i v i d e</title><content type='html'>"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy,&lt;br /&gt;  you must have somebody to divide it with."&lt;br /&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love multiplies when divided."&lt;br /&gt;-- Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-110237933940671438?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-110186612138652878</id><published>2004-11-30T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:20:15.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>h e a v e n o n e a r t h</title><content type='html'>All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.&lt;br /&gt;They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act&lt;br /&gt;towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/Overview/rights.html"&gt;Universal Declaration of Human Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all(a):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; quantifier; used with either mass or count nouns to indicate the&lt;br /&gt;whole number or amount of or every one of a class; "we sat up all night";&lt;br /&gt;"ate all the food"; "all men are mortal"; "all parties are welcome" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love thy neighbor as you love yourself"&lt;/span&gt;, what a wonderful rule...&lt;br /&gt;what an amazing idea... but i ask... who is my neighbor and who am i?&lt;br /&gt;before i can love both, don't i need to know them first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and stop being confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           heaven and hell are just adjectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                           to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-109751630838985185</id><published>2004-10-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:25:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p o v</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Point Of View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been living this life&lt;br /&gt;Troubled by my own lies&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling in the night&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalking out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was you&lt;br /&gt;You taught me something new&lt;br /&gt;Then there was you&lt;br /&gt;You taught me something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were patient with me&lt;br /&gt;Like the shadow of a desert tree&lt;br /&gt;You would listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Like an echo waiting to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And this I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To change my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to love&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to love my life&lt;br /&gt;You taught me what's above&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I want in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To change my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you&lt;br /&gt;How to change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you&lt;br /&gt;How to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view  (change my)&lt;br /&gt;My point of view&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/6930845-109751630838985185?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/109751630838985185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=109751630838985185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109751630838985185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109751630838985185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/10/p-o-v.html' title='p o v'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-109277001873541134</id><published>2004-08-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T12:27:28.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>r e w i n d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/s-i-m-p-l-e-t-h-o-u-g-h-t-s.html"&gt;remember the simple thoughts from the past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember how to forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we write things down in order to free our mind of those thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you are sad, write down your sadness so your mind may find a way to move on... and when you are happy, there is no need to forget, that's why happy thoughts are seldom written or sung out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream within the nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have concluded that the universe is a nightmare, i woke up and i found myself realizing the dream within it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very moment of one's own death, a person will realize that heaven and hell actually resided in each passing breath. After this epiphany, all the person can do is sleep with the silence of indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the prometheus question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is not whether you can die for the things you love, the real question is whether you are willing to live in hell for all the things that love and hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effort to be only human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our efforts to become like gods, some of us never realize how to be only human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/15/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u village starbucks, seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be original, be yourself!  i have heard more than&lt;br /&gt;a couple hundred times that there are no more original&lt;br /&gt;ideas to be dreamed under this sky of ours... but&lt;br /&gt;do you honestly believe that you have lived before? and&lt;br /&gt;in the same circumstance?  if you believe to be unique,&lt;br /&gt;then everyday, an original idea is born... take heed&lt;br /&gt;of this and be glad, for a newborn child is the&lt;br /&gt;hope by which we can grasp and understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an effort to be human, we forget to realize that&lt;br /&gt;we are surrounded by other humans as well... let it&lt;br /&gt;be said, that the greatest crime in life is the lack of&lt;br /&gt;awareness of one's heart, for we are lead to believe&lt;br /&gt;that it is weak, that it is prone to error when&lt;br /&gt;a human being puts one's heart above one's better&lt;br /&gt;judgement... but i want to rebel against this inhumane&lt;br /&gt;idea! let it be known, that i will follow my heart to the&lt;br /&gt;glories of heaven and the misery of hell... if only&lt;br /&gt;to taste what is left of my tears of both sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and joy that has visited my human face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is life but the reason by which we have taken&lt;br /&gt;the first leap of faith, the first choice and some&lt;br /&gt;may call it, the original sin... but why is it a sin&lt;br /&gt;to take a breath?  why is it called a sin to yearn&lt;br /&gt;to exist?  if not for a brief moment in one's time&lt;br /&gt;on earth but also through the memories of one's glory&lt;br /&gt;days and past mistakes!  but who will remember the&lt;br /&gt;days when one only takes a shallow wade through the&lt;br /&gt;ocean of life?  who will remember the nights when&lt;br /&gt;one has forgotten to appreciate the ground by which&lt;br /&gt;dreams or even nightmares play? aye, let me have&lt;br /&gt;a reason to fear death so that i may appreciate&lt;br /&gt;eternity... let me have a reason to celebrate my&lt;br /&gt;past, so i may bring my lessons with me to the&lt;br /&gt;realm of all things known... let me have hope so i&lt;br /&gt;may wake up from boredom and see the truth right&lt;br /&gt;in front of me... my fellow human being, learn to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shadow will follow where i will walk... i alone&lt;br /&gt;know my own path for the reasons i have reached&lt;br /&gt;where i am is the result of who i am... i cannot lay&lt;br /&gt;blame on anyone... i try not to use my toungue to&lt;br /&gt;speak ill will of my fellow students of life... how can&lt;br /&gt;i judge when i am also guilty of not knowing everything?&lt;br /&gt;hold on for a moment and learn how to take a breath...&lt;br /&gt;now that you have, that is all yours to take freely,&lt;br /&gt;now, how then can you take away someone else's right&lt;br /&gt;of the very same breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goal in life is to become one's own hero... why&lt;br /&gt;does one search for things that can never be reached?&lt;br /&gt;how come the nearest heart and mind be the same ones so&lt;br /&gt;far away?  don't be tempted of admiration of others&lt;br /&gt;unless they inspire you to appreciate what you&lt;br /&gt;have... i have met a few, i have conversed with fewer,&lt;br /&gt;and each one is as unique and special as a moment&lt;br /&gt;ticking away... why waste time being lost when you&lt;br /&gt;know where you stand at all times?  be glad that you&lt;br /&gt;have a shadow!  be glad that there exists a mirror!&lt;br /&gt;are you now ready to take a step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one ask for eternity, if one doesn't appreciate&lt;br /&gt;the very short time that they have in this human body?&lt;br /&gt;for i  believe that we are here to learn to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;what we have long ago lost to boredom, indifference or&lt;br /&gt;some other personal version of hell... yes, it is hell&lt;br /&gt;when one does not know how to appreciate each moment&lt;br /&gt;passing by... if we must compare, compare the lessons&lt;br /&gt;that you have learned in the past and the lessons that&lt;br /&gt;you are learning right now... don't be afraid...&lt;br /&gt;we are only human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you learned your lesson, good... then learn some&lt;br /&gt;more... if not, continue asking questions, the first&lt;br /&gt;lesson is to learn how to ask politely, the second&lt;br /&gt;lesson is to learn what to ask... you will know the&lt;br /&gt;third lesson when the time comes... alas, learn not&lt;br /&gt;to waste time, that is a lesson that you should have&lt;br /&gt;learned already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/16/2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will speak of love... when i fall in love, it will&lt;br /&gt;hurt, for i know that this woman will make me blind...&lt;br /&gt;for each moment of each day, i see beauty that surrounds&lt;br /&gt;tempting me, but when i fall in love, beauty will lose&lt;br /&gt;all meaning, my dreams will lose all their luster,&lt;br /&gt;heaven and the gods will lose their mastery over me...&lt;br /&gt;so i will ask for forgiveness beforehand, and&lt;br /&gt;you will know when it will happen for you will not&lt;br /&gt;hear of my footsteps anymore... i will be floating on&lt;br /&gt;clouds so high that i will have no need of walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/17/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me to find balance, yet you tell me to try my best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand God, Allah, Buddha, etc.. converse with&lt;br /&gt;a parent, grandparent, or a couple that have just fallen in Love...&lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand Jesus, Muhammed, Abraham, etc... converse with&lt;br /&gt;your favorite teacher or your best friend&lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand indifference, converse with&lt;br /&gt;the sun, the moon, the stars, a diamond, an earthquake or a volcano&lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand yourself, converse with&lt;br /&gt;a child and listen to the conversation between your heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;now you know why it is very important to learn how to converse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alki beach, seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop being confused, heaven and hell are just adjectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/29/2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occured to me today that I spent too much time&lt;br /&gt;thinking about death and sadness... that I never&lt;br /&gt;thought of the fact that I could have never existed!&lt;br /&gt;What a life that would have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not know...&lt;br /&gt;to not reason...&lt;br /&gt;to not feel hurt...&lt;br /&gt;to not feel love..&lt;br /&gt;to not have friends...&lt;br /&gt;to not learn...&lt;br /&gt;to not dance...&lt;br /&gt;to not question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if one just contemplated this for one second of&lt;br /&gt;each day, the act of breathing just suddenly feels&lt;br /&gt;like being in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-109277001873541134?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/109277001873541134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=109277001873541134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109277001873541134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109277001873541134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/08/r-e-w-i-n-d.html' title='r e w i n d'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-109226327227065714</id><published>2004-08-11T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:17:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f o r g o t t e n d r e a m s</title><content type='html'>people like to spend their time thinking and worrying about dreams that they are hoping for... so people end up never having the time left to appreciate the dreams that have come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what dreams did you have five, ten, fifteen years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-109226327227065714?