<?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-1383966632654451974</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:16:34.054-07:00</updated><category term='being student'/><title type='text'>oohh_eemm_ggiiee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bb. jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962661116821620567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SehN7SZCo5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Usa_Jdl2Wks/S220/1_222600537m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383966632654451974.post-5039174013003673140</id><published>2009-04-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:49:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's know best :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/Se854TWKRaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/usDU8cDw0pc/s1600-h/diz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/Se854TWKRaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/usDU8cDw0pc/s400/diz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327540523631265186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCuGqIhUaJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCuGqIhUaJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you will never look at a cup&lt;br /&gt;of coffee the same way again after u reading it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a young woman went to her mother and told&lt;br /&gt;her about her life and how things were so&lt;br /&gt;hard for her. she did not know how she was going&lt;br /&gt;to make it and wanted to give up. she was TIRED&lt;br /&gt;of fighting and struggling. it seemedd that as one&lt;br /&gt;problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    her mother took her in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;she filled three pots with water and&lt;br /&gt;placed each on a high fire. soon the pots came&lt;br /&gt;to a boil and the first she placed carrots, and the&lt;br /&gt;second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed&lt;br /&gt;a ground coffee beans. she left these sit and boil,&lt;br /&gt;without saying a word. in about twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;she turned off the burners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    she fished the carrots out and placed them&lt;br /&gt;in a bowl. she pulled the eggs out and placed them&lt;br /&gt;in a bowl. then she ladled the coffee out and placed&lt;br /&gt;it in a bowl turning to her daughter, she asked,&lt;br /&gt;"tell me what do you see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "carrots, eggs, and coffee", she replied.&lt;br /&gt;her mother brought her closer and asked&lt;br /&gt;her to peel the carrots. she did and noted&lt;br /&gt;that they were soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the mother then asked the daugther to&lt;br /&gt;take an egg and break it. after pulling off the shell,&lt;br /&gt;she observed the hardboiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   finally, the mother asked the daughter to&lt;br /&gt;sip the coffee. the daughter smiled as she tasted&lt;br /&gt;its sweet aroma. the daughter smiled as she teased&lt;br /&gt;its sweet aroma. the daughter then asked, "what ,&lt;br /&gt;does it means mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  her mother explained that each of these&lt;br /&gt;objects had faced the same adversity ....&lt;br /&gt;boiling water. each reacted differently. the carrot went&lt;br /&gt;in strong, hard and unrelenting. however, after&lt;br /&gt;being subjected to the boiling water if softened&lt;br /&gt;and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the egg had been FRAGILE. its thin outer shell&lt;br /&gt;had protected its interior but after sitting through&lt;br /&gt;the boiling water its inside became HARDER ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the ground coffee beans were unique,&lt;br /&gt;however. after they were in the boiling water,&lt;br /&gt;they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"which are you?"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she asked her daughter ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "when adversity knocks on your door, how do&lt;br /&gt;you respond?are you carrot,eggs or a coffee beans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  think which iam? am i the CARROT THAT&lt;br /&gt;seems strong, but with PAIN and ADVERSITY DO I&lt;br /&gt;WILT and become soft and lose my STRENGTH? am&lt;br /&gt;i an egg that starts with a malleable heart, but&lt;br /&gt;changes&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the heat?did i have a fluid spirit,&lt;br /&gt;but after a BREAK UP,a financial hardship or some&lt;br /&gt;other TRIAL, have i became HARDENED?does my&lt;br /&gt;shell look the same, but on the inside am i BITTER&lt;br /&gt;and tough with a CYNICAL SPIRIT and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   or am i like COFFEE BEANS? the beans&lt;br /&gt;actually changes the hot water, the&lt;br /&gt;very circumtance that brings the PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;when the water gets hot, it releases the&lt;br /&gt;FRAGRANCE AND FLAVOR. if you are like&lt;br /&gt;the bean, when things are at their&lt;br /&gt;WORST, you get better and change the&lt;br /&gt;SITUATION AROUNDS ME. when the hour is&lt;br /&gt;the DARKEST AND TRIALS ARE THEIR&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST&lt; DO YOUELEVATE YOURSELF TO&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER LEVEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you will never look at a cup&lt;br /&gt;of coffee the same way again after u reading it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383966632654451974-5039174013003673140?l=jazminepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/feeds/5039174013003673140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-u-carrot-egg-or-coffee-bean.