<?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-1015167832293266008</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:56.600-06:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='chacko'/><category term='mir'/><category term='sanaa'/><category term='geoengineering'/><category term='merin'/><category term='not guilty'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Bankai'/><category term='I Will exalt you'/><category term='Ed Byrne'/><category term='god one and only'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='Stephen Fry'/><category term='uster'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Simon Amstell'/><category term='The mighty boosh'/><category term='Brooke'/><category term='life'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Ichigo Kurosaki'/><category term='David Tennant'/><category term='QI'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='hillsong live'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Live'/><category term='start'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Never Mind the Buzzcocks'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='christ'/><category term='mother'/><category term='Soul Society'/><category term='Noel Fielding'/><category term='saviour'/><category term='Russell Brand'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='chernobyl'/><category term='Bleach'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>A Tale Once Told</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1563760061881246826</id><published>2011-03-29T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:49:55.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Migrated!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I have been using blogger since I was 16 years old, thats 3 years and its been good to me. I've had a lot of fun with ya'll and I've learned my lessons. What to and what not to do online, for one:) I've learned so much on my blogger. No I wanna let you all know, this Tale is nowhere near done. It's barely started! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But change is good. Change is fun and refreshing and sometimes I need something like that to get me back to my roots. To really bring out the writer in me, I hope you all are following. It's that spring feeling of winter letting out its last breath and spring swallowing it up and growing, and growing- till all of a sudden it's summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is with great joy that I introduce my brand new blogbaby to you! It's my tumblr! It's called soniclipstick, a nod to my dear Doctor Who. www.soniclipstick.tumblr.com is my new new new baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll post on both blogs from now on, it'll get confusing and this post about me moving won't be on top anymore if I do, but please don't abandon me, I've just moved online is all:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for being with me, I've appreciated it! I hope I see ya'll on tumblr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1563760061881246826?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1563760061881246826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-migrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1563760061881246826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1563760061881246826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-migrated.html' title='I&apos;ve Migrated!!!!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2247105349687627901</id><published>2011-03-18T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:54:22.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not guilty'/><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>Location: Seebach, Zurich&lt;div&gt;Music: Spellbound - Katie Melua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood: bursting with I do not know what, energy, fire and water and rain and just everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a girl and maybe thats why I write so much about how I feel, or maybe its just who I am and I couldn't have helped it even if I was a boy but ahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Friday night after a hard week at work, appointments crammed in one between the other and I've finally got the chance to sit down, relax and enjoy some music, chill out and take a breath. I love this restaurant, not guilty. I adore it so much, because its spring. not guilty is spring just beginning, we're brand new and beautiful and precious and bright greens and pinks and yellows and blues and it is gorgeous. Glorious, really. It's got sooo much potential and its all waiting to happen! Summer is coming soon, I can feel it in my bones. Summer will come and all the pretty greens and pinks and yellows will bloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that I am making sense right now. I just want to write because I wish you all could feel that feeling in my stomach. I've got butterflies in my stomach because I know things are changing and thats spring too! That feeling you get when you wake up in bed early morning on a warm spring day and you've got so much to do and you can't wait to do them because it's not work or school, its just life and accomplishing things and enjoying that day in its full entirety. Just eating up the day like a massive black hole, eating up everything it can have, yet never being able to stop. There is sooo much out there and even if you can't get everything, who would dare stop you from trying to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I wish you all could understand what it means to be that joyful, that free and ready for where life is reading to take you! That ship is ready and waiting and I've got my bags packed. I've got a ticket sitting in my drawer and it ain't no good till I use it, before it expires! Its spring. For me. For not guilty Restaurant. For everyone, if you're willing to take that chance and just go for it. Don't miss that pretty ship, when you've already got a paid ticket in your hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been thinking, should I stay or should I go? It is definitely time to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave the past behind, start all over again, and live life to your fullest. So its still Winter for some of us. Well for me, I love the snow, the bright whites which cover everything and hides the world from view. But winter is saying her final adieu and spring is here, bringing the colours back into our world. It's time to wake up, say good bye to the past, let it wash away and let the sun through. Time to board that boat, and as Captain Jack would say, bring me that horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2247105349687627901?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2247105349687627901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2247105349687627901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2247105349687627901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2306407063137120609</id><published>2011-03-16T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:59:36.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>HELLO INTERNET. (I saw Charlie Mcdonnell say that once on YouTube and I ADORE IT!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who haven't noticed, I adore twitter. I love blogging, writing and talking to people. I have noticed that people who are generally more introverted tend to be extroverted online, which is how you meet such interesting people, with whom you'd in real life probably not know as well. Some friends online know more about me than others do, simply because they're easier for me to connect to. Some people think its weird, I find it only natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So naturally, when Mr. Krstovic starting telling us about twitter in grade 12 chemistry, I had to have it. Over the first year, I tweeted less than 400 times, simply because I thought it troublesome to sign in and just waiting till things happened on the my timeline. Now almost two years later- I've finally begun using it properly, and on my iPhone. Its fast, and for on the move. I have so much more fun with it, when I am out and about and I believe that I finally get microblogging. Over that last 6 months, I have finally used twitter the way it should be used and I am falling in love with it more and more. The amount of information being exchanged in so few words all over the world.... its FANTILLIANT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres a program called tweet cloud that shows you what I've been tweeting about as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://023891BE-4D97-4E81-BF69-FE2D4E3E7D2E/258807759.jpg" alt="258807759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1015167832293266008-2306407063137120609?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2306407063137120609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2306407063137120609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2306407063137120609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4373292872931908876</id><published>2011-03-01T11:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:55:01.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto's world of Child Soldiers</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I became aware of a horrifying event that was happening around the world, the issue of child soldiers. The idea of children fighting the pointless wars of men disgusted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words wrist or elbow still haunt me sometimes. The idea that refusing would result in the loss of limbs for children a young as my siblings, 5, 7, 8 ... of course they agree to fight, they have no choice. And what about elder ones? Teens are forced to join for the sake of their family or their own lives. They know no other option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they want the children so bad? What use are they? You might ask, but think about it. Children are like sponges. They're  impressionable, and thy take in knowledge much faster than adults. It's easy to teach a child to pick up a gun, or diffuse bombs and their size means they are good spies... And hey, if they die, they're not worth one bit to these cold hearted fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one may question, why no one is doing anything about it? Well they are. There are organizations that help rehabilitate children. But that is after the fact, the damage has been done. This problem can't be solved without attacking the roots themselves. The use of child soldiers in any and all conflicts is a severely punishable war crime, but they have to catch the culprits first, and that is the difficult task. Most child soldiers are used by rebel fighters against the government, who are technically not accountable to the United Nations. Yep, that is, according to a friend, the dumbest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really forgot that learned this ages ago, but for some reason, as I was catching up on Naruto, it hit me that Masashi Kishimoto's famous anime Naruto is exactly that! The story of children learning to become weapons of war, ninjas to fight other ninjas, commit assassinations and even escort missions, from the moment that they learn to walk! Now to be honest, Naruto is a fictional world, but here's the thing! I LOVE Naruto! It's one of my favourite mangas I've ever read, because it has beautifully fleshed out characters, intricate (if a bit long winded) plots and brilliants morals. But in the end, at the centre of this entire thing is the truth that the story is about child soldiers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will never forget is in the beginning, when Sakura, one of the major characters is engaged in a fight with her 'archnemesis aka exbestfriend" Ino during the ninja exams. Sakura was initially losing and git her hair caught in a trap of Ino's. She cuts her hair off, then brutally fights back and wins. In the dialogue, what stood out to me was her promise to herself to grow up, become a better ninja and never to be caught up in a trap like that. Yes, I loved it because I finally had respect for Sakura and because it spoke of growing up. Sakura was 12 years old. Growing up sounds ok (unless you're me:) but what 12 year old should be ready to kill on command? A child soldier. This was not just growing up, this was hardening up, and not at 18 or 25 or 30, when one has seen a lot of the world, but at the tender age of 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for growing up, everyone should mature and become responsible but that is not the same as hardening up and becoming someone who will obey any and all orders, willing to ignore all laws and rules. And how can they turn that off?? The Doctor from Doctor Who once said, what's the point of bring a grown up if you can't be a child once in a while? What about these children? They grew up too fast, fighting the ears of the elders, with no clue or care for what they were even fighting for! The idea of it just makes me nauseous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto and Sakura both chose to be ninja, they weren't part of ninja clans or anything, they chose it, unlike the poor children in our world. But somewhere, someone needs to draw a line! Ninja training started once thy learned to walk, so what choice is that anyway? A choice made by children thinking that's it's all about glory and power, and fun. And them they learn the truth and it's too late, you can't retire out of this, it becomes a lifetimes burden... One no child has or even should have the capacity of understanding and enduring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done, I'm gonna go throw up now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4373292872931908876?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4373292872931908876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/naruto-masashi-kishimoto-world-of-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4373292872931908876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4373292872931908876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2011/03/naruto-masashi-kishimoto-world-of-child.html' title='Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto&amp;#39;s world of Child Soldiers'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2001697927366716163</id><published>2010-12-16T12:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:41:41.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those Merin days…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haven’t had one of these in a while. Since July I think, actually. So it really has been a while. My dad went to India today, and I don’t know if it has much to do with this, but I started off with a beautifully enlightening conversation with my dear Ankur, about which I will write about soon, but I won’t be able to until I get this out of my mind. For some reason, I had a rain cloud following me all bloody day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I felt like it was Crows and Locusts in one day. Let me write basically how I felt, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See the murder, and the swarm descend. The night is getting thick, the moon turning her tricks she’ll betray you every time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was the year, the crows and the locusts came. The fields drained dry the rain, the fields are bleeding. It was the age, the foxes came for the fields. We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel and prayed for mercy, prayed for Mercy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know I’m pretty strange. Once I know someone well, then we’re close and I can’t hide much from them. But I am the MOST socially awkward person that I have ever known. And its always been easier to write than talk about just stuff for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just… sorta really wish I had someone like Allison or Michelle here,who I am able to talk to. Or Ankur, Ankur you know me before I know me… I know you know what I mean. But I don’t and then it piles up and randomly comes out. I always wonder if it is the whole mother thing or just because I’m me… I don’t know. I don’t know a lot of things. And its REALLY weird because I don’t know how to tell people things, like I told people I was fine at work, because I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t ok, cause it’s not like I know how to fix it right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t even know why I’m having this day where I just feel like crap. Maybe I should get a shrink.&amp;#160; So yeah, just putting it out there and off my chest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I can write about more important things. Because sometimes I am really selfish and my problems are nothing compared to the suffering that people go through every day around the world. I am just going to have to suck it up and live, not much else to do anyways, because I don’t quit, people who know me well, know that I don’t quit. I am not a quitter, and I no matter how difficult I have it, I’m not quitting on life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually I feel much better now. I’m listening to Shadowfeet also by Brooke Fraser and there are a few lines I get now. I really get it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world is falling out from under me, I’ll be found in you, still standing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When my world is falling apart, I should talk to Jesus about it, I just… I don’t know to talk to people… I think I’m going to start writing letters to him then. I’ll do that. I like that idea. Alright, I have a solution I believe! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make all things new, you makes all thing new. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He can make me new, a better person! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every fear and accusation, under my feet, when time and space are through, I’ll be found in you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m gonna be okay, I know it! I just feel so much better, after writing this! And listening to that song. I get it. I’m gonna be just fine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this ocean of pain that is mine, throw me a lifeline. &lt;/em&gt;There’s ocean obstructing me and God and it’s breaking me, what else could? I gotta fix this! Be back soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2001697927366716163?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2001697927366716163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-merin-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2001697927366716163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2001697927366716163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-merin-days.html' title='One of those Merin days…'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-951644119172022656</id><published>2010-12-15T04:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:14:22.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger on iPhone</title><content type='html'>I just got this program and wanted to test it... Spamming to follow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-951644119172022656?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/951644119172022656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogger-on-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/951644119172022656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/951644119172022656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogger-on-iphone.html' title='Blogger on iPhone'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5783151680995618799</id><published>2010-12-02T02:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T02:39:10.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running off on a Tangent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was originally gong to post part 2 of Time. . But I'm easily distracted:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love the Doctor. He's the best idea since sliced bread. He’s the Lord of Time. And unfortunately, the last one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was watching reruns of &amp;quot;The Last of the Time Lords' and had to stop the video when the Doctor wept for the Master. He was the sort of man who forgave his arch-enemy because they were the last time lords in existence. The Doctor held this silly hope that he and the Master world spend the rest of eternity together, locked up, &amp;quot;finally in peace or battling across the stars. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He just didn't want to be alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The depth of loneliness, I just couldn't fathom it. It broke my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine being the very last human being in the Universe. The whole of the universe, 156 billion light years, countless different worlds and peoples and lives; and not a single one like you. If I could comprehend that notion, that idea even a fraction of it in my head… to be the last of your kind. I'd go mad with loneliness too. And it isn't even the worst for US because we're human. We'll live at the most a hundred years, then we can surrender to sweet death. Can the Doctor? