<?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-9279771</id><updated>2012-04-15T19:45:31.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cheekee.monkee</title><subtitle type='html'>an experiment in literature</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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me awake&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' left to say, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need 'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothin' left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out drivin', tryin' to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feelin' just a little tired of this&lt;br /&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br /&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br /&gt;Is not knowin' what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;What we should have been&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need 'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothin' left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;While you're sleepin' with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;And on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need 'em&lt;br /&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothin' left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories I don't need 'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and all your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've got nothin' left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh someday baby, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keith Urban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-7455581267868847784?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/7455581267868847784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=7455581267868847784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u id="di1p"&gt; merry christmas, mommy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="x9-d"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="u.p9" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i cannot say the words i want for you to hear&lt;br /&gt; i hope this little poem makes it all so very clear&lt;br /&gt; each time you look my way it's so plain to see&lt;br /&gt; nobody in your world is more important then me&lt;br /&gt; sometimes your heart is sad for all you cannot give&lt;br /&gt; most important to know, it is for me that you live&lt;br /&gt; all i know about love i have learned from you&lt;br /&gt; my biggest fan, my mommy and my hero too&lt;br /&gt; you worry it's only me and you, but that's okay&lt;br /&gt; you're all that i need, you'll see that some day&lt;br /&gt; you are there for me when i'm not well&lt;br /&gt; got the best mommy as far as i can tell&lt;br /&gt; you'll see, one day i'll grow up, by your side&lt;br /&gt; we'll look at each other with so much pride&lt;br /&gt; because everything i am i owe to you&lt;br /&gt; i think you're better off with me too&lt;br /&gt; and so together through life we shall go&lt;br /&gt; i will love you forever, this you should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-8357845138622687337?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/8357845138622687337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=8357845138622687337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/8357845138622687337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/8357845138622687337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-friend.html' title='for a friend...'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-3543750573002038189</id><published>2008-03-03T10:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:13:09.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stand Back Up&lt;br /&gt;- Sugarland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go ahead and take your best shot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm laid out on the floor, but I've been here before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may stumble, yeah I might fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only human aren't we all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I might lose my way, but hear me when I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will stand back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll know just the moment when I've had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I'm afraid, and I don't feel that tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'll stand back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been beaten up and bruised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been kicked right off my shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been down on my knees more times than you'd believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the darkness tries to get me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a light that just won't let me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It might take my pride, and my tears may fill my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'll stand back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've weathered all these storms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I just turn them into wind, so I can fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What don't kill you makes you stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I take my last breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's when I'll just give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, go ahead and take your best shot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might win this round but you can't keep me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'll stand back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you'll know just the moment when I've had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I'm afraid and I don't feel that tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'll stand back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll know just the moment when I've had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I'm afraid and I don't feel that tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'll stand back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-3543750573002038189?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/3543750573002038189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=3543750573002038189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/3543750573002038189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/3543750573002038189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-anthem.html' title='my anthem'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-7969248317620104687</id><published>2007-07-22T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:15:02.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the me you never see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;do you know what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;to wait, to wonder to watch and see&lt;br /&gt;lives crumble before you&lt;br /&gt;secrets held within&lt;br /&gt;quick right yourself you're needed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl in the mirror stares back &lt;br /&gt;braces herself, awaits the attack&lt;br /&gt;the hurt rushes in&lt;br /&gt;the tears flow once more&lt;br /&gt;as she frantically races for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to run, to hide, to live inside&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;quickly toss away your pride&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the pressure builds&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sadness rushes in and takes hold&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;heart sputters, dies, goes cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-7969248317620104687?