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/5039174013003673140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/5039174013003673140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-u-carrot-egg-or-coffee-bean.html' title='mom&apos;s know best :)'/><author><name>bb. jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962661116821620567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SehN7SZCo5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Usa_Jdl2Wks/S220/1_222600537m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/Se854TWKRaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/usDU8cDw0pc/s72-c/diz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383966632654451974.post-4857805444256386218</id><published>2009-04-18T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:38:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mizzing :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SenTsklNTNI/AAAAAAAAABI/sOClRrxZCls/s1600-h/1_708554898m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SenTsklNTNI/AAAAAAAAABI/sOClRrxZCls/s400/1_708554898m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020797029764306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SenTkLPDNjI/AAAAAAAAABA/E9xztr65qxI/s1600-h/1_342872163m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SenTkLPDNjI/AAAAAAAAABA/E9xztr65qxI/s400/1_342872163m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020652786988594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tNfz0vSHjEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tNfz0vSHjEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;i am alive , i still breathe the&lt;br /&gt;poluted air of the freaking world .. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;you know what? i should be dead ,&lt;br /&gt;lifeless and rotting in a solitary grave&lt;br /&gt;without a name. i shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;living ...why? 'coz there's a big graping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hole in my chest, a space of empty void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and NOTHINGNESS existing to eat away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the broken soul within me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i should be numb, not feeling&lt;br /&gt;anger and sorrow, joy or fear, grief or&lt;br /&gt;strife... these feelings do not belong to&lt;br /&gt;'me. to experience them means i am&lt;br /&gt;able to live life the way i want. to feel&lt;br /&gt;them i should be traveling around the&lt;br /&gt;world seeing many places. to realize&lt;br /&gt;them i should be holding somebody's&lt;br /&gt;hand and kissing his lips, looking at him&lt;br /&gt;in the eye, see myself reflected back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but i don't ... 'coz im ALONE, im sick and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;im ordinary for not having a single penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;under mt name ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;yet, in other ways than that i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;RICH ! why? 'coz i was able to create my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OWN WORLD, a place where i am GODDESS and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i play guitar. i can soar above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;like an EAGLE. i can plunge into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OCEAN and swim with the fishes in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;deepest sea. i can shout and sound as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;THUNDER or snap my fingers to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LIGHTNING. i can CRY all day and make&lt;br /&gt;the rain come down. i can LAUGH &amp;amp; SMILE&lt;br /&gt;all i want while the sun BLAZES under&lt;br /&gt;my command. i can do just about&lt;br /&gt;anything but i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;ask anyone to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;created my own world become a GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;while everyone else lived in the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;old woerld and shared their lives with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;each other . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;it is SELFISHNESS that is so plain to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;see, i'm ALONE in my OWN WORLD and nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;lives in it with me. i then realize i cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;be GODDESS .. for i am HUMAN. i can create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;WORLDS &amp;amp; UNIVERSES but i can't create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;someone like me. i have been FOOLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;to think that my world will be everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;else's world ...perhaps i'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;in a small world, sharing my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;everyone else ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;now iam alive, i still breathe the&lt;br /&gt;polluted air of the FREAKIN' WORLD ... but&lt;br /&gt;you know what? there's no gaping&lt;br /&gt;hole in my chest, no space of void and&lt;br /&gt;nothingness, i can only hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;now, a BEATING a word that repeats over&lt;br /&gt;and over again throughout my LIFETIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2Dmry4LSos"&gt;L___O___V___E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383966632654451974-4857805444256386218?l=jazminepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/feeds/4857805444256386218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/mizzing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/4857805444256386218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/4857805444256386218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/mizzing.html' title='mizzing :('/><author><name>bb. jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962661116821620567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SehN7SZCo5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Usa_Jdl2Wks/S220/1_222600537m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SenTsklNTNI/AAAAAAAAABI/sOClRrxZCls/s72-c/1_708554898m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383966632654451974.post-7006729621118367324</id><published>2009-04-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:20:36.