<?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-8891132649486058533</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:29:53.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binoculars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4245212903719708565</id><published>2010-05-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:44:52.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am awake.... aaaaaaaaaaa blink blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/S_LCTcoeEfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y_lpEJ-c-qw/s1600/rainbow-photo2-412x308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/S_LCTcoeEfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y_lpEJ-c-qw/s320/rainbow-photo2-412x308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472650136567812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... it has been so long.. &lt;br /&gt;i can hear the cracking sounds &lt;br /&gt;behind my back as i moan &lt;br /&gt;good morning and i see&lt;br /&gt;oh no! &lt;br /&gt;its not morning? &lt;br /&gt;its dawn!&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna wake up &lt;br /&gt;but on 2012&lt;br /&gt;when Neberu had hit the ground &lt;br /&gt;a spawn...the new beginning &lt;br /&gt;when Atlantic had lifted us above&lt;br /&gt;so i could eat those strawberries &lt;br /&gt;when Rome burnt and burnt&lt;br /&gt;i would be the one &lt;br /&gt;saving the most important thing of all&lt;br /&gt;the book which Thoth wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that bad dream&lt;br /&gt;i have got to go back to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4245212903719708565?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4245212903719708565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-awake-aaaaaaaaaaa-blink-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4245212903719708565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4245212903719708565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-awake-aaaaaaaaaaa-blink-blink.html' title='i am awake.... aaaaaaaaaaa blink blink'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/S_LCTcoeEfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y_lpEJ-c-qw/s72-c/rainbow-photo2-412x308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4923430280282054796</id><published>2010-01-13T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:58:44.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ABDUL MAJEEDH ABDUL BAREE, THAT LANDAAGIRAIVARU DID NOT ONLY PUT A STATUE OF BUDHA BUT ALSO SELLED ALCOHOL THE SAME DAY AND BEEN SELLING EVER SINCE.... aND WHO THE FUCK IS THIS RASHEED IN Q&amp;A WITH ABDUL MAJEED, HE SHOULD REALLY STICK HIS MOUTH TO HIS ARSE AND JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP... NATIONAL FUCKING IDIOT WHO WAS MUCH BETTER TO BE SEEN AS A SALES MAN IN THE FOTHIFIHAARA IN MAJEEDHEEMAGU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DONT WORRY I STILL SUPPORT FOR MDP BUT SERIOUSLY PEOPLE OF MDP YOU VE GOT TO THROW ABDUL MAJEEDH ABDUL BAREE S IDEOLOGY AND PHILOSOPHY OF PROPHET MOHAMED/MODE DHEEN GROUP OUT FROM THE GOVERNING BODY OF THE COUNTRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPORT AFRASHEEM BECAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO QURANS KNOWLEDGE HE IS NOT THAT NARROW MINDED AFTER ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ABDUL MAJEED ABDUL BAREE BUREE GAA HADHU JAHAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4923430280282054796?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4923430280282054796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-someone-please-tell-abdul-majeedh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4923430280282054796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4923430280282054796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-someone-please-tell-abdul-majeedh.html' title=''/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-8846805722818379028</id><published>2009-12-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:29:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELEVISON THE MIND REMOTE CONTROLLER</title><content type='html'>Do we ever wonder what our eye conceives from what we see everyday and how different is it interpreted by our brains? Do we ever notice how much distraction there is in our surrounding’s such as billboards, music, radio, television advertisements, one way signs, no entry signs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe our mind has a very unique way of obeying, when tapped to the inner most core without the conscious mind being aware of its intruder. Mind is also mysterious in many ways, and yet there is so much more to know and find out since now the latest scientific studies say that the human mind after all is infinite, from the quantum level particles to the outside universe solar systems. There is no end... vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mind is usually prone in adapting any kind of environment if the ideology is easily accepted by the mind. For some of us it is easier to understand an idea, technique or theory if it is explained in visual and vocal description simultaneously like as in a documentary or a film, because it is very entertaining, and if the film or documentary satisfies us then we slowly begin to believe in the idea, but this does not happen with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example in 1940’s, when pesticides use became widespread, manufacturers began to produce large amounts of synthetic pesticides and this period is also considered as “pesticides era”. One of the most used and affective pesticide to insecticides was DDT, but later around 1980’s it was banned from some countries due to DDT becoming a threat to biodiversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this ‘pesticides era’, manufacturers spent millions for  advertisement and sponsored many more for production companies on developing films which portrayed insects as an enemy to humans, for example the movie “THEM!” a block buster in 1950’s was based on ants which gets mutilated by radiation during some atomic tests in Mexico and begins to eat human beings. Sales were getting ridiculously higher; the people who used pesticides went out of control destroying lots of vegetation and fertile lands until it was declared that DDT was affecting biodiversity by the Environment Protection Agency (EPA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYHwUWO85I/AAAAAAAAADY/2QrflM3cE7E/s1600-h/them-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYHwUWO85I/AAAAAAAAADY/2QrflM3cE7E/s400/them-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410520529009308562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYL29MikZI/AAAAAAAAADw/6uk6UTUJto0/s1600-h/jiminy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYL29MikZI/AAAAAAAAADw/6uk6UTUJto0/s320/jiminy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410525041100231058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiminy Cricket, a insect friendly cartoon screened around 1950's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one method how an idea or a scheme can be controlled. Even right now one debate that goes on is the global warming topic VS the evolutions theory. If global warming is something to be concerned and also supported by creating films like ‘the day after tomorrow’ revealing that there might be an end to life by the rising usage of carbon’s, where as in the cartoon ‘Cars’ and the film ‘The Transformer’ is supported by young generation to believe that human intelligence should be passed on from generation to generation even if the next generation evolves in to machines with artificial intelligence. Some films still support production of nuclear power and weapons by creating very sophisticated look as in films like Batman. But eventually this all are ideas from creative people rather than production that is supported by weapon manufacturers, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different kinds of ways how television can change a persons mind without the conscious not knowing or noticing that it is being changed and one of it is the ‘subliminal imaging’ my personnel favorite. A subliminal image is a signal or a message embedded in another medium, designated to pass below the normal limits of human’s minds perception. In history some manufacturers have used subliminal images in films to see if audience craves to buy those products, but now in the 21st century these kinds of techniques in television are not prohibited to be used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the readers might be confused and thinking how this is done, let me explain everything in detail. A film has 24 frames per second, and if an image is fixed and flashed in seconds of a frame from the 24 frames in a second, the watcher or the audience would not notice that specific image unless the person is super high intelligent. This technique is also explained in scene from ‘Fight club’, a film directed by David Fincher adapted from a novel by Chuck Palahniuk.  This image will be registered to his/her subconscious mind without the conscious mind not knowing that this has happened. In many times the experiment has failed and succeeded depending on the procedure, type of film, the type of image used for the audience and also most importantly depending on the target its trying to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example this method was used in a cinema by showing the image of the word ‘DRINK’ several times in the screen. No one from the audience noticed the word but eventually the sale of the drinks rose up to 70% than the average everyday sales made from selling drinks in the cinema canteen. Some of the experiments were also done by Coca Cola Company and Mc. Donald’s and it explains why they are one of the major fast food and fizzy drink selling companies around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One experiment which is very similar but not proved to be working is performed in Stanley Kubrick’s, Clock Work Orange (a film based on a novel by Anthony Burgess) the brain washing experiment of a prisoner Alex who is the main violent character of the film who performs numerous crime. In this experiment the prisoner is given a drug and forced to watch violent films continuously holding his both eye lids without letting them shut. Eventually he becomes sick of crimes and the experiment works out well but do keep in  mind that this is shown in the film and there is factual evidence that shows this can work in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYGXIrJSGI/AAAAAAAAADI/_oZeCucg_w8/s1600-h/clockwork_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYGXIrJSGI/AAAAAAAAADI/_oZeCucg_w8/s400/clockwork_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410518996867434594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think if a small subliminal image can do this to us, what about all the other things that are clearer, brighter images such as advertisements and films. It only gets scarier when media, television and advertisement are controlled, then it means what we see are only things that someone wants us to see and others a hidden and these kinds of conservativeness is only practiced in religious countries. Maldives for example in 30 years did not have any freedom to access into such information but rather was controlled by portraying everything from an Islamic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous article (a bit childishly) Muhammed Ya Rassolahlah, is also one of the brainwashing instruments used in the Maldives. This is also one thing that everyone watched continuously, and without knowing the meaning of Quran some people still refer to Muhammed Ya Rasoolahlah stories while explaining something about religion rather than actually knowing the meaning of Quran. Where did this series come from, who directed it and who are these cast? No one truly cares. For ages older generation accepted the idea that they have seen the whole exact history through this series and has built their belief on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television is not harmful and neither information. Controlling information and manipulating television to control humans is a genius act but not in the most humble way but the most vicious way. We all have remote controls for our TV’s but truly if we think, is it we who control the TV or is it the TV that controls us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-8846805722818379028?