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/7969248317620104687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=7969248317620104687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/7969248317620104687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/7969248317620104687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-you-never-see.html' title='the me you never see'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-117624345695396815</id><published>2007-04-10T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:17:36.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and now a post...</title><content type='html'>the sting of regret&lt;br /&gt;the horror of defeat&lt;br /&gt;an impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;sadness takes hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait - step back&lt;br /&gt;clear your head&lt;br /&gt;the big picture&lt;br /&gt;holds the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn from this&lt;br /&gt;gain strength&lt;br /&gt;establish your&lt;br /&gt;perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-117624345695396815?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/117624345695396815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=117624345695396815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/117624345695396815'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/117624066520286195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=117624066520286195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/117624066520286195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/117624066520286195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2007/04/dissapointment.html' title='dissapointment'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-117624005636195646</id><published>2007-04-10T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:20:56.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a definition:   what is considered the most likely to happen. An expectation, which is a belief that is centred on the future, may or may not be realistic. A less advantageous result gives rise to the emotion of disappointment. If something happens that is not at all expected it is a surprise. An expectation about the behavior or performance of another person, expressed to that person, may have the nature of a strong request, or an order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/9279771-117624005636195646?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/117624005636195646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=117624005636195646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/117624005636195646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/117624005636195646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2007/04/expectations.html' title='expectations'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116344216451841890</id><published>2006-11-13T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:28:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>riding the rut</title><content type='html'>as the weight of horror smashes me down the depths of sadness do me in.  I'm feeling real sorry for myself, which frustrates me.  i just want it all to go away. i don't want to BE a survivor of childhood sexual abuse anymore.  yeah okay so we all have our crosses to bear but can i carry someone's cross for a bit?  mine has become heavy and i feel i cannot carry it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of always reaching out but then hearing the sound of the wind pass by me as i fall - alone.  why would it be any other way though?  we are all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm angry today.  at nothing in particular.  i feel like standing up and screaming.  all these fucking expectations thrown at me.  fuck expectations, it only leads to dissapointment.  maybe it's time i stop living up to all these expectations.  maybe it's my turn to stop giving a shit about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody really gives a fuck about anybody else anyway.  it doesn't matter what you do for people, it doesn't matter how long you stay like a fucking stupid loyal dog - nothing is appreciated.  be a better person?  why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116344216451841890?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116344216451841890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116344216451841890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116344216451841890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116344216451841890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/11/riding-rut.html' title='riding the rut'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116301533127222141</id><published>2006-11-08T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:49:56.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in times of need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish you and your family the outmost happiness and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope for you continued strength and good nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I give you to all the love and encouragement you need.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For this journey may be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For life  maybe unfair or harsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For fear and pain lurk  evermore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family will gather round and rejoice&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Love will be your eternal strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Friendship \nguides you through sorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;And me, my friend will have happy wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;And you, my friend will know my loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;And he, \nwill rise, stonger then before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;- Mona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;I just wrote that right now ... It\'s not the best but it \nexpresses my message to you and your family.  I will anxiously await your \nemail letting me know that all is okay and that the worries are over.  \n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;Keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;Your friend from afar ... Mona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love will be your eternal strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship  guides you through sorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And me, my friend will have happy wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you, my friend will know my loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he,  will rise, stonger then before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Mona (11/08/2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116301533127222141?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116283150900891134</id><published>2006-11-06T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:45:09.