<?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-37243497</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:09:08.265+08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='literature'/><category term='doctor horrible'/><category term='essay'/><category term='the guild'/><category term='myself'/><category term='update'/><category term='imperfectedmind'/><title type='text'>Mutters of a Stranger's Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Mutters like whispers are indistinguishable unless you hear it right. So, as there are many truths in this world existing within ourselves and out, one can never be too sure to know the exact meaning of an object. One cannot even know the truth of his/her mind nor mine. So, I speak to you as a stranger. A stranger to everyone including myself but a stranger that isn't a stranger to another. Do you understand? No? Well, it doesn't matter till you hear what I mutter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-5004653647035979643</id><published>2009-09-30T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:24:42.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the guild'/><title type='text'>The Guild &amp; Dr. Horrible Sing Along Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend introduced me to these video fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Horrible Sing Along Blog&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 Acts with 2 parts in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;View Act 1, Part 1 at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apEZpYnN_1g&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; or check the uploader's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KarikiNeroli"&gt;channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was written by writer/director Joss Whedon, writer Zack Whedon, composer Jed Whedon and actress Maurissa Tancharoen. Check the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Horrible%27s_Sing-Along_Blog"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The music is fun and catchy. On the whole, it will give you the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;It stars Neil Patrick Harris as Dr. Horrible. You'll know him as the face of Barney Stinson of "How I Met Your Mother" or Doogie Howser, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see Felicia Day as Penny. She's Codex of the web series "The Guild."&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's Nathan Fillion as Captain Hammer, the arch-nemesis of Dr. Horrible. Nathan Fillion is Caleb in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the voice of Steve Trevor in the upcoming Wonder Woman movie.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you'll see Simon Helberg as Moist. He is Howard Wolowitz in Big Bang Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guild (So far, it has 3 seasons)&lt;br /&gt;A web series that you can watch, for free, in the &lt;a href="http://www.watchtheguild.com/"&gt;net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MMORPG players out there, this you can relate to. On the non-gamers, you'll also get a laugh out of it. I'm sure you have friends who play MMORPG or, at least, net games. I just started watching it so I don't know how to make much of an introduction, so, check the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Guild"&gt;wiki&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/37243497-5004653647035979643?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5004653647035979643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=5004653647035979643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/5004653647035979643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/5004653647035979643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/guild-dr-horrible-sing-along-blog.html' title='The Guild &amp; Dr. Horrible Sing Along Blog'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-7228518766004761665</id><published>2009-09-14T05:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:55:11.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good day, fellow bloggers and bloghoppers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read this first before you hop to another blog or to another site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a friend who is in TnT (Team in Training). He, among other people, is raising funds to help stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leukemia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lymphoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lymphoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hodgkin's_lymphoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hodgkin lymphoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiple_myeloma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;myeloma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; from taking more lives. I linked those sicknesses/diseases to wikipedia (so you get to know faster what those are).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please stop by his website to carry him further to his cause and I hope you share this with other individuals, friends and our fellow bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His website is (either one will direct you to the same website): Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/txg/tucson09/dbaula"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baula.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't just click the link as if something has been done with just a click. Please give 2 or 3 minutes of your 1440 minutes (this is the equivalent of 24 hours) to just read his cause. Maybe, your conscience or your humanity would be moved to such a cause. Maybe, it is fate. Maybe, the person at your back or the one beside you will be moved to do the cause you might give up. Thank you for your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-7228518766004761665?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7228518766004761665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=7228518766004761665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/7228518766004761665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/7228518766004761665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-friend.html' title='Help a Friend'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-1045134858172338054</id><published>2008-09-04T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:16:06.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add some sponsored ads more often now... but don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I posted a gadget to the right, the Blog-Navi, ads won't have an "imperfectedmind" tag. They will not have the "imperfectedmind" tag. Also, I did lessen my tags and kinda made it neater in a way. One way or the other way, it is still creativity. i hope you'd read it too if you want to see creativity at work but i also hope you wouldn't read it too. hehe (neutral mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy my poems. If you are interested in VB6 programs, I'll upload my collection. It is a time killing hobby of mine plus it's fun. One gets to create something that would make life easier or simpler. I'm still searching for a good storage site for it and, by the way, it would in .exe (executable file). If you are paranoid with viruses, spywares and adwares... I'm 10x more paranoid than you, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just update you all on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blog-Navi = imperfectedmind (ad-free), imperfected (all-ad)&lt;br /&gt;2. Incoming Vb6 programs&lt;br /&gt;3. Tags are neater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-1045134858172338054?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1045134858172338054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=1045134858172338054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/1045134858172338054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/1045134858172338054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-4516792091861413265</id><published>2008-09-02T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:42:47.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem - Weaver's Art</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being very (100x) late... I was just caught up in reality with studies, recreation, love and such. Here is a poem which I made on July 27, 2008. I was trying to make a sonnet and I have realized making it proved to be very, very difficult. So, I converted my initial sonnet into a poem instead. I hope you enjoy this; the title is: "Weaver's Art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as spiders weave webs, she sews the view&lt;br /&gt;leaf by leaf, she sought such beaut to be true&lt;br /&gt;the artful eyes deemed seedless upon her&lt;br /&gt;as if fall descends time, her leaves wither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wood frames such piece into sorrow&lt;br /&gt;though light falls through its dull bow&lt;br /&gt;- an apprentice's masterpiece turns to nil&lt;br /&gt;from just a battle of grandmasters will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as her art branches, try as her hands make,&lt;br /&gt;it stills as thorns and becomes wooden stakes&lt;br /&gt;piercing its beholder's dreams of being epic&lt;br /&gt;as if dreams are flesh and bleeds death quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes hopeful yet her hands are empty&lt;br /&gt;grasping such a trophy she can only see&lt;br /&gt;slowly, her eyes close up into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;and the shadow of her art fades into dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-4516792091861413265?