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of reasoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SeieK3K2jjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UpuxQvCCmDg/s1600-h/1_401182904m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SeieK3K2jjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UpuxQvCCmDg/s400/1_401182904m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680468810960434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"bakit kmi, at hindi ang mga magnanakaw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tanong ng mga nag bebenta ng aliw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"bakit kmi, at hindi ang mga higanteng magnanakaw sa gobyerno?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tanong ng mga maliliit na magnanakaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"bakit kami-----mga opisyal kami ng gobyerno?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tanong ng mga malinis na politiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sa kaduluhuluhan, walang pumapayag na maging&lt;br /&gt;"SILA". tutal pare-pareho naman tayo...&lt;br /&gt;basta't walang PAKIALAMANAN, walang&lt;br /&gt;kailangang maging "KAMI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;bakit baligtad magbasa ng LIBRO ang mga pinoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;why take blame for mistakes you can get away with&lt;br /&gt;UNSCATHED? we are suprisingly been trained to reason out&lt;br /&gt;from mundane to life changing MISTAKES. the same gift of&lt;br /&gt;capability to retionalize had saved thousand of CRIMINALS . . .&lt;br /&gt;TOLERATING ERRORS because WRONG DOERS have the ABILITY TO&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIFY their acts had blown things out of proportion. KARMA,&lt;br /&gt;FENG SHUI, and even ASTROLOGY provided enough REASONS for&lt;br /&gt;the SOCIETY to get away even  from a BLOODY MURDER.  so&lt;br /&gt;WHEN &amp;amp; WHY ART OF REASONING HAD BEEN BORN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is inhabited with people who believe that&lt;br /&gt;twisting facts to turn things on their side is a STROKE OF GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;there are people born who has the cunning ability to get&lt;br /&gt;away with almost everything. taking responsibilities for the&lt;br /&gt;consequences of ones doing had proven to be hard, that is&lt;br /&gt;said to be the reason behind the birth of the craft who&lt;br /&gt;continued to envolve together with the HUMANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was ENCOURAGED to use reason. it had been&lt;br /&gt;recommended to have courage and use ones INTELLIGENCE.&lt;br /&gt;however, the result was DEVASTATING. minds began to grow&lt;br /&gt;considerably in size among primates and ideas had developed&lt;br /&gt;into something SELF DESTRUCTING. people are using the gift in&lt;br /&gt;an unprincipled manner. some even have spirit to turn&lt;br /&gt;the tables and state, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you dont agree with my reason,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have reason",&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; and reason suddenly became as&lt;br /&gt;selective as knowledge was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONING IS A CRAFT; it requires great skills to make it&lt;br /&gt;appear anything but a FLIMSY EXCUSE. some have met the&lt;br /&gt;qualifications, even exceed standards, that no one SUSPECTS that&lt;br /&gt;they are only VALIDATING their DEEDS. however, it's an&lt;br /&gt;skilled at careful reasoning. what is especially problematic,&lt;br /&gt;though, is the fact when one is UNSKILLEd to give&lt;br /&gt;a careful REASONING, they also necessarily&lt;br /&gt;lack the skills needed to realize that they are unskilled at&lt;br /&gt;careful reasoning. thus, as a resukt, they typically think that they are&lt;br /&gt;quite good at the task - even to the point of&lt;br /&gt;CRITICIZING the skills of those who&lt;br /&gt;actually do know what they are doing . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"y doed other human olwies implied that they&lt;br /&gt;were intelligent than others?they behold&lt;br /&gt;thy strength and down other&lt;br /&gt;weakness? saying they were good&lt;br /&gt;enough and knows every but the mere&lt;br /&gt;fact, its only pRIDE , they show&lt;br /&gt;of being above of everything'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a FRIGHTEN thoughts is that the generation today&lt;br /&gt;had crossed the thin line between REASONING &amp;amp; EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;the PRACTICE believed to be FOLLOWED by many great&lt;br /&gt;minds had been REDUCED now to an act of&lt;br /&gt;INCOMPETENCE. the age old agrument wheter&lt;br /&gt;REASONING HOLDS GLORY or not,&lt;br /&gt;has yet end , however a bad reasoning, in&lt;br /&gt;NO DOUBT, passes merely as an excuse. certainly&lt;br /&gt;that is the lowest point you don't want&lt;br /&gt;to reach for excuses are like assholes.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has one and they all STINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383966632654451974-7006729621118367324?l=jazminepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/feeds/7006729621118367324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-reasoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/7006729621118367324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/7006729621118367324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-reasoning.html' title='the art of reasoning'/><author><name>bb. jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962661116821620567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SehN7SZCo5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Usa_Jdl2Wks/S220/1_222600537m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SeieK3K2jjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UpuxQvCCmDg/s72-c/1_401182904m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383966632654451974.post-7631995145640248879</id><published>2009-04-17T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:27:44.