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WAY TO HAPPY</title><content type='html'>One night to you&lt;br /&gt;Lasted six weeks for me&lt;br /&gt;Just a bitter little pill now&lt;br /&gt;Just to try to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;No more waking up to innocence&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to hesitance&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I meet&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you years ago&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;What love means to me but oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on rolling down this road&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a bad, bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a long time to love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Left in the pieces that you broke me into&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart but now I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rolling like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my childhood behind&lt;br /&gt;In a roll away bed&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so damn simple&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm losing my head&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cover up the damage&lt;br /&gt;And pad out all the bruises&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I had it&lt;br /&gt;So it didn't hurt to lose it&lt;br /&gt;Didn't hurt to lose it&lt;br /&gt;No but oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on rolling down this road&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a bad, bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a long time to love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Left in the pieces that you broke me into&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart but now I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rolling like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be a long long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm numb as hell and I can't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry about regret or guilt cause I never knew your name&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottem of my heart&lt;br /&gt;For all the sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;And for tearing me apart yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a long time to love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Left in the pieces that you broke me into&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart but now I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rolling like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be a long long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a long time to love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long, long, long, long way to happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Left in the pieces that you broke me into&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart but now I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rolling like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116283150900891134?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116283150900891134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116283150900891134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116283150900891134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116283150900891134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-way-to-happy.html' title='LONG WAY TO HAPPY'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116195287751854625</id><published>2006-10-27T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:41:17.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>at one</title><content type='html'>here we wonder&lt;br /&gt;there we wane&lt;br /&gt;sit back relax&lt;br /&gt;let peace&lt;br /&gt;take over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116195287751854625?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116195287751854625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116195287751854625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116195287751854625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116195287751854625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-one.html' title='at one'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116100563207239049</id><published>2006-10-16T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:34:08.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>circle of friends</title><content type='html'>Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;and we notice you don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Me, I think it all depends on you touching ground with us.&lt;br /&gt;But, I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody elseit seems.&lt;br /&gt;And I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.&lt;br /&gt;And being alone is the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is temporary anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When the streets are wet -- the color slip into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why that means you and I are-&lt;br /&gt;that means you and....&lt;br /&gt;I quit -- I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.&lt;br /&gt;But I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.&lt;br /&gt;And being alone is the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself nobody else can say...&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;and we notice you don't come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Edie Brickell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116100563207239049?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116100563207239049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116100563207239049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116100563207239049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116100563207239049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/circle-of-friends.html' title='circle of friends'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116088679340009257</id><published>2006-10-15T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:33:13.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the stars</title><content type='html'>this is my horoscope for today ... it ties in sweetly to my previous post .. BTW my friend is also an aries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries (March 21 — April 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing in this world ever stays in balance, it leaves us no choice but to accept a state of perpetual imbalance. Having recently swung to one extreme, events are causing you to lurch back in the opposite direction. Stick with it. Stability will return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116088679340009257?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116088679340009257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116088679340009257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116088679340009257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116088679340009257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/stars.html' title='the stars'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116088478547701559</id><published>2006-10-14T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:59:45.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time marches on</title><content type='html'>okay so i have this best friend, we've been best friends since high school ... she lives in the U.S. with her family (consisting of husband, son, unborn daughter and dog).  i love her like nobody's business.  our lives are in such different places though.  that's no problem, it happens right?  well it's all okay until i come to visit - the problem is that they are all in bed by 10pm and i'm usually going out then, hey i'm a single 30-something chick - this is the life i choose.  the problem is that i'm bored out of my freakin mind when i'm here because she is usually working all day or at the very least on the phone with work.  so the evenings give way to a great dinner and maybe some cards, that's the excitement of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be happy just to see her, i know but i'm not anymore.  i know it's selfish but sometimes i'd really just like to hang out with her.  without all the distractions.  