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/109226327227065714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=109226327227065714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109226327227065714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/109226327227065714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/08/f-o-r-g-o-t-t-e-n-d-r-e-m-s.html' title='f o r g o t t e n d r e a m s'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-109035372435324289</id><published>2004-07-20T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T13:09:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>g a t h e r d a t a </title><content type='html'>This is a very informative &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/politics/0,1283,64237,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the use of &lt;br /&gt; P2P networks to distribute &lt;a href="http://www.outragedmoderates.org/GovernmentDocumentLibrary.html"&gt;government documents&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.outragedmoderates.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-109035372435324289?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108966597594232475</id><published>2004-07-12T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T14:22:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f e a r</title><content type='html'>is an unpleasant feeling of perceived risk or danger, &lt;strong&gt;real or not&lt;/strong&gt; (from wikipedia.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- here are plans for &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/3885663.stm"&gt;postponing&lt;/a&gt; the 2004 US presidential elections&lt;br /&gt;- check out Fahrenheit 9/11, &lt;a href="http://www.fahrenheit911.com/trailer/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmoore.com/warroom/f911notes/"&gt;data from the movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get &lt;a href="http://www.moveon.org/front/"&gt;informed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- and &lt;a href="http://www.rockthevote.com/"&gt;rock the vote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108966597594232475?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108966597594232475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108966597594232475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108966597594232475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108966597594232475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/07/f-e-r.html' title='f e a r'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108924938982940112</id><published>2004-07-07T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:21:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s u r r o u n d e d</title><content type='html'>we are surrounded by darkness&lt;br /&gt;for we are blinded by our own eyes&lt;br /&gt;we can't see the hidden truth &lt;br /&gt;sold to us by beautiful lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for evil seduces through lust&lt;br /&gt;and lust is so easily controlled&lt;br /&gt;by the power hidden within beauty&lt;br /&gt;that makes the heart so easily fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where can one put the blame?&lt;br /&gt;when we ourselves made the flames,&lt;br /&gt;that will burn the things we touch&lt;br /&gt;seduced by beauty, controlled by lust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108924938982940112?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108924938982940112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108924938982940112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108924938982940112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108924938982940112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/07/s-u-r-r-o-u-n-d-e-d.html' title='s u r r o u n d e d'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108804028623779928</id><published>2004-06-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T18:26:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>w a i t f o r s p r i n g</title><content type='html'>can't wait for spring, &lt;br /&gt;i need my clear blue winter sky&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for spring, &lt;br /&gt;i need the one to say hi&lt;br /&gt;but i have no control, &lt;br /&gt;of the heart of another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't hope to bring, &lt;br /&gt;a season before its time to come&lt;br /&gt;can't hope to bring, &lt;br /&gt;a reason for me not to run&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be twice a fool, &lt;br /&gt;to fall again before love's blinding sun  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch&lt;br /&gt;touch the hand of thee&lt;br /&gt;so far and so free&lt;br /&gt;oh why am i weak when i'm being me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't need to sing,&lt;br /&gt;the melodies of the first broken man&lt;br /&gt;can't need to sing,&lt;br /&gt;the memories of the unforgiven land&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna be cool&lt;br /&gt;since i have visited this heartland before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch&lt;br /&gt;touch the hand of thee&lt;br /&gt;so far and so free&lt;br /&gt;oh why am i weak when i'm being me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108804028623779928?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108804028623779928/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108802679777493865</id><published>2004-06-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:39:37.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f l y</title><content type='html'>am i good enough&lt;br /&gt;for the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;am i a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did dead poets suffer&lt;br /&gt;the same burden of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;did dead poets hunger&lt;br /&gt;of surviving this foolishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past had been unkind&lt;br /&gt;been teaching me the lies&lt;br /&gt;been haunting me to find&lt;br /&gt;things in me to despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pain has a way of waking&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping truth hidden inside&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been bleeding&lt;br /&gt;enough tears to cleanse my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come full circle&lt;br /&gt;realizing the truth beneath the lie&lt;br /&gt;need to break the cycle&lt;br /&gt;of not leaving the wall when i'm a fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108802679777493865?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108802679777493865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108802679777493865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108802679777493865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108802679777493865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108794416928693949</id><published>2004-06-22T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:42:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s o l a r </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/hottopics/climate/climate.jsp?id=ns99994985"&gt;solar winds&lt;/a&gt; to the rescue, and other &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/hottopics/climate/;jsessionid=PCDJMEEDMELK"&gt;data&lt;/a&gt; about the earth's climate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108794416928693949?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108794416928693949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108794416928693949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108794416928693949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108794416928693949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/06/s-o-l-r.html' title='s o l a r '/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108742430177249936</id><published>2004-06-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:18:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m u s i c a n d p o l i t i c s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://live.axisofjustice.sparkart.net/"&gt;Axis of Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108742430177249936?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108742430177249936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108742430177249936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108742430177249936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108742430177249936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/06/m-u-s-i-c-n-d-p-o-l-i-t-i-c-s.html' title='m u s i c a n d p o l i t i c s'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108681453730367035</id><published>2004-06-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:12:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s i m p l e w o r d s v o l 2</title><content type='html'>by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Mark_Twain"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Antoine_de_Saint-Exupery"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Baha%27u%27llah"&gt;Baha'u'llah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Lao_Tzu"&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Noam_Chomsky"&gt;Noam Chomsky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Abraham_Lincoln"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Lennon"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Prophet"&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Isaac_Asimov"&gt;Isaac Asimov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Snow_Crash"&gt;Snow Crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://wikiquote.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;WikiQuote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108681453730367035?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108681453730367035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108681453730367035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108681453730367035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108681453730367035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/06/s-i-m-p-l-e-w-o-r-d-s-v-o-l-2.html' title='s i m p l e w o r d s v o l 2'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108674138339854604</id><published>2004-06-08T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:10:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t e n</title><content type='html'>Ten Commandments of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solon"&gt;Solon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Diogenes Laertius, Lives of Eminent Philosophers, 1.60)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trust good character more than promises. &lt;br /&gt;2. Do not speak falsely. &lt;br /&gt;3. Do good things. &lt;br /&gt;4. Do not be hasty in making friends, but do not abandon them once made. &lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to obey before you command. &lt;br /&gt;6. When giving advice, do not recommend what is most pleasing, but what is most useful. &lt;br /&gt;7. Make reason your supreme commander. &lt;br /&gt;8. Do not associate with people who do bad things. &lt;br /&gt;9. Honor the gods. &lt;br /&gt;10. Have regard for your parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secweb.org/asset.asp?AssetID=2"&gt;Source Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108674138339854604?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108674138339854604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108674138339854604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108674138339854604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108674138339854604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108620782377137099</id><published>2004-06-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T13:23:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k n o w l e d g e 4 f r e e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wikibooks.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;WikiBooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108620782377137099?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108620782377137099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108620782377137099' 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href="http://the_shower_studios.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Shower Studios&lt;/a&gt;, a place where making &lt;br /&gt;and appreciating music becomes the main &lt;br /&gt;meaning of having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108611112341007267?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108611112341007267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108611112341007267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108611112341007267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108611112341007267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.thehungersite.com"&gt;Hunger&lt;/a&gt; has &lt;strong&gt;24,000&lt;/strong&gt; victims everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the following song is dedicated to the &lt;br /&gt;126,000 victims of abortion everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least,&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so Please listen to what i have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few months had been the best,&lt;br /&gt;so give your teaRs some needed rest;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised, i will give up my life for you,&lt;br /&gt;too bad i only have one, since that's too few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nO need to say you're sorry,&lt;br /&gt;My heart has forgiven you already;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so please care for what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait for you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;where all your regrets will be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait with an open heart&lt;br /&gt;for you would do the same for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in death, I’ll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Once in the sky, we’ll say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be my last breath&lt;br /&gt;but i won't mourn my very own death...