<?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-2916402006163617156</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:38:22.958-08:00</updated><category term='Soon'/><category term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Little Big Universe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916402006163617156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MFlux</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916402006163617156.post-7289955418745910492</id><published>2008-09-18T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:02:40.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soon'/><title type='text'>Love is Rocket Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Disclaimer: All of this are my thoughts, feel free to tag if you disagree or agree, do not hate me for that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A friend asked what does that mean- thinking it was that love was all experimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, it isn't but then again, perhaps it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is love? Is love simple or complex? What do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i need to love another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This are probably some frequently thought or asked question from a friend to another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or even to yourself. Well, truth be told, if i can tell you what love really really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; really is then i must be the smartest man on earth. But let's break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What is Love?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes a person says- she is all that i think about, before i sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when i close my eyes and etc. But is this Love? Love could be confused with Lust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; companionship and perhaps others. Probably Lust comes into play, when a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; likes/"love" another girl for certain physical features she has. Be it pretty, cute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sexy and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is true indeed that sometimes it is through this physical attributes that a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is noticed- first impression always places a part. So in the same situation, the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; falls for the girl because of her physical appearance and then got to know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; better. He then realised that she is a funny and interesting person, for example, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he really enjoys her company. That people, could be what you call Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wait!!!! How about companionship? In the previous illustration, the guy could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; missing a company of someone, a someone that was knows him, a someone that when he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; vexed- could thinking about and finally a someone that is always there for him. That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; very need to have someone there for whenever the going gets tough, is somewhat a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; of companionship. And so i am thinking... Isn't all that part of love? Maybe. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; not. Maybe love is really that complex, for a mere mortal to understand. Or is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just me? I don't believe it is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Simpler the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Could it be that because we think that love is complex and thus it is? Could it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; always have been simple? Doesn't the statement "the simpler the better" prove this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; point already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love at first sight is a simple form of love, although that are alot of people who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; does not believe in it. I say, its hasty and its nature at its work. Then comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; chemistry, the sparks that fly when you find yourself really able to click with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; another person and really enjoy your time with that other person. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Someone once said that love is the most powerful weapon of nature. With love, you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; change tides and things. That be true, most of us will protect those we love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love is weird.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A married woman, abused by her spouse, refuse to leave him. Even though, her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; told her to and her bruises are getting seriously bad. Why? What is wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Such women has been questioned before and they say that they still love him and they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; believe someday, he will change when he realise what she's been going through and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will love her like no other. Some call this true love, others- stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man will hurt those who try to hurt his love ones, even if it means killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That man will be prosecuted and shun by the society. To him- it was worth it, even if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its his life which is taken. His, only, regret is that he will not be able to further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I just wanted to let you know, i did that - not because i do not love you. But its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because i do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A person would do that to one he love. Because he knows that she would be happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that way or that he would not longer pull her down or to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love is just not what it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How often in love, 1 + 1 = 2 ? Sometimes 1 + 1 = 100 or sometimes 1 + 1 = - 100. When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no is yes and yes is no. And no is no and yes is yes. "So.... what you are saying is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that you do like me? No? But thats what i thought you meant. So i am only your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; friend? Why do you treat me that way then?" Maybe love can be put into an impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love = Variables of myself, her, our friends, our family and every&lt;br /&gt;other thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Variables are probably the main reason for such pain. You love me, but you have your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; education to worry about. You love me but your mother really hates me. You love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but your friends think that i am a big fat loser. Or maybe I love you but i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; insecure from my previous relationships and i do not think i am ready to trust and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; love so soon YET. "I do love you... but i just met this other girl... and i feel a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; certain way about her too...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ..... cont...... tag for sub topics (of this topic) to talk about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916402006163617156-7289955418745910492?l=lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7289955418745910492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916402006163617156&amp;postID=7289955418745910492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916402006163617156/posts/default/7289955418745910492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916402006163617156/posts/default/7289955418745910492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-rocket-science.html' title='Love is Rocket Science'/><author><name>MFlux</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916402006163617156.post-5336309334677268770</id><published>2008-09-16T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:01:47.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Why even write a blog ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, i intend to make sure that this blog is different from the usual ones. I shall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; not talk much about myself- i may, however, relate to certain scenarios regarding the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Birth of a new blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This day, shall be dedicated to the topic of why even start a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is so awesome about a blog anyways? From what i heard, people start blog to let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; their friends know how they are feeling at that point of time or to talk about their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; daily/fortnightly happenings and incidents or both and perhaps more reasons that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the past, i would never start a blog because i felt the previously stated reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; were a dumb reason to start one (no offense to bloggers). Sure sure...i say this and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yet i start a blog. And so, ill ensure that i'll make this blog different from most-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; as mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Show and Tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back to topic. People blog to let their friends know how they feel at that point of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; time because something crappy happened to them but they do not wish to repeat all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; over again or even talk about it. Cool, so even if it's your best friend, you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; say, "read my blog, i wrote it all there" or "huh? It's really tiring to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; repeating, just read my blog". Surely, you can tell who really cares and who's just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; asking for the fun of it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Say you were talking to a friend and you sighed or put a sad smiley. That friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; normal friend, goes what happened? You tell that person the story. Okay. Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; another person does it, and it goes on. So 2 hours later, after told 5 person your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; story- your best friend who just online and asked you, "How's your day?". You said it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sucks. He ask for the story. But you replied that it was really a bad day for you. He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; replies, "Hey, come on, you know you can tell me what happened right?". You go, "read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Personally, this happened to me before. I do not know about most of you. But i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pissed and told my friend, forget it. I am not going to read your blog. [Friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the one that get mad at you for doing something un-FRIEND-ly. Even more so worst, if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they were best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Positive Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, on the flip side, you have a friend who went overseas or maybe you did. And you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; would like to give your friend(s) the 411 about you. And that person or yourself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; won't be able to contact the other party due to strange hours or education or many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; reasons. I'll say yeah, that is probably a better reason for a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Back Side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am also sure, that there are other blogs like mine. I'll say this is an interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thing to do. Talking about topics- People wonder. Men wonder. Women wonder. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wonder. Cats wonder. I wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you will like to raise certain topics or add to this post- as a discussion; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; may do so on my massive tagboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916402006163617156-5336309334677268770?l=lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5336309334677268770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2916402006163617156&amp;postID=5336309334677268770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916402006163617156/posts/default/5336309334677268770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916402006163617156/posts/default/5336309334677268770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilbiguniverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-even-write-blog.html' title='Why even write a blog ?'/><author><name>MFlux</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