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not unless he was trying to. He's the Doctor, a Time Lord, he doesn't die just like that. And he’s not a coward. He wouldn’t give up on life. So he lives on. He remembers. He carries the burden of an entire species on his shoulders. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine the horror, the despair, the pain. The survivors guilt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Above all, the loneliness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5783151680995618799?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5783151680995618799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-off-on-tangent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5783151680995618799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5783151680995618799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-off-on-tangent.html' title='Running off on a Tangent'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3788902102969754501</id><published>2010-11-10T03:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:00:17.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time… and other anomalies (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Not Guilty Restaurant, Oerlikon, Zürich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; All Love- Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: I was going to use internet and properly cite all the information here, but seeing as the Not Guilty Restaurant internet is refusing to connect me, well, any mistakes here I blame my boss. Wait he pays me, no I blame the internet. I am Not Guilty. (Wasn’t that pretty genius? I know. And the Master thinks he’s going to be supreme ruler of the universe. Right.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;This particular thought has been running like a crazy rabbit around my brain for a couple years now. It’s something that I give a couple minutes of a week to and then forget about all over again. It’s something I don’t really want to think about, but it never lets me forget that it’s there, that it’s the truth and something I don’t particularly want to acknowledge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lets go to the beginning of this whole monster of a thought monstrosity. Well, not the real beginning, no one has actually been there, but it does cover us. The very background of the birth of the universe, echoing in every part of the universe called Microwave Background Radiation. But I digress. Let’s return to a more reason beginning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grade 12, Physics with Mr. Whisen in Canada. I love Mr. Whisen, he is one of those teachers who know how to get his students truly interested and amazed by a subject many deem too complicated or simply boring. While studying the history of physics, I realized that at a certain point in the 1800’s, Physics had become a dead science. Scientists were of the assumption that all knowledge about the universe, in the most physical sense of the word that is, was unlocked and open to them all, and focused their efforts on the other sciences, like biology and earth sciences. Geology became quite popular. Physics got stuck in the middle of the pile of things that were labeled ‘been there, done that’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Boy were they wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little tiger that blew the old physics universe apart is called Blackbody Radiation. I don’t really want to explain a lot of it except that its called Blackbody Radiation. It does this thing that Classical Physics (the old Physics) couldn’t explain. In fact, it went against the very rules of Classical Physics. That was when Einstein and some other scientists came along with the Wave-Particle Duality of Light. Anyways, come the early mid nineties, Physicists are thrown into the world on Quantum Physics, of bosons and neutrinos and so &lt;strong&gt;much uncertainty &lt;/strong&gt;(Heisenberg would’ve loved that). Particles refused to be where they should be, the possibility that matter could appear and disappear (stamping on the withered foot of the laws of conversation of mass, energy and what not). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the world that had seemed simple was completely foreign. Suddenly everything seemed possible. math showed that without multiple (as in 11 + dimensions), some coiling into others in such intricate designs, the universe might not exist. Could it be possible that the universe is actually made up of strings? That we might exist in post one of countless universe in the membrane (or brane) of a multiversity Nobody knows. And everyone is fighting about it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only thing they all agree about is this: the universe is stranger and more frightening than ever before. . . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Douglas Adams wrote in his “Hitchhikers Guide” that if someone where to ever discover how this universe worked and exactly what itwas for, H would be instantly replaced with something even stranger. Bullseye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I know that was ridiculously long for an intro I but I’ve decided to blog about this and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’ve get 2 years worth of ideas swarming in my head. I’ve been told that I’ve got quite the dangerous brain. Let’s put it to work then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For now, I’m signing off, I’ll be back with Part II soon enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: I totally got connection right now, but seeing as its the day after I wrote this, and this has got more to do with philosophy-ness that science, I’ll let you all correct any mistakes out there! Its a bit like String Theory this note, science and philosophy… thank God I have no flamers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3788902102969754501?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3788902102969754501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-and-other-anomalies-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3788902102969754501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3788902102969754501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-and-other-anomalies-part-i.html' title='Time… and other anomalies (Part I)'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4578876748120781899</id><published>2010-10-02T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:27:27.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Fielding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The mighty boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Brand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Amstell'/><title type='text'>Lemonade</title><content type='html'>Long story short, I was watching Grandma's House, when I thought I'd check twitter which ended up leading me here. I read my last post...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to realize that it read like it was written by a child dizzy on lemonade (yes, I stole that from Noel Fielding!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think there is an actual point to this blogpost. I reading One Piece too! There is something sooo good about a reading a chapter of a manga that hasn't been out for the last 4 weeks... its like when you're a kid, and you get a birthday present from that crazy rich uncle of yours who's never around, but FINALLY shows up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like meeting Willy Wonka... or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend that day cooking and cleaning, and feeling 10 years my age. Mind you, that'd make me only 28... but I assume 28 years old do a lot of that... at least the ones I know do... I don't know how adults do it... its like cleaning day in and day out... thank God I'm irresponsible enough to leave it until I'm sneezing of dust before I clean. Imagine how clean this house would be, and how annoyed I would be, if I was 28... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not go down that particular alley. I'm going to watch Simon Amstell and laugh till I miss gothic detectiveness and switch to Russell and Noel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Noel Fielding, I started watching The Mighty Boosh! 15 people on Noel's hair.. I love him! Random quote from episode 2 Mutants 'Don't touch the hair!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4578876748120781899?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4578876748120781899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/10/lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4578876748120781899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4578876748120781899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/10/lemonade.html' title='Lemonade'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4847407298018636438</id><published>2010-09-28T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:56:00.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Fielding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Mind the Buzzcocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Brand'/><title type='text'>British Humour!</title><content type='html'>It has been a bloody long while my readers... whoever is out there that is. There is a reason for this and by the time you learn it I will be safe in Isengard! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja. You guessed it. I'm reading Lord of the Rings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to more important issues! I've been watching a lot of British panel shows lately. Like Never Mind the Buzzcocks and QI. Mainly NMTB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I watched it due to the Doctor Who themed episode, then I saw a few Simon Amstell episodes and he's chocolate fudging hilarious! And if that didn't top it, then came Noel Fielding, who is the most adorably cruel in a most sexy of ways man that I have ever seen on television. I am getting ahead of myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, NMTB is a panel show about pop music. It first had 17 series with Mark Lamarr who is terribly brilliant in that no-he-didn't-! sort of way, then Simon Amstell came who made Britney Spears cry (on Pop World not NMTB). He was socially very very disturbingly awkward in a way that made me adore him. This makes no difference as to what I think of him, but he is gay, and there is an episode where he is discussing female genitalia with Stephen Fry who is also gay... hilarious! He's more clever-funny that hehe-funny. Where you know you are laughing at yourself and not just laughing. I love it! UNFORTUNATELY, he left! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we got quite the jewel after that, as seen on his awesome awesome CLOAK! That'd be Noel bloody Fielding for you! Noel is the most adorable man I have ever seen on TV. It's hard to imagine a 37 year old man being adorable, (then again, David Tennant does it with no difficulty!) but there is a part where he smashes this satsuma into pieces, and what I noticed was that while the others were laughing, Noel had his face covered, saying 'I have absolutely no idea why I did that!' Spontaneous? Probably. Hilarious? Definitely! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noel Fielding is officially my new celebrity crush. It was David Tennant for a freakish long time, and then Benedict Cumberbatch for the first 10 minutes of Sherlock (till I wikipediaed him and realized that he was older that my dad), and Ed Byrne till I realized he was married... silly I know, but I can't like a celebrity who's involved with someone, its not something I can actually explain, but the moment I realize they're involved, they remain awesome and I love their work and all, but the click is gone:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its not like a proper crush where I dream of him or something, I just think he's brilliant and should be put on a -get-drunk-and-do-unspeakable-things-with list somewhere! And I love his clothes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's with Russell Brand a lot, and honestly, Russell is cool. He's funny, and articulate. I love that he uses a full arsenal of vocabulary just to be funny! You know he isn't stupid, but sometimes, his funny is too much. I don't mind it, but I like Noel's better... dunno why...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else? Loved Ed Byrne, he's sarcastic and Irish, which I love! (like Graham Norton, who I also love!) Thats a special brand of humour, I tell ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm done, that was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4847407298018636438?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4847407298018636438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/09/british-humour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4847407298018636438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4847407298018636438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/09/british-humour.html' title='British Humour!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5410435036828024402</id><published>2010-07-22T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:38:44.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dabbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Location: Kilchberg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Music: Viva la Vida – Coldplay – Viva la Vida or Death and all his Friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mood: Viva la Vida!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me quote Ianto Jones from Torchwood by saying that I dabble when it comes to music. From Ciara to Nightwish and Yanni to Tokio Hotel and Hillsong to AC/DC or some A.R. Rahman, I’m open-minded. I’m not hating on saying people who refuse to listen to anything but Rock or only Rap, that’s fine by me. Music is personal, and you should be able to choose how it works for you. Enjoy it! I had a friend Heather, who told me that Fall Out Boy sucked for not being half as good as the good old bands like Foreigner. I was 15, felt like an idiot for listening to Fall Out Boy. What people need to realize is that it’s not that same thing, Foreigner is amazing, but Fall Out Boy is a fun, let me just feel like a kid again sort of band:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Of course there is awful music out there, has anyone heard cough cough k$sha? Because that’s exactly what impressionable children of today need to see, right? Yeah. Please note the sarcasm)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, the point is, I dabble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m just sort of dancing upon clouds of music and settling on whatever tickles my fancy. Then I sort of decide to lie on the cloud for a couple of weeks, or months, or years. When I picked up Hillsong, I stayed there for a full year and some. Never really got over them, I still get so excited when they release a new one… What I’m trying to explain is that I don’t get bored with music and move along, I still like whatever I listened to before. I think I grow with the musicians I listen to. For example, I want to note Hilary Duff. I adored her first CD Metamorphism when it came out. Nowadays, the songs are very memory-enticing but nothing more, I don’t relate well to them anymore… however, I do with her newer CD’s. Then there’s music I didn’t understand and do now. Coldplay during like 2002(I was 10), was exquisitely dark and melancholic and abrasive and I think I just wasn’t mature enough to understand them, so I put them in a pile of strange music I should come back to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were a cloud I skipped off of, and I just landed back onto them. It’s still exquisitely dark and melancholic, and &lt;em&gt;beautiful. &lt;/em&gt;When I listen to their music, I get a feel of 1850’s London, of this &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;dark and angsty (but not a Simple Plan, teenager angst sort of way). It’s a rainy day in London, everybody is dressed up in uncomfortable clothes that nobody wants to wear, lots of black, lots of fog and haziness and just plain confusion on the dirty streets of London. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I get stuck on songs, and at them moment it is Viva la Vida by Coldplay, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Viva La Vida&amp;quot; soars in with a grandiose instrumental arrangement and sweeping lyrics detailing the pain of being deposed from a lofty position. The big sound of the song constantly verges on becoming overblown, but Coldplay know how to walk the tightrope perfectly. Bells and chimes and orchestral swells are all there on the chorus, but Chris Martin's voice still pierces through like a clarion call. Lyrically, the pain of the protagonist is clear, but the sweep of words about Jerusalem bells, Roman cavalry, and Saint Peter give &amp;quot;Viva La Vida&amp;quot; an air of intelligence rare in today's most popular pop songs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;—Bill Lamb, &lt;i&gt;About.com&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will probably be on this cloud for a VERY long time, I’ve got 4 albums to go through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5410435036828024402?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5410435036828024402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/dabbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5410435036828024402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5410435036828024402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/dabbling.html' title='Dabbling'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4285186916445538779</id><published>2010-07-18T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:05:04.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent and the Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;People who know me know that I don’t know jack about art. I can do manga, when I’m bored or in my most artistic moments, but for the most part, going to the Kunsthaus here in Zürich just makes me feel uneducated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I look at art, and I see what I see, I don’t see the different styles and patterns or the distinct signature works of who knows who. I see a mother and child, or pretty angles, or nice colours. And that might make me ignorant, but let me tell you something special. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My little sisters crayon drawings are ten times more wonderful and amazing and touching than any van Gogh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I don’t want to. I don’t want to analyse art,&amp;#160; I just want to enjoy it. I don’t want to spend my live surrounded by beautiful art. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I have one exception. Van Gogh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course, this leads back to Doctor Who. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s the quote that I adored from Vincent: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. &lt;i&gt;[the starscape slowly transforms into &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Starry_Night"&gt;The Starry Night&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;]&lt;/i&gt; And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is our universe, and van Gogh saw such beauty in it that I wish I could be there, with the Doctor and Amy and van Gogh, holding his hand and seeing his world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then this one: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The Doctor has taken the Vincent forward in time to the van Gogh exhibition in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse%C3%A9_d%27Orsay"&gt;Museé d'Orsay&lt;/a&gt;, 2010]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Doctor&lt;/b&gt;: Dr Black? We met a few days ago; I asked you about &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Church_at_Auvers"&gt;The Church at Auvers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr Black&lt;/b&gt;: Ah, yes; glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Doctor&lt;/b&gt;: And today is another cracker if I may say so. &lt;i&gt;[steering Dr Black into Vincent's vicinity]&lt;/i&gt; But I just wondered between you and me in 100 words where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr Black&lt;/b&gt;: Well... big question, but to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his most command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstacy and joy and magnificence of our world... no-one had ever done it before. Perhaps no-one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Vincent, already in shock, starts breaking down in tears]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor&lt;/b&gt;: Vincent, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, is it too much? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent&lt;/b&gt;: No, they are tears of joy! Thank you sir, thank you. &lt;i&gt;[kisses Dr Black in gratitude]&lt;/i&gt; Sorry about the beard. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heartbreaking that he died… but those words describe van Gogh completely… amazing!