&lt;br /&gt;for my heart has decided&lt;br /&gt;"that LOVE multiplies when divided"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so please remember what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you...&lt;br /&gt;i will care for you...&lt;br /&gt;i will listen to you...&lt;br /&gt;i will die for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* from "by the river piedra" by paulo coelho&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/6930845-108570129827385195?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108570129827385195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108570129827385195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108570129827385195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108570129827385195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/g-e-n-o-c-i-d-e.html' title='g e n o c i d e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108560471041549790</id><published>2004-05-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:52:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>h i s t o r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How will history remember our times?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends on who's the victor.  &lt;br /&gt;That depends on who wants to do the research.  &lt;br /&gt;As Mark Twain said, "History does not repeat itself, it rhymes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Twain"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108552989581416404</id><published>2004-05-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T17:40:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p u p p i e s a n d g i r l f r i e n d s</title><content type='html'>someone said that this could be the&lt;br /&gt;start of a great song... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got a puppy that loves me &lt;br /&gt;and a robot girlfriend that's hot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108552989581416404?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108552989581416404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;night at the Vesper Lounge (Seattle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to be just a jam session&lt;br /&gt;ended up becoming a live performance when the&lt;br /&gt;doors opened for the after party at 2AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was Cool, &lt;br /&gt;Cool was Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went home around 5AM and I woke up &lt;br /&gt;three hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the music, one song at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108541531776266642?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108541531776266642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108541531776266642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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tears of my summer sun&lt;br /&gt;i was left with nothing left to abuse&lt;br /&gt;just a soul that needed to run&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;away from the captivating hole&lt;br /&gt;hidden underneath that potential ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;yet what price did i have to pay&lt;br /&gt;in order to dwell within those walls of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so that i may find a meaning &lt;br /&gt;of something that was already meant&lt;br /&gt;to be my own way of mumbling&lt;br /&gt;a melody that's was mine to spend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108516678207712407?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108516678207712407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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i n d</title><content type='html'>lust is blind to all consequences...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108509380021775925?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108509380021775925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108509380021775925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108509380021775925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108509380021775925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/l-u-s-t-i-s-b-l-i-n-d.html' title='l u s t i s b l i n d'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108508023503804647</id><published>2004-05-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:12:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t i m e a n d s p a c e</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year-old, Mass Communications sophomore  of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London. She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan. The board of judges' decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British Broadcasting Corp. (BBC). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLONDE AND BLUE EYES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world. There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now. My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighbourhood back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' -- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back to the country that shaped me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay and Thank you. &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/6930845-108508023503804647?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108508023503804647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108508023503804647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108508023503804647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108508023503804647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/t-i-m-e-n-d-s-p-c-e.html' title='t i m e a n d s p a c e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108500842868012328</id><published>2004-05-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T16:13:48.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b e l i e f s</title><content type='html'>be&lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;fs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belle ifs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108500842868012328?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108500842868012328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108500842868012328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108500842868012328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108500842868012328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/b-e-l-i-e-f-s.html' title='b e l i e f s'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108498686925573657</id><published>2004-05-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:26:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p a r a d e s s a . 1</title><content type='html'>written by Joseph Laurino, circa 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time when technology controlled &lt;br /&gt;the destiny of a civilization. It was a place &lt;br /&gt;where enchanted beings roamed the land.  &lt;br /&gt;Some dreams are never meant to be remembered.  &lt;br /&gt;Very soon someone is about to be awakened and &lt;br /&gt;everything will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[begin transmission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 1 | The root causes of suffering are ignorance, craving and hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The western hemisphere’s gentle line was disturbed by the shape of something that reminds one of elegant movement --  as if the stroke of someone’s hand was carving metal with a pencil.  Flying low from the east are three Paradessian scout ships.   “Control Tower, this is eagle scout delta.  We have made visual contact with the Mugadi transport ship.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the ship, Ambassador De Santos is deep in meditation.  Colonel Lorenzo enters the chamber in silence.  “Colonel, I can feel your doubts flowing through your spirit.  What disturbs you my old friend?”  The colonel kneels on one knee, “Ambassador, I’m afraid to think of what might become of the most beautiful city I once called my home.  What we are about to do is going to make invasions in the past look gentle and childish.”  The ambassador takes a deep breath, “Your fears are making you worry too much Lorenzo.  Don’t you ever wonder how it would feel to return to your home and never have to worry that someone will take it away from you while you are asleep?”  There was an unnecessary pause.  “That is why we are here.  That is why you need not worry of the future.  Today, we come in peace.  It is up to the Paradessians to listen and give back what is rightfully ours!”  Lorenzo stiffens, “but what should we do about Project Launain?” De Santos opens his eyes and looks past the walls of the ship, “leave that for me to worry about.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the wind is blowing from the north and the sun is halfway past its daily journey across the clear blue skies.  Where the wind and water almost meet, is the shadow of the transport ship.  And hidden underneath its belly, a soldier is silently waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gentle the wind blows.  How innocently the light reflects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 2 | There are two sides to every story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradessa is now a city under siege.  With its protective walls fallen, the invasion army has commenced an effective low altitude bomb assault strategy.  The computer controlled defensive guns can’t keep track of the light and agile bombers.  Smoke filled the streets, waving like a flag asking the bombers, why have you not noticed that we surrendered yesterday?  War is brutal to those who wish it was over.  War is lethal to those who wish it never began.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a battle, one can always make out the sound of the crying children.  A few of them can be heard coming out from the vehicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s amazing how easy it is to take out human life.  If one had enough time to think about these things, wars would probably never start.  But people love drama – death and suffering delivers these and more.  Resolutions are just compromises so that the defeated party will have time to regroup and rethink their strategy.  It is better to run and survive for another day rather than fight aimlessly knowing death will come and wash away any hope for revenge.  That’s what the high council believes and that is what I will fight for.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the city skyline, a silent soldier watches the destruction that she caused.  A bullet does not care.  A bomb does not have any feelings.  A grenade does not have any conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the towering buildings, another soldier is lying by the side of a young child.  All his hope for redemption is gone.  He failed his best friend.  He failed his dearest.  He failed himself.  Guilt could not describe his feelings right now.  Hate does not even begin to comprehend his burning fists.  Revenge is an option too insignificant to even consider.  Why does he blame himself?  In the dark silhouettes of the heart hides the primal feelings of love.  Love can make anything possible.  Love conquers any place.  Love can be patient about time.  The truth that the soldier feels right now is absolute in his heart.  He made a promise based on love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transmission interrupted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end transmission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108498686925573657?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108498686925573657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108498686925573657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108498686925573657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108498686925573657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/p-r-d-e-s-s-1.html' title='p a r a d e s s a . 1'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108493482059297452</id><published>2004-05-18T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T19:47:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i m m o r t a l</title><content type='html'>immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mortal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108493482059297452?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108481178222070013</id><published>2004-05-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:22:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>h o w</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;how do i show my love for you if you are blind?&lt;br /&gt;how do i sing my love for you if you are deaf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only have to show me your love with your heart&lt;br /&gt;for my heart is not blind to see past what's temporary&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is not deaf to hear love's melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108481178222070013?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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me till now to know&lt;br /&gt;my memory is not perfect to remember every last detail&lt;br /&gt;my regrets are mine to keep but it doesn't mean i failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this higher&lt;br /&gt;de   sire&lt;br /&gt;go   home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108463710569113209?