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/8846805722818379028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/12/televison-mind-remote-controller.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8846805722818379028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8846805722818379028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/12/televison-mind-remote-controller.html' title='TELEVISON THE MIND REMOTE CONTROLLER'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SxYHwUWO85I/AAAAAAAAADY/2QrflM3cE7E/s72-c/them-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4259489550349635238</id><published>2009-11-24T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:06:06.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our economist or politician Mardhooh Saeed and Aaastha Kalaange !!!</title><content type='html'>Again and again extremism and restrictions of religion claims that someone is trying to build a temple in the Maldives, and then sometimes the temple changes to a church… wait wait... There is more.. this is a cycle… then comes the story of tourist marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t tell me that the Chinese government has funded to build a museum and some people are planning to start praying there when it’s built because they think it is a Buddhist temple!!! Well, I think there are going to be some Buddhism historical things inside there so all you religious people, be sure if you don’t want to enter or else it might give you the glimpse of historical knowledge and push you away from your religious belief and more into historical beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if its not the Chinese where is this “someone” who is building the temple or the church, why would anyone with a clear mind, would want to impose a new religion in this country, when already our people in this country have been blinded by a fake bias faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could this bias story of Islam be developed from continues watching of the series “Muhammed Ya Rasullalah”? Is there anyone out there who has not watched this series? Is this a part of Hypnotism that we’ve been through and never remembered that we were hypnotized or brain washed by this TV series!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARDHOOH…. SAEEEEEE…. AAASTHAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuously praising to Muhammed the prophet more than praising Allah...And becoming racist blindly by hating other religions, is this what we are and what we are trying show the world as an example? Like in the article in DO, “Beer or heroin”, which made me think… Economists and social scientists or religious scholars and extremism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the definitions below and then you decide what kind you prefer for your country, the social scientists and economists or the religious scholars and extremist to run this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call all religious extremists narrow minded and once a historian said, "There are two things which cannot be attacked in front: ignorance and narrow-mindedness. They can only be shaken by the simple development of the contrary qualities. They will not bear discussion. &lt;br /&gt;Lord John Emerich Edward Dalberg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any discussion with them is difficult, and yet debating on topic is far more impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economist: An economist is an expert in the social science of economics. The individual may also study, develop, and apply theories and concepts from economics and write about economic policy. Within this field there are many sub-fields, ranging from the broad philosophical theories to the focused study of minutiae within specific markets, macroeconomic analysis, microeconomic analysis or financial analysis, involving analytical methods and tools such as econometrics, statistics, economics computational models, financial economics, mathematical finance and mathematical economics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Scientist: The social sciences are the fields of scientific knowledge and academic scholarship that explore social groups and, more generally, human society.[1] The social sciences are a subgroup of the fields of science, which comprise those academic disciplines in which the scientific method is commonly used. The social sciences, however, are more likely than other scientific fields to employ critical or hermeneutic methods as substitutes or complements for strict empiricism. Social Scientists Social scientists can be placed into three broad categories. Some are positivists, who feel that the natural sciences provide the best model for understanding people, and so define "science" strictly in its modern sense. Other social scientists identify as ant positivists or non-positivists, and believe that social critique or symbolic interpretation is more revealing than raw observation, and thus treat "science" in its broader, classical sense. Still others are eclectics, who believe that multiple methodologies have valuable insights to offer. The social sciences initially were constituted of five fields: jurisprudence and amendment of the law, education, health, economy and trade, and art.[2] They now include anthropology, archaeology, communication studies, studies, demography, economics, history, human geography, linguistics, media studies, philology, political science, psychology, social work, and sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islamic Scholars: Scholars in Islamic studies are both Muslim and non-Muslim scholars who work in one or more fields of Islamic studies. "Islamic studies" an umbrella term for all Islam-related studies, related to both Islamization of knowledge and an extrinsic study of Islam, and Islamic culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremism : The terms extremism or extremist are almost always exonymic — i.e. applied by others to a group rather than by a group labeling itself. Rather than labeling themselves extremist, those labeled as such might describe themselves as, for example, political radicals. There is no political party that calls itself "right-wing extremist" or "left-wing extremist", and there is no sect of any religion that calls itself "extremist" or which calls its doctrine "extremism". The term extremist is used to describe groups and individuals who have become radicalized, in some way, even though the term radical originally meant to go to the root of a (social) problem. The term radical is one not normally regarded as pejorative (except perhaps in the United States of America) and, unlike extremist, is sometimes used by groups in their description of themselves. The term extremist is often used with reference to those who use or advocate violence against the will of society at large, but it is also used by some to describe those who advocate or use violence to enforce the will of the social body, such as a government or majority constituency. Those described as extremist would in general not accept that what they practice or advocate constitutes violence and would instead speak in terms of acts of resistance “or militant action or the use of force. The word violence cannot be regarded as value-neutral. Ideology and methodology often become inextricably linked under the single term extremism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the enD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4259489550349635238?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4259489550349635238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-economist-or-politician-mardhooh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4259489550349635238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4259489550349635238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-economist-or-politician-mardhooh.html' title='Our economist or politician Mardhooh Saeed and Aaastha Kalaange !!!'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-2716754555202638786</id><published>2009-11-15T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:50:29.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Propellor</title><content type='html'>Maldives needs a new soul to become what its expecting to become for the future. But to go there and become an example of heaven here on earth, this country has to become a carbon neutral, a country of intellectuals, and a country that supports anti-war strategies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is truly a heaven?  A place there is peace, harmony and freedom for every single one to express their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is expressing emotions and the freest subject? It is art, because art is the beginning, the ladder for scientific, futuristic ideas for Maldives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone who is reading thinks, “oh what science shit”, let me say… if you want to make this place carbon neutral… science is the only book to look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into our population, in the bigger picture we lack in intellectuals and this happens because of our education structure. The teachers from primary schools plants the seed of knowledge in the Child's brain, now what is in the seed of knowledge- the curriculum Developers decide what should be taught to them so basically the seed is developed by them -  them meanings… Hardcore Mulahs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: 90% of Curriculum developers in the education development unit are Mullahs!!!&lt;br /&gt;What is being taught in our schools…. Has anyone thought about it…., here we go… this is ONE example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: 	Teacher says to the students: “kid’s do you know what happens when you are not afraid of god and not afraid of the things that god has created like oceans and sky etc?”&lt;br /&gt;All Students reply together from Grade 1: “Nooooo”&lt;br /&gt;Teacher; “well if you’re not afraid of God, even if you know how to swim you will drown!!!”&lt;br /&gt;(FYI I HAVE WITNESSED THIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any logic in what has been taught in this lesson?  (Its suppose to be a lesson on responsibilities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, there goes our education, and our precious seed of knowledge (the first ever information that is fed to our children is FEAR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to the expression of youth, which is always the best way to study new aspects for a better future, new ideas from anew generation “we” democratic call it… (By the way I am a centrist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of year’s back 70 percent of youth was on DRUGS, not alcohol not hash oil but Heroin. Almost 90 percent of our population smoke cigarettes or old Maldivian cultural pot. What happening here is everyone is smoking because they are BORED and craves for entertainment, and it doest’t matter what sort it is or what box it comes in as long as their getting it. In this 21st Century there is no way any country or any society can survive living a developed life without cigarettes, red bull, alcohol, fizzy drinks, posh cloths, frequent trips, electronic devices for communication etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mullah, these are very alien subjects. They are very narrow minded to understand that today in the world new chemicals are produced  from new developments and we take vaccination for those diseases that comes and spreads from the same chemicals.  For example, we use pesticides and fertilizers, which are not naturally made, and we eat vegetable and fruits grown with in these chemicals and we need vaccination to neutralize our body so we are in good health.  &lt;br /&gt;Likewise Alcohol, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are selling alcohol and have built our economical infrastructure from tourism, we have no other way other than selling pork and alcohol because the majority of our guests want this service provided to them if they are paying. Why not put them in jail instead, and hang him and throw stones at him. No!!&lt;br /&gt;We sell alcohol and we use the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when it comes to the point where the generation now is suffering from a stage called major boredom, which leads to heroin addiction, pharmaceutical drug abuse, unnecessary fighting, still they say it is caused by drugs and because of not having faith in Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the Maldives, an art appreciator, and 15 year old boy wants to have a good night because he studied the whole week and wants to enjoy his weekend, where does he head to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee and smoke cigarettes! In Pizzeria&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee and smoke cigarettes! In Dolphin&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee and smoke cigarettes! In Sea house&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee and smoke cigarettes! In Artificial beach cafes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this goes on till he gets bored of his studies and tries to find something new to do… guess what his friend brought him one night… a joint. He goes off...and smokes the joint… gets high and laughs and laughs. Now that’s funny and entertaining so for years the boy continued doing the same things… getting stoned and drinking coffee other than just one thing, now he is a dealer, because he had to get a lot of money because he smoked joints a lot, he thought why not sell and he smoke joints from his salary “If I sell I get my cut and ill smoke it away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUGS - is something that can be controlled but cannot be eradicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing would be to give medical Maruvana!  Fewer chemicals which will affect the brain other than brassy dangerous hash oil found in Maldives, and completely natural, a source which will provide good medication also first plant used for producing paper and lots of other things etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening karaoke bars, disco bars and shows with alcohol will bring entertainment to youth, fewer accidents because everyone drunk will know that they will be charged a fee for drunk and driving but will not be in jail for the rest of their lives if got busted drunk and driving. (90 percent of reasons why young boys speed up after seeing police and ends up in accidents). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 90 percent of youth have sex when they are 18! All of them should be given sex advices such as how to use a condom, and taking off the parliaments denial face mask after really knowing that people just don’t tickle when they are eighteen!&lt;br /&gt;After producing this freedom, then comes the excited and motivated youth to do something, and then our intellectualism, freeness of thinking grows. Art grows, theatres come, crazy experiments with new theories, all this will lead to good development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see an example of bad development look down towards male’ from an airplane, you will see a model of a computer mother board (or just like a computer chip), a development which has gone very very bad, only because of lack in artistic development, Government repression of artists, wide spread heroin addiction, and wide spread religious restrictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you democrats, who fought in the first fight after Evan Naseems Death, every single one said in their houses, in their meetings, within their friends and within those intellectuals (but not in front of the public) that they are fighting for freedom and it cannot be done properly with existing of religious restrictions and extremism. THEY ALSO SAID “Politics and religion are separate things”. What happened now… did you forget! All you MP’s from DRP and MDP Didn’t you drink and dance on that floor????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country will truly become one of the most remarkable leading countries in the world economy, just like London!!! (that’s also something that someone said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MY LOVE SONG TO YOU&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again open your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;MDP’s DRPs’ MP’s PP’s IDP’s and PHD’s&lt;br /&gt;Who ever that P!&lt;br /&gt;We were young and we are in youth, &lt;br /&gt;We drink and dance in disco floors&lt;br /&gt;We speak of radicalism of religion&lt;br /&gt;We are in good jobs&lt;br /&gt;We draw attractive posters that elected your president&lt;br /&gt;We make shows that rock&lt;br /&gt;We smoke and we are high when we make paintings that are printed in Maldivian National Rufiyaa&lt;br /&gt;We design Logos of your government offices&lt;br /&gt;We build your national strategic plans&lt;br /&gt;We support in carbon neutralism before you did&lt;br /&gt;Still you’re telling us ban alcohol and weed and start praying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this a bit insane… don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;You get to dance but I don’t?&lt;br /&gt;And stay away Mullah’s &lt;br /&gt;Mind your own business&lt;br /&gt;Or ill rip your Buruga off and bust you playing with your own worm!!&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/8891132649486058533-2716754555202638786?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/2716754555202638786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-propellor.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2716754555202638786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2716754555202638786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-propellor.html' title='My Propellor'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5221565989303344403</id><published>2009-10-09T03:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:00:59.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I claim lslamic Ministry is not gonna do us anygood... cause they are trying to help us but distroy us!</title><content type='html'>islamic ministry is behind everything... If they really want to investigate and prove that there is no jaariyaa in the maldives... the easiest way would be to distroy the himandhoo police reports where they found a 14 year old girl from another island.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to take peoples inerest else where... these people behind to force islam claims that some people are trying to built a temple... and what else yes the new tourist who came in maldives with a cristian bible translation.... well!!! whats going to be the next made up story to hide the truth... keep watching the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing maldives need is mosques to pray and to support the poor people. its not islamic duty to interfere into everything... even today in news TVM a reporter says prophet mohamed says that different opinions can distroy a community after social devision or something.... but that is human nature... we always have different opinions to reach to a better future... but anyway when did mohamed become Allah????? im confused... are we supposed to follow the Quran or Prophet Mohamed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows what the problem is... the problem is Prophet mohameds followers... just like people who follow jesus crist... who also was a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These religious issues are going out of hand... Some schools in the islands are gonna change their Uniforms, and guess what... students are told to design their uniforms but with a buruga (there you go... thats forcing, and people say Islam is not a Aluvethi dheen... but all you have to do is Alhukan... rediculess)... ... There is no way they can do this with out the support of the government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand government stands on the UN side supporting all kinds of global warming effects.... doing the go green good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question to all govenment powerful people.... Are you trying to brainwash peoples mind by "Giyaamai Alaamai" like Global warming and put fear in peoples heart for them to bend in a religious direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you seriously concern for the good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place depresses me... i hope one day you religious people just shoot me in the head and take the god given life... cause i guess mohameds followers have rights to take peoples life because they are the prophet followers????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to claim my right... for better life.. but what to do.. im born here... i wish i was born else where... where there is no religion but only spirituality and good.I would have been so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5221565989303344403?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5221565989303344403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-claim-lslamic-ministry-is-not-gonna.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5221565989303344403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5221565989303344403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-claim-lslamic-ministry-is-not-gonna.html' title='I claim lslamic Ministry is not gonna do us anygood... cause they are trying to help us but distroy us!'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-2091319633306650893</id><published>2009-09-02T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:53:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadha Mas</title><content type='html'>Something’s wrong with Google... its not working??? Especially in sarukaaru office in dhivehi raaje. And in my home too...wall street stock market might crash.. heck up goo people!!!  