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4285186916445538779?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4285186916445538779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/vincent-and-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4285186916445538779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4285186916445538779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/vincent-and-doctor.html' title='Vincent and the Doctor'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-6701449637580208420</id><published>2010-07-18T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:29:04.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing Speed Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="display: block; padding-left: 60px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 40px; background: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; width: 300px; color: #009933; padding-top: 50px; font-family: times new roman, arial, serif; height: 100px; text-decoration: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;74 words&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Typing Speed Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-6701449637580208420?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/6701449637580208420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/typing-speed-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6701449637580208420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6701449637580208420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/07/typing-speed-test.html' title='Typing Speed Test'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1968909343632164423</id><published>2010-06-25T07:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:41:20.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hey People!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should write about Doctor Who because a whole bunch of ideas are running around in my head! But I just wanted to quickly note that my German blog is up and running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called:&lt;a href="http://zuerichvonmerin.blogspot.com/"&gt; Zurich durch Merins Augen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is, Zurich through Merin's Eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, will post something new soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1968909343632164423?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1968909343632164423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1968909343632164423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1968909343632164423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2256134014261539954</id><published>2010-06-19T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:56:05.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG. I can’t wait its today!! Will write about it later I have to get it first OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2256134014261539954?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2256134014261539954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/doctor-who-season-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2256134014261539954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2256134014261539954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/doctor-who-season-finale.html' title='DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3760681875025397566</id><published>2010-06-19T06:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:59:03.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could really use a wish right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Kilchberg, Zürich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Airplanes – B.O.B. Ft. Hayley Williams &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I usually don’t love Rap… to tell you the truth, I kinda basically sorta hate it to hueco mundo and beyond. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I heard something that really touched me. I’m just going to post it because I don’t actually know why it touches me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky were like shooting stars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I would also do anything to pretend that I got a wish or two right now, but I’m wishing on airplanes here, people. And hoping to God it’s not going to crash on me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3760681875025397566?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3760681875025397566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-could-really-use-wish-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3760681875025397566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3760681875025397566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-could-really-use-wish-right-now.html' title='I could really use a wish right now'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2725461748529936593</id><published>2010-06-11T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:07:37.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Sommer ist endlich hier!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ort:&lt;/strong&gt; Kilchberg, Zürich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musik:&lt;/strong&gt; Waka Waka (This Time For Africa!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gefühl:&lt;/strong&gt; verärgert, weil mein Internet so langsam ist!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heute hat meinen Vater mir gesagt, pass darauf auf, dass du nicht zu dunkel wirst, denn niemand aus Indien wird mich heiraten. Bleh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DANN habe ich gedacht, dass es so komisch ist, dass die Leute hier gebraunt werden wollen, und wir Inder heller werden wollen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Egal ob wir Inder oder Kanadier oder Schweizer sind, sind wir nie zufrieden, eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wenn ich gebraunter Haut will, soll ich es nicht, weil dass nicht akzeptabel ist… warum sollen wir wegen unseres Ausehens beurteilt werden? Wie ist das fair? Wenn ich dunkler wäre, würde ich nicht dummer werden! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ich werde das NIE verstehen!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Muss schlafen, sonst werde ich morgen bis zum 19uhr schlafen:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2725461748529936593?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2725461748529936593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/die-sommer-ist-endlich-hier.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2725461748529936593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2725461748529936593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/die-sommer-ist-endlich-hier.html' title='Die Sommer ist endlich hier!!!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2107765888153376716</id><published>2010-06-04T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:37:53.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Keeping a fun face on is chocolate fudging hard. Period.</title><content type='html'>Location: Uster, by Sanaa's house waiting for my bus which is coming in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Music: iPod is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Like my heart just shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome. I met a couple friends of Sanaa and Chris's. One is hilarious and had to deal with most of my craziness, the other is Indian and reminds me of a really good friend who I missed today. I went a little crazy, had a crapload of java. End of the day, Sanaa told me to keep being such a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda really glad only Allison and co read my blog cause this hurts like a witch spelled wrong. I am not okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time in all of my short but crazy 18 years... I missed my mom. I always say, I don't need a mom, I don't remember her and I don't know what it is like to even have one. What do moms do? What are you looking at me for, I don't know. How the heck should I know I don't have one. Didn't really matter to me. I loved being an independent girl, loved being a mom to Josh so early. Baby brother if you are reading this I adore you, you are so sweet and loving and I'm sorry I know I can be really freaking hard on you, I just don't know how to be a big sister and a mom at the same time. I'm so sorry cause I can't tell you what mom was like, I can't be like her because I have no idea who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put on a brave face all day, and I feel like crap, worse that crap. I feel awful. I have never missed my mom, never missed a mother. Today I was sitting in Greifensee. That is where my mom learned to ride a bike. That is where she took me as a child. Not that I remember, but my dad does. I'm hurting and I don't know how to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it. I want to write about it, and have you understand that I am not crazy, I'm just putting on a mask, and my mask is caffeine induced craziness. And I do remember being real sad about my grandpa dying, and falling in and out of love. And let me tell you, love is a cold-hearted bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was nothing compared to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like shit, God why did you do this to me? I'm not angry at him as much as I am confused and wondering why he would break me.  I could have been a normal kid, grew up here, and did whatever. But no, I just have to be the one to be fat and awkward and motherless and broken and it's not fair. But that is how life goes baby. I gotta get over it, make me stronger and pray to God I don't harden up. I want to be the happy person I was today without the craziness. I want to be stronger and not hurt for stupid reasons.  I want my mom, I want her to tell me that it's okay, it's life, move along. I don't want to inherit just her face and her sickness, I want to inherit her heart- and when I die, I want people who knew me to talk about me the way they talk about my mom. Don't tell I'm too young to talk about my death, I've known death all my life, its been behind me and laughing at me so long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was okay most of the day, then I had someone ask me if my mom was calling to call me home. Most kids are like darn it my mom wants me home by this time and this place and blah blah blah. I would never say that, if it was, it was because my mom was worried, and she loves me and she wants to take care of me and wants me safe. I was like no, it was my dad. It sucked, because I can never say, "hold on its my mom" So sons and daughters, don't ever complain when your mom fusses about you, she loves you, she worries about you and there are men and women out there who would give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;to have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love my mom. I don't know her to love her. I want my mom. And I want something that my dad can't give me, he's got five other kids and I'm the eldest, I should be helping, not causing trouble. And I do have a stepmom, and its not the same. I used to think, if that's what a mom is like, I don't want one. But that's not a mom, that's a stepmom, and I'm a luckier Cinderella minus the Knight in Shining Armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH I am such a drama queen. I can't help it, I've never felt so bad in my life. I'll shut up now. But you all gotta know something. I'm not the happiest camper around and if I seem too much like it, please just let me be, I don't want to talk about it, I'd rather write about it. Read about it later, don't tell me I'm crazy,  I know it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanaa, Chris, Martin and Rajiv I love you for that, you let me be me and just smiled through the strangeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll get over it. I will, because its me, so thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch me a bus home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2107765888153376716?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2107765888153376716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-fun-face-on-is-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2107765888153376716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2107765888153376716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-fun-face-on-is-chocolate.html' title='Keeping a fun face on is chocolate fudging hard. Period.'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2391969547215181317</id><published>2010-05-28T14:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:59:40.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB3RS got cancelled?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Location: Kilchberg, Zürich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TV: Devil Card, Numb3rs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mood: Disappointed and Annoyed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cannot believe this. I was checking sidereel on the what deal was with Numb3rs and oh-for-Riemans-sake it was bloody cancelled! What the dickens is going on here? Numb3rs is a brilliant show, it used real math, works with TI, the stories are brilliant and it bloody got cancelled!!! This is the world of Ridley Scott!! Who produced Gladiator! I am so annoyed right now that I cannot think straight…   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2391969547215181317?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2391969547215181317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/numb3rs-got-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2391969547215181317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2391969547215181317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/numb3rs-got-cancelled.html' title='NUMB3RS got cancelled?????'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7142388754057633614</id><published>2010-05-19T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:38:05.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;I freaking love them. It is ridiculous how badly I used to dislike yellow, and how much I &lt;em&gt;adore &lt;/em&gt;sunflowers. I know, crazy lock me up and throw away the key already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They`re just big and yellow and tall and bright. And they grow all over Kilchberg, and I haven't seen any in Oetwil am See… but I know I will soon enough. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HOWEVER: There is a reason behind the freakiness. A logic behind the craziness. That is right. There is a reason. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know, crazy eh? Since when does Merin Chacko that is right Merin Chacko ever have a reason for anything? What is the world coming to? Well according to Sam and Dean Winchester, its the Apocalypse baby (THANK GOD THEY STOPPED THAT ONE: GO ERIC KRIPKE!!!). As for the real world, well… I am probably just breathing up too much volcano dust here in Europe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrighty, to get the the point. The Answer. The 42 of this particular post. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Think about it, why are these flowers called sunflowers? Because they always face the sun. They orient themselves and move according to where the sun moves. These are, cultured sunflowers that is. For some reason, wild sunflowers do not exhibit heliotropism. Funny, eh? I always think of it like this: Two types of people, ones who have been found and their seeds nurtured, feed with the world of God and taken care of. People who orient their lives towards their creator and their sustenance. Then the wild ones, who haven't quite gotten there yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I need a role model for anything, it would be sunflowers. Their sustenance and life is the sun, they follow its every movement as the earth moves around. God is our daily bread, OF COURSE we should be like his sunflowers, following him in every way. It reminds me of the song by ´Hillsong London, Follow the Son (or Sun:P)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I follow the Son      &lt;br /&gt;You’re the only One       &lt;br /&gt;Let Your kingdom come       &lt;br /&gt;I’m giving it all       &lt;br /&gt;To the One I love       &lt;br /&gt;I follow the Son       &lt;br /&gt;Jesus holy One       &lt;br /&gt;Let Your will be done       &lt;br /&gt;I give it all to You       &lt;br /&gt;You are everything to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am just excited that I found yet another connection in my daily life to God. I should get brownie points! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7142388754057633614?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7142388754057633614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunflowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7142388754057633614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7142388754057633614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunflowers.html' title='Sunflowers'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-423184686171915430</id><published>2010-05-08T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:11:34.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Reading</title><content type='html'>Location: Kilchberg, Zürich&lt;div&gt;Music: It´s Your Love - Hillsong - Faith + Hope + Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood: lazy... sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have to think about how I learned English as a child, it easily goes back to the Rosemeade Elementary School's Library in Dallas. I remember the Librarians freaking out as they watched a 10 year carry a pile of books taller than herself out the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love romance, adventure, animal stories, manga, manhwa, comics, history. I adore fantasy. And I like non-fiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will read J.K. Rowling, and Ursula Leguine, Tolkien and Kenneth Opel. Al Gore and Barack Obama. Douglas Adams is a literary genius, and Margaret Atwood? Tell me you didn't like Oryx and Crake. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseine broke my heart. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants made me fall of the chair in laughter. Kathy Reichs' unbelievably concocted forensic investigations have me not sleeping at night, but that is NOTHING compared to what James Patterson writes. Or see that even though the story was a brilliant idea, Stephanie Meyer can't write for her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I am the closest possible representation of Hermione Jane Granger. A muggle version of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basic reason why I've just had a conversation inside my head as to what my favourite book is, and why I'm in total bookworm mode- is that I've picked up some books in German. Now don't freak yet, it´s only The Philospher's Stone (or... Der Stein der Weise) and Kathy Reichs' Knochen zu Asche (Bones to Ashes)... but it's fun, and I am definitely learning. It can be rather hysteric for example, when Hagrid is speaking in German- I can't help but imagine him with a swiss german dialect because of his west country accent! Or Draco with a Berlin accent, simply because its such a clear accent, and I would expect that arrogant Pure-Blood freak to speak with strong t's and what not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albus Dumbledore would have a Bremen accent. I really hope to God that my german teacher doesn't read that part... though he has only seen the first movie, I might have nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, keeping my fingers crossed:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to watch the movies in German. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So any ways, Verwandlungen- Tranfiguration. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1015167832293266008-423184686171915430?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/423184686171915430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/importance-of-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/423184686171915430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/423184686171915430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/importance-of-reading.html' title='The Importance of Reading'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2963951221867390444</id><published>2010-05-02T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:01:59.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kritik: Doctor Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/jun2009/8/5/dr-who-sifr-163316284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/jun2009/8/5/dr-who-sifr-163316284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Der Fernseh-Serie mit dem Titel ,,Doctor Who'' wurde im Jahr 1963 von dem Regisseur Sydney Newman gedreht. Diese Serie ist die längstlaufende Sci-Fi Serie der Wekt, Von 1994 bis 2005 gab es ein Hiatus, aber auch heute gibt es auf BBC Doctor Who.