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108463710569113209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108463710569113209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108463710569113209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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went behind the drums and the trio &lt;br /&gt;started playing yellow ledbetter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddie was playing drums and singing &lt;br /&gt;the song... it was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddie told a joke for the crowd, &lt;br /&gt;he said, "If John Kerry was the second &lt;br /&gt;worst president, he would still be a &lt;br /&gt;lot better than our current one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was special, stone's band, brad, &lt;br /&gt;came out afterwards and played some &lt;br /&gt;of the blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, mike came out with his tribute &lt;br /&gt;band UFO, and played some good old &lt;br /&gt;rock and roll songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all thanked the crowd for showing up to &lt;br /&gt;support the &lt;a href="http://www.ccfa.org/"&gt;Crohn's and Colitis Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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concerts &lt;br /&gt;1994 -- the OS should be like Mosiac &lt;br /&gt;1996 -- this e-mail client should use HTML instead of RTF &lt;br /&gt;1996 -- the command shell should implement SQL &lt;br /&gt;1997 -- game engines are just real-time databases &lt;br /&gt;1998 -- let's put slow-mo in a video game &lt;br /&gt;1999 -- paradessa, redemption, nova souls &lt;br /&gt;1999 -- occlusion culling &lt;br /&gt;2000 -- ROI based game asset LOD streaming &lt;br /&gt;2000 -- Hierarchical Environment Database Game Engine &lt;br /&gt;2002 -- Real-time Spatio-Temporal Databases &lt;br /&gt;2004 -- Google+Image-Based Recognition+Overture(+Digital Cameras+Cell Phones+GPS) &lt;br /&gt;2004 -- GameWorks + 24 Hour Fitness &lt;br /&gt;2004 -- orkut+cellphone+google services=location-sensitive cellphone agent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108456472296824483?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://www.xbox.com/en-us/musicmixer/"&gt;XBox Music Mixer&lt;/a&gt;, senior software engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/fellowshipofthering/"&gt;LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/a&gt;, game designer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildgames.com/ECS/htdocs/home.aspx?dp=wildgames&amp;bw=high "&gt;Wildtangent WebDriver&lt;/a&gt;, senior software engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lithtech.com/"&gt;Lithtech Engine&lt;/a&gt;, software engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/CTDSites"&gt;TheHungerSite.com&lt;/a&gt;, object-oriented developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatergood.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/GreaterGood"&gt;GreaterGood.com&lt;/a&gt;, object-oriented developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rpgdreamer.com/sm/"&gt;Shadow Madness&lt;/a&gt;, software engineer, scripter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zombie.com/games.htm"&gt;SpecOps&lt;/a&gt;, junior programmer, scripter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.washington.edu/education/courses/481/97sp/Group1/index.html"&gt;Project XRS&lt;/a&gt;, student, team facilitator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibm.com"&gt;IBM&lt;/a&gt;, programmer intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tidemark.com/"&gt;Tidemark&lt;/a&gt;, programmer intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.washington.edu/"&gt;University of Washington&lt;/a&gt;, college education&lt;br /&gt;University of the Philippines, high school education&lt;br /&gt;University of San Carlos, elementary education&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108449573411589942?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108449573411589942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i m</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short, give yourself a schedule... &lt;br /&gt;people mistakes... even the ones closest to our heart...&lt;br /&gt;we need to forgive and learn so we may know better the next time we have to make a choice...&lt;br /&gt;the worst part in life is the period when one can't make a decision...&lt;br /&gt;stuck in fear...&lt;br /&gt;prevents one frome living life...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is it wrong to love someone and cry about it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there nothing wrong with that unless you could be helping yourself and others...&lt;br /&gt;in that path, you end up making the world better and maybe meet someone new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you lock yourself in sadness (i've done this) then you prevent yourself from finding new love... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it possible to only have loved one person?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;everyone's heart is too amazing...&lt;br /&gt;we choose to only love one person...&lt;br /&gt;but our hearts are capable of loving everyone, including ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;choose?  maybe it was given to us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that I have a choice...&lt;br /&gt;if not, why in the world do i even bother to think!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love is infinite... it's only time that is finite...&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to make anyone depressed... &lt;br /&gt;it's how people interpret what i write based on their experience that makes them depressed...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;people are the same...&lt;br /&gt;each one of us is a mirror into our own soul...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;from that day on, i contemplated that I will eventually die...&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i realized that each day is so amazing...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... but we're surrounded by things that trivializes life...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how do you measure your pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you say you're in pain, how do you measure it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I measure my happiness by what I have, who smiles and laughs at me or with me...&lt;br /&gt;relative to your previous pains or relative to other people's pains...&lt;br /&gt;chest pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do I measure my pain?  I measure my pain... when someone...&lt;br /&gt;aughhh. I don't know-confuse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people measure pain based on their experience...&lt;br /&gt;that's why the first heartbreak is the most painful...&lt;br /&gt;but try comparing that to childbirth  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me about it.  I guess I measure my pain by how much I've done and not getting the same thing back in speaking of a relationship.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know...&lt;br /&gt;next time... demand something better...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like how a woman/man nurtures a child- giving, loving, caring, crying, and yet the child walks away and forgets where he came from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, but the child is reminded of his/her parents when he/she becomes one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do and yet I can't seem erase what I've been told that I don't deserve anyone but him&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me... you'll forgive that guy when you fall in love again...&lt;br /&gt;you have to let yourself fall in love again...&lt;br /&gt;if not, you'll be stuck in a moment forever sad about your past... &lt;br /&gt;and never find love in the present...&lt;br /&gt;prove yourself wrong by falling in love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sometimes feel like I could love again and there is someone better that deserves my heart, then I get scared&lt;br /&gt;and part of it is thinking that maybe I'm not ready yet&lt;br /&gt;I would like to love again and give my heart unconditionally to someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know how high you can jump unless you jump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108448223182715646?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108448223182715646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108448223182715646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108448223182715646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108448223182715646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-m.html' title='i m'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108438019954607798</id><published>2004-05-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:55:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m a k t u b ( 5 / 1 2  / 2 0 0 4 )</title><content type='html'>[ remember how to forget ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we write things down in order to free our mind &lt;br /&gt;of those thoughts... so when you are sad, &lt;br /&gt;write down your sadness so your mind may &lt;br /&gt;find a way to move on... and when you are &lt;br /&gt;happy, there is no need to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why happy thoughts are seldom written &lt;br /&gt;or sung out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ for example ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, time seems to stop and the&lt;br /&gt;meaning of where I am has ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;The melody of living life has drifted away&lt;br /&gt;and what is left are echoes of a lost hope&lt;br /&gt;that has dissapointed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ and another ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of a place where I could say in words &lt;br /&gt;what my heart feels. I dream of a song that &lt;br /&gt;can express the thoughts trapped within me. &lt;br /&gt;But I realize that these things were not meant &lt;br /&gt;to be. Your heart belongs to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;Your daily concerns face not my direction. &lt;br /&gt;The heart feels empty when it has &lt;br /&gt;no love to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The Twist ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very moment of one's own death, a person &lt;br /&gt;will realize that heaven and hell actually resided &lt;br /&gt;in each passing breath.  After this epiphany, &lt;br /&gt;all the person can do is sleep with the &lt;br /&gt;silence of indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ root ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the root of every thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is desire, is faith, is attachment, &lt;br /&gt;is forgiveness, is jealousy, is hate, &lt;br /&gt;is anger, selfishness, selflessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indifference is the lack of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ The intellectual is always showing off ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intellectual is always showing off,&lt;br /&gt;the lover is always getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;The intellectual runs away.&lt;br /&gt;afraid of drowning; the whole business&lt;br /&gt;of love is to drown in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectuals plan their repose;&lt;br /&gt;lovers are ashamed to rest.&lt;br /&gt;The lover is always alone.&lt;br /&gt;even surrounded by people;&lt;br /&gt;like water and oil,&lt;br /&gt;he remains apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who goes to the trouble&lt;br /&gt;of giving advice to a lover&lt;br /&gt;get nothing. He's mocked by passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like musk. It attracts attention.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ J &amp; M ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what has come to pass?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what answers have yet to be questioned?&lt;br /&gt;I have been right on a few things&lt;br /&gt;But I have mistakenly feared a few new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I not written?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I not yearned to understand?&lt;br /&gt;My world was only part of my present tense&lt;br /&gt;My word was only heard by ears within my fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp; M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we both understand our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Now we both understand where our words belong&lt;br /&gt;We were only trying our best to guide our friends&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have empathy for the rivals that we needed to defend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  J is Jesus, M is Muhammad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ forgiveness ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the most beautiful person i've ever met...&lt;br /&gt;i'm the ugliest person i have ever forgiven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ the prometheus question ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is not whether you can die for the &lt;br /&gt;things you love, the real question is whether &lt;br /&gt;you are willing to live in hell for all the&lt;br /&gt;things that love, hate and don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ effort to be only human ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our efforts to become like gods, some of us &lt;br /&gt;never realize how to be only human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ dream within the nightmare ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have concluded that the universe is a &lt;br /&gt;nightmare, i woke up and i found myself &lt;br /&gt;realizing the dream within it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ all i'm trying to be, is to be truthful to who i am...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i stop to dream &lt;br /&gt;if that's the way i know how to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;how can i stop to dream &lt;br /&gt;if that is stronger than my faith?