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4516792091861413265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=4516792091861413265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4516792091861413265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4516792091861413265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-weavers-art.html' title='Poem - Weaver&apos;s Art'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-9008332848934540345</id><published>2008-03-03T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:42:23.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem - Her Flower, My Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is an impersonal poem but good (for me). And sorry if there are any misspelled words, I did this for around 15 minutes just to get a post into my blog. I’ll edit it before the next update. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Flower, My Drug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held it close to her heart&lt;br /&gt;As she dove down the cool waters&lt;br /&gt;Towards Gaia from an endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinnacle where gods get cluttered&lt;br /&gt;Like madmen and dim-witted hooligans&lt;br /&gt;And where men’s eyes fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to my knees, I crawl for it&lt;br /&gt;My body hungers for my drug,&lt;br /&gt;The only drug heaven can give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are all over my eyes yet&lt;br /&gt;I can only go for the flower held&lt;br /&gt;By the angel swimming across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, oh Earth, let me swim&lt;br /&gt;To your beloved Sky and let me&lt;br /&gt;Touch her cradle, her embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me suck her flower’s honey&lt;br /&gt;As vampires would do for blood&lt;br /&gt;Let me breathe the air flowers grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Sky, be my crevice to hide in&lt;br /&gt;And show me the Eden of your flower&lt;br /&gt;Let me exist in our ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-9008332848934540345?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9008332848934540345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=9008332848934540345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/9008332848934540345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/9008332848934540345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-her-flower-my-drug.html' title='Poem - Her Flower, My Drug'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-4757898426725480100</id><published>2008-02-08T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:42:00.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Sharing - Some of my favorite songs # 1</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the songs I listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First from VLES (You can see the songs at my account, click &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://vles.com/user/12896"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sonic  -  Modrocket&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wet and Rusting  -  Menomena&lt;br /&gt;3.  Distantly  -  The Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second are opening and ending themes of Animes: (You can download the songs at this &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gendou.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Bleach&lt;br /&gt;1.  Kansha  -  RSP&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rolling Star  -  Yui&lt;br /&gt;3.  Alones  -  Aqua Timez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;1.  Walk On  -  Fujishige Masataka&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wonderful Days  -  Pulltab to Kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Ghost in the Shell&lt;br /&gt;1.  Inner Universe  -  Origa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Gundam Zero (00)&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wana  -  The Back Horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu&lt;br /&gt;1.  God Knows  -  Aya Hirano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: True Tears&lt;br /&gt;1.  Reflectia  -  Eufonius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Please download at your own risk. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-4757898426725480100?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4757898426725480100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=4757898426725480100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4757898426725480100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4757898426725480100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/sharing-some-of-my-favorite-songs-1.html' title='Sharing - Some of my favorite songs # 1'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-6787607739353418497</id><published>2008-02-08T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:41:27.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem - Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a poem I, still, made in high school. I was fed up with too much love at that time. This is my expression for what I've felt that perceived experience. The title is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meaning of Life&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is all about death and pain&lt;br /&gt;And sweet love comes as the desert rain&lt;br /&gt;Life is predefined in the past and in our youth&lt;br /&gt;But, what it really is, is hidden from the truth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is the beginning and end is its death&lt;br /&gt;From a child’s eternity, it has been set&lt;br /&gt;Doom it will bring, for everyone, to all&lt;br /&gt;As time moves on, civilizations will fall&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is a pain to each entity&lt;br /&gt;From a baby’s birth to eternity&lt;br /&gt;Its pain grasping the heart&lt;br /&gt;Our mind, can’t take it, splits apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is also the giver of that sweet dew called love&lt;br /&gt;Since man was born, he desires it; it he must have&lt;br /&gt;The love given by God, parents and every friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is love, there is pain, sometimes it really does end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is what I told you – death, love, pain&lt;br /&gt;Through time and ages come, will you still be sane?&lt;br /&gt;Life is the rise and fall of a wave’s beat&lt;br /&gt;Life has meaning to all who see it, to those it shall meet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-6787607739353418497?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6787607739353418497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=6787607739353418497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6787607739353418497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6787607739353418497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/poem-meaning-of-life.html' title='Poem - Meaning of Life'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8030677333952438101</id><published>2008-01-30T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:41:05.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem - Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is another one of my poems from high school.  I have wrote many poems about life and death in a good or bad outlook. This one is in a dark way. This is entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lurks in the deep dark&lt;br /&gt;Even in this world of light&lt;br /&gt;It may leave a terrifying mark&lt;br /&gt;That shatters your hearty sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT has evolved through generations&lt;br /&gt;From an ignorant baby to a slaughterer&lt;br /&gt;All over it has its dominations&lt;br /&gt;As the greatest life reaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monster yet a guide&lt;br /&gt;To your sweet Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Or someone who takes your side&lt;br /&gt;To the fire-infested &lt;em&gt;Hellena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its smile will give you a fearful frown&lt;br /&gt;Its voice will give you a cold chill&lt;br /&gt;Its gaze will make you look down&lt;br /&gt;Yet to others, a terrible thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fearful of its eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still, empty and shattering red&lt;br /&gt;Screaming of its victim’s cries&lt;br /&gt;Till you are dead, dead, dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be powerless of its voice&lt;br /&gt;Full of beauty and cold evil&lt;br /&gt;Mysteriously and silently a noise&lt;br /&gt;Till you’re soul is gone and shriveled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be depressed of its smile&lt;br /&gt;Sharp, slimy and blue&lt;br /&gt;Making you so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Till you’re not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Death is in the midst&lt;br /&gt;Be careful and be patient&lt;br /&gt;It might be man or beast&lt;br /&gt;You might be its next client&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to fear nothing&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’ll be one of us&lt;br /&gt;It’ll give you a slashing&lt;br /&gt;You’ll die and become dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are next!