Or is it just happening here… hey heck up dhiraagu people… or are you trying to make us watch Mohamadhiya rasoolahlah&lt;br /&gt;Islamic banking is expensive... costs 15 MRF per dollar, authorized by Maldives Monitory Authority ( who also doesnt allow any local to have salary in dollars even if your paid from a foreign investment -  what ever goes in MMA, will not come out as beautiful as it was when it went in)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Maldives is now practicing Judaism, and still looking forward to capture Roadha -  does anyone one know what roadha means and why it is done!!! Ill tell ya people “ to remind your self how the children or people somewhere around the world will be feeling when they are hungry, when they don’t have food to eat and clean water to drink” YUP that’s the reality, but it happens to be that WE Maldivians so called “islams” are practicing Riba and has started wasting large amount of unwanted expensive food.&lt;br /&gt;Wastage is higher this month.&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s not all.. here is more… Currently Islamic ministry is planning to make a TV channel from the money of ZAKAI, for giving dheenee fathuvaaa….. OOOHHHHHHHH!!!! From latest technology…. So creative…. (bilals theory worked out there)And also 1/8 of 30 million rufiyaa, collected from zakai will be given to the poor people… So brave… still claims that they are practicing some kind of Islamdheeeneh…. ????? &lt;br /&gt;I guess after the 9/11 all Jewish moved to paradise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;One more very important thing, don’t forget to tune your channel to TVM every evening before breaking your fast… and watch all the “THUNBULHI SHOWS OR THUNBULHI MUSIC VIDEO” where every man finally ends up having a beard with KURU fatuloonu and women  in dark black BURUGAAAAA!! &lt;br /&gt; Islamic creativity… wonder why the end is always the same… oh I forgot yeah according to the BRACKETS in the translations of quran&lt;br /&gt;LASt but not the least…. Listen to the man who talks… OH YOU KEEP WAITING FOR THE PRAYERS… WELL it wont start soon…..&lt;br /&gt; maumoon was the one who writes huthubaaa.. maumoon was the one who made children bow him as if he the god…. This man speaker or adhaalath president doubles up score… his way too far than maumoon.  Well they always say… an army will not fire their rifles without the army leaders command… its something like that… BANGI starts with the Vasalaama laikum of Adhaalth presidents approval… the mai meehaa vaahaka dhakaa nimijjeh… dhen kaleymen insaanun kai…roadha mubarik!&lt;br /&gt;TVM Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;Moonu burugaaa, kuda kudhinge burugaaa Fagudi mihaaru libeyne ali rameez fihaa rain… varah agu heyokoh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: then rangalhu thaa kohmes ehcheh agu heyo mimahu&lt;br /&gt;Binocular prophet says: Mimahu rodha hifun thiyabai meehunah haraamm, mee yahoodhee dheen meehun ge mas.. islaamun nah keyun libeyne Fantasy beykareen nukahkaaa meehunah.. AAAMMMEEEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;(followed by dhiriulhumakee meebaa end titles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-2091319633306650893?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/2091319633306650893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/09/roadha-mas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2091319633306650893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2091319633306650893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/09/roadha-mas.html' title='Roadha Mas'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-8422787794981695334</id><published>2009-07-22T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:54:40.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One crazy story over and over again</title><content type='html'>ONE: hey did you hear....our former president made Maldives a luxury hide away..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: WHAT??? &lt;br /&gt;     How many year did he rule this country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: oh about 30  i guess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: yeaaaahhh...... What the fuck... that means he ruled years. i bet a plant can grow to a tree by itself in 30 years. .Common man... this is paradise...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: Ya... if you really think about it...Maldives was in least developed countries and when it was about to be lifted from the list....just then tsunami strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: FUCK WHERE WHERE??  (Panting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: No dude... not here on 2004...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: oh oh .... oooh.. you scared me maan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: yeah... but that was fucking long... cause now again maldives is going to be lifted from the same list all over again... so meaning - from tsunami its recovered much faster than the time he was ruling this place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: what the fuck is an undeveloped list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: how the fuck do i know... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: where do you read this mannn..I feel pity for him..heard he was taken to police station the other night..i also heard he never went in there after the ( cough cough ) opening day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: Well no one likes to wear the same cloths over again and again... ask women! not everyone is like us junky mother fuckers wearing rolling stone t shirt for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: your cool man...i love this shit... what is this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: fooooooo.... this is the real green going green stuff dude...&lt;br /&gt;     Hey so what happened to our Former P...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: yeah he went home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: (sign) OH , it means my house prob cannot be solved any sooner.... if police and judiciary is busy running after the two most important men of this country..too busy solving out which pieace of cake goes to who... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: cake man.... im hungry.... here's your money...this is real shit man...last month the shit you sold was pretty good too.. its done... do you want this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: no dude thats finished already...shall we go.. grab a bite somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: hehehe..... that soooounds gooooood maaan...kekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: cooool dude...whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: its gabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-8422787794981695334?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/8422787794981695334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-crazy-story-over-and-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8422787794981695334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8422787794981695334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-crazy-story-over-and-over-again.html' title='One crazy story over and over again'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-8865890468231097164</id><published>2009-07-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:22:31.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong about islam promoting brutality towards women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SlelRmg30XI/AAAAAAAAADA/4CGSbzviji0/s1600-h/veiled-and-naked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SlelRmg30XI/AAAAAAAAADA/4CGSbzviji0/s400/veiled-and-naked.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356932003595276658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by: &lt;br /&gt;http://filipspagnoli.wordpress.com/2009/04/20/counterproductive-anti-terrorism-the-war-on-terror-and-the-war-on-islam/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to share with all you Muslims or Islam’s or Sunni Muslims or Vahaabees!&lt;br /&gt;Look around you... if religion you’re imposing, supports brutality in one perspective sense, go look into dark places around in MALE’ to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: Lonuziyaaa rai kolhu park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see more than 20 Buruga (veil) girls a night in 2 hours, coming and going in the dark to suck men/ boy’s cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually for them it seems that people cant identify them in the dark or in other words – (In a more graphic version): if you look to two people sitting on a ring wall under a palm tree, with the help of the back light on roads, you can see them moving. Basically the girl is moving her head up and down close to the man’s lap and the man’s body is only moving funnily with out any regularity. During this time Buruga covers the girls face (and cock) so it is not possible to see her face unless you follow her to the light! Lets not talk about to what it does to the cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point is… is Buruga a good one to support young girls not to have sex or oral sex? Especially in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm not a very good one if you really think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do many girls who wear Buruga suck men’s cock in dark places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are scared of getting beaten on butts by the headmaster who has the big “Huge Leather Ruler” or they are scared of the society labeling. Personally I think they are thinking that the Buruga is the Condom version for girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you know the benefits of Buruga… moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets compare it with condoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefits of condoms are that it will stop accidental pregnancies and can help reducing sexually transmitted diseases. [More accidental pregnancies bring extreme population rise and lack of love to children by parents or their biological mother]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-8865890468231097164?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/8865890468231097164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-wrong-about-islam-promoting.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8865890468231097164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8865890468231097164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-wrong-about-islam-promoting.html' title='What is wrong about islam promoting brutality towards women?'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SlelRmg30XI/AAAAAAAAADA/4CGSbzviji0/s72-c/veiled-and-naked.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-3399553220151425843</id><published>2009-05-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:39:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming inside a dream</title><content type='html'>Is death something that comes to you when you least expect it, or is death always following you till you let it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thoughts rush in my head, and I knew it was time I fall a sleep. I saw the dream again and again when I slept, I don’t remember how many times I slept and dreamt, but I always dreamt about people who were just about to die.&lt;br /&gt;A person enters a room, two people are in the room and one is sleeping and the other one is awake. He stuns after seeing the death come in, I never saw its face in my dream, but I knew it was time for them to die when ever he visited them. I was worried dreaming it over again and again and I don’t know how many times I woke up and slept. I was confused. Everything was confusing me and making me curious. My eye twitches….