that would be possible if she ever came to visit me, oh wait there was that one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bothers me more then i have ever admitted that she thinks because i'm single i should be leaving my life for a week to come here and watch hers.  it sounds horrible and i feel about that guilty but it's gotta stop!  i'm starting to become resentful of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah it's best when i visit and their fighting.  i'm not sure which is worse the fighting or the over indulgent making up; where everything is about them and oh wait here i am on the outside.  it's just become too much and it needs to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's having a baby in november and i'll visit for the weekend then, but after that ... the ball is in her court.  i won't be back for quite awhile.  i feel that we're growing apart and i'm not sure there's much that can be done about it right now.  she needs to be here for her family but i don't.  if when i came here we chatted or did something; maybe that wouldn't be so bad but most of my time is spent with either her husband or her son (or both) and the rest of the time is spent with the whole family.  it's not fun anymore.  okay it never really was but i love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying the frienship is ending because it's not - i'm saying it's changing.  these are all her changes but somehow i'm suppose to make up for them.  perhaps that's what a bestfriend is for but 5 years later - i'm about done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“True friendship is when two friends can walk in opposite directions, yet remain side by side.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added the above quote .. because it is exactly how i feel right now.  we are walking in very opposite directions but still i will not leave her nor will she leave me.  i need to live my life for me.  she knows something is changing as well, she has become jealous and somewhat concerned that i'm done with her.  however, instead of enjoying the time we could have spent together; she was doing everything other then that.  whatever game we were playing is not a game either of us are going to win.  i'm sad and it feels like even when we're in the same room we are miles apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116088478547701559?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116088478547701559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116088478547701559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116088478547701559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116088478547701559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-marches-on.html' title='time marches on'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116074405489934516</id><published>2006-10-13T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:56:01.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greet the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...very well put, it's really too bad we don't enjoy what we have when we have it!  always too busy trying to figure out what else we could have, why we don't have it and how we can go about getting it!  what a complete waste of time.  if you do nothing - always enjoy the people you are surrounded by; there will come a time they will not be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my niece explained to me that her biggest worry is that she is fat.  okay so she's turning 13 and is nowhere near even chubby.  why is that the biggest concern of a girl her age?  i guess that's what comes of living in a world of excess.  we have no basic needs to concern ourselves with any more.  no fields to sow.  we are living in a world of too much: too much time, too much food, too much money, too much things ... we are losing track at a rapid rate of what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do anything today - take stock of what/who you really couldn't live without and act accordingly.   admittedly, this is hard to remember every minute of every day but i try to remember this whenever i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116074405489934516?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116074405489934516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116074405489934516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116074405489934516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116074405489934516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/greet-day.html' title='greet the day'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-116000881905789847</id><published>2006-10-04T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:30:06.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as the wagon arrives</title><content type='html'>so here i am 33 and still the monsters hold me tight.  just when i think i've broken free enough to move on.  they sit in waiting for just one weakness, one small window to be cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i weren't 33 i could still blame them - i can't.  it's all on me now and i'm just not strong enough sometimes.  all it takes a marginal images of doubt and my self-esteem already slipping; slips, falls and makes a fool of itself.  so needy.  never enough love to combat the violence i inflict upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know better - i do.  i've said all the things to young girls.  expecting them to believe something i cannot!  it's hard to know how to build a self when that self was rendered damaged so long before it ever had a chance to develop.  who would i have been?  i don't care.  it made me who i am today and so much of that is good.  it's the yearly lapses that just take hold.  always around the same time and i'm also caught unaware.  how is that possible?  every year i think - no, i think i'm good to go - no sign of pain and torment and then they arrive in their wagon of guilt and shame, kicking up dust laced with anger and self-hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never ask for help - my job is to help.  who can i ask?  who wants to listen to all this bullshit?!  i don't anymore.  i just want it all to go away.  i want to wake up tomorrow and not be an adult survivor of childhood sexual abuse.  can't i just have that?  just that!  i don't need to be rich or pretty or fall in love even or have kids or have a house or have much of anything but just that one thing i know i can never have...that's all that i desire.  to wake up, look in the mirror and not see that little girl that was raped, abused and left.   i was like that old dirty rag that well you may as well use one more time - it's already damaged.   that's me damaged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-116000881905789847?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/116000881905789847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=116000881905789847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116000881905789847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/116000881905789847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-wagon-arrives.html' title='as the wagon arrives'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-115996778741364641</id><published>2006-10-04T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:18:49.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on into the abyss</title><content type='html'>the darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;threatens to swallow me whole&lt;br /&gt;to take to hold of my senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the struggle has worn on me&lt;br /&gt;once a fight of brute strength&lt;br /&gt;a mental match of sorts unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anger the king&lt;br /&gt;my pain the queen&lt;br /&gt;my confidence the rook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i teeter and i totter&lt;br /&gt;one mood to the next&lt;br /&gt;on into the abyss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-115996778741364641?