&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll surely cry&lt;br /&gt;Your body will be totally flexed&lt;br /&gt;And then you’ll die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8030677333952438101?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8030677333952438101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8030677333952438101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8030677333952438101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8030677333952438101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/poem-death.html' title='Poem - Death'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8807657037720660752</id><published>2008-01-20T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:40:42.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Enlightenment - An Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only one of all my essays that I have kept in my entire life. It dates from July 2003. This is an essay I wrote to pass my English at my previous college, and I wrote with great effort – six pages every revision without using a computer. It was hell but the produce was and still is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is “Spiritual Enlightenment.” I hope you read it despite the length (1,515 words) because it is really astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Have you ever sought enlightenment to feel that forgotten glorious experience in your soul? Of course, you have. But how did you know about enlightenment? Why search for it if you have never experience it? You see, enlightenment did not just pop out from nowhere. It had a history of development. In ancient times, we discovered and worshipped gods and goddesses. We carried our beliefs until one belief took over another one. Let us fast forward to the time when Romans ruled the lands. With their pope, they colonized and converted the barbarians and the outcasts to their religion. They said that we have to do this and that, pray like this, not like that, and the like. They manipulated our beliefs and thoughts. But when a major event – the Vatican Council II (the 21st general/ecumenical council of the Roman Catholic Church which took place between October 11, 1962 and December 8, 1965) – occurred, our beliefs and thoughts were free. We started shouting our questions to the world. Our conscience and way of thinking slowly changed. We sought ways and sources to attain these answers for our questions. Our focus of thoughts changed. From spirituality to science and/or vice versa, we searched for those answers. Then, we started to improve science and choose a spirituality to lean on. Yet it does not stop there. As you breathe now, everything changes even if you are not aware of it. Maybe at this moment, you have questions in mind or, somewhere in the distant future, you will find something to seek. From the birth of this planet or of this universe, we have only stayed here for just a short time. We are like animals, always hungry, but hungry for knowledge. Yet, as obvious as it is, our changes have never stopped and our need continues to grow. That is why enlightenment, especially spiritual enlightenment, is sought to satiate our hunger for the answers we seek. Spiritual enlightenment is more important for me because mental enlightenment can be accomplished through the sciences. While spiritual enlightenment can be achieved through personal reflections, strategic planning, and extensive social support. These are like the parts of a living plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Reflection is important because it is the root of interest and planning is the stem. To uphold all of this, social support, like oxygen and water, must be present. Thus, enlightenment is the flower, the fruit of patience and hardship. How can I ever be influenced by the fragrance of the flower if there is no flower? But, as I was a loner, I had so much time to reflect on my life and my questions of it. So, I reflected on my personality and on my attitude. I wonder what should be changed and not be changed. So, that my life would be easier on me and how I prayed for it. Yet reality detaches me from these dreams – these reflections. Then I really experienced life as it is – full of successes and failures. My experiences of God and my religion gave me desire to attain spiritual enlightenment because I needed specific answers. I wanted to understand God. Possibilities are limitless but to name a few, I can be a priest and I can let my life serve the Lord till I can grasp what he likes me to do. I can research for these answers in bibles, works and other forms. Or I can just quit and see my answers at the gates of Heaven by waiting for my life to expire or I will shorten my life. But what this enlightenment will do to me is unknown. I think it will ease my mind and caress my heart to a higher place. It will lead me to someplace where I am superior to the unenlightened. All of these gave me the interest to pursue spiritual enlightenment. I feel a need for it. It is like my last meal before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you have the reason to attain enlightenment, then you must know how. Strategic planning is the first step in attaining spiritual enlightenment. So, we can arrange our thoughts and unite them to one. We are mortals and we are limited in some factors. One of them is time. Time limits our life. Time was created by early man to schedule his daily life. For us, enlightenment seekers, we need it to schedule our progress and with another factor, maturity, we know our level of thinking. This tells us that our views might be difficult to achieve while some persons need just to pursue some small goals to attain their spiritual enlightenment. The length we have to go through can be determined in our pace of development. This might be due to our interest or our willingness to go through what should we do from one level to another. The things to be done are the most important. Thoughts are useless if it will not be acted out and/or be applied in our actions. Be devoted. It maintains interest and refrains us from falling even when we’re failing. It is the life support of our interest. Another important act you should do is to pray. Praying refreshes one’s status. It heals the poison of temper and gives an optimistic mind. It stretches the muscles of your spirit and cools the fire in the mind. Knowing is a must do to understand where we are and what development we are in. It determines where or what our source of sorrow is, if taken seriously. It is an action – a path – taken by one. For it takes one to know one. Never will it take one to know two. To know one’s self is to be oneself. Once you know the source of sorrow, it should be eliminated. If it can be created, it can be eliminated. This elimination must be done quickly because sources of sorrow may appear and disappear unexpectedly. If done quickly, we will have immunity towards it the next time the source of sorrow will appear. No man is an island, as the saying goes. We need to have other views and open our minds to other things but some views are not that effective. Before using other perspectives, we should test them and make sure their results are good. Once done, we can apply them to the daily decisions in our lives. Again, acting our thoughts will prove that our beliefs are useful. It will give us the opportunities to move on. We must flow like the wind and must not rot in the deep. For God has given us a gift to act and it would be failing to accept it when we don’t use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My extensive social support upheld the roads I passed by and, I know, you have your own supports. People are such great helpers plus they gave me more views in life in spite of the views I originally have. Man’s outlook on life gave me an idea that there are other ways of thought different from mine. With that, they achieved with their beliefs and they were successful at it. It really inspired me to see that they achieved what they conceived. It is a great act that they have told the world what they will do and they have done it. Books, another external influence, opened my eyes and my mind to a world full of amazing things and simple wonders. Books of evolution tell me man and spirit are changing and developing to a higher level of energy but both are in a different pace. A higher level of energy also means higher consciousness that means the level of thoughts is advanced and the spirit is freer. For example, the spirit can change from a sorrowful to a glorious state of feeling and it can detach from the body – which is a materialistic object. Surroundings can affect a person’s life from neonate to old-aged. A harsh surrounding can make a person be aggressive towards other people and can be a training ground for criminals while a serene surrounding can make a person light-hearted and merciful. Surroundings are like music. They can really change a person’s mood and aura through the rhythm and beat. If people find themselves spiritually inadequate, they start searching for an answer that will satiate the emptiness of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Attaining spiritual enlightenment is a momentous event and can be viewed as a model for people who want to be enlightened. It would be a great opportunity to achieve enlightenment because it is only been successful to few who have lived to have it. It is so great because, again, time limits us from doing or acquiring it. Attaining it would signify that man or a part of man has reached a certain point that tells us that enlightenment is easier to achieve than in the past. It would mean that any mortal has the right to be enlightened. It also tells us man continues to develop and that enlightenment is just one of the steps in attaining the last evolution of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8807657037720660752?