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being student'/><title type='text'>realizing success in the material expecting world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are living in a world where success is&lt;br /&gt;predetermined by social expectations. even before we come&lt;br /&gt;out of our mothers wombs, getting an education and then&lt;br /&gt;having a lucrative job in the future is the standard goal that&lt;br /&gt;human cultures expects for us to attain. while we needs, wants,&lt;br /&gt;and other things are being mixed_up that we fail to recognize&lt;br /&gt;one thing from the other, we are then obliged to go with&lt;br /&gt;the flow and focus on the material aspect of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kid who should have been a talendted painter or a good&lt;br /&gt;public school teacher would most likely prefer to have a&lt;br /&gt;career he/she is not so good at if it would take him overseas.&lt;br /&gt;this implies that in the real world, success is measured by&lt;br /&gt;how much we gain materially in this life,not how much&lt;br /&gt;we gain of ourselves. success would be far from your&lt;br /&gt;reach unless you take the shape of the mold, ang get there&lt;br /&gt;first base, is to have education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we really go to college to exercise our mental&lt;br /&gt;capabilities? to learn how to preserve? partly, but in a&lt;br /&gt;world ran by MONEY, the main reason is for us to have a&lt;br /&gt;DEGREE &amp;amp; GET A JOB IN THE FUTURE not only to meet our NEEDS&lt;br /&gt; AND WANTS, but also TO FULFILL THE PURPOSE SET US BY THE SOCIETY.&lt;br /&gt;these overlapping factors,if not serving as challenging&lt;br /&gt;stimuli the youth, could only add up to the PRESSURES at their VULNERABLE AGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment the toddler starts to speak, the childs&lt;br /&gt;mind would be fed with ABC'S. anf then, he/she would be&lt;br /&gt;sent to school and study for GOD-KNOWS-HOW-LONG years.&lt;br /&gt;years spent, preparing to make money as soon as and as much&lt;br /&gt;as possible. STUDY &amp;amp; WORK. that two are STAGES OF&lt;br /&gt;A HUMAN LIFE-CYCLE in a material world. it seems like we are&lt;br /&gt;BORN TO BE MONEY-MAKING MACHINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school, the students get to choose what they want&lt;br /&gt;themselves to be, its either of the two, they can nourish&lt;br /&gt;their minds with things that could back them up in the future&lt;br /&gt;or be dropped-out losers who could lay down on their&lt;br /&gt;couches all their lives. such a neat arrangement. but&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, the supposedly impartial criteria of education&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes handled by unqualified ang unjust people who&lt;br /&gt;meet pressured students who would do anything to get&lt;br /&gt;passing grades BY HOOK OR BY CROOK. many times, the&lt;br /&gt;material concept of success have only summoned greed and&lt;br /&gt;dishonesty in some people. we become so preoccupied to&lt;br /&gt;reach the "TOP" that we tend to leave our characters lying&lt;br /&gt;on the ground. wheres success in being a LICENSED PROFESSIONAL&lt;br /&gt;when you only became one because you have&lt;br /&gt;CHEATED the qualifying BOARD EXAMS?&lt;br /&gt;when you credibility sucks because&lt;br /&gt;you failed to know the other things that&lt;br /&gt;could educate aside from passing algebra and history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;material success and social expectations could pressure us to go with the flow, and through all these, we get confused that we sometimes&lt;br /&gt;follow the trend of doing filthy things for our&lt;br /&gt;own material gain. we lose people who "MADE IT BIG"&lt;br /&gt;having graduated and making a lot of MONEY,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of how they have ATTAINED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst this dilemma, we should deal with&lt;br /&gt;anything that pressures us with more open&lt;br /&gt;minds. use these thing strengthen our characters&lt;br /&gt;by brushng  aside the wordly matters&lt;br /&gt;that they wave under our noses.&lt;br /&gt;learn many things as much as possible and finish anything&lt;br /&gt;out of our own PERSEVERANCE. make a lot&lt;br /&gt;of money, sure. but we must&lt;br /&gt;always , bear in our minds that having&lt;br /&gt;more than what we actually need is&lt;br /&gt;tagged with responsibility to look after&lt;br /&gt;those who are in need. that&lt;br /&gt;would make us grow. that is SUCCESS. other people's&lt;br /&gt;definition of it should not determine who&lt;br /&gt;we are who must define and ACHIEVE our own&lt;br /&gt;SWEET SUCCESS. not FOOL'S GOLD&lt;br /&gt;but THE REAL THING :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383966632654451974-7631995145640248879?l=jazminepark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/feeds/7631995145640248879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/realizing-success-in-material-expecting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/7631995145640248879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1383966632654451974/posts/default/7631995145640248879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazminepark.blogspot.com/2009/04/realizing-success-in-material-expecting.html' title='realizing success in the material expecting world'/><author><name>bb. jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962661116821620567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QCRDNLHLetw/SehN7SZCo5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Usa_Jdl2Wks/S220/1_222600537m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