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/115996778741364641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=115996778741364641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115996778741364641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115996778741364641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-into-abyss.html' title='on into the abyss'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-115869517342289697</id><published>2006-09-19T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:46:13.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am building myself. There are many roots. I plant, I pick, I prune. I consume."&lt;br /&gt;--Wendy Rose, HOPI/MIWOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sacred thing on this Mother Earth is life. My life on this earth is governed by God's laws, principles and spiritual values. These things are my roots. Let me see Your gifts of growing and becoming a spiritual warrior. Make my strength based on values - spiritual values; on principles and laws, the laws of God that really run the universe. We need to realize the seeds we plant in the spring will be what shows up in our summer season of growth and will be the fruits that we will harvest in our fall season. We really have a lot to do with what shows up in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-115869517342289697?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitebison.org/meditation/index.php' title='Meditation of the Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/115869517342289697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=115869517342289697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115869517342289697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115869517342289697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/09/meditation-of-day.html' title='Meditation of the Day'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-115807813713132753</id><published>2006-09-12T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:22:25.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a report from the wayside</title><content type='html'>i'm not posting...it comes in fits. i seem to have lost my voice for the time being, it's been too long. i need to force myself back out of my head. are my thoughts, history, etc... a quaility public read; naw not really. but this is not about y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing up and back from all that has happened in the last bit of 2005 and all that has transpired in 2006. so much beyond my control. that's what about life, i find hard - my niece is out of control, my sister spiraling into a depression she doesn't seem to realize she is in, nor does she realize she is taking her kids down with her. abusive live-in who's absolute uselessness has got to win him some sort of anti-award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so frustrated with things the way they are? i never have an accurate guage on how to judge how others feel about me. it has always has been a struggle for me to figure that out. i have to rely on what i'm told and what happens when you're never told? why do i care about it at all? i don't fuckin' know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being alone is the best place to be (Edie Brickell) ... i'm at odds with myself; it's much more simple for me to be alone but something in me craves peoples attention and affections, almost like there's never enough of it. but i don't want to seem desperate so i hold it all in and back. no wonder my stomach is a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above bit was all from a time long ago .. however the setiment is the same still. i am a little more at peace BUT the same frustrations exsist. rather then write a whole new post (which i really need to get back to) i'm just going to continue on with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is overwhelming at best and my social life is leaving me feeling very unsocial. romantic life ... after 7 years it's finally alive! the interest is there ... but that's as far as i've gotten thus far. i'm still very tentative but it's a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm on the outside and everyone is having a merry ol' party without me.  the worst part is i know it's all my own doing.  i just don't allow myself to get close to or trust these days ... this is not helpful when dating.  here is where the rebuilding starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-115807813713132753?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/115807813713132753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=115807813713132753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115807813713132753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/115807813713132753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/09/report-from-wayside.html' title='a report from the wayside'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-114766218061940850</id><published>2006-05-14T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:03:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="text1"&gt;If we force our breath to be too long or too short&lt;br /&gt;     we're not balanced, the mind won't be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;     Don't get concerned over how long or short,&lt;br /&gt;     weak or strong it is, just note it.&lt;br /&gt;     Know it's there.&lt;br /&gt;     Simply let it be. &lt;/p&gt;     Vipassana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-114766218061940850?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/114766218061940850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=114766218061940850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114766218061940850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114766218061940850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-meditation.html' title='random meditation'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-114766181129217155</id><published>2006-05-14T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:56:51.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as it lays upon me</title><content type='html'>the virtue of truth unfolds&lt;br /&gt;the river swells with hunger&lt;br /&gt;as the shore envelopes,&lt;br /&gt;caresses then returns it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-114766181129217155?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/114766181129217155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=114766181129217155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114766181129217155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114766181129217155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-it-lays-upon-me.html' title='as it lays upon me'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-114426321692508059</id><published>2006-04-05T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:58:00.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and let be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;taken from the headlines....