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8807657037720660752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8807657037720660752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8807657037720660752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8807657037720660752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/spiritual-enlightenment-essay.html' title='Spiritual Enlightenment - An Essay'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-3536227603162139009</id><published>2008-01-20T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:40:14.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem - Hide &amp; Seek</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I made at my last year at high school and it is the only poem that got published in my high school magazine. Hope you enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hide &amp;amp; Seek”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I scarcely heard&lt;br /&gt;Him who speaks the Holy word&lt;br /&gt;I heard from Him, the light&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t forego, I can’t fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shadow that engulfs my soul&lt;br /&gt;Is pitch-dark of a dead coal&lt;br /&gt;It covers my toes to the top of my brow&lt;br /&gt;Grasping my heart, beating so slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I heard Him clearly&lt;br /&gt;When He was seeking for me&lt;br /&gt;I felt His goodness, His power&lt;br /&gt;Though, I must yield fear, I cower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shadow blinds me,&lt;br /&gt;Petrifies me like a stone-like tree&lt;br /&gt;Cold and frozen to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Silent, sad and all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who speaks the Holy word&lt;br /&gt;Call me last and call me third&lt;br /&gt;When the light comes, stay with me&lt;br /&gt;So I can be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I heard Him shout&lt;br /&gt;The words from His mouth&lt;br /&gt;And darkness came for me to dare&lt;br /&gt;I stepped forward and I wasn’t scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shadow that engulfs my soul&lt;br /&gt;Is crawling away at the level of my sole&lt;br /&gt;My spirit purified and my mind enlightened&lt;br /&gt;My heart unburdened, thoroughly lightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul freely roams this earthly Eden&lt;br /&gt;And God is with me, partly hidden&lt;br /&gt;He will protect me, no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;For in Him, eternal is glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-3536227603162139009?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3536227603162139009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=3536227603162139009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/3536227603162139009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/3536227603162139009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/poem-hide-seek.html' title='Poem - Hide &amp; Seek'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8734251048707176235</id><published>2008-01-20T06:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:39:45.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rushing Speed, Pain</title><content type='html'>Poems again hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you two short poems – &lt;i&gt;Rushing Speed&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; Pain&lt;/i&gt; – that I wrote in my high school days. I think around my sophomore and junior years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light flashes across the eye&lt;br /&gt;Like a star winks from Heaven’s sky&lt;br /&gt;Simple and quick yet impulsive&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm and you’ll believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming velocity&lt;br /&gt;Rushing forward critically&lt;br /&gt;Running high to soul’s reaction&lt;br /&gt;From passion to an obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy drains, still strength remains&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through hills, mountains and plains&lt;br /&gt;Stiff bones are strained and cold sweat rains&lt;br /&gt;Endure the pain and life sustains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart throbs of pain&lt;br /&gt;A source of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;A death made of chain&lt;br /&gt;Never to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple tradition&lt;br /&gt;A complex addiction&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop aching inside&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t leave you&lt;br /&gt;But I need to&lt;br /&gt;Waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Regretful lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m ready,&lt;br /&gt;I am all set&lt;br /&gt;To go my way&lt;br /&gt;At my glory’s death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8734251048707176235?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8734251048707176235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8734251048707176235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8734251048707176235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8734251048707176235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/rushing-speed-pain.html' title='Rushing Speed, Pain'/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-1490685494183834881</id><published>2008-01-15T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:39:21.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This poem is one of my masterpieces. It has a good choice of words to be as accurate as it can be to the experience and, one can say, this is a very grand introduction to a greeting. :-)&lt;br /&gt;(Note: I wrote this in my high school days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is entitled "Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day makes you extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;And even if your mood might vary&lt;br /&gt;This day passes on with great dignity, hidden&lt;br /&gt;Only in the frame of your heart could it be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the psyche and heart, feel its masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;In the center, nurtured by still silence and peace&lt;br /&gt;The scenery of your soul, the core of life&lt;br /&gt;Your why of surpassing the everyday strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a minute piece can be described and defined&lt;br /&gt;For everything else is so intricate to the mind&lt;br /&gt;It is as if you're in the axis of every character&lt;br /&gt;And it is as if every fragment matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complexity of one's time and how one grows&lt;br /&gt;Is like the countless stars at night and the petals of a rose&lt;br /&gt;Each one has its own sense and each one means something&lt;br /&gt;But when each piece is united to a whole, it is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is that masterpiece, that extraordinary, that complex&lt;br /&gt;A day where dreams and moments seem to stretch, to flex&lt;br /&gt;Bursting with hope yet restoring to its original form&lt;br /&gt;But with the awareness of daily life's sweet storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one-of-a-kind day is just for you, letting you know&lt;br /&gt;It never repeats; for today's once is a memory tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So, may I make this day more radiant, more sentient, more anew&lt;br /&gt;Let this words remain in your heart, "Happy Birthday to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-1490685494183834881?