&lt;br /&gt;how can i stop to dream &lt;br /&gt;if that is part of how i love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ we are ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the first generation that can end &lt;br /&gt;not just AIDS, but extreme poverty. For &lt;br /&gt;the first time in history, we have the brains, &lt;br /&gt;we have the cash, we have the drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do we have the will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ an observation ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the micro-scale, freewill exists;&lt;br /&gt;In the macro-scale, predetermination prevails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ I was just wondering... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether the main BAD GUY in the Torah, &lt;br /&gt;the Bible, the Koran, (insert your belief &lt;br /&gt;system book here) is the same dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, why are we focusing on the semantics &lt;br /&gt;of the name of GOD when we all have the &lt;br /&gt;same freakin' ENEMY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mojoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathnawi VI: 255-260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth has no permanence: it comes in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and at night it is scattered to the winds.&lt;br /&gt;Physical beauty too has no importance,&lt;br /&gt;for a rosy face is made pale by the scratch of a single thorn.&lt;br /&gt;Noble birth also is of small account,&lt;br /&gt;for many become fools of money and horses.&lt;br /&gt;Many a nobleman's son has disgraced his father by his wicked deeds.&lt;br /&gt;Don't court a person full of talent either,&lt;br /&gt;even if he seems exquisite in that respect:&lt;br /&gt;take warning from the example of Iblis (Devil).&lt;br /&gt;Iblis had knowledge, but since his love was not pure,&lt;br /&gt;he saw in Adam nothing but a figure of clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ build a boat ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the house and build a boat!&lt;br /&gt;Abandon wealth and seek living beings!&lt;br /&gt;Spurn possessions and keep alive living beings!&lt;br /&gt;Make all living beings go up into the boat.&lt;br /&gt;The boat which you are to build,&lt;br /&gt;its dimensions must measure equal to each other:&lt;br /&gt;its length must correspond to its width.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from the Epic of Gilgamesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ from the Book of Renai ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renai:&lt;br /&gt;what if there's no heaven?&lt;br /&gt;then there must be no hell...&lt;br /&gt;what then will be the purpose of living?&lt;br /&gt;if not to live each day breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zania:&lt;br /&gt;how could you think like that!&lt;br /&gt;i want to live knowing death will give me bliss&lt;br /&gt;how can i believe that this is it?&lt;br /&gt;i believe there's something better that awaits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renai:&lt;br /&gt;but then you're delaying your true potential&lt;br /&gt;for you believe you can procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;you always think that the grass is greener&lt;br /&gt;that you hope that after death, things will be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zania:&lt;br /&gt;please don't take away my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;each day i look around and see suffering&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost and know i can only do so little&lt;br /&gt;believing that heaven awaits, i can sleep better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renai:&lt;br /&gt;but don't you see, you're accepting defeat&lt;br /&gt;your beliefs have already predetermined your fate&lt;br /&gt;you live life as if you can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;to ease the suffering of all the living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zania:&lt;br /&gt;but what you say makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;i have always believed in my faith&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up, i go on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that heaven awaits with angels smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renai:&lt;br /&gt;what i say, has freed me&lt;br /&gt;from what i been told as my fate&lt;br /&gt;i live life knowing that i have choices to make&lt;br /&gt;one of those is to make this place heaven, &lt;br /&gt;for our children's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, why do you and Papa always argue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dearest, do you ever count how many &lt;br /&gt;times your Papa and I hug, smile, and laugh &lt;br /&gt;with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I guess it's all the time... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is like that my son. Your father &lt;br /&gt;and I argue when we have to... knowing that &lt;br /&gt;in the end, we are both trying to do the &lt;br /&gt;best for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maktub,&lt;br /&gt;-joseph &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108438019954607798?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108438019954607798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108438019954607798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108438019954607798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108432438324317400?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108432438324317400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108432438324317400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108432438324317400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108432438324317400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/t-i-m-e.html' title='t i m e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña 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We dreamed this up when were at Speakeasy Cafe (Seattle) a few weeks before it burned down.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108429608933445745?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108429608933445745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108429608933445745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/novasouls-is-collaboration_108429608933445745.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/268067/640/novasouls04.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/268067/400/novasouls04.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108429580680627446?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108429580680627446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108429580680627446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/page-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108425568181696534</id><published>2004-05-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:10:03.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f a q</title><content type='html'>Frequently Asked Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Falling Tree Question&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A master asks one of his students,&lt;br /&gt;  "If a tree falls and no one is around to hear it fall, did it exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The student responds,&lt;br /&gt;  "Master, what does it mean to exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The master contemplates,&lt;br /&gt;  "That's a very good question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was asked, "Where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;  and I responded, "I'm from planet earth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the Matrix?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the question should not have been "What is the Matrix?" &lt;br /&gt;  it should have been, "What is the path to Peace?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108425568181696534?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425568181696534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425568181696534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425568181696534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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we learn is even harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment you dwell in not accepting the past is a moment you spend not accepting the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a profit driven existence, there's a price for everything... this includes everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what happens after we die if you can tell me what happened before we were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice presented to Adam was life with God and life knowing Love... he chose life knowing Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a predetermined existence, one takes no responsibility for his or her actions while in an existence with freewill, one needs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God does not deserve the blame for all the sadness in our existence, why then does He deserve the glory for all the goodness in our existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are truly good and horribly evil are immortalized in our memories, the rest are just around to remember them in order to tell their tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the mere fact that we can breathe, reason, and feel makes us all close to being perfect? And beauty, talent, intelligence just differentiation details?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you measure an inch? the length of time? the significance of an event? the feelings you have? your state of happiness? the meaning of your life? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108425546526735714?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425546526735714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425546526735714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425546526735714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425546526735714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/o-f-f-t-o-p-i-c.html' title='o f f t o p i c'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108425537935629532</id><published>2004-05-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:02:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o n m o n e y</title><content type='html'>Some say that money is the root of all evil...&lt;br /&gt;But if this is the case, then it must have been &lt;br /&gt;very peaceful on earth before someone invented &lt;br /&gt;the concept of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that money is the root of all evil...&lt;br /&gt;But what is the soil that it feeds on? Greed? &lt;br /&gt;Selfishness? Desire? And yet, these don't have &lt;br /&gt;any meaning in the absence of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108425537935629532?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425537935629532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425537935629532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425537935629532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425537935629532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/o-n-m-o-n-e-y.html' title='o n m o n e y'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108425513949669984</id><published>2004-05-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:58:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e t h n o c e n t r i s m</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Where does one draw the line....?  Is Ethnocentricism a negative quality....?  It's interesting, this subject came up so much in the mid-90's, and applied to almost every ethnicity on the planet that I began to take it as an unsymbolic word and  yet another 'human condition'.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my current analysis of history, I will argue that Ethnocentrism is a negative quality since ethnocentrism is basically the amplification of the Chosen One or the Chosen People dogma.  It's sad that the classic hero story of any mythology promotes the Chosen One dogma to its fullest.  It's even sadder that almost all institutions of faith preach the Chosen People dogma under the veil of heavenly rewards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather promote the Chosen Planet dogma.  What say you Venus, Mars, Jupiter?  Where are your people that cultivate your soil and swim in your deep oceans?  Where are your pyramids? your great forests? your brilliant cities in the night? your artists? your poets? your storytellers? your dreamers? your philosophers? your mothers? your fathers? your scientists? your priests? your beautiful women? your prideful men? your innocent children? your loyal pets? your timeless songs? What is your legacy? Other than orbiting a sun amongst the billions under a stary night?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest planets, I am proud to be a citizen of the chosen planet, Earth!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to what is visible in our day to day lives; in a world based on consumerism, brand loyalty is a way to promote ethnocentrism based on what's cool and hip.  Human beings feel the need to be accepted, what easier way to do this than by being what's promoted as cool.  In the end, the profit minded wants your money.  Now if I can only convince people that being a humanitarian is profitable in terms of finding joy in one's existence, then that would be a worthy goal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can a citizen of the chosen planet Earth do?  First, gather some data...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aneki.com/lists.html"&gt;http://www.aneki.com/lists.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  And by the way, dogma spelled backwards is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108425513949669984?