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tories to hold free vote on same-sex marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Updated Wed. Apr. 5 2006 12:43 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Canadian Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OTTAWA — The federal Conservatives say they will follow through on a campaign promise to hold a free vote in the House of Commons on same-sex marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While the issue was not mentioned in Tuesday's throne speech, Justice Minister Vic Toews says the vote will be held "sooner rather than later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Tory campaign platform says if MPs vote to overturn same-sex marriage, a bill will be introduced to restrict marriage to unions between men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A gay rights lobby group is urging the Tories to drop the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Canadian for Equal Marriage says most Canadians feel the issue should be put to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Already? It seems the Conversatives do not plan to hold office for long. Is this really what we need to be focusing on? We have troops dying in a war we have no business being in, full cultures are being wiped out, children are dying in a horrible violent way, our climate is stuggling for breath. And here stands our government making true on the ONE PROMISE we would like the to leave be. When did government stop being ruled by the people? Did we ever truly get a say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Why do we care so freakin much what people do in their beds? Why is this an issue? Live free as long as you hurt noone. Why do we NEED to define the term marriage? Who really gives a shit?! The times they are a changin, intolerance needs to be illiminated and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Updates will be posted as they happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-114426321692508059?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/114426321692508059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=114426321692508059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114426321692508059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114426321692508059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/04/live-and-let-be.html' title='Live and let be!'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-114416262812194381</id><published>2006-04-04T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:01:00.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 1&lt;/span&gt;: Life is not fair - get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 2&lt;/span&gt;: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The&lt;br /&gt;world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 3&lt;/span&gt;: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high&lt;br /&gt;school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you&lt;br /&gt;earn both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 4&lt;/span&gt;: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 5&lt;/span&gt;: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they&lt;br /&gt;called it opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 6&lt;/span&gt;: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't&lt;br /&gt;whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 7&lt;/span&gt;: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring&lt;br /&gt;as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills,&lt;br /&gt;cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool&lt;br /&gt;you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from&lt;br /&gt;the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the close&lt;br /&gt;in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 8&lt;/span&gt;: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 9&lt;/span&gt;: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. DO that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Rule 10&lt;/span&gt;: Television is NOT real life. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11&lt;/span&gt;: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9279771-114416262812194381?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/114416262812194381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=114416262812194381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114416262812194381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/114416262812194381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/04/bill-gates-speaks.html' title='Bill Gates Speaks'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-113708394796036972</id><published>2006-01-12T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:39:07.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is morality God-given or simply human intuition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textbold"&gt;It's not blasphemous to believe the ability to tell right from wrong is the result of the millions of years our ancestors lived as social mammals, some academics say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;         &lt;span class=""&gt;By Marc Hauser and Peter Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tuesday, Jan 10, 2006,Page 9 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is religion necessary for morality? Many people consider it outrageous, perhaps even blasphemous, to deny the divine origin of morality. Either some divine being crafted our moral sense, or we picked it up from the teachings of organized religion. Either way, we need religion to curb nature's vices. Paraphrasing Katherine Hepburn in the movie &lt;i&gt;The African Queen,&lt;/i&gt; religion allows us to rise above wicked old Mother Nature, handing us a moral compass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Yet problems abound for the view that morality comes from God. One problem is that we cannot, without lapsing into tautology, simultaneously say that God is good, and that he gave us our sense of good and bad. For then we are simply saying that God meets God's standards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; A second problem is that there are no moral principles that are shared by all religious people, regardless of their specific beliefs, but by no agnostics and atheists. Indeed, atheists and agnostics do not behave less morally than religious believers, even if their virtuous acts rest on different principles. Non-believers often have as strong and sound a sense of right and wrong as anyone, and have worked to abolish slavery and contributed to other efforts to alleviate human suffering.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The opposite is also true. Religion has led people to commit a long litany of horrendous crimes, from God's command to Moses to slaughter the Midianites -- men, women, boys, and non-virginal girls -- through the Crusades, the Inquisition, innumerable conflicts between Sunni and Shiite Muslims, and suicide bombers convinced that martyrdom will lead them straight to paradise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The third difficulty for the view that morality is rooted in religion is that some elements of morality seem to be universal, despite sharp doctrinal differences among the world's major religions. In fact, these elements extend even to cultures like China, where religion is less significant than philosophical outlooks like Confucianism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Perhaps a divine creator handed us these universal elements at the moment of creation. But an alternative explanation, consistent with the facts of biology and geology, is that over millions of years we have evolved a moral faculty that generates intuitions about right and wrong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; For the first time, research in the cognitive sciences, building on theoretical arguments emerging from moral philosophy, has made it possible to resolve the ancient dispute about the origin and nature of morality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Consider the following three scenarios. For each, fill in the blank space with "obligatory," "permissible," or "forbidden."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1. A runaway boxcar is about to run over five people walking on the tracks. A railroad worker is standing next to a switch that can turn the boxcar onto a side track, killing one person, but allowing the five to survive. Flipping the switch is ______.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2. You pass by a small child drowning in a shallow pond, and you are the only one around. If you pick up the child, she will survive and your pants will be ruined. Picking up the child is _______.