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Es handelt um einem Zeitreisender, der nur als ,,Der Doktor" bekannt ist. Er ist ein Ausserirdischer (ein Time Lord) von Planeten Gallifrey. Es ist etwa 900 Jahre alt und der letzte der Time Lords, die älteste Wesen des Universums. Durch die Jahrzehnte haben schon elf Schauspieler die Rolle des Doktors gespielt. Das ist doch möglich und kein ,,Jump the Shark", weil er als Time Lord eine ganz spezielle Eigenschaft hat. Er ist unsterblich, aber es gibt einen Nachteil. Jedes Mal, wenn er in tödlicher Gefahr ist, kann er sich heilen. Dadurch bekommt er einen neuen Körper und eine ziemlich verschiedene Persönlichkeit. Mit dieser Idee überlebt die Serie, weil es NIE langweilig wird. Der der zeitige Doktor wird von Matt Smith gespielt. Er ist seit 2 Monaten der elfte Doktor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Der Handlung könnte man in wenigen Sätzen so zusammenfassen: In jeder Staffel gibt es einen neuen ,,Companion" einen Menschen, der mit dem Doktor in seiner Zeitmaschine (TARDIS) durch Zeit und Raum fährt. Im ,,Doktor Who" - Universum wird der Mensch durch das ganze Universum fahren und das allmächtigste Wesen sein. (Er weiss es, weil er in die Zukunft schon gefahren ist). Er sieht die Time Lords im Menschen und liebt die Erde. Aber im Laufe der Zeit kommen viele Aliens zur Erde, um den Menschen zu zerstören, aber der Doktor und seine Companions retten die Welt jedes Mal. Manchmal geht die Episode um andere Planeten, die er retten wird. Normalerweise gehen die Zeitreisenden irgendwohin, um etwas interessantes und eigenartiges zu erleben, oder um Spass zu haben. Dann plötzlich kommt irgendein Problem, und so beginnt das Adenteuer, die Welt zu retten. Der Doktor ist eine Genie, aber in jeder Episode wird es klar, dass er ein Time Lord mit Idealen ist. &lt;b&gt;Er ist eine umberechenbare clowneske Person, die eine Quelle grössten Alters, Weisheit, Ernst und sogar Dunkelheit versteckt.&lt;/b&gt; Die Special-Effekts sind nicht die Besten, aber der Doktor ist so eine interessante Figur, dass man kaum uninteressiert bleiben kann. Seine Idealen sind es, die ihn zum Vorbild machen. Er hat Mitgefühl, er ist ein glühender Pazifist, und hat sich ganz der Erhaltung des fühlenden Lebens, menschlich oder anderweitig, gewidmet. Es ist nicht die Geschichte (obwohl sie auch ganz interessant ist), die Doktor Who so erfolgreich macht, sondern den Rätsel das der Doktor darstellt. Der Doktor ist zeitlos, deswegen ist er ein Vorbild für Jung und Alt in Grossbritannien und um der Welt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;,,Doktor Who" ist meiner Meinung nach sehr Lehrreich, denn der Doktor hat uns immer eine Idee oder eine Philosophie zu lehren. Ich denke, dass er wie ein alter, gütiger Vater ist. Was passierte, wenn man einfach sehr alte und gütig und ganz total allein wäre? Wenn man so viel Gewalt, Krieg und Leid gesehen hätte? Der Doktor ist nicht bitter geworden. &lt;b&gt;Wenn er nur so alt und gütig und der letzte seiner Art wäre, könnte er nicht einfach da stehen und zusehen, wenn die Kinder nach Hilfe weinen. Was für einen Vater tut das?&lt;/b&gt; Wir müssen ihm wie der Ameisen erscheinen, wie wir auf unserem Planeten laufen und unser eigenes Ding machen. Der Doktor existiert nicht, aber mir ist die Idee, dass es jemanden gibt, der sich um unsere Welt kümmert, dass mir geschützt gefühlt macht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diese Serie ist nicht nur ganz gutes Sci-Fi... es ist zeitlos und berührt das Herz. Meiner Meinung nach der Mensch ist durch ,,Doktor Who" total verändert. Manchmal wenn ich die Zukunft der ,,Doktor Who"- Welt sehe, bin ich noch mehr ermutigt, unsere Welt zu verändern, damit wir nicht so eine schlimme Zukunft hätten. Ich sehe viele TV-Serien (Tja, vielleicht zu viel) wie House, Bones, Fringe, Supernatural, usw. Aber nur mit ,,Doktor Who" lerne ich, mich zu verbessern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Merin Chacko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2963951221867390444?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2963951221867390444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/kritik-doctor-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2963951221867390444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2963951221867390444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/05/kritik-doctor-who.html' title='Kritik: Doctor Who'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5517335509615129891</id><published>2010-04-29T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:05:33.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine Prognose: Die Welt im Jahre 2100</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Die Welt im Jahre 2100 wird ganz anders sein als heute. Alles wird sich ändern, von dem was wir essen und trinken dazu wie wir wohnen, fahren und arbeiten. Im Jahre 2100 werden wir durch IV essen und trinken. Wir werden alle Vitamine und Minerale durch IV bekommen, weil es günstiger und schneller als Essen ist. Wir werden auch nicht nur auf der Erde wohnen, sondern auch darunter und auch unterwasser und auf dem Mars. Wir wohnen mehr unter der Erde alse darauf, deswegen wird die Erde wie früher, voll mit Leben und Natur. Die Umweltsysteme können alles wiederverwerten und haben holographische Technologie, damit man ganz natürlich fühlen kann, als ob man auf der Erde wäre. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Die Unterwelt-und-wasser-Bahn (UWWB) wird das wichtigste Verkehrsmittel. Man wird damit von New York nach Hong Kong durch die Erde fahren können, und es wird nur 30 minuten dauern. Das wird die Arbeit wirklich ändern. Man wird am Morgen einen Termin in Tokio haben und nachher yu einer Konfereny in Toronto gehen. Die Wirtschaftliche Welt wird noch internationaler sein. Man wird auch auf dem Mars arbeiten, wo man Wasser gefunden haben wird. Geschäfte werden auch ywischen den Planeten abgewickelt. Am Schluss wird es klar, obwohl das Meschengeschlecht weiter gekommen ist als emals früher, wird es auch enger als emals früher. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ich freue mich darauf, dass das Menschengeschlecht lernen wird, sich um die Welt zu kümmern und ihr Priorität zu geben. Ich freue mich auch darauf, dass wir so ein innovatives Geschlecht sein werden, und dass wir so viel mehr Kenntinisse haben werden. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5517335509615129891?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5517335509615129891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/meine-prognose-die-welt-im-jahre-2100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5517335509615129891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5517335509615129891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/meine-prognose-die-welt-im-jahre-2100.html' title='Meine Prognose: Die Welt im Jahre 2100'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5812224557675337338</id><published>2010-04-22T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:50:24.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with an even bigger fist.&amp;#160; If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally.&amp;#160; Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power.&amp;#160; His fairness.&amp;#160; His very existence.&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;#160; She never claimed conceited omnipotence.&amp;#160; She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves.&amp;#160; To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge.&amp;#160; Go play outside.&amp;#160; Go get a job. &lt;strong&gt; Or, better yet, lend me a hand.&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I have no time for idle whining.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… and that basically summarizes my entire view of earth and environmental responsibility. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope everyone was extra-super-conscious of being environmentally conscious and responsible. April 22nd is Earth Day, and this entire week was actually Earth Week. I am a fan of Earth Day because it is a day where we celebrate the Earth. Its beauty and fragility that man can’t seem to grasp. It’s the very thoughts and handiwork of God Himself. Earth, his Masterpiece. Environmentalists blame Christians because many Christians take on the belief that man has complete control of the planet, and if we destroy it, being God’s favourites- it’s fine… because he’s building a new home for us. These are the Christians I would like to call the&amp;#160; thick-headed, self-righteous, pompous Pharisees of the 20th Century. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are not the spoiled youngest child in the family who gets away with everyone. No way in hell, heaven or anywhere else buddy. It is simply our &lt;strong&gt;insufferable arrogance&lt;/strong&gt; that assumes that it’s all there for us simply to enjoy. We are not entitled to the planet. We are responsible for it. He put the animals under our control, not for us to exploit it and not give a shit about them, but to take care of them. He cares for the hungry sparrow, why wouldn’t he care for his every small creation? We have a responsibility, and it’s time we stepped up to it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now we can pick a day a year, talk about what needs to be done, and then wait till next year because we didn’t have the time to finish what needed to be done, and after all- Earth Day is for the Earth, the rest is for us to do what we please with it. One day a year for the planet from which we take our very sustenance, without which we could not have survived. She shields us from UV Rays and produces the very air we breathe. What do we do in return? We give her a day a year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This might sound a bit cliché, but here’s the deal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Every single day on Earth is Earth Day.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every single day should be lived to minimize our ecological footprint as much as possible. Every single day should we be “eco-friendly” and “green”… Because if Earth decided, alright then, only April 22nd is Human Day. I’ll give them air and water, and protect them for the day. Guess what, we’d be dead, UV-roasted, suffocating, dehydrated meat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Do not mess with Mother Nature.&lt;/font&gt; She knows what she’s doing. And you know what, forget it. Forget the help part. She doesn’t want your help. She doesn’t want you to take care of her children, our siblings oh no- she just wants us to stop &lt;strong&gt;murdering&lt;/strong&gt; them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5812224557675337338?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5812224557675337338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-earth-dayd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5812224557675337338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5812224557675337338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-earth-dayd.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3951215008572183927</id><published>2010-04-22T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:05:07.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAITI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ort:&lt;/strong&gt; Kilchberg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musik:&lt;/strong&gt; What Have We Become? – Daughtry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stimmung:&lt;/strong&gt; Spekulativ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAITI:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Früher schrieb ich &lt;a href="http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/01/perspective-has-new-spelling-its-haiti.html"&gt;dieses Post&lt;/a&gt; über Haiti. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ich schrieb, ,,unsere Welt ist ein Chaos. Sie braucht Rechtmässigkeit. Sie braucht Hilfe. Aber wenn nicht jetzt, dann WANN? Wenn nicht uns, dann WER? Ich, und ihr auch.’’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ich schrieb auch, dass man viel Geld für Haiti gegeben hat. Trotzdem hungern die Kinder. Trotzdem wohnen die arme Bewohner in Zelten. Wo geht das Geld, dass die Welt in diesem Land ergossen haben? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meine Freundin war 3 Monaten in Haiti&amp;#160; and hat mir viel darüber erzählt. Sie hat mit ihrer Schwester Reis und andere Lebensmittel verteilt. Manche Leute hat ihr gesagt, ,,unsere Familie ist sehr gross, bitte geben Sie mehr.” Und meine Freundin, weil sie Mitgefühl hatte, gaben die Leute viel. Aber einmal als sie nichts zum Essen hatte und nach Essen suchen ging, sah sie einen Man, für den sie viel gratis Reis gegeben hat. Sie hat ihn befragt, was er machte. Er sagte, dass er Reis 10$/Kilo verkauft, und dass er nicht weniger akzeptiert.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leila hat ihm dieses Reis komplet gratis gegeben, und danach musste sie für dieses Reis bezahlen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ich habe gehört, dass Angst zeigt, was wirklich&amp;#160; in jemandes Herzen geschieht. Manchmal macht Angst Menschen wie Paul Rusesabagina während des ruandischen Völkermördes. Manchmal haben wir Menschen wie die in Haiti. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Das Problem ist nicht mehr, dass mit jedem Paar Hände, die in die Welt kommt, kommt es auch ein hungriger Magen. Vielmehr ist es, dass diese Hände zu scharfen Ellbogen verbunden kommen. (Michael L. Fischer, 1990)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Es is unglaublich traurig, dass man immer selbstsüchtiger wird. Aber was mir wirklich schockiert, ist dass dies keine Überraschung ist. Und? Was? Die Welt geht noch um. Leute leben und sterben. Kindern lacheln and weinen. Kriegen werden geführt. Der Mensch wird immer kälter und kälter. Und logischer, und kluger… bis er nicht mehr ein Mensch ist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Und wisst ihr was?&amp;#160; Das ist Entwicklung, das ist Fortschritt. Es ist gut. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oder was? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3951215008572183927?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3951215008572183927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3951215008572183927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3951215008572183927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiti.html' title='HAITI'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1794405558775985348</id><published>2010-04-20T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:18:22.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing in German</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Apologies, this note is just as structured as the last one, so basically- it’s not. So, apologies for the last note as well… just realized how freaky that note actually is… until I watched the part where the 11th Doctor chastised the Altraxi again… (“basically, run!” ahaha)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need to get AWAY from the Sci-Fi… Wait no. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not my fault that the best shows and books are SCI FI, that’s right people, I am not insane, unless we look at the whole Hitler thing in Grade 10 History, and Counting on You.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Right, moving on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DOCTOR WHO, loving it. Okay, I do have better things to write about than the super awesome show even if its super awesome and super awesomeness should be noted. (Awesomeness is totally a word, at least to me and one Laura Brown, so there)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, for those of you T.O’ers who have been reading the blog for a while (Send me Timmy’s or I swear I will turn to the Starbucks side!), remember how I said I was going to start another German blog? Yeah I lied. I’m too lazy to create a new template for a brand new German blog and convert everything, and then when it’s all pretty- still have to deal with fudged German grammar and prepositions…LET’S NOT EVEN GET STARTED ON ADJEKTIV ENDINGS…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instead, me being my awesome genius future-world-dominating (See:Grade 10 History)self… naturally came up with a genius idea. It is so genius, that I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier…. whatever. It was still genius of me, just late genius. Just because of lack of coffee, or I would’ve done this much earlier. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m just going to post simultaneously in German and in English. That way it’ll all show up on my Facebook, where you guys read it, and I won’t have to make a new blog and connect it to Facebook, because frankly, I can’t remember how to do it, and I don’t have a single reason as to why I should do so anyways. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t think I’ll be just writing things in German and translating into English, or vice versa- again with the too bothersome idea (I sound like crap-what’s-his-name-the-dude-in-Naruto-with-the-shadow-power, “it’s too bothersome”… ). That way, if you’re ACTUALLY interested in all the crap that I write about, learn German, I’d recommend a school, but I just got my school bill, and those numbers are mole-sized… so no, go to University, forget about German for now. And if you’re really that interested, which I really really doubt… but hey I’m ready for any in-case-scenarios. There’s this really cool program. It’s super awesome (though not so much as Doctor Who). It’s called Google Language Tools. It’ll translate whole chunks of text for you!! Awesome? Right? Yeah. So have fun. Viel Spass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See now I wrote this whole note and my leg hurts (blame the mosquito) I don’t want to write in German now… but I actually have an idea for that post… so guess, I’ll be doing that now… I should get to the actual German hmwk I have to do… I’m writing about… that’s right, the Doctor himself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Argh, I get it, I’m getting obsessed with a show but HONESTLY. Ankur, Sagar, Xinou and Burhan, you guys remember writing seriously long Bleach conversations on my profile photo last year? At least 'I’m not doing that with DW right???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrighty, I am officially done with the notes that make me seem OD’d on something. I swear, I’m not. Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1794405558775985348?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1794405558775985348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/writing-in-german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1794405558775985348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1794405558775985348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/writing-in-german.html' title='Writing in German'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4129951770525054037</id><published>2010-04-04T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:22:11.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just saw Doctor Who…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGosh I am just amazed!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been soooo excited just waiting to see Matt Smith play The Doctor and he’s amazing!!! I have to admit… I thought he might copy a bit of The Tenth Doctor, but The Eleventh is a different kind of Doctor… I can’t explain it…. something about him was just different… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The whole episode made me just laugh, cry, break my heart, and be amazed at his portrayal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My favourite moment was probably when the Prisoner 0 turned into the Doctor and he looked at it like “that’s the best you could do” and the nurse goes “That’s you! Don’t you know that?” and he’s like “really? Had a long day” anyways… I thought it was hilarious that he was all “seriously? that’s what I look like?” &lt;em&gt;Poor Doctor really wants to be ginger, but he never gets it, eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also adored &lt;font size="4"&gt;“wibbly wobbly timey wimey” !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This note isn’t very nicely organized but I want it all out before I forget…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOWWW…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My absolute favourite part is The Doctor chastising the Atraxi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor: “Come on then, the Doctor will see you now!!!’'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atraxi: “You are not from this world”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor: “No but I’ve put alot of work into it”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atraxi: Is this world important?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor: Important? What kind of a question is that? 6 Billion people live here, is that important? Now here’s a better question, is this world a threat to the Atraxi? Oh come on you’re monitoring the whole planet, is this world a threat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atraxi: No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor: Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atraxi: No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor: Okay, One more, just one. Is this world protected? You’re not the first to come here, oh no there have been so many. And what you’ve got to ask is, what happened to them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello. I’m the Doctor. Basically. Run. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;AND THEY DID!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I love Matt Smith playing this part, he is amazing! The look on this face when he said “Okay, one more, just one” it was utter arrogance', which for some reason works so well for him!! He said it all with such authority:D I loved it!! Though I have to say, he reminded me a bit of Chris, the Ninth… the look on his face… brings back memories… anyways… gonna sleep now:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4129951770525054037?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4129951770525054037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/doctor-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4129951770525054037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4129951770525054037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/doctor-who.html' title='Doctor Who!!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2844796510561260378</id><published>2010-04-03T01:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:10:39.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey guys, it’s a bit late but I didn’t get a write about Earth Hour, which happened March 27th, 2010… just a note to all, its a world wide initiative to bring down our excessive use of energy and I want to thank everyone who participated in it. For more info, visit &lt;a href="http://www.wwf.com"&gt;www.wwf.com&lt;/a&gt;… its the World Wildlife Fund:) Take care and&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="6"&gt;STAY GREEN!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2844796510561260378?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2844796510561260378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2844796510561260378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2844796510561260378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-hour.html' title='EARTH HOUR'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5022327840717855230</id><published>2010-04-02T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:53:26.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucholsky: Das Ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ja, das möchste:    &lt;br /&gt;Eine Villa im Grünen mit großer Terrasse,     &lt;br /&gt;vorn die Ostsee, hinten die Friedrichstraße;     &lt;br /&gt;mit schöner Aussicht, ländlich-mondän,     &lt;br /&gt;vom Badezimmer ist die Zugspitze zu sehn -     &lt;br /&gt;aber abends zum Kino hast dus nicht weit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Das Ganze schlicht, voller Bescheidenheit: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Neun Zimmer - nein, doch lieber zehn!    &lt;br /&gt;Ein Dachgarten, wo die Eichen drauf stehn,     &lt;br /&gt;Radio, Zentralheizung, Vakuum,     &lt;br /&gt;eine Dienerschaft, gut gezogen und stumm,     &lt;br /&gt;eine süße Frau voller Rasse und Verve -     &lt;br /&gt;(und eine fürs Wochenend, zur Reserve) -     &lt;br /&gt;eine Bibliothek und drumherum     &lt;br /&gt;Einsamkeit und Hummelgesumm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Im Stall: Zwei Ponies, vier Vollbluthengste,    &lt;br /&gt;acht Autos, Motorrad - alles lenkste     &lt;br /&gt;natürlich selber - das wär ja gelacht!     &lt;br /&gt;Und zwischendurch gehst du auf Hochwildjagd. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ja, und das hab ich ganz vergessen:    &lt;br /&gt;Prima Küche - erstes Essen -     &lt;br /&gt;alte Weine aus schönem Pokal -     &lt;br /&gt;und egalweg bleibst du dünn wie ein Aal.     &lt;br /&gt;Und Geld. Und an Schmuck eine richtige Portion.     &lt;br /&gt;Und noch ne Million und noch ne Million.     &lt;br /&gt;Und Reisen. Und fröhliche Lebensbuntheit.     &lt;br /&gt;Und famose Kinder. Und ewige Gesundheit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ja, das möchste! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aber, wie das so ist hienieden:    &lt;br /&gt;manchmal scheints so, als sei es beschieden     &lt;br /&gt;nur pöapö, das irdische Glück.     &lt;br /&gt;Immer fehlt dir irgendein Stück.     &lt;br /&gt;Hast du Geld, dann hast du nicht Käten;     &lt;br /&gt;hast du die Frau, dann fehln dir Moneten -     &lt;br /&gt;hast du die Geisha, dann stört dich der Fächer:     &lt;br /&gt;bald fehlt uns der Wein, bald fehlt uns der Becher. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Etwas ist immer.    &lt;br /&gt;Tröste dich. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jedes Glück hat einen kleinen Stich.    &lt;br /&gt;Wir möchten so viel: Haben. Sein. Und gelten.     &lt;br /&gt;Daß einer alles hat:     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; das ist selten. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(1927) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5022327840717855230?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5022327840717855230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/tucholsky-das-ideal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5022327840717855230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5022327840717855230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/04/tucholsky-das-ideal.html' title='Tucholsky: Das Ideal'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5164791893508111681</id><published>2010-03-13T15:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:45:40.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home, Where else?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;tired and sore but sore isn’t actually a mood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Humanoid [German Version] – Tokio Hotel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing much to say. Started jogging with Sharon- last 2 weeks. And yeah. Having quite a week. Still depressed a bout Mr. Steffens. Still haven’t told Josh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kinda wishing I was humanoid though- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ich will mein Herz nicht [I don’t want my heart]    &lt;br /&gt;Ich will den Schmerz nicht [I don’t want the pain]     &lt;br /&gt;Ich will mein Kopf nicht [I don’t want my head]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then again. If I really think about it. It’s a bit like the Cybermen from Doctor Who. Their emotions were cut out to make them more efficient and what not. Do I really want to be emotionless? I don’t know if I would still be me then. The thing about emotions is that even though they really are a witch spelled wrong; they make us who we are. It’s what makes us different. Humans feel so much more than many other animals (as far as we know. Believe me, I think most animals can feel a lot more that we supposedly superior (note the sarcasm) humans think) and if you took that away I don’t know if we’re still human. It’s one of the things that I think helps us to move forward as a civilization as a whole. But then again, look at these quotes from Doctor Who: Rise of the Cybermen and from Doomsday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0684877/"&gt;Rose Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i&gt;On the Cybermen&lt;/i&gt;] They're people?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0855039/"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They were. Now they've had all their humanity taken away. That's a living brain jammed inside a cybernetic body, with a heart of steel. All emotions removed.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0684877/"&gt;Rose Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why no emotion?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0855039/"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Because it hurts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Interesting argument eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5164791893508111681?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5164791893508111681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/03/humanoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5164791893508111681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5164791893508111681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/03/humanoid.html' title='Humanoid'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2557648887858063012</id><published>2010-03-07T12:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:13:24.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back at an amazing teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home, Switzerland&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Rette Mich- Tokio Hotel- Schrei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Sad and devastated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last Thursday, the world lost a wonderful man. He was a president, or a soldier, or someone with great power or money. He wasn’t famous, or well-known. Not somebody who lead a group of revolutionary or a Nobel prize winner. He was so much more that all of that. He was a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mr. Steffens was my Home Room teacher in Grade 8, at Burnt Elm Public School, and then he taught my brother at Cheyne Public School.&amp;#160; He was an awesome teacher, in that he knew how to push us, to make us motivate ourselves. In German class, we were talking of teachers who knew how to put the right sort of pressure. There’s the ones who push us so hard and tire us out, and the ones who know how to bring out the part in us that pushed ourselves. That was Mr. Steffens. I used to hate him because he made it hard for me to get a good mark- but then it became quickly clear to me that he was only trying to push me harder. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t take teachers for granted. Teachers are special people who really do more than we will ever understand. They bear more responsibility than any other worker on this planet because they have to teach everything to the future generation. They shape our future more than anything. And losing one of them, is as big a tragedy as it can get. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’ll all miss Mr. Steffens. I know that there’s a whole load of things that the world will miss out on because we’ve lost him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2557648887858063012?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2557648887858063012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back-at-amazing-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2557648887858063012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2557648887858063012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back-at-amazing-teacher.html' title='Looking back at an amazing teacher'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3964439515204947647</id><published>2010-02-10T19:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:44:20.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spoilers!!!! The Death of Portgas D. Ace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a totally random post and follows no proper system. It’s just my initial reaction to the newest releases of OP, Naruto and Bleach. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ONE PIECE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay so I don’t actually know what is going to happen but with a title like that for one piece 574… I’m worried… you can’t kill Ace he’s amazing!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5 min later…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THEY KILLED HIM!! God lord why would he do that!!! I liked Ace I know he wasn’t major, like we didn’t learn much about him- but Luffy went this far for Ace and they killed his precious brother. He seems so precious and now he’s dead!! God this is like when Kakashi died in Naruto, but he came back to life… there better be something like that because I’m so sad right now. Poor Ace… he said he had no regrets but God his life makes me cry…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rest In Peace Portgas D Ace- Son of the Pirate King, and overall amazing Pirate. We’ll miss you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BLEACH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just finished reading Bleach. GOD I HATE AIZEN HAVE I EVER SAID HOW MUCH I HATE AIZEN? HE MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL!!!!! That jerk keeps hurting Hinamori! Now I’m not big fan of Hinamori cause the wuss just managed to pick herself up partially; and then that loser gets Hitsugaya to plunge a bloody sword into her!!! Why does he like tormenting the short and beautiful, I like Hitsugaya… God I hope Ichigo kills him soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NARUTO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And what the hell is it with annoying girls in Anime these days? Sakura will cause me to blow a fuse or something soon! Man its annoying, and then “Sasuke I will follow you!” What sort of a bloody plan is that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3964439515204947647?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3964439515204947647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/02/spoilers-death-of-portgas-d-ace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3964439515204947647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3964439515204947647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/02/spoilers-death-of-portgas-d-ace.html' title='spoilers!!!! The Death of Portgas D. Ace'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-37844225149197497</id><published>2010-01-28T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:27:02.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective has a new spelling- It’s Haiti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;nFor those of us who live under a rock, wait no- they would know this a bit better than others... Haiti. Earthquake. Not pretty what so ever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;200 000 People or more and believed to be dead- we need to do something. That's why when Joel Houston said, Perspective has a new meaning- I understood. It's spelled HAITI. Perspective that is. Our focus and purpose for I-Heart, or anything really, should be the suffering in Haiti. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;For more information, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/01/13/haiti.earthquake/index.html"&gt;CNN Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a random excerpt that scared me, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One woman, I could only see her head and the rest of her body was trapped under a block wall,&amp;quot; said Jonathan de la Durantaye, who drove through Port-au-Prince after the quake. &amp;quot;I think she was dead. She had blood coming out of her eyes and nose and ears.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If there is anything you can do, do it- as for me, I’ll see what little I can give because every penny, or drop of sweat pulling someone out of death’s grasp… it’s worth another life saved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me just retype something else I found that I’ve said myself many many times:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Our world is a mess. It needs justice. It needs help. But if not now,    &lt;br /&gt;WHEN? If not us, WHO? Me. and well you too. &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What happens now? In a few weeks HAITI will slowly disappear from the news, and within a few months it’ll be a back story that shows up just once in a while. Are we aware that just because we can’t see it on the TV screen, that it’s stopped happening? That when the TV goes off, so does the suffering? No see that continues. They labour day and night, no electricity, no clean water, no food, no shelter. Unbearable heat. We can barely handle it for a few minutes on TV; we’re shocked by the image- but do we realize that those 3 minutes for us is their life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think a lot of us forget that we have the most powerful weapon above them all. &lt;em&gt;Prayer. &lt;/em&gt;We need to stand together and pray for HAITI. Pray for the Flight crash to Ethiopia. Pray for Rwanda and Sierra Leon. Pray for your mom, or dad. Pray for the church. Pray for yourself, or your non-believer Friend. Pray for your country, and your leader. It’ll make a difference. That’s how powerful a prayer is. It can bring a city down to its knees or raise it to the heavens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why? You might ask. Here’s how I see it. We’ve all donated a ton of money to HAITI and her cause. So what? The children of Haiti are starving and thirsting. The families sleeping with nothing but the stars to cover them, because the money can’t reach them. No matter how much money we give, it can only help so much. Now we pray that they can reach HAITI, and the needy there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Prayer is our answer, our sword and shield. It’s time we use it vigilantly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-37844225149197497?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/37844225149197497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/01/perspective-has-new-spelling-its-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/37844225149197497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/37844225149197497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/01/perspective-has-new-spelling-its-haiti.html' title='Perspective has a new spelling- It’s Haiti.'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1421665747951959503</id><published>2010-01-05T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:35:10.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>London 2009 Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home, where else?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;All The Right Moves- OneRepublic – Waking Up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Tired and impatient waiting for the laundry to finish already!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I did not die. Well, maybe I did and I regenerated as the next Doctor… wait I’m not the Doctor. No, I did not die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just happened to visit London for two weeks!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lizy auntie and Jessy auntie are both near to London so it was fun. Anyways, here’s what’s basically been happening the last two weeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First off, we visited Lizy auntie and Saji uncle, and Jeffrin and Jeremy. Jeffrin is 11 and quite smart, while Jeremy is 5 and quite sick. Jeremy has a hyperactive immune disorder that makes him allergic to basically a shitload of things. The first of these would be gluten, and other proteins; so he can’t eat meat, non-rice crops, and a whole bunch of vegetables. and Chocolate. I managed to buy some chocolate without this stuff for him before I went so he got to eat that but its hard for him. Jeremy also has eczema so it’s really tough for him. I don’t know how Lizy auntie handles it all but she somehow does. Jeffri is also quite helpful. What scared me the most was that Jeremy is shit scared of hospitals. A month ago, he was so sick that they took him to the hospital and he had to get an oxygen mask and the whole thing, now he won’t go no matter how sick he is. The thing is, my mom and Lizy auntie both have a lot of allergies but it’s like it all accumulated in him. They want to start an immune suppressant program for two years on him, but he’s really weak and gets sick easy, so I don’t even know how they’ll pull that off without sticking him in a bubble. I really hope things work out there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Secondly, The UK is a country full, and I mean chock-full of history! And I love it! We visited London, Cambridge, Ipswich, Norwich, Stowmarket and Croydon. The place we lived, Bury St. Edmunds was this tiny little city that was probably like Thalwil or Oetwil am See, a bit bigger than Kilchberg, but no Zuerich (no I didn’t spell that wrong, I just can’t find the damn codes for the umlaut!) The point behind the whole thing is that its wonderful to look at a building with a Starbucks in it and learn that it used to be a 18th century home. Yeah that’s right! And tea! I love the tea! Though I’m a coffee fan, I’m PG Tips converted for all of eternity! The work is amazing on buildings like Bucking Palace and Westminster Abbey, and Big Ben is a sight not to miss. Though I have to laugh at the bridges in London. Everyone expects the famous London bridge to be that awesome bridge they see on the photos- wait no. nononononononononono. That would be Tower bridge. London bridge? YEA that’s just a damn bridge. Tower bridge is the pretty one! I know eh??