&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I could see his face this time, I will concentrate in trying to see his face and then suddenly it was my house saw, but it was not me in my house, it was some other woman and a man lying in deep sleep. I tried to think of a way to see the face of death and I noticed that had a huge mirror in my room, I just had to change the angle of how my dream was viewing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I moved my angle and looked in to the mirror, I saw it close, very close of the death and it shocked me… it was me, my face… and how could it be… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I woke up in the middle of the night in shock around 4:00…&lt;br /&gt;That was a really cool dream - dreaming inside a dream.&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/8891132649486058533-3399553220151425843?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/3399553220151425843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaming-inside-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3399553220151425843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3399553220151425843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaming-inside-dream.html' title='Dreaming inside a dream'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4641822535264217820</id><published>2009-03-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:18:19.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if i wanna put this picture in the future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/ScHxpQauvfI/AAAAAAAAACY/C4okkKtvqgI/s1600-h/no-head-body-sexy-sigma-optical-illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314794726357908978" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/ScHxpQauvfI/AAAAAAAAACY/C4okkKtvqgI/s320/no-head-body-sexy-sigma-optical-illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4641822535264217820?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4641822535264217820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-i-wanna-put-this-picture-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4641822535264217820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4641822535264217820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-i-wanna-put-this-picture-in.html' title='What if i wanna put this picture in the future!'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/ScHxpQauvfI/AAAAAAAAACY/C4okkKtvqgI/s72-c/no-head-body-sexy-sigma-optical-illusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5384433931965274100</id><published>2009-03-10T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:42:48.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>I feel senseless as a programmed mind. I don’t know how it started and where it ends, I feel so numb, and lost. I thought there is more to life. But suddenly this feeling is eating me and making me believe that there is more to life but I can’t do any of them. I stand no where, he left me no where. I don’t feel alive or dead, I feel like I am stuck in between somewhere where there is no name, no sign, no beliefs, no rain, no sun. Maybe I can call it nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass and I don’t feel time. I don’t feel day or night. I eat when I am very hungry, also when I realize that my stomach hurts. I used to love food, now I don’t feel like eating. Everything is so far away and cloudy. I don’t hear people easily, I hear sounds from far away, even though when I am sitting next to some one and talking, I hear less and the voice is so quite and distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like life has left me to live it with no purpose. The music I listen to has lost its soul, I feel the air that gushes through me has lost its comfort. Every thing around me makes me feel like that it has no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of nights ago, I felt a weird pulsation in my heart, which lasted only for a couple of seconds. One pulse stopped, and the following one pulsed so hard as if it was going to burst out of my chest and the next one higher and then then following one faster and higher then the previous one… then it became lower and mildly went down to start pulsing normally. This is the second time it happened to me, or more, since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give much attention... I do remember saying I felt funny once. But this time when it happened I felt weird though it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a doctor, told him how I felt. I was having difficulty in breathing after that night and also during the day time when ever I felt stressed. He told me to do an ECG and after checking the results he said I was totally fine. Then I realized that it was no disease but my depression kicking in to me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be, after all it’s my heart, though I never thought about my heart before, even during the saddest times… After that I realized… I have never given that attention or priority to my heart, which is the most important muscle in my body. I know it has become very weak… because I can feel the weakness in every part of my body. It’s not happy because I failed to satisfy it. I have always given credit to my brain, and I feel guilty now, that it had to pulse in maddness that way to make me realize that it does exist with in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am foolish, I don’t know how to end this, but this is how I feel and I have been having bad headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5384433931965274100?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5384433931965274100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sickness.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5384433931965274100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5384433931965274100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-8653306863546734184</id><published>2009-03-03T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:58:29.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5 - REALITY OF MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0klhPyObI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JtAvUbrGNvc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308939762738018738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0klhPyObI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JtAvUbrGNvc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED -  How hard women try to look good and get attention from their husbands (Going to every where and picking the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE -  How easy for men it is to look good for their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN DEAREST MEN!&lt;br /&gt;old saying " Ruhumuge lola kah aibeh nufeh naaneh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNICAL COMPARISON IF BOTH DID SHOPPING FOR THE SAME PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male spend 33 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; in per 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Female spends 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; in per 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-8653306863546734184?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/8653306863546734184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-5-reality-of-marriage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8653306863546734184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/8653306863546734184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-5-reality-of-marriage.html' title='Part 5 - REALITY OF MARRIAGE'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0klhPyObI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JtAvUbrGNvc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-2326427790107476428</id><published>2009-03-03T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:33:10.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4 - How womens mind work (especially in day light) - MULTITASKING WOMEN (Down) AND OFF OR NOT STIMULATED WASTED MEN (up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0jQ5qNzcI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfTsgSNRqqc/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308938309002448322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0jQ5qNzcI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfTsgSNRqqc/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-2326427790107476428?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/2326427790107476428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-4-how-womens-mind-work-especially.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2326427790107476428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/2326427790107476428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-4-how-womens-mind-work-especially.html' title='Part 4 - How womens mind work (especially in day light) - MULTITASKING WOMEN (Down) AND OFF OR NOT STIMULATED WASTED MEN (up)'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0jQ5qNzcI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfTsgSNRqqc/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-6479675819930518978</id><published>2009-03-03T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:28:31.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3 - Women give in first  - in another interpretation - CHART OF MANS LAZINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0iSUX8UNI/AAAAAAAAACA/EEqRcnkTKdw/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937233841803474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0iSUX8UNI/AAAAAAAAACA/EEqRcnkTKdw/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-6479675819930518978?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/6479675819930518978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-3-women-give-in-first-in-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6479675819930518978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6479675819930518978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-3-women-give-in-first-in-another.html' title='Part 3 - Women give in first  - in another interpretation - CHART OF MANS LAZINESS'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0iSUX8UNI/AAAAAAAAACA/EEqRcnkTKdw/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4326691137081136170</id><published>2009-03-03T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:24:23.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 - Mens Data sheet -  how they see women in all perspective (clearly defining their stereo type narrow mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0fkub80pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IDg6ufIcAXY/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934251540697746" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0fkub80pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IDg6ufIcAXY/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4326691137081136170?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4326691137081136170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-mens-data-sheet-how-they-see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4326691137081136170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4326691137081136170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-mens-data-sheet-how-they-see.html' title='Part 2 - Mens Data sheet -  how they see women in all perspective (clearly defining their stereo type narrow mind)'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0fkub80pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IDg6ufIcAXY/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-3553185610014059267</id><published>2009-03-03T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:25:17.