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 3. Five people have just been rushed into a hospital in critical condition, each requiring an organ to survive. There is not enough time to request organs from outside the hospital, but there is a healthy person in the hospital's waiting room. If the surgeon takes this person's organs, he will die, but the five in critical care will survive. Taking the healthy person's organs is _______.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; If you judged case 1 as permissible, case 2 as obligatory, and case 3 as forbidden, then you are like the 1,500 subjects around the world who responded to these dilemmas on a Web-based moral sense test (www.moral.wjh.harvard.edu). If morality is God's word, atheists should judge these cases differently from religious people, and their responses should rely on different types of justification.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; For example, because atheists supposedly lack a moral compass, they should be guided by pure self-interest and walk by the drowning child. But there were no statistically significant differences between subjects with or without religious backgrounds, with approximately 90 percent of subjects saying that it is permissible to flip the switch on the boxcar, 97 percent saying that it is obligatory to rescue the baby, and 97 percent saying that is forbidden to remove the healthy man's organs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; When asked to justify why some cases are permissible and others forbidden, subjects are either clueless or offer explanations that cannot account for the relevant differences. Importantly, those with a religious background are as clueless or incoherent as atheists.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; These studies provide empirical support for the idea that, like other psychological faculties of the mind, including language and mathematics, we are all endowed with a moral faculty that guides our intuitive judgments of right and wrong. These intuitions reflect the outcome of millions of years in which our ancestors have lived as social mammals, and are part of our common inheritance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Our evolved intuitions do not necessarily give us the correct or consistent answers to moral dilemmas. What was good for our ancestors may not be good today. But insights into the changing moral landscape, in which issues like animal rights, abortion, euthanasia and international aid have come to the fore, have not come from religion, but from careful reflection on humanity and what we consider a life well lived.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; In this respect, it is important for us to be aware of the universal set of moral intuitions so that we can reflect on them and, if we choose, act contrary to them. We can do this without blasphemy, because it is our own nature, not God, that is the source of our morality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;i&gt;Marc Hauser is professor of psychology and director of the Primate Cognitive Neuroscience Laboratory at Harvard University. Peter Singer is professor of bioethics at Princeton University.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-113708394796036972?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/editorials/archives/2006/01/10/2003288343' title='Is morality God-given or simply human intuition?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/113708394796036972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=113708394796036972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/113708394796036972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/113708394796036972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-morality-god-given-or-simply-human.html' title='Is morality God-given or simply human intuition?'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9279771.post-113701398546281224</id><published>2006-01-11T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:13:05.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;small style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; According to &lt;a href="http://www.netaid.org/global_poverty/global-poverty/" target="_blank"&gt;NetAid&lt;/a&gt;, over a billion people, or roughly one in six, live in extreme poverty. Extreme poverty is defined as living on less than US$1 a day. &lt;/small&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;small&gt; The &lt;a href="http://web.worldbank.org/WBSITE/EXTERNAL/TOPICS/EXTPOVERTY/0,,menuPK:336998%7EpagePK:149018%7EpiPK:149093%7EtheSitePK:336992,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;World Bank&lt;/a&gt; goes on to define moderate poverty as basic subsistence living, on $1 to $2 a day. All told, nearly half the world's population lives in poverty -- that's 2.8 billion people living on less than two dollars a day. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;small&gt; Some other facts to keep in mind: &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;li&gt; Each year over 8 million people die because they are simply too poor to stay alive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; More than 800 million people go hungry every day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.globalissues.org/TradeRelated/Facts.asp" target="_blank"&gt;gross domestic product&lt;/a&gt; of the poorest 48 nations is less than the wealth of the world's three richest people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Thirty-thousand children die every day due to hunger and treatable illnesses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 6 million children die every year before their fifth birthday, as a result of malnutrition. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;small style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You can find detailed poverty assessments of specific geographical regions on the World Bank's &lt;a href="http://web.worldbank.org/WBSITE/EXTERNAL/TOPICS/EXTPOVERTY/EXTPA/0,,contentMDK:20210352%7EmenuPK:435735%7EpagePK:148956%7EpiPK:216618%7EtheSitePK:430367,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;PovertyNet&lt;/a&gt;. And if you're interested in learning how the World Bank comes up with its poverty statistics, take a look at &lt;a href="http://iresearch.worldbank.org/PovcalNet/jsp/index.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;PovcalNet&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/small&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The goal of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.millenniumcampaign.org/site/pp.asp?c=grKVL2NLE&amp;b=185518" target="_blank"&gt;Millennium Campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is to reduce by half the proportion of people living on less than a dollar a day by 2015. And the aim of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.one.org/WhyOnePercent.html" target="_blank"&gt;One Campaign&lt;/a&gt; is to direct an additional 1 percent of the United States budget towards eradicating global poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;taken from Yahoo Answers...&lt;/small&gt;Wednesday January 11, 2006                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9279771-113701398546281224?l=5ndime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/feeds/113701398546281224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9279771&amp;postID=113701398546281224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/113701398546281224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9279771/posts/default/113701398546281224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5ndime.blogspot.com/2006/01/poverty-stats.html' title='Poverty Stats'/><author><name>mona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/68735185_2b86f1da56_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