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425513949669984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425513949669984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425513949669984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425513949669984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/e-t-h-n-o-c-e-n-t-r-i-s-m.html' title='e t h n o c e n t r i s m'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108425475003592282</id><published>2004-05-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:52:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i s l o v e</title><content type='html'>         Love is Love&lt;br /&gt;          God is Love&lt;br /&gt;        Allah is Love&lt;br /&gt;       Buddha is Love&lt;br /&gt;      Krishna is Love&lt;br /&gt;         Rumi is Love&lt;br /&gt;       Gibran is Love&lt;br /&gt;     Muhammad is Love&lt;br /&gt;        Jesus is Love &lt;br /&gt;          Mom is Love&lt;br /&gt;          Dad is Love&lt;br /&gt;          Bro is Love&lt;br /&gt;          Sis is Love&lt;br /&gt;      Darling is Love&lt;br /&gt;         Pain is Love&lt;br /&gt;       Sorrow is Love&lt;br /&gt;         Hate is Love&lt;br /&gt;          Joy is Love&lt;br /&gt;         Adam is Love&lt;br /&gt;          Eve is Love&lt;br /&gt; Indifference is not Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108425475003592282?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425475003592282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425475003592282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425475003592282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425475003592282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-s-l-o-v-e.html' title='i s l o v e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108425425761745355</id><published>2004-05-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:56:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o n h a t r e d</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering whether the main BAD GUY in the Torah, the Bible, the Koran, (insert your belief system book here) is the same dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, why are we focusing on the semantics of the name of GOD when we all have the same freakin' ENEMY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST KISS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Donde, o donde, puede estar mi amor?&lt;br /&gt;Su alma y su corazon etan con Dios&lt;br /&gt;Se fue al Cielo, y tengo que ser bueno&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a mi amor al partir de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her orders and she left for the war&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know it would get this far  &lt;br /&gt;But she's good and she went ahead&lt;br /&gt;Now I sleep with my lonely bed&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking of her everynight&lt;br /&gt;And hope she's fighting for what is right&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't sleep so I watched the news&lt;br /&gt;I saw her picture and my heart was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? &lt;br /&gt;The lord took her away from me&lt;br /&gt;She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good &lt;br /&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried out but my pain couldn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;My knees lost hope and found the ground&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what's right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart this very night&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the day she left and said&lt;br /&gt;Hold me darling, just a little while&lt;br /&gt;I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss &lt;br /&gt;I found the love that I knew I will miss&lt;br /&gt;Well now she’s gone, I know this is not right &lt;br /&gt;I lost my love, my life, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translate=arabic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? &lt;br /&gt;The lord took her away from me&lt;br /&gt;She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good &lt;br /&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/translation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*adaptation of pearl jam's song "Last Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let them eat leftovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them eat leftovers&lt;br /&gt;poison their wine&lt;br /&gt;paint black their waters&lt;br /&gt;a mudpit for their shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them die in her womb&lt;br /&gt;for Oil and Gold&lt;br /&gt;dig out their tombs&lt;br /&gt;their lives you have sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the mothers weep&lt;br /&gt;as we ponder on what we did&lt;br /&gt;put them all to sleep&lt;br /&gt;as they cry out and fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;Is it our hate?&lt;br /&gt;Is it our fate?&lt;br /&gt;Our human state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luxuries and Needs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearly spending on: &lt;br /&gt;- Make-up: $18bn &lt;br /&gt;- Perfumes: $15bn &lt;br /&gt;- Ocean cruises: $14bn &lt;br /&gt;- Ice-cream in Europe: $11bn &lt;br /&gt;- US cost of Iraq War: $$110bn (as of 4/15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra annual funds needed to achieve global goals: &lt;br /&gt;- Eliminate hunger: $19bn &lt;br /&gt;- Reproductive health care for all women: $12bn &lt;br /&gt;- Clean water for all: $10bn &lt;br /&gt;- Universal literacy: $5bn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mutual Assured Destruction (MAD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD had been the winning strategy used in the Cold War.  It marked the beginning of living in fear, where at any moment, the world could come to an end.  With the end of the Cold War and the start of the new War Against Terrorism, the world has to come into terms with the failure of using MAD as a strategy against organized terror.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WMD's are now not in the hands of world leaders but amongst guerilla based terror cells.  How can an army combat an enemy that can hide within its own borders?  The means to defeat each other involves the killing of innocent individuals -- are these people acceptable losses?  We should not use the Pontius Pilate Defense and wash our hands from our responsibilites in order to sleep better at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to understand the fundamental issue at hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POVERTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 458 people own half of the world's wealth, there is something wrong with the picture.  Do you want to be the 459th?  or do you want the rest of the world wake up from their inherited suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please study the numbers (all of them! not just the ones that pleases your inner beliefs) and you will start to understand to roots of all the violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aneki.com/lists.html"&gt;http://www.aneki.com/lists.html&lt;/a&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/6930845-108425425761745355?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108425425761745355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108425425761745355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425425761745355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108425425761745355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/o-n-h-t-r-e-d.html' title='o n h a t r e d'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108422515810444237</id><published>2004-05-10T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:39:18.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p r o p a g a n d a</title><content type='html'>everything is propaganda, including this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108422515810444237?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108422515810444237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108422515810444237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108422515810444237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108422515810444237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/p-r-o-p-g-n-d.html' title='p r o p a g a n d a'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108422354978130541</id><published>2004-05-10T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T13:52:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l y r i c s</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Assumptions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your silent assumptions lead you astray &lt;br /&gt;Guiding your thoughts to places with no meaning &lt;br /&gt;Why do you choose to have pain in the night? &lt;br /&gt;When all things that love you, wait with the light? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time can make you see the truth &lt;br /&gt;But only after you have suffered enough &lt;br /&gt;Blindly hiding in desperate silence &lt;br /&gt;You say it's love, I say it's selfishness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you abandon the ones that love you &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you think you have it worst than anyone &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you abandon the ones that love you &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you think of you and forget about everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, for you need to learn how to breathe &lt;br /&gt;This dream of ours grounded on reality &lt;br /&gt;Flow with it now, it's where and when matters &lt;br /&gt;Selfless living within the hearts of others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you abandon the ones that love you &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you think you have it worst than anyone &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you abandon the ones that love you &lt;br /&gt;It's selfish when you think of you and forget about everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least,&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so Please listen to what i have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few months had been the best,&lt;br /&gt;so give your teaRs some needed rest;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised, i will give up my life for you,&lt;br /&gt;too bad i only have one, since that's too few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nO need to say you're sorry,&lt;br /&gt;My heart has forgiven you already;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so please care for what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait for you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;where all your regrets will be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait with an open heart&lt;br /&gt;for you would do the same for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in death, I’ll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Once in the sky, we’ll say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be my last breath&lt;br /&gt;but i won't mourn my very own death...&lt;br /&gt;for my heart has decided&lt;br /&gt;"that LOVE multiplies when divided"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give you at the very least&lt;br /&gt;another chance for another day&lt;br /&gt;so please remember what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you...&lt;br /&gt;i will care for you...&lt;br /&gt;i will listen to you...&lt;br /&gt;i will die for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* from "by the river piedra" by paulo coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b R A V E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy enough to be me &lt;br /&gt;i'm cool enough to be me &lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy enough to be me &lt;br /&gt;i am brave enough to be me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you crazy enough to be you? &lt;br /&gt;are you cool enough to be you? &lt;br /&gt;are you happy enough to be you? &lt;br /&gt;are you brave enough to be you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no them, only, only us &lt;br /&gt;in ourselves we can trust &lt;br /&gt;there is no them, only, only us &lt;br /&gt;we will echo beyond the dust… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Redemption will be found! &lt;br /&gt;Revolution will have a sound! &lt;br /&gt;your Redemption will be found! &lt;br /&gt;Salvation on this very ground... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy enough to be me &lt;br /&gt;got no need to be like you &lt;br /&gt;but can you prove to me &lt;br /&gt;that you are brave enough to be you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no them, only, only us &lt;br /&gt;in ourselves we can trust &lt;br /&gt;there is no them, only, only us &lt;br /&gt;we will echo beyond the dust… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our Redemption will be found&lt;br /&gt;Revolution will have a sound &lt;br /&gt;our Redemption will be found &lt;br /&gt;Salvation on this very ground... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are WE brave enough to be we? &lt;br /&gt;are WE brave enough to be-lieve? &lt;br /&gt;are WE brave enough to be saved? &lt;br /&gt;are WE brave enough in be I-N-G? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April Fools&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;why can't you understand, how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;why can't you take a stand and let me walk away &lt;br /&gt;why can't i be somebody to see the truth &lt;br /&gt;why can't i say goodbye and not waste my youth &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and should i dwell on my lonely tears &lt;br /&gt;should i be a slave to all my fears &lt;br /&gt;should i walk away and carry on &lt;br /&gt;separate and sing this song&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this love that i'm feeling?        &lt;br /&gt;is this right what i'm doing? &lt;br /&gt;is this real what i'm dreaming?  &lt;br /&gt;or just a weak mind thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you got to tell me the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and now you got to decide where to start&lt;br /&gt;and now you got to find a way to say &lt;br /&gt;and now you got to choose what’s next for me  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WYSIWYG VERSION 2.