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 - Man made equation for women... yes the man who completely went psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0esVXRBjI/AAAAAAAAABw/d0Bd4mmBjU4/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0a2-rW9aI/AAAAAAAAABo/HCHbOAqDY3A/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308929067579798946" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0a2-rW9aI/AAAAAAAAABo/HCHbOAqDY3A/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-3553185610014059267?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/3553185610014059267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-made-equation-to-women-yes-man-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3553185610014059267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3553185610014059267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-made-equation-to-women-yes-man-who.html' title='Part 1 - Man made equation for women... yes the man who completely went psycho'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/Sa0a2-rW9aI/AAAAAAAAABo/HCHbOAqDY3A/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5724356213393687472</id><published>2009-03-03T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:38:52.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIL DEAD OF THE RIGHTEOUS Part 1</title><content type='html'>If you live the day you die,&lt;br /&gt;And the wise quiescent mind cries&lt;br /&gt;You whisk in vain&lt;br /&gt;With memories which becomes vague&lt;br /&gt;The righteousness fades&lt;br /&gt;Your last breath…&lt;br /&gt;The prudence of dirge&lt;br /&gt;To kill the aged and deaden&lt;br /&gt;Would you know, when no one comes?&lt;br /&gt;And they decide to keep you alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5724356213393687472?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5724356213393687472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-dead-of-righteous-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5724356213393687472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5724356213393687472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-dead-of-righteous-part-1.html' title='EVIL DEAD OF THE RIGHTEOUS Part 1'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-4250784821161749425</id><published>2009-02-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:12:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24949.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24949"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24949.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Albert_Einstein/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; (1879 - 1955), "Science, Philosophy and Religion: a Symposium", 1941&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-4250784821161749425?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/4250784821161749425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-without-religion-is-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4250784821161749425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/4250784821161749425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-without-religion-is-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5176035414023668748</id><published>2009-02-25T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:46:55.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INK BLOT of YIN or YANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SaUhhIBML3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vvA8CsQaGAw/s1600-h/inkblottest19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306684588897873778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SaUhhIBML3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vvA8CsQaGAw/s320/inkblottest19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SaUcCKqyxpI/AAAAAAAAABY/C4TiCcfN5Rw/s1600-h/inkblot05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When our race started, the only thing they first thought was what this stick can do other than hitting a fruit. Then we started testing it on every thing we came across. Soon we learned how to ask questions to our selves and also to find answers. Then the questions started getting more complicated and complex as well the answers. So the whole point is humans can never stop asking questions, either they ask “how are you?” everyday or they ask “what is our purpose here”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when some didn’t understand the logic of the evolution, or after asking them selves how they came to be a being, each started their own way… to look for answers. Some created answers like Gods and some still kept going back and watching the history of human formation to nature’s formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who believes in god will always say god made us. But the truth is that they made god. They created something so that they can believe that there is a reason. Also they believed it because they couldn’t bare their lives without an answer. Do keep in mind that science gives answers, but later with evidence! First they assume or make a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the science gets pissed off sometimes, because they love evidence, and there is not much evidence of a god that the religious people were referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me when the bobodu meeha spoke of the example. He said one day sitting on a swing that superstition can lead to good things, like once in an island, they had this superstition of a jinni, which lived near the old grave (also assumed as the ghost from the grave) on the forest side of the island. So people didn’t really go there, they were afraid, but the good part was that the kids didn’t go and play there, and the grave was marked, also preserved….. (Let I mark this, these were people who believed that there is a god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came the science people to the island. They were on a project to discover the history of the place. They knew the king was buried in the island, they also knew that they cannot dig up the whole island to find those bones to take DNA samples or what ever they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is, if there was no superstition or belief, they will not be much of the evidence saved, because superstition leads to good things also bad things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science on the other hand is also good and bad…because science can find and track things, show the history as evidence, and not let humans make the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are scientists, you have to have that belief and trust in your projects to make it real. If you are a person who believes in god, one thing you should do is, let god decide and you stop deciding for others who doesn’t have the same belief as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in god is not a bad thing, if you have a good heart and if you believe that god is the most powerful, let people have their say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Muslims created war, scientists supported them by building gadgets for war, this makes science bad in a certain manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is something I received from a Indian friend of mine. Go ahead read it… it will give you some insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, Latin Catholics will not enter into a Syrian Catholic church; these two will not enter into a Marthoma Church; these three will not enter into a Penthacost church; all these four will not enter into a Salvation Army Church; these five will not enter into a 7th Day Adventist Church; all these six will not enter into an Orthodox Church; and all these seven will not enter to Jacobite Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, there are 146 denominations in Kerala alone for Christianity; each will not share their churches for Christians! Wonderful! One Christ, One Bible, One Jehova? 146 disparate denominations. What unity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Muslims, Shia and Sunni kill each other in all Muslim countries. Religious riot in Muslim countries is always between these two. The Shia will not go to a Sunni mosque; these two will not go to an Ahamadiya mosque; the three will not go to a Sufi mosque; the four of them will not go to a Mujahiddin mosque? It seems there are 13 castes in among Muslims - killing / bombing / conquering / massacring each other. The American attack on the Muslim land of Iraq was fully supported by all Muslim countries surrounding Iraq. One Allah, one Quran, one Nebi? Great unity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindus have 1280 sacred books; 10,000 commentaries; more than one lakh sub-commentaries for these foundation books. They have 330 million gods, a variety of aacharas, thousands of Rishies, hundreds of languages. Still every one of them goes to the SAME TEMPLE? The Hindus never quarreled with each other for the last ten thousand years in the name of Religion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Point is not to become a Hindhu, but to learn from each other and I am not an atheist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5176035414023668748?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5176035414023668748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/ink-blot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5176035414023668748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5176035414023668748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/ink-blot.html' title='INK BLOT of YIN or YANG'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SaUhhIBML3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vvA8CsQaGAw/s72-c/inkblottest19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-7218280757923125503</id><published>2009-02-24T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:57:23.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How different each can be about one thing... like for an example... blogging?</title><content type='html'>I am surprised by the way I and others see the virtual world,&lt;br /&gt;where some put their guilt and regrets,&lt;br /&gt;some secretly try to fight for their rights,&lt;br /&gt;some who share just sweet moments,&lt;br /&gt;some share bad and good experiences,&lt;br /&gt;some try to spread their idealism,&lt;br /&gt;some try to spread their theory,&lt;br /&gt;some are just lonely and have no one to share,&lt;br /&gt;some are creative,&lt;br /&gt;some are exhibitionists,&lt;br /&gt;some want attention,&lt;br /&gt;some want to put that hatred all out,&lt;br /&gt;Some want to communicate with a group of friends,&lt;br /&gt;some enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;some dont,&lt;br /&gt;some spread religion&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;some who likes to see it all and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one are you? This is just few I have listed, if you are different from all and if its not in the list...list it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most welcome to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-7218280757923125503?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/7218280757923125503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-different-each-can-be-about-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/7218280757923125503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/7218280757923125503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-different-each-can-be-about-one.html' title='How different each can be about one thing... like for an example... blogging?'