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1490685494183834881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=1490685494183834881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/1490685494183834881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/1490685494183834881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-you-life-your-life-you-are-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-6361515161083401845</id><published>2008-01-15T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:39:00.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have posted a few blogs but I have been blogging for 1 year or so... but on different blogs which I don't know the password or email I've used, maybe lost emails. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll reintroduce myself (In VB6 programming language, that is ReDim) hehe :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love programming especially on the Visual Basic Series. I have the introduction and basics on C/C++ and Java but didn't go further in studying those languages. Relating to languages, I grew up on English and Tagalog through my education and family. My family is pure Filipino but, in all our conversations, I found English easier to speak and write than anything. I had to analyze when it comes to speaking the local languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written essays in my high school days but stopped due to its innocence (no conflict)&lt;br /&gt;I always thought of a utopia but that's not reality. I have my childhood fantasies but I, being a young adult, have to stick to reality and keep moving forward to my priorities in life. If dreams were to be only attached to, then how can I reach them? I have to keep moving forward till I get to the other side of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love making poems - rhyming or free verse. I just need a theme, a past experience or an experience that would happen, and a metaphor. Sometimes, I just need time to make a poem from a minimum of 30 minutes to a week. I will present 2 poems to you at the end of this post. :-) The first  would be my very first poem written at 2001 and the second  would be a love and frienship poem dedicated to someone special to me in high school. But this poem has touched me not as a dedication or as a link to that someone but as a poem of itself. I love the way it sounds, the way it can be read and how it is made - by happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my poems could be my experiences, another person's experience (some individuals have requested me to make poems for their uses) and other possibilities :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, another thing about me, I like different things. I like "balot" which is uncooked duck egg and other exotic food. When I explain, I don't like complicating and would simplify it further as I can unless I want to complicate it to hide hidden meanings (like some of my poems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are samples of my poem collection (I'll add more in the future):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Broken Love (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for love&lt;br /&gt;  in my shadow's tear.&lt;br /&gt;I raised myself above&lt;br /&gt;  but swallowed by fear.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a smile&lt;br /&gt;  and you returned.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you trust,&lt;br /&gt;  you just turned.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a mile&lt;br /&gt;  to forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;I came back for you&lt;br /&gt;  just to break my heart to two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I know the poem is a sad one but when I was making it, I had no relationships nor was I broken hearted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Friendship and Fondness (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see me today&lt;br /&gt;Remember that for perpetuity&lt;br /&gt;For wherever your path lays&lt;br /&gt;My friendship for you is eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be my crest foundation&lt;br /&gt;For letdowns and glories to appear&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here to declare my passion,&lt;br /&gt;My fondness for you, my friend, so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, you're secure&lt;br /&gt;In my heart... It never ends.&lt;br /&gt;By dangers, no one can lure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in reality, there's no finish&lt;br /&gt;To some downbeat force&lt;br /&gt;Even if it comes through, those wishes&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here throughout life's course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your friend and this is your day&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm here, as one to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I am your admirer and I say&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I've grown fond of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The only thing edited in this poem is at the last line of the last stanza which is : "My friend." I changed it to protect myself and to the one who owns the name I replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Tomorrow, I'll share another poem I'd love to share now but I'm a bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night to y'all ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-6361515161083401845?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6361515161083401845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=6361515161083401845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6361515161083401845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6361515161083401845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-posted-few-blogs-but-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8865230186130511896</id><published>2008-01-14T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:38:17.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a long time, I have been blogging here and there... I lost some blogs to the undefeated short-term amnesia. Not only blogs but emails, passwords and accounts... Blogs are becoming popular in my division (I don't know with other divisions)... And heck! I don't even know how to fully use a blog. I only know how to think and write. Gerb, help me out. What does this doohicky do? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be back when I learn a few things about blogging and feeding (why do they call it feeding? Feed who?) okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. Stranger peace and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8865230186130511896?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8865230186130511896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8865230186130511896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8865230186130511896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8865230186130511896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-long-time-i-have-been-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-5426323028795709248</id><published>2007-02-08T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:37:42.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stage: Early Adulthood&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis: Intimacy vs. Isolation&lt;br /&gt;Age: 20 - 34 years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations: Partners in Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation: We are what we love&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome: Affiliation and Love&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome: Promiscuity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started on my Early Adulthood stage. But I see myself where I am now and where I am soon. When the things and events would pass me by soon.. It would be the end of my intimacy. I just want to be faithful to be one person, that would be her, and nobody else. I am stupid but this is me. It would be a start of my isolation. We are what we love - I love her but I don't know if she loves me. I love her still. I love the girl of my dreams. I don't want to turn to another truth. There are endless truths in this world. I chose only one and I'll stick with it. It would be a hard turn and a hard journey loving someone who would not return but, in a way, it would be a good life for me because, for the rest of my life, I would be true to myself and to my heart. It is not a burden. It is a gift of love and a curse of pain. Just a curse, not a burden. My heart is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuity &gt;&gt; meaning: (Encarta)&lt;br /&gt;1. choosing carelessly or without discrimination&lt;br /&gt;2. confusedly mixed: mixed in an indiscriminate or disorderly way (formal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not confused. A part of me is at peace when I love her. I discriminate people but nothing towards her. Am I this trusting to anyone? Am I this faithful to anyone? Am I this devoted to anyone? No, Just her. In this world, She is the only one I trust completely (no matter how many mistakes she's done). She is the only one I am and I can be faithful to (no matter what). I am only this devoted to her. Because... do you need reasons? do you always believe in proofs? do you always believe in science? My love for and to her feels so innate. It seems it existed there before. I just realized it. I found myself again in loving her. Before, I would be faltered by other people.. But with her, I felt sure of myself. I found stability. I found comfort. I found my heart again. She fuels my stubbornness. She fuels my way of never giving up. She fuels me. Even though, she will stop loving me, I will not give up. I will always love her. Even though, She and I would never be together again, I will not give up. I will always love her. Even when I die, my last words and/or last breath is for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, my fault is I can't let go. My love for her overcomes me. You can call me stupid but I don't care about anything else but her. I still have so much years ahead of my life.. But no more lies to myself and/or to anyone else... I love her and that is all the truth there is in life and in the world. I love her. "Kaya kita." Promise. I love you, mayge..