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you'll see, is what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;what you'll see, is what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;what you'll see, is what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;what you'll see, is what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got NO TIME to   change for you!&lt;br /&gt;i got NO NEED to   change for you!&lt;br /&gt;i got NO WANT to   change for you!&lt;br /&gt;i got NO I    if i change for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you'll say, is  what you'll regret&lt;br /&gt;what you'll say, is  what you'll regret&lt;br /&gt;what you'll say, is  what you'll regret&lt;br /&gt;what you'll say, is  what you'll regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got  NO TIME to     change for me!&lt;br /&gt;you got  NO NEED to     change for me!&lt;br /&gt;you got  NO WANT to     change for me!&lt;br /&gt;you got  NO YOU  if you change for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a comedy&lt;br /&gt;for those who let go of their mind&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;for those who are left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like is painfull&lt;br /&gt;for those who have the time&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;for those who use their time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Life is grateful&lt;br /&gt;for those who try to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a poison&lt;br /&gt;for those not wanting the cure&lt;br /&gt;Life is a desire&lt;br /&gt;for those who have faith in being sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children's Sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if there's no heaven?&lt;br /&gt;then there must be no hell...&lt;br /&gt;what then will be the purpose of living?&lt;br /&gt;if not to live each day breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could you think like that!&lt;br /&gt;i want to live knowing death will give me bliss&lt;br /&gt;how can i believe that this is it?&lt;br /&gt;i believe there's something better that awaits...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then you're delaying your true potential&lt;br /&gt;for you believe you can procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;you always think that the grass is greener&lt;br /&gt;that you hope that after death, things will be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't take away my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;each day i look around and see suffering&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost and know i can only do so little&lt;br /&gt;believing that heaven awaits, i can sleep better...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't you see, you're accepting defeat&lt;br /&gt;your beliefs have already predetermined your fate&lt;br /&gt;you live life as if you can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;to ease the suffering of some of the living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what you say makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;i have always believed in my faith&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up, i go on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that heaven awaits with angels smiling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i say, has freed me&lt;br /&gt;from what i've been told as my fate&lt;br /&gt;i live life knowing that i have choices to make&lt;br /&gt;one of those is to make this place heaven, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for our children's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daymoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of a daymoon?&lt;br /&gt;We are already blessed with the radiance&lt;br /&gt;Of a daystar with confidence so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of a daymoon?&lt;br /&gt;When it also can not penetrate the stormy&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds that wins over the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of a daymoon?&lt;br /&gt;The sailors only need guidance at night&lt;br /&gt;And even then, they only trust the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of the daymoon?&lt;br /&gt;It only reflects the brilliance&lt;br /&gt;Of the sun and does not echo its warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of the daymoon?&lt;br /&gt;For unlike stars, it is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;It hides a darkside for none to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J &amp; M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what has come to pass?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what answers have yet to be questioned?&lt;br /&gt;I have been right on a few things&lt;br /&gt;But I have mistakenly feared a few new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I not written?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I not yearned to understand?&lt;br /&gt;My world was only part of my present tense&lt;br /&gt;My word was only heard by ears within my fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp; M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we both understand our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Now we both understand where our words belong&lt;br /&gt;We were only trying our best to guide our friends&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have empathy for the rivals that we needed to defend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108422354978130541?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108422354978130541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108422354978130541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108422354978130541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108421057533907119</id><published>2004-05-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:36:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c o l o r b l i n d</title><content type='html'>love is colorblind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108421057533907119?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108421057533907119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108421057533907119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108421057533907119'/><link 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falls for Created       &lt;br /&gt;Created falls for Destroyer&lt;br /&gt;Destroyer falls for Creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destroys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator destroys Destroyer &lt;br /&gt;Destroyer destroys Created&lt;br /&gt;Created destroys Creator&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108420718650704470?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108420718650704470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108420718650704470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420718650704470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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want what I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life or die trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a vacation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination travels faster than the speed of light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is recursive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is what it seems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we love is all we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of love is indifference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on religion | wouldn’t it be interesting if preachers taught respect for beliefs other than their own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on borders | who needs borders if we all reach out to make friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the answer is not as profound as the means of finding it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is something i give freely instead of being earned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to exist is to cause a reaction, &lt;br /&gt;to learn is to react to an action &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a tree falls and no one hears it, does it exist? &lt;br /&gt;what does it mean for a tree to exist? &lt;br /&gt;hmm, good question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when we have an argument &lt;br /&gt;i can see your point of view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in chaos we learn &lt;br /&gt;in tranquil order &lt;br /&gt;we meditate and prepare &lt;br /&gt;for the next lesson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paint the world with your dreams &lt;br /&gt;ignite the world with your passion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we easily hold on to suffering instead of letting go of it, in order to find happiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on politics | wouldn’t it be nice if all world leaders knew each other’s cellphone number? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when we question what if, &lt;br /&gt;that’s all cool and good when that doesn’t affect what’s now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my assumptions of the world i live in, &lt;br /&gt;doesn’t stop me from trying to understand it &lt;br /&gt;through your experiences &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the absence of space and time can not be described &lt;br /&gt;by laws based on space and time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progressive revelation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinity is relative &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108420664826691820?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108420664826691820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108420664826691820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420664826691820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420664826691820'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108420625863125554</id><published>2004-05-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:34:17.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p e o p l e s a y</title><content type='html'>people say you must tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;i want to add...&lt;br /&gt;you need to accept the truth as well&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108420625863125554?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108420625863125554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108420625863125554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have concluded that the universe is a nightmare, i woke up and i found myself realizing the dream within it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like having dreams and nightmares when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Death is like having no dreams and no nightmares when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actions and Effects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be right is only human&lt;br /&gt;To be wrong is only human&lt;br /&gt;To do evil under the disguise of achieving good &lt;br /&gt;is the work of the heartless&lt;br /&gt;To do good but achieve evil is the work of prophets, &lt;br /&gt;gods and the shortsighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember how to forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we write things down in order to free our mind of those thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you are sad, write down your sadness so your mind may find a way to move on... and when you are happy, there is no need to forget, that's why happy thoughts are seldom written or sung out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very moment of one's own death, a person will realize that heaven and hell actually resided in each passing breath.  After this epiphany, all the person can do is sleep with the silence of indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;root&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the root of every thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is desire, is faith, is attachment, is forgiveness, is jealousy, is hate, is anger, selfishness, selflessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indifference is the lack of love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the most beautiful person i've ever met...&lt;br /&gt;i'm the ugliest person i have ever forgiven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the prometheus question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is not whether you can die for the things you love, the real question is whether you are willing to live in hell for all the things that love and hate you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effort to be only human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our efforts to become like gods, some of us never realize how to be only human...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i'm trying to be, is to be truthful to who i am...&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i stop to dream if that's the way i know how to breathe?  how can i stop to dream if that is stronger than my faith?  how can i stop to dream if that is part of how i love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the micro-scale, freewill exists;&lt;br /&gt;in the macro-scale, predetermination prevails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winning in Losing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to Love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid anymore&lt;br /&gt;Past mistakes, I have learned from&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainties, I'll have no more &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh how wonderful it is&lt;br /&gt;To finally forgive my past self&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wonderful it will be&lt;br /&gt;To finally face each moment of reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye to sorrowful tears&lt;br /&gt;It was the bleeding of a heart in pain&lt;br /&gt;I say hello to fearless tears&lt;br /&gt;It is a heart laughing at all its fears&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I surrender... I surrender...