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-9007863024105233047</id><published>2009-02-20T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:56:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untidy truth of mine</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met my friend who came to male from South after a week, I wanted to see the beautiful pictures of Fuvamulak and Addu, since I ve never been there. Out of all the pictures there was this one picture of an old couple, which I assume will be more than 80 years or so. They were holding hands together and the house was built a little away from the place where everyone lived. Of course I didn’t see this all in the picture… the one showing me was backing up with a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the picture or the world surrounded by them made me feel like its a tiny drop of heaven and also something which i think i felt once. My friend told me when she asked them what was the secret of their love for each other he replied saying that it was because of those delicious banana from their own garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that how much I really wished for a simple life too.. sometimes, living away from the material world in some place where you can only hear the natural sounds and be yourselves with someone you love. And do things, funny little things and feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then also what if I get bored? Doing the same thing again and again, then I thought... I will need someone who will always be ready to do things with me, like if I want go hiking or travelling or to help the orphans … just anything… but he should be ready to do it with me. I want the one I love to be fit, physically so he could actually go on with me for a very long time, since I don’t plan to die at an early age… and I don’t plan to be alone suffering after my love dies. I want to walk till I die and I expect my love to walk with me too and it’s my selfishness I can tell. But is it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am so dependent on love, maybe because love inspires me to live an adventuress life, and maybe it’s just all I want and need… to learn things that I don’t know yet. And yeah it’s true that I like company and I guess now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it’s really hard when you look at your lover’s eyes while getting ready to sleep, and see nothing and you realize that all you wish is just going to be an unrealistic or a childish dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-9007863024105233047?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/9007863024105233047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/untidy-truth-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/9007863024105233047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/9007863024105233047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/untidy-truth-of-mine.html' title='untidy truth of mine'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-186690969431696366</id><published>2009-02-09T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:41:56.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>human delusions including my one!</title><content type='html'>i feel sympathy on those who folded them selves in blindness&lt;br /&gt;i feel empathy for those who question the gods authority&lt;br /&gt;i feel reluctant to those who kill them selves for religion&lt;br /&gt;but i feel contented when i look out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I look back, with my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why we confuse our selves&lt;br /&gt;but i do know, confusion in the end solves its essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic is it?&lt;br /&gt;when you look for something that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see&lt;br /&gt;the scientists and priests&lt;br /&gt;nature and its beauty still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unrevealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natures ferociousness, when we humans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natures compassion for humans loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still we complain, still we put a statue and pray&lt;br /&gt;god forgive us, when god it self is in pain&lt;br /&gt;god give me heaven he says&lt;br /&gt;and yet he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;destroys&lt;/span&gt; it from his hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-186690969431696366?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/186690969431696366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-delusions-including-my-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/186690969431696366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/186690969431696366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-delusions-including-my-one.html' title='human delusions including my one!'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5293289951552007734</id><published>2009-02-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:00:48.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jupiter my luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SY660GD3lLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zd5SH72UeDA/s1600-h/Jupiterblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300379215604454578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SY660GD3lLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zd5SH72UeDA/s320/Jupiterblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of loosing, is hard&lt;br /&gt;and it cannot bend&lt;br /&gt;I wish to change myself from all of them&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke when the right time began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day I followed the theme ghost&lt;br /&gt;And I hear whispers at night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Calling from another planet&lt;br /&gt;For my existence with him&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for that love&lt;br /&gt;Which never meant to be in real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love be like us?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to wake up from this realm&lt;br /&gt;Those promises protecting me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Whispers telling me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Darling don’t worry about us not having enough time&lt;br /&gt;Time is not important; I am here by your side,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be looking at you always... like a star!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were his words,&lt;br /&gt;When he sung me a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;He takes me to walk, near the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;And tell me the tales of those who died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the way to live life&lt;br /&gt;And he told me not to love him,&lt;br /&gt;but I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my love story,&lt;br /&gt;That no one saw or never will see&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5293289951552007734?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5293289951552007734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/jupiter-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5293289951552007734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5293289951552007734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/02/jupiter-my-luck.html' title='Jupiter my luck'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SY660GD3lLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zd5SH72UeDA/s72-c/Jupiterblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-6235247736701323814</id><published>2009-01-28T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:58:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration of guilt</title><content type='html'>Remember the way the world and the sound we used to buy&lt;br /&gt;And I got the world coming down like a mother’s eye&lt;br /&gt;And all that I care and all that I could give was a cold good bye&lt;br /&gt;The law enforcement was impressed that I survived at this age&lt;br /&gt;And I locked my self in a cage....Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;And I summon my love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that I get by&lt;br /&gt;he has my blood in side of his heart to make him cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-6235247736701323814?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/6235247736701323814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration-of-guilt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6235247736701323814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6235247736701323814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration-of-guilt.html' title='Inspiration of guilt'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-5160531025763102088</id><published>2009-01-27T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:26:07.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost stars</title><content type='html'>Every day the men built houses&lt;br /&gt;And put lights on to see the night&lt;br /&gt;Looked at their house with chins up&lt;br /&gt;And wondered why their houses looked so small&lt;br /&gt;They fought wars&lt;br /&gt;And made money to sell their souls&lt;br /&gt;And soon forgot why the stars didn't shine&lt;br /&gt;Anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;So they kept thinking and thinking&lt;br /&gt;Made it go round and round through the globe&lt;br /&gt;Hunger, misery and sorrow was what they saw&lt;br /&gt;The never ending rat race&lt;br /&gt;until the last moan...what it was&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know that they forgot to put the lights off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-5160531025763102088?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/5160531025763102088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5160531025763102088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/5160531025763102088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-stars.html' title='lost stars'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-387241045712242151</id><published>2009-01-25T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:44:16.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the world</title><content type='html'>time is nothing but a friction to life&lt;br /&gt;and time has put us here&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could say more&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just stuck inside my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;trying to cut some, hide some, reveal some and forget some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes with all of it&lt;br /&gt;its just my head and my self&lt;br /&gt;making me selfish or self centered&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word might have more meaning to it then life&lt;br /&gt;a life have more meaning to in than a word&lt;br /&gt;but who decides such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridicules&lt;/span&gt; things can make sense&lt;br /&gt;when there is no right or no wrong&lt;br /&gt;a book that punishes you, when you believe it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person is selfish when he moves on&lt;br /&gt;a person is selfish when he gives to the poor&lt;br /&gt;a person is selfish when he fills his stomach and gives no one anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to win a heart, just to win a life to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;selfishness is within us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes to the end,&lt;br /&gt;every one denies, they lie to them selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regretting&lt;/span&gt; and leaving everything behind&lt;br /&gt;deluding them selves in a ritual force&lt;br /&gt;they prepare them selves for the dooms day&lt;br /&gt;but when they day comes, they weep&lt;br /&gt;they hide them selves and and says&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not ready to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how life is, with time and with agony&lt;br /&gt;with logic and with superficial materials&lt;br /&gt;that takes the meaning of life or words&lt;br /&gt;that once was built , when everything was just zero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-387241045712242151?