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-5426323028795709248?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5426323028795709248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=5426323028795709248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/5426323028795709248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/5426323028795709248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/stage-early-adulthood-psychosocial.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-6896225272021558182</id><published>2007-02-07T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:36:10.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stage: Adolescence&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis: Idnetity vs. Identity Diffusion&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Identity diffusion is like having a different personality when you're at home and when you're at school)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 12 - 20 years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations: Peer Group&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation: I am I&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome: Devotion and Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome: Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issues From the Adolescent Stage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being sexually shy or inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having an inappropriate need for other's approval.&lt;br /&gt;3. Using substances or destructive behavior to cope with discomfort of life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling socially inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;5. Feeling overly self-conscious about phsyical appearance.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being caught in an active or passive state of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being so afraid to stand out that you never discover what your own taste are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;It has been a zigzag and up-and-down life for me. But when I was covered and filled with uncertainty in the past.. I found devotion and fidelity through her. And I'm so torn apart because she'll be (I prefer might) leaving me soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 1: I'm a bit shy because I'm just not used to it. But, there are times, I can just let go of myself and I feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 2: Yes, I do have that but it is a want.. I want an approval of love.. Because, without it, I couldn't live like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 3: I have done it before. Presently, just a bit substance and a bit more destructive. I have an urge/intent to kill but a promise is a promise. A promise is never meant to be broken even though all things in life can be broken. My life right now is so uncomfortable but I'm able to cope up with it just by talking and expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 4: I'm not socially inadequate. I can talk about a lot of things from books, from knowledge and from experience to anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 5: A bit... Still the same, acne and skin color.. I don't want people looking up to me and categorizing me as if I'm a foreigner because of my mestizo looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 6: I'm always in a passive state of rebellion against giving up except for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue #7: I have discovered my taste. Simple and low-maintenance but stylish in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;My current peers don't influence me in drinking or smoking. They are all singles and focused on studying. While I am focused on a girl, then on studies. I have not realized I had so much devotion, fidelity and love till she did a mistake. I didn't feel sorry. I felt I just realized my love and it was so strong and endless to let go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-6896225272021558182?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6896225272021558182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=6896225272021558182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6896225272021558182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/6896225272021558182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/stage-adolescence-psychosocial-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8607834234935466627</id><published>2007-02-07T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:35:37.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stage:  School Age&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis:  Industry vs. Inferiority&lt;br /&gt;Age:  6 - 11 years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations:  Family, Neighborhood and School&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation:  I am what I can do (I am capable)&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome:  Method and Competence&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome:  Incompetence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issues From the School Age:&lt;br /&gt;1. Feeling self-conscious in social gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Inability to complete something you have started.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not being able to attain professional goals.&lt;br /&gt;4. Keeping yourself in debt so you never achieve financial stability.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fear of public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add this because this is one of the important stages of my life:&lt;br /&gt;Index Of Supsicion:&lt;br /&gt;1. Feel uncomfortable with social situation&lt;br /&gt;2. Excessively competitive&lt;br /&gt;3. Give in or have things your way&lt;br /&gt;4. Have intense fear of making a mistake&lt;br /&gt;5. Deficient in basic like skills&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a lot of social shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;From Grade School (GS) to High School (HS), I was always being tutored by my mom, by teachers and by tutorial schools. I don't know why. I was a slow learner. Now, I am adept at learning. Some people have called and categorized me as a late bloomer. My methods may be by the book and I am between competence and incompetence. But later, I found out it was just me. I changed for the better. I became more industrious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 1: Yes, I feel self-conscious especially with my skin color, people categorize me as a foreigner but I'm not. I don't want to feel foreign to the land where I was born and where I belong to. My height (6'1") tells people I must have played basketball but I don't. I play for fun but never have I played it to win. I feel self-conscious of my acne. But I always remind myself that there is always someone better/worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 2: Yes, I can't complete the things I've started. From my projects to my assignments, from studying to my answers, I can't complete them... before I met her.&lt;br /&gt;With her, I completed the projects, the poems, the things I've started... and I also edit them every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 3: I don't know yet but I would be in one. I am still in college, I am studying to be in one. I want to be. My dream job is a job where I am interested on and I have fun working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 4: I am not in debt. I am only in debt with my parents whom have given so much love, understand and care to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 5: I speak in public but my voice is a bit small. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 1: I don't feel uncomfortable just if I'm at the dark areas or when I'm with my friends. But I can go beyond that limit if I want to. I have done it with my YFC speeches when I was still active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 2: I'm not that competitive with others but my brothers. We would compete in grades (I've lost most of the time), muscles (hehe.. I've stopped because we had different body types) and I don't know what else we have competed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 3: This is my question to myself right now "Do I give in and let go or have things go my way?" I don't want to give in because I'm so stubborn to give up. I don't want things to go my way because it would be selfish. I want not to give up and continue loving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 4: Before, I had such an intense fear of making a mistake. And when I realized I'm human. I am not a god. I make mistakes. Right now, I make mistakes but not unnecessary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 5: None that I don't know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index of Suspicion # 6: I don't have any social shame. Please refer to Index of Suspicion # 1 and Potential Issue # 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;When I transferred to first grade (GS), I became shy and silent. I was scared of others. I didn't trust my classmates. I preferred being with adults and I felt that GS was a repeat of things everyday without the full consciousness of its students. Before I tranferred, I told my parents I didn't want to change schools (but it is for your education, they said). I would miss my 3 best friends. I still remember their names (Jim, Gromer, Cristina) but I don't know if they still know me. I was an active kid before I transferred. HS came and it took 2 years to be comfortable with my batchmates. And when college was there, I didn't want to go to college. Then, I don't know what course to choose. I wanted time for myself to reflect but I was given no chance. I was given college or work. How can I reflect when everyday I'll work? How stupid my parents can be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8607834234935466627?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8607834234935466627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8607834234935466627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8607834234935466627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8607834234935466627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/stage-school-age-psychosocial-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-8872482343640853410</id><published>2007-02-07T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:35:13.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stage: Pre-School / Play Age&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis: Initiative vs. Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3 - 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations: Basic Family&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation: I am what I imagine&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome: Purpose and Direction&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome: Unworthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issues From the Play Age:&lt;br /&gt;1. Feeling awkward about your body.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being highly critical of yourself - full of shame.&lt;br /&gt;3. Using sex as the only way to feel close.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having no tolerance for another's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt to be a chemist. Someone who would discover remedies to the world's sicknesses. But I was just a kid then. Now, the subject annoys me. I was living in the province, then. Got my first PC. I was too young to have a computer but it was there. Tried to tinker with it but got in trouble. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 1: I don't feel awkward with my body. This is me, a tall guy. But I feel awkward on why I don't have much hair. Some people call me a "sissy" but "hey, do you have baby skin?" hahahaha lol. I don't care about that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 2: Nah.. never experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 3: Hmm... Partly. because it is human nature. Right now, sex is important. but i'm holding off for someone. Sex is a special thing. something sentimental for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 4: Perfectionist.. When I was at HS, very very yes. hehehe.. I got obssessed with perfection. and I'll tell you what happened to me if you ask me if you can.  Right now, perfection is an ideal; It is not reality. I am but the imperfected mind. My mind is so full of flaws. My mind so full of imperfection. My mind is human. I am human (with dignity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 5: I have tolerance for my selected few. I don't have tolerance when it comes to people who greatly piss me off or to whom I got angry at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have trouble identifying my feelings. I may have some interpersonal communication problems (coz I only socialize with the people I trust). Expressing my feelings, yes a bit hard when I have to tell the most real and most accurate feelings I have. Like the ones written on my blogs. Before, I have acted on guesses and unchecked assumptions. After a promise, I haven't acted anymore bases on those. A problem that comes from this age is also the responsibility for one's own personal unhappiness (you have a right to your own life)......... I just choose this way.. to not let go.. it makes me the most happiest and most unhappiest guy. I'm happy because I'm true to myself. I'm unhappy because she would (i prefer might) leave me soon.. But that is life is.. sometimes, nothing is permanent.. everything changes except change. (my addition: Everything changes but change and love)&lt;br /&gt;I know my purpose. My direction is always stable.. but sometimes, there are ditches that I would fall in.. I would feel unworthy of love and/or life. But when I climb up those ditches, I continue to walk on the same direction despite I see the visible ditches along my way. I dare not change my direction to evade those ditches. That is me. My will power is just so immense.. when I find my purpose, I can't leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-8872482343640853410?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8872482343640853410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=8872482343640853410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8872482343640853410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/8872482343640853410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/stage-pre-school-play-age-psychosocial.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-2270657504189785865</id><published>2007-02-07T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:34:52.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stage: Toddler&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis: Autonomy vs. Shame&lt;br /&gt;Age: 1.5 - 2.5 years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations: Parents&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation: I am what i will freely&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome: Self-control and Will power&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome: Self-Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issues From the Toddler Stage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Inability to say no to friends because you are afraid they will reject you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Inability to set limits with your boss because you fear you might get fired.&lt;br /&gt;3. Difficulty stating how you feel because you fear you will be humiliated or rejected.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling smothered if someone tries to get close.&lt;br /&gt;5. Feeling inadequate if a friend is upset and cannot make that friend feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REFLECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I listen to my mom's and relatives' stories about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had autonomy on the past. I was placed on a stroller where I can be supported while I walk. hehe. I don't know much.. My parents were and are very nice and demonstrative people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me because of my experiences, my attitude in life and towards these experience, and my thoughts/reflections when I was younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 1: At HS (High School), I would always say yes. I was really afraid of being rejected. But it changed when I went to my first college school, the people and the surroundings changed me. I was always suffering looking at how life there was so grim for some and happiness was like temporary. A city of vices. People started taking advantage of my YESness... So, I started fighting back.. I said no. no more. I became a balance of schoolsmart and streetsmart. I started knowing what I want. Today, I am glad to know good (and curious for the bad) opinions/comments of other people about my poems. Rejection is just an event that tells me I need to improve more. It's like having the fear of a new experience. I'm glad to experience something new..but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 2: Not applicable but I would set limits. but I fear the anger of myself towards my boss. I don't want my anger. It is a different kind. It is destructive. But I can still control it. I fear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 3: None. I have difficulty only when choosing the right degree of words to use. I'm placing my feelings/thoughts here because I don't want my words to affect another. I just want someone to listen. They don't care. They don't know me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 4: Feel smothered... Yes, at HS. but only if that someone was a girl. At HS, i was really surrounded by my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 5: Yes, I feel inadequate whenever that happens. So, I would push myself to help and help. And when I'm successful, I don't feel inadequate but I want to keep on helping and supporting. Saved 3 suicides because of this quality. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I have so much flaws but these flaws make me. These flaws can be overcome by myself but, right now, this is how I am myself. For the favorable outcome, I am a big success especially on the will power. For self-control, there were times I couldn't control myself. Right now, I can still control myself. Self-Doubt, it happens. Questions ring my head: "Am I for her?", "Is this right?", "Am I the one for her?", "Will she love me again?".... self-doubt can destroy someone in confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-2270657504189785865?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2270657504189785865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=2270657504189785865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/2270657504189785865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/2270657504189785865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/stage-toddler-psychosocial-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-4335342507646283478</id><published>2007-02-07T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:34:28.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first part of my self-assessment based on Erikson's Stages of Personal And Social Development:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage:  Infancy&lt;br /&gt;Psychosocial Crisis:  Basic Trust vs. Mistrust&lt;br /&gt;Age :  0 - 1.5years old&lt;br /&gt;Significant Relations:  Mother/Maternal Surrogate&lt;br /&gt;Contribution To Identity Formation:  I am what I am given&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Outcome:  Inner drive and hope&lt;br /&gt;Unfavorable Outcome: Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issues From The Infancy Stage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fear of Intimacy, because it could result in abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need - but being afraid of - physical affection.&lt;br /&gt;3. Continual need for oral gratification (eating, smoking, drinking).&lt;br /&gt;4. Fear of acknowledging needs because of the fear that they will not be met.&lt;br /&gt;5. Inability to trust even in trustworthy situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REFLECTION:&lt;br /&gt;"I am what I am given" - I don't remember much from my infancy age.. But I heard stories from my mom and relatives. And today, I know much more about myself than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much inner drive and hope but I am easily faltered w/ people I have trust with.&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 1: I love intimacy.. Yes, I was scared before. But there was a time in my life, but sometime last year.. I started to like and, then, to love intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 2: Yes, I am afraid. High school, I would evade every girl's hand who would touch me to ask a question. I want to hug but I'm afraid to hug. But currently, I have reasons why I don't hug. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 3: I don't drink.. But I smoke (1-3 sticks/week). If I'm not smoking, I'm either very "inip" (impatient) or I'm relaxing (while eating food or drinking lotsa water). I don't drink sodas. Just water, energy drinks and coffee. I'm a caffeine addict before. Right now, I'm regulating my coffee intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 4: I say my needs. And I say my wants. I got a lot of wants right now. I know what I want.. I know who I want.. And, yes, I have the continual need to be admired. I want to receive attention. Anything bad/good about me, I want to hear it. I want to know it. I am curious about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Issue # 5: Yep, at highschool. I wouldn't talk much or speak to anyone unless I'm spoken to. I want the person to take the initiative to introduce himself/herself. People have limits/boundaries. I can't make the jokes or talk about anything (which I am, I am a flexible person even though I don't show it; flexible but I have limits, too). Today, this is not applicable to me. I have outgrown it. I have the capability and I'm trusting too much to anyone I know especially towards the girl I love most. I am gullible to her. It is an error of my humanity but I feel so free when I trust her completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I may have problems from infancy. My mom and I are close but not that close. Everytime, my mom is near me, I feel weak and powerless. I feel so depressed. I just want her to be there but near me. I don't like her nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the end of: 1 of 7 parts. I will make the other parts tonight and later this week)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-4335342507646283478?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4335342507646283478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=4335342507646283478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4335342507646283478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/4335342507646283478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-first-part-of-my-self.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37243497.post-116283840963858285</id><published>2006-11-07T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:32:45.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfectedmind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Well, after hearing about blogs since highschool, i never wanted to apply into one. I've noticed it but I just didn't want to be one of the sample/population of a marketing venture's project or a target of an obsession. haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah, right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, I felt making a blog so i can put my emotions and thoughts of my everyday life. Some of my secrets and, maybe, the dark juicy ones.. but never more about another person.. just me, its my blog anyway..&lt;/span&gt;  (or I can put my feelings towards a person and/or unless.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Also, another reason is my gaming PC is being reformatted for a week and classes just started. oh well, i'm using a super slow security-tight (stupid firewalls) laptop... is this a punishment for always playing games?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A simple introduction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a straight guy in a legal age. no vices except drinking. I like to meet Filipino bloggers, they tend to be an interesting lot. :) I mean, they are an interesting lot. I like to meet people who play DOTA... uhm.. nevermind, i hate DOTA (quitted for 5months and counting)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;so, i like to meet people who play 02 Jam and arcade/console games like Tekken, FF series, Magna Carta and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i like to meet people who watch anime and/or read manga. Naruto. Black Cat. Trigun. Bleach. Slam Dunk. (Black Cat is my most favorite :D yeahhh so cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;so, right now, I'm watching Detective Conan. just drank beer alone to unstress my first day of school. hehe.. i still have classes in 5 hours and i'm not sleeping or will i take sleeping pills..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just wanna enjoy the first day. hehe National Youth Day is coming up , by the way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;too bad, i'm not affected 'cause i have to prioritze my classes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;so, hear me soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37243497-116283840963858285?l=imperfectedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116283840963858285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37243497&amp;postID=116283840963858285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/116283840963858285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37243497/posts/default/116283840963858285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectedmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-after-hearing-about-blogs-since.html' title=''/><author><name>imperfectedmind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080127219760211495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8l5islzYOI/R5T5JLo37TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Y2SVrqp8IM/S220/Img001.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