&lt;br /&gt;For Love has finally won me over.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/15/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u village starbucks, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be original, be yourself!  i have heard more than &lt;br /&gt;a couple hundred times that there are no more original &lt;br /&gt;ideas to be dreamed under this sky of ours... but &lt;br /&gt;do you honestly believe that you have lived before? and &lt;br /&gt;in the same circumstance?  if you believe to be unique, &lt;br /&gt;then everyday, an original idea is born... take heed &lt;br /&gt;of this and be glad, for a newborn child is the &lt;br /&gt;hope by which we can grasp and understand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an effort to be human, we forget to realize that &lt;br /&gt;we are surrounded by other humans as well... let it &lt;br /&gt;be said, that the greatest crime in life is the lack of &lt;br /&gt;awareness of one's heart, for we are lead to believe &lt;br /&gt;that it is weak, that it is prone to error when &lt;br /&gt;a human being puts one's heart above one's better &lt;br /&gt;judgement... but i want to rebel against this inhumane &lt;br /&gt;idea! let it be known, that i will follow my heart to the &lt;br /&gt;glories of heaven and the misery of hell... if only &lt;br /&gt;to taste what is left of my tears of both sorrow &lt;br /&gt;and joy that has visited my human face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is life but the reason by which we have taken &lt;br /&gt;the first leap of faith, the first choice and some &lt;br /&gt;may call it, the original sin... but why is it a sin &lt;br /&gt;to take a breath?  why is it called a sin to yearn &lt;br /&gt;to exist?  if not for a brief moment in one's time &lt;br /&gt;on earth but also through the memories of one's glory &lt;br /&gt;days and past mistakes!  but who will remember the &lt;br /&gt;days when one only takes a shallow wade through the &lt;br /&gt;ocean of life?  who will remember the nights when &lt;br /&gt;one has forgotten to appreciate the ground by which &lt;br /&gt;dreams or even nightmares play? aye, let me have &lt;br /&gt;a reason to fear death so that i may appreciate &lt;br /&gt;eternity... let me have a reason to celebrate my &lt;br /&gt;past, so i may bring my lessons with me to the &lt;br /&gt;realm of all things known... let me have hope so i &lt;br /&gt;may wake up from boredom and see the truth right &lt;br /&gt;in front of me... my fellow human being, learn to swim! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shadow will follow where i will walk... i alone &lt;br /&gt;know my own path for the reasons i have reached &lt;br /&gt;where i am is the result of who i am... i cannot lay &lt;br /&gt;blame on anyone... i try not to use my toungue to &lt;br /&gt;speak ill will of my fellow students of life... how can &lt;br /&gt;i judge when i am also guilty of not knowing everything? &lt;br /&gt;hold on for a moment and learn how to take a breath... &lt;br /&gt;now that you have, that is all yours to take freely, &lt;br /&gt;now, how then can you take away someone else's right &lt;br /&gt;of the very same breath? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goal in life is to become one's own hero... why &lt;br /&gt;does one search for things that can never be reached? &lt;br /&gt;how come the nearest heart and mind be the same ones so &lt;br /&gt;far away?  don't be tempted of admiration of others &lt;br /&gt;unless they inspire you to appreciate what you &lt;br /&gt;have... i have met a few, i have conversed with fewer, &lt;br /&gt;and each one is as unique and special as a moment &lt;br /&gt;ticking away... why waste time being lost when you &lt;br /&gt;know where you stand at all times?  be glad that you &lt;br /&gt;have a shadow!  be glad that there exists a mirror! &lt;br /&gt;are you now ready to take a step? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one ask for eternity, if one doesn't appreciate &lt;br /&gt;the very short time that they have in this human body? &lt;br /&gt;for i  believe that we are here to learn to appreciate &lt;br /&gt;what we have long ago lost to boredom, indifference or &lt;br /&gt;some other personal version of hell... yes, it is hell &lt;br /&gt;when one does not know how to appreciate each moment &lt;br /&gt;passing by... if we must compare, compare the lessons &lt;br /&gt;that you have learned in the past and the lessons that &lt;br /&gt;you are learning right now... don't be afraid... &lt;br /&gt;we are only human... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you learned your lesson, good... then learn some &lt;br /&gt;more... if not, continue asking questions, the first &lt;br /&gt;lesson is to learn how to ask politely, the second &lt;br /&gt;lesson is to learn what to ask... you will know the &lt;br /&gt;third lesson when the time comes... alas, learn not &lt;br /&gt;to waste time, that is a lesson that you should have &lt;br /&gt;learned already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/16/2003&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will speak of love... when i fall in love, it will &lt;br /&gt;hurt, for i know that this woman will make me blind... &lt;br /&gt;for each moment of each day, i see beauty that surrounds &lt;br /&gt;tempting me, but when i fall in love, beauty will lose &lt;br /&gt;all meaning, my dreams will lose all their luster, &lt;br /&gt;heaven and the gods will lose their mastery over me... &lt;br /&gt;so i will ask for forgiveness beforehand, and &lt;br /&gt;you will know when it will happen for you will not &lt;br /&gt;hear of my footsteps anymore... i will be floating on &lt;br /&gt;clouds so high that i will have no need of walking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/17/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me to find balance, yet you tell me to try my best? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand God, Allah, Buddha, etc.. converse with &lt;br /&gt;a parent, grandparent, or a couple that have just fallen in Love... &lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand Jesus, Muhammed, Abraham, etc... converse with &lt;br /&gt;your favorite teacher or your best friend &lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand indifference, converse with &lt;br /&gt;the sun, the moon, the stars, a diamond, an earthquake or a volcano &lt;br /&gt;if you want to understand yourself, converse with &lt;br /&gt;a child and listen to the conversation between your heart and mind &lt;br /&gt;now you know why it is very important to learn how to converse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alki beach, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop being confused, heaven and hell are just adjectives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/18/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while driving, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i sometimes wonder if Jesus, Muhammed or Buddha ever farted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/19/2003 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be of interest for all text or songs that mentions &lt;br /&gt;God, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Gia etc... &lt;br /&gt;to just bluntly use the word LOVE instead... &lt;br /&gt;why? why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have heard people say that my words are too deep, &lt;br /&gt;but i don't understand...  the words that i have written &lt;br /&gt;barely scratches the ocean of thoughts that i'm drowned in, &lt;br /&gt;in every moment of each day and i only write them like a whale &lt;br /&gt;taking a breather to say hi to the friendly sky... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/20/2003&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is of my humble opinion that a major cause of suffering &lt;br /&gt;is indifference... nature is very indifferent... but i don't &lt;br /&gt;understand why a human heart could ever have the capacity &lt;br /&gt;for indifference... to feel is the very reason that separates &lt;br /&gt;us from the coldness and boredom of an indifferent universe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often been asked which came first, the chicken or the egg &lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i don't know how to converse with a chicken or an egg... &lt;br /&gt;ask yourself though, which came first, the mother or the child? &lt;br /&gt;before the child existed, the mother is but a woman, &lt;br /&gt;before the mother could exist, she needed her child &lt;br /&gt;also, ask yourself, which came first, the teacher or the student? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn sign language... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/21/2003&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my home, seattle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversing with a rock is boring... &lt;br /&gt;i guess indifference is boring as well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friends have said that my thoughts are dangerous, &lt;br /&gt;but aren't we all going to die? &lt;br /&gt;so i say, live life or die trying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/23/2003&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love thy neighbor as you love yourself", what a &lt;br /&gt;wonderful rule... what an amazing idea... but i ask... &lt;br /&gt;who is my neighbor and who am i?  before i can love &lt;br /&gt;both, don't i need to know them first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking a lot about the afterlife &lt;br /&gt;that one day i just got tired of it, &lt;br /&gt;then i started thinking about life &lt;br /&gt;and enjoyed that train of thought for a while &lt;br /&gt;yet my mind wanted to rest for a moment, so not &lt;br /&gt;wanting to dwell with the profound thoughts of &lt;br /&gt;the afterlife again, my mind wandered into a &lt;br /&gt;thought i never fully explored before and &lt;br /&gt;it's the thought of the existence of the beforelife &lt;br /&gt;my mind has been always too preoccupied with what's after &lt;br /&gt;that it never had the chance to taste the ideas of &lt;br /&gt;what was before and as my dreams about the beforelife &lt;br /&gt;became clearer, somethings started to make sense... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we had all the rewards promised in the afterlife &lt;br /&gt;before we have chosen to be born in this body? &lt;br /&gt;it may be possible that we all got bored with it and &lt;br /&gt;here in our life, we will learn how to appreciate &lt;br /&gt;what we already had? this idea made me remember &lt;br /&gt;an older thought that visited my mind a while back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the grass is only greener on the other side of the fence &lt;br /&gt;unless one waters the grass around them..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what of suffering in this world? a question was &lt;br /&gt;asked... suffering is a direct result of only two &lt;br /&gt;things, indifference from nature and indifference &lt;br /&gt;from the human heart... we have little control of &lt;br /&gt;nature but we are all humans born with feelings, &lt;br /&gt;so we might as well figure how to conquer indifference &lt;br /&gt;in our hearts in the limited time that we have... &lt;br /&gt;we wont know until we try... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if "respect every one, as you respect yourself" &lt;br /&gt;would be a lot easier to understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/29/2003&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occured to me today that I spent too much time &lt;br /&gt;thinking about death and sadness... that I never &lt;br /&gt;thought of the fact that I could have never existed! &lt;br /&gt;What a life that would have been... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not know... &lt;br /&gt;to not reason... &lt;br /&gt;to not feel hurt... &lt;br /&gt;to not feel love.. &lt;br /&gt;to not have friends... &lt;br /&gt;to not learn... &lt;br /&gt;to not dance... &lt;br /&gt;to not question... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if one just contemplated this for one second of &lt;br /&gt;each day, the act of breathing just suddenly feels &lt;br /&gt;like being in heaven... &lt;br /&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/6930845-108420612972868184?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108420612972868184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108420612972868184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420612972868184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420612972868184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/s-i-m-p-l-e-t-h-o-u-g-h-t-s.html' title='s i m p l e t h o u g h t s'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930845.post-108420428101763783</id><published>2004-05-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:53:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n o w h e r e</title><content type='html'>no &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930845-108420428101763783?l=joseph_laurino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/feeds/108420428101763783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6930845&amp;postID=108420428101763783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420428101763783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930845/posts/default/108420428101763783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joseph_laurino.blogspot.com/2004/05/n-o-w-h-e-r-e.html' title='n o w h e r e'/><author><name>Joseph Ygoña Laurino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13428045499551429709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/893/640/shower.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