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/387241045712242151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/387241045712242151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/387241045712242151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2009/01/eclipse.html' title='end of the world'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-3093183682659238687</id><published>2008-12-16T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:17:20.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have tried looking so hard, but the only thing i see is the shadow. He haunted me in my dreams and suddenly appears in the morning life of my way to work and then disappears again. Then I see him up on the sky and he is hard to reach. The only thing I hear is his voice and its makes me so mad that I can’t reach him. His voice kills my guts and melts me down into my thoughts, making me a figment of his imagination. So much emotion and non like the other, he is mysterious like a ghost, who wants to be buried alive and wants to bleed and give his flesh to them who cooks it. I see him seeking ways to sneak out of his head. He moves like a hawk with out no destination, he is in his head and his head sounds so good, makes me want to be a figment of his imagination forever, but it makes me so mad...its makes me so mad that he cant be mine and I am looking for a ghost. This kind of existence and love is beautiful; no human can love that much and no human can love like that. And it hurts me that I have to turn to a living thing of no use again, because he already let me out.. As words to a book and here I am... I am words left out of his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-3093183682659238687?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/3093183682659238687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-tried-looking-so-hard-but-only.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3093183682659238687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/3093183682659238687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-tried-looking-so-hard-but-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-2107456863284969134</id><published>2008-11-23T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:14:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of Maldives royal family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSkQYkr0C6I/AAAAAAAAABA/Cjl5yzfQwZU/s1600-h/motaru_boatuge_gadubadu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271762853164223394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSkQYkr0C6I/AAAAAAAAABA/Cjl5yzfQwZU/s320/motaru_boatuge_gadubadu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy in the form of the first written constitution was incepted in the Maldives in 1932. Soon the democratically elected government found itself at a loss as to what democracy was. They failed to consider the political maturity of Maldivians and proceeded to enact reforms. Some of the reforms voted in included building a railway line from Maafannu to Macchangoli, a distance of less than a kilometre. Trees were planted along the middle of the main street in Malé to resemble a French boulevard. Soon the citizenry found themselves alienated and cried out for a return to the bad old days of absolute monarchy. A coup took place with a junta of sixty eight leading citizens replacing the government. The junta was led by the wealthiest local businessman in Malé at the time, a certain Gulhee Isa Kaleyfan. They petitioned the Sultan to suspend the constitution and take absolute control. The Sultan Mohamed Shamsuddine III Iskander did as he was bid and ordered his most unpopular ministers into exile in Colombo. Some of the ex-ministers are photographed here in Colombo. From left (seated) Hussain Salahuddine, Henveyrugey Ahmed Kamil Didi; Eggamugey Ibrahim Ali Didi; Athireegey Mohamed Amin Didi (not an exile). Back row from left: Medu Seedeege Seedi (he was not a minister but a busy body who was foolish enough to advise the Sultan to order the militia to open fire on the assembled citizenry who were demanding an end to democracy); Meerubahuru Mohamed Ismail Didi, Hilihilaagey Moosa Didi; Kelaa Sheik Ibrahim Rushdy and Buruneegey Ibrahim Hassan Didi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-2107456863284969134?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/2107456863284969134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/courtesy-of-maldives-royal-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-6631583491519316815</id><published>2008-11-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:47:09.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love song, if i ve ever been in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSjttdHGvtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WL_oEiF4NbA/s1600-h/easy-tiger-ryan-adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271724729001492178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSjttdHGvtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WL_oEiF4NbA/s320/easy-tiger-ryan-adams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSjtVOM9O-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/V8Lx2Ol2hB8/s1600-h/easy-tiger-ryan-adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Know----------------------------------By Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You come for me in the worst of places&lt;br /&gt;You come for me, you come and try to take me home&lt;br /&gt;I'm always in need and it's hard to be reciprocating&lt;br /&gt;The fabric of our life gets torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything's changing so how I am to know&lt;br /&gt;How I'm going to hold on to you when I'm spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;You and I togetherBut only one of us in love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says her name, it echoes in my head like it was a canyon&lt;br /&gt;He says her name, he says it and I know what's up&lt;br /&gt;You come to me sometimes when I'm thinking like a cannonball shooting out a cannon&lt;br /&gt;And I forget whatever it was I was thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything changing how am I to know&lt;br /&gt;How I'm going to hold on to you when I'm spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;With out and I together&lt;br /&gt;But only one of us in love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-6631583491519316815?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/6631583491519316815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-song-if-i-ve-ever-been-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6631583491519316815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6631583491519316815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-song-if-i-ve-ever-been-in-love.html' title='My love song, if i ve ever been in love?'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSjttdHGvtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WL_oEiF4NbA/s72-c/easy-tiger-ryan-adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-7803637067081545844</id><published>2008-11-22T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:52:12.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGG HEAD</title><content type='html'>i said to him can you watch the watch&lt;br /&gt;i have to be somewhere on time&lt;br /&gt;i have no issues but where i stand is too packed&lt;br /&gt;he digs through me and says&lt;br /&gt;you see your not close to be hatched&lt;br /&gt;you need to stay under till i get my hat&lt;br /&gt;he started to move and i knew he wouldnt come back&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in my shell thinking im too far to be snatched&lt;br /&gt;but then the crowd moved and i dribbled&lt;br /&gt;tumbled bumbled.... gibingly humbled&lt;br /&gt;jumped up and down and crashed in to a dump&lt;br /&gt;and then rolled and growled and stepped in a cat&lt;br /&gt;then ended up lying just next to his lap&lt;br /&gt;now i am trapped&lt;br /&gt;and the one with the hat never returned after that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-7803637067081545844?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/7803637067081545844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-said-to-him-can-you-watch-watch-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/7803637067081545844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/7803637067081545844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-said-to-him-can-you-watch-watch-i.html' title='EGG HEAD'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891132649486058533.post-6628523301543987319</id><published>2008-11-22T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:19:11.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture i see from my lense</title><content type='html'>ITs 9 in the evening and i am here in my office making my first blog entry, as a good starter i would say i am not a writer. I hardly know how to explain things and here i am writing my blog. They say sometimes you become too blind to see you own flaws or imperfection but no they are wrong, i do see mine and yet im writing by blog. My name is binocular and i am here to tell you the tale of my life as a pirate on the land, of course not ocean, cause i am not a sailor, but i am a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I am invisible and invincible,&lt;br /&gt;and i hide because i am afraid to show my real face,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn’t believe if you see,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes will burn and hurt to make you believe,&lt;br /&gt;that i am not a writer but yet i am writing to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891132649486058533-6628523301543987319?l=binoculars7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/feeds/6628523301543987319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-i-see-from-my-lense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6628523301543987319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891132649486058533/posts/default/6628523301543987319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binoculars7.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-i-see-from-my-lense.html' title='picture i see from my lense'/><author><name>Binoculars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808841567384446503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IanJt6DO0O4/SSg02L618UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GPGc1zKI19Q/S220/binoculars-full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