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I hated about the UK was the two tap system. I mean what is so hard about premixed taps? I can’t take a damn shower! Now I know that I should be perfectly happy that I get water and if I was in India or Africa, then yeah it&amp;#160; makes sense- they don’t have facilities, Ich bin einverstanden! But here it’s just plain… I don’t know! GB is a developed country! Why don’t they have proper taps? And the houses are so damn cold! I understand that the buildings are old but so are they in Switzerland and I’m perfectly warm here…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All in all the trip was great and fun, but I do hope it’s Philadelphia for me next year!:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1421665747951959503?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1421665747951959503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/01/london-2009-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1421665747951959503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1421665747951959503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2010/01/london-2009-trip.html' title='London 2009 Trip'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7968477005082033777</id><published>2009-12-22T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:24:35.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of randomness</title><content type='html'>I found a list of quotes that I find quite amusing- so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop wondering if the world is ending today, its already tomorrow in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was predestined to have free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world is another planet's hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that stops God from sending another flood is that the first one was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your enemies. It makes them so damn mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, if they world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says nothing is impossible? I've been doing nothing for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad. Alot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of laughs is all I can say, so I can go and help with cooking:)&lt;br /&gt;Just a random note, I am in London, and maybe photos shall follow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7968477005082033777?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7968477005082033777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-of-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7968477005082033777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7968477005082033777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-of-randomness.html' title='Lots of randomness'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-255102160692597253</id><published>2009-12-07T10:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:58:51.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And That’s 10 years off my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The amount of people who smoke in Switzerland freaks me out. It’s disturbing that a country so advanced in everything else is this idiotic over something proving to cause cancer (not to mention other issues… but you all know about me and cancer). I mean dude man my teacher smokes, my dads friends at the hospital smoke. At first, it went beyond my brain that people (who I presume have a fully working brain) smoke knowing that its harmful. Now it’s become: well if they want to commit slow suicide, I won’t complain, but if I get Second-hand Smoke Disease- I will sue. I don’t who or what. But I will sue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s something I saw in a Magazine once and it was hilarious and (obviously from Stupid.ca) but I got an idea so here it goes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could die from …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;playing chicken with another car behind me without a car of my own&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;because of an &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;iPod&lt;/font&gt; electrical short out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;choking to death on a piece of popcorn because you were laughing so hard during a screening of &amp;quot;Dude, Where’s My Car?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;bit by a &lt;font color="#800000"&gt;vampire&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;driving off a cliff because I was skyping with my GPS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;tripping over a shoelace into a tram line while wearing Velcro shoes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;falling asleep in my car while it was running&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;seconds before starting to rule the world&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;anything involving knives, anger and a rousing game of &amp;quot;Uno&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;breaking my neck during Twister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;trying to do an impression of Curly during a &amp;quot;softball-sized&amp;quot; hailstorm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;wearing a long necktie over an operating blender&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;skinny dipping down the Niagara Falls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;licking the chemists spoon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;by getting stabbed with a cucumber&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;choking on Play Doh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;falling up a mountain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;landing a plane that was crashing, but dying right after&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;by texting while driving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;from Toxic Shock Syndrome&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;being hit by dark matter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I will not die from smoking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-255102160692597253?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/255102160692597253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-thats-10-years-off-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/255102160692597253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/255102160692597253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-thats-10-years-off-my-life.html' title='And That’s 10 years off my life.'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-6618440960064121624</id><published>2009-10-25T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:11:26.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Mathew Uncle's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Dreamin' - OneRepublic - Dreaming Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Please refer to Music&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven´t had a chance to do a proper update for the longest time ever. This is not going to be too long but I can't not write about this song when it's become the song of the month. OneRepublic has, since Trisha recommended them- become a one hit favourite with Apologize. I've had the entire album 'Dreaming Out Loud' for the longest time but I never listened to it so lately (especially since the whole iPod went berzerk on me, and I have a huge list from Chris P (not you Canada Chris) to go through) I needed -relatively- new music so I remember OneRepublic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming Out Loud is a soft CD. I see a relativity to Coldplay's melody like Fix You and The Scientist, but also Augie March when it comes to the lyrics. Especially Dreaming Out Loud. Well read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sir, we live for Mondays,&lt;br /&gt;Confident we'll get there someday,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing all the papers to a wealthy man,&lt;br /&gt;Might I say, a beautiful tie you wear,&lt;br /&gt;And how do you find such lovely polka dots and stripes these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of Augie March. It has a randomness and totally abstract point of view that listeners need to listen to it a couple times before it makes sense. Right. It's the apple for the teacher, the sucking up to your boss. But its written in a way that I think what? Basically, its a musically simple melody backed up by really really strong lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Say (All I Need) is something Coldplay like. Its simple BUT beautiful. OneRepublic totally has me wrapped around their CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-6618440960064121624?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/6618440960064121624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreaming-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6618440960064121624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6618440960064121624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Dreaming Out Loud'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5935618516476071679</id><published>2009-10-04T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:56:57.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Me Glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home, which at the moment is Spital Sanitas in Kilchberg, Zurich, Switzerland.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Hungry, waiting for dinner to cook already!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Blessed- Hillsong- Made Me Glad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Been listening to the BLESSED CD by Hillsong. Well when your iPod decides to go Carrie on you and kills all your songs, you start listening to your old CD’s… and this song is just plain and simply put- awesome to the point of tears and other… happenings. So maybe not so plain and simply put. Anyways, here are the lyrics, find it online and listen. And sing it. You’ll learn something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SsjFu21ehuI/AAAAAAAAADU/9hTSOZc-AlU/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SsjFxbLOwfI/AAAAAAAAADY/LaZOdAnO2bI/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bless the Lord forever     &lt;br /&gt;I will trust Him at all times      &lt;br /&gt;He has delivered me from all fear      &lt;br /&gt;He has set my feet upon a rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not be moved      &lt;br /&gt;And I'll say of the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my shield, my strength     &lt;br /&gt;My portion, deliverer      &lt;br /&gt;My shelter, strong tower      &lt;br /&gt;My very present help in time of need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whom have I in heaven but You     &lt;br /&gt;There's none I desire beside You      &lt;br /&gt;You have made me glad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll say of the Lord     &lt;br /&gt;You are my shield, my strength      &lt;br /&gt;My portion, deliverer      &lt;br /&gt;My shelter, strong tower      &lt;br /&gt;My very present help in time of need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a totally random side note: I have totally been shaken by Monica’s words the other day. She said, “God is God. It is we who should be on our knees.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5935618516476071679?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5935618516476071679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/10/made-me-glad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5935618516476071679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5935618516476071679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/10/made-me-glad.html' title='Made Me Glad'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SsjFxbLOwfI/AAAAAAAAADY/LaZOdAnO2bI/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3690396567195554030</id><published>2009-09-20T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:20:55.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christliche Zentrum Buchegg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love my new church. This isn’t to say I hate my old church. I just happen to love my new church. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had an interesting message today about Stress. What I love is that I don’t get bored out of my mind here- things are simple but easily understood. It makes sense to me. Susanne basically told us to relax, and that we needed stress but not too much of it. For example, take an acoustic guitar. When its just by itself, and the strings aren’t stretched or pulled, then there is nothing to worry about, its a pretty guitar, but it isn’t being used. It’s useless. On the other hard, you pull the strings hard enough, they’ll break on you!! Anyways, if you click &lt;a href="http://www.hoffnung.ch/video/buchegg/mp3/4640-2009-09-20-1130-Susanne_Kuttruff-When_the_Stress_Level_is_Rising.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , you can listen to the sermon! Go Monika and her translation! Makes life easy for me:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3690396567195554030?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3690396567195554030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/09/christliche-zentrum-buchegg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3690396567195554030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3690396567195554030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/09/christliche-zentrum-buchegg.html' title='Christliche Zentrum Buchegg'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3191105750322126923</id><published>2009-08-29T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:46:29.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chacko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god one and only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillsong live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>God One and Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Annie Auntie's house, watching Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Hungry for the pizza I just made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;Faith+Hope+Love- Hillsong Live- God One and Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I told you so. I've become obsessed. The last three posts have been all about Hillsong Live's new CD. It's awesome though, but I must admit; I am surprised at the fact that this hasn't become my absolute favourite- the best will remain and has for a while: "All Of The Above" and of course, OF COURSE, "A_Cross//the_EARTH" simply because "You hold me now" and "Tear down the walls" are just too good. However, "Solution" has and will remain the song that I relate most to and can understand best; so it's "All of The Above".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point. This CD is amazing. I am a bit surprised at the lack of  "Take It All"-like songs but that was because I've been listening to songs like "It's Your Love" and "I Will Exalt You". However,  my opinion was changed when I heard "God One and Only" I was just sitting at home listening to it and by the end of it, I like jumped up and down and "YEA!" The hook for me was the chorus, the lyrics are something that a child would think up; and again, like "I will Exalt You", it was catching to my heart. Anyways, here are the lyrics (Chorus is bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that’s lost and seeking&lt;br /&gt;You’re the answer to every need I know&lt;br /&gt;It’s You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a hope for all my life&lt;br /&gt;I’m living as a sacrifice for You&lt;br /&gt;In freedom and in truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always I know You are here and You live in me&lt;br /&gt;In my life You’re the only one I need.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You’re the one who saved my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gave me life so I give it back to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My God God one and only!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand in Your salvation&lt;br /&gt;I keep the faith and I fix my life on You&lt;br /&gt;My hope is found in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose the cross and You took my place&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it&lt;br /&gt;This is love that I can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;Yes I believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God one and only God one and only God one and only!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly amazing when I think about. Youtube it! It reminds me of "More than Anything"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is time to eat my pizza... so I will talk to you later... and I really need to write my story ASAP! I promise to update till then Tchüss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3191105750322126923?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3191105750322126923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-one-and-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3191105750322126923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3191105750322126923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-one-and-only.html' title='God One and Only'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-6273236479816678159</id><published>2009-08-27T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:00:09.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will exalt you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Will Exalt You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Still in Kilchberg, right at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Happy and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Faith+Hope+Love- Hillsong Live- I Will Exalt You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I promised, another review for Hillsong Live's Faith+Hope+Love... for Brooke Fraser-Ligertwood's "I Will Exalt You". Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;I will exalt You&lt;br /&gt;You are my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hiding place&lt;br /&gt;My safe refuge&lt;br /&gt;My treasure, Lord, You are&lt;br /&gt;My friend and King&lt;br /&gt;Anointed One&lt;br /&gt;Most holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because You're with me&lt;br /&gt;Because You're with me&lt;br /&gt;Because You're with me&lt;br /&gt;I will not fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very simple song. But the point is simple. It's like "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want" Because the Lord is with me, he is my hiding place and I have nothing to worry about. It's so simple and it reminds of something a child would sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repetition is what I love. I will exalt you, I will, I will- because YOU ARE MY GOD!  Because you're with me, I WILL NOT FEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-6273236479816678159?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/6273236479816678159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-exalt-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6273236479816678159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6273236479816678159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-exalt-you.html' title='I Will Exalt You'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3357796801922587035</id><published>2009-08-26T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:19:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It begun again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Spital Sanitas, Kilcherg, Zuerich&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Tired from walking around the city all day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Faith+Hope+Love - Hillsong Music Australia – It’s Your Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s right. It’s official. More important than freaking anything is this beautiful thing called Hillsong. It’s actually a beautiful combination of faith, hope and love mixed with the right proportion to form: the newest Hillsong cd! That’s right! Powerfully named: “Faith+Hope+Love”! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As usual, when a new Hillsong CD is released; I begin to listen to nothing else. The first time I listened to the whole thing- I supposed what I really realized was that it wasn’t as ‘bright’ or ‘explosive’ as A_Cross//the_EARTH which kind of makes sense because United tends to make worship that you dance and go crazy with (though not always- look at Inside Out). I’m not saying that this CD is calmer, it has a different fire and passion, it’s the music you close your eyes and you’re not on earth anymore, you’re in The Heavenly Father’s Throne Room and you are singing with the angels. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A song that instantly stood out is what I am listening to right now. What touched me and opened my eyes really while I was waiting for a tram in the Hauptbahnhof (Central Railway Station). It goes like this: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Your Love, it’s Your Love, it’s Your Love that has saved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Your Blood, it’s Your Blood, it’s Your Blood that has made me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And it’s like Hosanna; cause “The People Sing, The People Sing!” And they did and it was like a revelation to them, or it was their testament- and it was their belief and cry out to God. It was pretty scary actually. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s Darlene singing it and she sings it like there’s nothing else she ever wants to sing and when I heard it, I’m standing there going, “God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have eternal life!” And then Darlene says: “How Great, How Great You Are! It’s Your Love! Church think about this tonight, come on this is the Cross! This is What Jesus did for us! God so loved the world that He gave his only son! The whosoever that believe in him would not perish but have everlasting life! How Great Are You God!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I’m like what! Amazing. It made me think of How Great Our God really is and how amazing his works are. And how lucky we are in this entire HUMUNGOUS Universe to have the blessed opportunity to know this person who is bigger than all 156 billion light years of our Universe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And this person who rules this universe with glory, majesty and absolute beauty and grace; he gave us his blood, and focused his love on us- on this tiny planet in some God-known corner of the universe.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See we don’t understand love because we say I love you to our friends and our dog and husband and mother and sister and what not. Because it’s the same thing no matter what. Three little words that mean a whole bunch of different things. Think about it this way, Japanese couples spend their entire lives together and they’ll say I love you in a hundred different , most of them never say “I love you” as in Aishiteru. Aishiteru is love that is unconditional, self-less. That’s the love that God gave me and you and I will never love anyone like that because I, as a simple human being, do no posses the ability to love like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ultimately, God gave us the love that we can’t produce in ourselves, and I, Merin Chacko cannot understand it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3357796801922587035?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3357796801922587035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-begun-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3357796801922587035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3357796801922587035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-begun-again.html' title='It begun again!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1520861366258169151</id><published>2009-08-25T07:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:18:22.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note to The People Who Brought Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Jean, Jerin, Jaison, Vini, Julie, Sajan, Jason, Leena, Reena, Jiji, Susan, Saira, Fiby and Ribi,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow. That was a long list… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey guys! I have to say that its finally sinking in: the point where I realize I don’t have your shoulders to depend on and I don’t have your company to keep me smiling. A youth group is very important in the lives of a Christian youth; it’s the family that some people don’t have and I think that the fact that our youth is so small- it’s not so bad. I know most of us are separated now and its not the same anymore- but for me- you guys meant a whole lot. I always felt like I didn’t fit in with the world of today- and I want to change it; and some of you don’t understand it and can’t wrap their minds around it- but you all still support me, so Thank You. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt;, I love you- me and you had a really close relationship even though most of the time; we just throwing insults at each other; or ganging up on someone else:P You’re a lot of fun- but the right kind of fun, and a great example. I’m missing you a lot right now. You care a lot- and I only realize it at sometimes, like when I see you crying, it was hard. I remember when you went to get married I was thinking, “What am I going to do? When was the last time I didn’t see Jean at church or at the mall or what not?” Now I’m doing the same thing to you, but it’s going to be a longer time. Whatever, you come visit; and I’ll think about taking you places in Europe. Maybe I’ll even let you sleep on a bed instead of the floor:P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaison&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve been missing you for a while now- and it’s finally hit me harder than ever before. When I was in Canada I was like, “I wonder when I’ll see him,” but because your whole family was there and I was like whatever. Now, even if you visit, you still won’t see me. I’m really proud of knowing you- you’re like the big brother that I want but obviously didn’t get. You’re thousands of kilometres away from me, and you still advise me and I still remember our conversation on Google talk. Thanks for just being there, even when you’re not. You know I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerin&lt;/strong&gt;, I will be honest- sometimes you drive me insane. But I love you for that. And we have fought before- but working together with Youth and whatnot, you gotta admit- it was fun! You’re this guy that I look at and you’re not the adult, but you’re not the kid either. Just plain awesomeness. (Even if you sing higher than me and Jean can handle!:P) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinita&lt;/strong&gt;, for some ‘God-only-know’ reason; we clicked fast. From practically the moment you came, we got along so well; and I’ve always been able to share everything with you; and I’ve put a lot of trust in you. And you deserve it. I know if I need to talk, I can call you anytime; and you were fine with it. And you came to see me minutes before I left- I was so touched by that. You, Allison and Diana were like keeping me from crying the last few moments. Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt;, you’ll always be ammachi!:P We’ve had great times, and you’ve watched me grow from a rather annoying brat to someone who is still a brat- but hopefully less annoying. You’ve been my teacher and have taught me a lot. You won’t be soon forgotten. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sajan&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Sajchachachacha: You and your brother were the first people I met in Canada (other than Jose uncle, but they’re family so they don’t count!:P). I can relate to you, but then again you’re so different from me. Where you get us all together for skating, I drag us all to the Hillsong Concert (WOOHOO!). But while I’m obsessed with the environment, you just don’t get it. If I had the time, I think we would’ve had a very interesting conversation about all that. I love that you’re not ashamed to speak Malayalam in front of uncles and aunties even if some of the words are wrong (Which is totally fine, cause you give us all a good laugh). I think it’s awesome that you speak it even though you grew up here. You’re able to laugh at yourself and a lot of mallu’s are too embarrassed to do so. Stay funny:P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;, I have two words, but its technically a name: Inu Yasha. Omigosh. Let’s start there, and we’ll move along. I thought it was awesome that you watched IY. We always end up watching the same thing even when we know about it- for example, Bleach! Not a lot of mallus out there into manga. Lots of funnyness followed all that. Moving on, my most memorable moment from you was when we were talking and I remember this clearly cause you said, “It’s what you think is right or wrong, and I can’t judge you for it, if you think its right” And I remember when I told other people about the piercing, they were like oh- you’re gonna get kicked out of church, or like “what’s wrong with you? That’s not right”. You didn’t judge; you were above that, and I’ll never forget that you were okay with me doing what I believed was right. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leena&lt;/strong&gt;, Oh Monie! Great 9 was crazyness and we made it through. We were best friends that year, through crushes and school and crazyness and Benji and Craig passing and all the crap at home, you were there. All the embarrassments, like me falling flat on my face walking home or you burning your eye trying to straighten your hair! I’m laughing as I think about it. And all our songs. Never forget “Ashira L’Adonai!” And “Lead me To The Cross”. I love you so much, and I miss you and I hate that I didn’t get to see you before I left. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reena (CHECHI)&lt;/strong&gt;! Omigosh if Jaison my big brother, you’re my big sister. You’re the girl who was like the adviser when I was angry at stuff at home, and you’d talk to me while the three of us sat in Monie’s room. And you took me to the hospital for the co-op interview and I remember us sitting there praying about it and I was feeling so much better after that! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiji&lt;/strong&gt;, or should I say Acha! I still have the picture you drew from me at the picnic, and the “Sister” cup you gave for me. You weren’t afraid of admonishing me when I was being stupid- and I felt so at home when I used to come over all the time. I felt like you really cared and it was good. You’re a great father and a wonderful person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan&lt;/strong&gt;, I was so touched that you spent so much time on that photo, its beautiful and I love it. It’s such a wonderful memory of all of you. We’ve had fun times and awful times during anniversary and I will never forget “Re-introduction of Christ” I can still remember parts of it, “Like Jesus is my homeboy, or Jesus got me employed or Jesus is my Decoy!” Ahh Good times. And “Mercy came running” Run Susan! And we’ve had, what no one will EVER FORGET- “Rachel Goes To School”. Take care, enjoy University and I know you’ll be fine. Take care of your health, I do worry for you. (L)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saira&lt;/strong&gt;, another one of my big sisters. “I didn’t really know you well, but you’re like a daughter to me!” AHAHA. I’m sorry, I had to say that- that was so funny. I’m glad to be one of the people in our church who don’t have to say “I didn’t really know her, but she was like a daughter”. We’ve had great experiences and conversations that I’ll never forget. You’re gonna be a doctor and I know you’ll be successful. So take care of those patients while I do the lab work!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiby and Ribi&lt;/strong&gt;, you’re like my family…. WAIT A SECOND. Right, you are my family. I’m so glad that we were able to form this great relationship, and with Ethan as well. You care so much for me and advise me on so many things, it won’t go to waste. I promise you that. I love you, take care and please keep in touch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You’re all this huge pillar that lifts me up and puts me where I am. I’ve heard this from lots of people and it’s that I’m not like a normal mallu, or even a normal teenager- and usually, they meant it not in a good way. And if I tell them I want to change the world- they laugh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You guys don’t, you tell me I can do it, and that I’m able to. You give me strength and when I do reach this techno-crazed generation of ours to open their eyes and see the world for what it is, that people are dying, and the earth is dying, and we need to be God’s hands and feet and do something about. When I do whatever it is that God has planned for my life, and my hands and feet- I know it wasn’t just me. It was God, and it was all of you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of you know my mom passed away, and it’s not like I have a strong enough mother figure in my life, and you’ve all been there for me like that family that I wanted. We’re like strands of a tightly knit fabric. And we’re being stretched and pulled all over the place- and it hurts like something bad because we’re so tight and we’re not supposed to stretch so far. But we have, and the strands didn’t break. They stay, however much they’re stretched, we’re still part of this family and they’re not going to break. God knit us together and without his permission, we won’t break- and I know that for sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know I’ve caused some of you a lot of grief with my whole “If I don’t believe it’s right, I won’t lie about it and make people happy&amp;quot;. I hope I’ve inspired you even a fraction of how much you’ve all inspired and blessed me. It was a great experience and we’re not losing each other any time soon, that’s for sure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So till we meet, God bless, and don’t forget me. Or what I believe. Remember that this world is not something God has given us to exploit. It is our responsibility to take care of it, and the ones who live on it. Are we really that cold that we close our eyes and change the channel when we see the children in Darfur or Rwanda? Are we going to say its okay and judge all those kids in Canada who are drunk, high or who knows what? God has given us talents, and it’s time we used them to make a change. That’s my belief, and I hope that you guys feel that same- and do something, even if it’s just taking your not so fortunate friend to a concert so he can know about Christ, or going to Rwanda under the Red Cross- it’s all in His name, and you will be rewarded. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God Bless. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yours truly, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Merin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:423800d4-aaed-40d0-a29f-9de9bdcc0161" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jean+Varghese" rel="tag"&gt;Jean Varghese&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jaison" rel="tag"&gt;Jaison&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Vinita" rel="tag"&gt;Vinita&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jerin" rel="tag"&gt;Jerin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Leena" rel="tag"&gt;Leena&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Reena" rel="tag"&gt;Reena&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jiji" rel="tag"&gt;Jiji&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Susan" rel="tag"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Saira" rel="tag"&gt;Saira&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Fiby" rel="tag"&gt;Fiby&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ribi" rel="tag"&gt;Ribi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jason" rel="tag"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sajan" rel="tag"&gt;Sajan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Julie" rel="tag"&gt;Julie&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/1015167832293266008-1520861366258169151?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1520861366258169151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-people-who-brought-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1520861366258169151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1520861366258169151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-people-who-brought-me-up.html' title='A Note to The People Who Brought Me Up'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4929271922886981730</id><published>2009-08-24T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:22:46.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CABLECOM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Spital Sanitas, Kilchberg, Zurich, Schweiz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Stomach hurts! So basically in pain- but at the same time I’m laughing at my situation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Dreaming Out Loud- OneRepublic- All We Are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrighty, so my internet finally got fixed yay! Or at least my phone did, I’m waiting for my dad to come home so he can hook up the modem to router and w/not. Ahhh it was an interesting experience cause this guy came from Cablecom to fix it right and my German is just plain awful! So I’m just like trying to explain in German and I give up and he’s trying and its not working- so we ended up trying in English and that was another failure. Finally we called this guy to translate basically… yea. That was funny. Real funny. Omgosh he was like “Okay, bye bye!” We were laughing so much… and my dad’s gonna be back soon so I shall go now. Go Cablecom!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And my nails are this ‘pretty pink coral’ shade and I’m not sure I like it. Reminds of a brown girly girl and I’m not really that. I was a better shade of Green- that would be nice. My black pisses my dad off and I’m getting bored with it anyways. And I don’t like the red anymore… I really should be studying. YAY! I have internet! I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about internet!! I shall be able to talk to all my crazy friends and stalkers (I joke… I wonder if I have any stalkers- I know of one so far…) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YAY! I want to call Jean but I think if I call right now, I’ll probably wake her up since its like 5:45 in the morning. That would be an interesting conversation. “Hey Jean!” “Why’d you wake me up” “I’m sorry, I missed you and I wanted to call you all the way from Switzerland!” “Well call me later” “Fine” “Bye”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That would be funny. Or not. I’m on chapter 5 of my story Imbroglio and what really annoys me is that a lot of people read it and favourite and what not- but they don’t review! It doesn’t make me angry but its like you could’ve reviewed once and let me know what you think! But at the same time; if they have nothing to say but “Please Update!” I’d rather not get a review- I like the comments and interestingness of it all. My story reminds me of my friend Laura (she’s kind of psycho, but I love her for it!!)… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrightie, my stomach is hurting and I don’t really know why. So I’m going to go and study now. Maybe drink some water. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND A TOTALLY RANDOM NOTE:&amp;#160; Thanks to Allison who at the most unpredicatable times; show up with a review! YEA!:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4929271922886981730?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4929271922886981730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/cablecom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4929271922886981730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4929271922886981730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/cablecom.html' title='CABLECOM!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1938405003810847563</id><published>2009-08-24T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:21:07.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" size="3"&gt;It is simply human compassion that requires us to go and fight for the dreams of the broken nations around the world. We have no right to just stare while we fatten ourselves (note that I am including myself) while they starve to death, or are forced to send their young children (as young as 3) to become child soldiers. It is not fair to simply switch the channel in TV so you don’t have to look at the face of yet another sick or starving person- or at the child who’s hands were cut off because they refused to fight. Far above all, it is not above each and every one of us ignore the cries of people who are less fortunate and act like we’re above them. Because we’re not. We’re all made from the same thing- and each of us are special to God. Some of us were meant to make a lot of money and what not; while others are supposed to work for $1000/month in the most dangerous places in the world. Others are meant to be helped so they succeed and then continue on to help others. We don’t know- so we have no right to judge their lives and let them keep on dying. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" color="#990000" size="3"&gt;I find it just like when we let plants in the Amazon jungle die; knowing that we might have just killed off the very plant that say; cures cancer. We might’ve just lost a 2 month old baby in Afghanistan that was supposed to become the answer to all their problems- the next president. Who the hell knows? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" color="#990000" size="3"&gt;It’s kind of sad when you think about it- but I guess we as humans don’t want to see it happening around the world- so we ignore it and let it continue on- just not in front of us. I suppose this is why Joel Houston sang, “Let God be the solution, and we’ll be your hands and feet”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" color="#990000" size="3"&gt;The way I take this is: I can’t really do much alone; so I’m going to ask God to help. On the other hand, we can’t sit around and expect God to do miracles without doing our parts so that’s what motivates me to do something. I’ll be his hands and feet, and he can take me where he wants to right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" color="#990000" size="3"&gt;So I’ve gone on and on about being an oncologist, environmental activist or what not. I’ve never actually asked him if that was what he had in plan for me. One&amp;#160; thing I learned this week was that whether I follow him in the beginning or not; I’ll always end up taking the route he wants in the end- so I don’t really want to waste 5+ years doing medicine only to realize hey; that’s so not what I’m supposed to be doing. So I’m going to start praying every day and asking him what he wants me to do; and we’ll see- I got a year to go right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Vrinda" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1938405003810847563?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1938405003810847563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1938405003810847563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1938405003810847563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/solution.html' title='Solution'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8744903603334877016</id><published>2009-08-24T14:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:20:44.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I decided that having a bunch of shows to watch over this year was just bad and I needed to cut them down. Now I just made a chart of the shows and what to cut, and here it is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doubtful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;No &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;House&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;The Listener&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Fringe&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Bones&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Queen Seon Duk&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Supernatural&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;F4&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Bleach&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Castle&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Numb3rs&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="319"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;True Blood&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. I watched fourteen shows last year. Granted, Bleach was half an hour, The Listener, True Blood, Dollhouse, Fringe and Castle I watched over the summer, and Coffee Prince and Queen Seon Duk are one season shows. I’ve managed to limit down to 5 + the doubtful which I’ll watch over the summer. Man, I’m hoping that I don’t pick up anymore German shows, or any Asian Dramas. And thank GOD that I’m done catching up on Bleach, One Piece and Naruto or I’ll still be watching. I do believe if I keep to this schedule, I’ll free up some time for work.:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8744903603334877016?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8744903603334877016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8744903603334877016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8744903603334877016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4563295347921281901</id><published>2009-08-24T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:20:20.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Switzerland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt;On the big orange couch, waiting for my dad to get out of the shower.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;So so so jetlagged… is that is mood?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Twilight Soundtrack- Paramore- Decode&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m actually writing this without an internet connection, so no idea when this is actually getting published. YAY! OKAY, so as of the moment, it is 9:45pm, in Kilchberg, Zurich, Switzerland and I just finished unpacking! At the moment, me and my dad is in this studio apartment which is just so plain adorable… we’ll see how that works out. We went to visit Anthony Uncle and Lily Auntie today, man it was great… but I was so tired. I have no wireless its killing me!! I have chapters to update and people to call… like ALLISON! I will call asap… same goes for Stacey but that’s an expected one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The flight was cool. I couldn’t sleep because one of my eyes been sore for a while (long story) so opening or closing just hurt… its kind of funny, until you realize it hurts. Anyways, it wasn’t so bad in Brussels; except it was unbelievably confusing. But like every other store was a chocolate shop…good thing I had no money. I watched The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past on the way here- funny movie. The cool thing was that they did customs and stuff in Brussels right? So apparently, due to the Schenken treaty, flying from Belgium to Switzerland is not international- its domestic! So I basically flew in, picked up my luggage and walked off! Very cool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrighty, I’m going to eat dinner and then get some sleep. I’m going to Uni tomorrow to get applications and stuff for German classes, wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4563295347921281901?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4563295347921281901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-switzerland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4563295347921281901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4563295347921281901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-switzerland.html' title='In Switzerland!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3125849013773176427</id><published>2009-08-08T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:17:38.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Canada for the moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Blank&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Saviour King- Hillsong- In Your Freedom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So it’s come to that point where the bags are packed, and all the colourful stuff is off the walls. I see paint stripped walls and empty closets. I see good bye gifts and passports, and lots of other stuff. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s kind of weird, I’ve been rather lazy of late- I haven’t really had anything to do- but I’m in for a hard ride from the moment I land in Switzerland; from learning the languages to finish my education; and doing this alone, it kind of hits me- I’m starting to grow up. And I don’t really want to. You know when you’re a kid and you’re always frustrated because you can’t do the things big people can do? Then you grow up and you’re like, better be a frustrated kid than a failed adult. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once I go, there’s a huge range of people I can become- from the person who finishes her degree, gets a high paying job; to someone who decides to screw it and follow God, or someone who has no money because she spends it all trying to defend the environment, because someone needs to. Or I could become the person who marries to early and sits at home with her kids; her life wasted and all the chances she could have- gone. Or I could get into a plane accident and die before I could do anything. Or I could get sick again. There’s a billion things that can go wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been left alone before and personally, I think I can handle it pretty well. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. And it’s not like I’ve actually been taken care of by someone the last 10 years all that much. I suppose being alone gives me the chance to get closer to God. Being alone also gives me the opportunity to get into quite a lot of trouble; so I’m hoping that I get that intuition or guidance to tell me what is right and wrong, if you get what I mean. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, two days- I can’t say I’ll miss you all- I’ll miss some of you, others it’s more like thank God and others I just don’t care. I guess its been a unique experience- Canada that is, let’s see how Switzerland goes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just as a side note, there is a chance that in the coming months or so, I might just start a brand new blog in German, but I’ll probably update this more often. Anyways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3125849013773176427?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3125849013773176427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-days-left.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3125849013773176427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3125849013773176427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-days-left.html' title='2 days Left'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8183146401172514850</id><published>2009-07-26T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:33:50.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfiction</title><content type='html'>Hey People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I wrote my first FF at FF.net, and the first chapter is out. Now don't go and read it if your not a Bleach fanatic, and haven't read the latest chapter... because spoilers ensue. Here it is: www.fanfiction.net/~ataleoncetold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll down, you'll notice something that says "Imbroglio" Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8183146401172514850?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8183146401172514850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/fanfiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8183146401172514850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8183146401172514850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/fanfiction.html' title='Fanfiction'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5609065608827686022</id><published>2009-07-20T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:44:46.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For most of you, as a child, you expect your parents and your grandparents to live forever. You don’t question it, because you’ve known them since the day you were born, and you don’t know a life without them, because well that had never actually happened. For me, I know better than this beautifully painted ignorance. People die. My mom did, and that was just over 13 years ago. But just because I know better doesn’t mean I don’t have that naive belief anyways. Though I know it probably won’t happen, I expect my dad to be around to see my kids. And I expect my dear, dear grandparents, both Appachan and Ammachi in Katode and in Edamun; to live, for the lack of a better word, &lt;em&gt;forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well that’s one belief crushed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18th of July, 2009; my maternal grandfather Mathew passed away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I last saw him 3 years ago. And I remember that he would complain about us watching T.V. and say that it was the devil in a box. I remember when I was probably in grade 2 and I went to visit him, and there were all these Rubber Trees and he was making the sheets of rubber to sell them. And there is this huge photo of my mom there, and every time I go there, my grandmother bursts into tears and my grandfather says that we should’ve grown up in Edamun. And every time I go, Sam uncle says I look just like his big sister, my mom. No parent should live to see their children die. It just isn’t natural. That leaves us the pain of watching the parent, grow old and die, all this time; never forgetting the precious child that they lost. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t remember my mom at all. As much as it pains me to say this, 5 years ago, when I looked at photos of my mom, I asked my dad, “Is this mummy?” and he said no. That was my aunt Lizzy. I couldn’t even recognize my own mother. Well, I can &lt;em&gt;now, &lt;/em&gt;but the point is I don’t have a connection to her, and thus, I don’t have as much a connection to her parents as I do with my dad’s because I grew up with them. Stacey, if you’re reading this, I’ve talked to you about this- I have less connection to my maternal family because… well here’s why I end up keeping in touch with my paternal side. Moncy uncle always calls, and we always call him, because he’s so close- and we' always end up seeing each other. He’s the ‘funny uncle’ and everyone gets along with him. We were never close to Shiny Auntie, or at least I wasn’t and Rennie Papa is like another dad because I used to see them a lot in India, and Pheebe is one of my best friends. On the other hand, Jessie mummy and Lizzie mummy lived in England and I never saw them. I talked to Ronnie once, but after he passed away, I think our connection Jessie mummy was even less. I saw Jose uncle enough, and Johnny kutty uncle as well; but I think with Johnny kutty uncle, it’s a bigger connection to Stace and Stan, and our endless phone calls. I talk to Sam uncle like once and year and so yea, that was basically it. I mean, it’s probably awkward enough for them to call me since mummy wasn’t alive and Daddy wasn’t usually in Canada, but I never had the initiative to call either; which was a big mistake on my part. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow I ramble a lot, the point I’m trying to make with all this is that I’m going through a guilty phase at the moment. My grandpa lost my mom, and then all he had of her was me and Josh. Josh is just a little kid, but I should’ve kept in touch and told him, ‘hey, I know you exist, I care'. I do care, I remember him, don’t get me wrong! I know him and I remember him well; but I don’t remember him the way I remember my grandparents from my dad’s side. I remember little snippets, not the last time we went shopping together and whatnot. It’s just, now that I think- what if he spend his last two years (in bed rest), not having anything to do, and thought of his life, and my mom, and her kids. Did he wonder if we were okay? Why weren’t we calling him? Why weren’t we there? Didn’t we love him? I was too young to remember what they were like when mummy passed, but I saw, and still see the amount of pain and suffering that Jessie mummy goes through because of loosing Ronnie, and Ronnie was 15. And grandfather went through this for 13 years. And he had a connection, which was us- but we were too &lt;em&gt;lazy &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;stupid &lt;/em&gt;to care and remember that our grandfather, the oldest of all of them, even older than my great grandma, was sick, and he loved us, and worried, and had suffered greatly. If there was anything I could do, I would. But I can’t. Because its too late and he’s gone now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I’ve really learned from all this is that I still have 3 grandparents left- and I shouldn’t really be taking them or granted, because you never know. Everybody has this invisible timer on top of them, and its inevitably going to reach 0, so I’m not going to think I have all the time in the world to keep in touch, because I clearly don’t. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life and Death are in the hands of God, but the things you do in Life, well that would be your own choice. So it’s my choice to grieve my grandparents or not, and I refuse to keep doing it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5609065608827686022?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5609065608827686022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5609065608827686022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5609065608827686022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory Of…'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3583390969244157675</id><published>2009-07-15T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:53:35.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saiyanisland.com"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" alt="I am Rukia!" src="http://www.saiyanisland.com/bleach/tests/personality/rukia.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I usually don’t take a lot of online quizzes and stuff but when I saw this, &lt;em&gt;I had to do it. &lt;/em&gt;I was totally ready to get like Unohana-taichou or Soifon or something because we have a lot in common. But I’m Rukia! That’s just hilarious! But I have a cool sword, so whatever!:P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saiyanisland.com/bleach/?auto=tests/personality"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to take it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I saw this and took it… just cause it looked like fun. I know I have the biggest non-human obsession with Ukitake, but he literally is what I want you know- older, “he’s prettier than me…” look with lots of wisdom and character. And I love that I get to take care of him when he’s sick. Anyways, knowing that I’m a fool for Ukitake. I tried to take it as unbiased as possible… and ended up with…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/Sl5d6bI2MkI/AAAAAAAAADM/RKcPGD1zWFo/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin: 0px 0px 0px 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/Sl5d7gKzzoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DTqIjagFB20/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="183" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ukitake Jyuushiro!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You are majorly into May-December relationships -- this man is way too old for you, and his head of white hair and his persistent coughing doesn't help. Still, it's hard not to love him -- he showers you with expensive gifts whenever he feels like it and loves to eat at all the best places. He inspires devotion in you and always knows the right thing to say when you're down. He's a man with an unwavering sense of justice tempered with mercy, a boyfriend who'd forgive every little transgression within reason. Just remember that sometimes you'd have to baby him when he's ill. Take care of him yourself or else his insane assistants will try to usurp your position in his heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/the_best_bleach_boyfriend_for_you"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to take this one!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3583390969244157675?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3583390969244157675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-characters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3583390969244157675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3583390969244157675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-characters.html' title='Bleach Characters'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/Sl5d7gKzzoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DTqIjagFB20/s72-c/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8014027085451970794</id><published>2009-07-15T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:03:23.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Lesson of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Locked up in my room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Simple Plan- Shut Up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: “&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t give a chocolate fudge”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So sometimes it takes a long time to realize something very simple. People suck. Some people, like Mahtab, suck in a funny way- we love them. Other people suck in the “Kill me now, I’m going to kill them cold heartedly” way. Then there’s the “Whatever people” and the “Awesome” people. So they don’t really suck. But 1/4 people- they do suck in an awful way. Anyways, instead of killing people, you have two choices, tell them to eff off. Or ignore them. Now imagine if Obama sucked. (I’m not saying he does, I’m in Canada, American politics do &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;interest me, unless counting sheep has failed in putting me sleep). However, I imagine that telling Obama off is not a smart choice. I mean &lt;em&gt;come on, &lt;/em&gt;he’s got, most of a country on his side. Or so I believe… I wouldn’t really know, considering that American politics, bore me. Then again, Canadian politics bore me. Except for the green party. I think they’re cool. Anyways, back to telling Obama to eff off. Not a good idea. Besides, how are you going to get an audience, I can totally imagine this: “Why do you want to see Mr. President?” “I’m gonna tell him off” “Ah. Security”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yeah, not a good idea. Ignoring Obama is pretty easy. Well actually no, considering that I walk into the school hallways, and I’ll see at least one Obama T-shirt. I think Merin T-shirts would be so much cooler but hey, its a matter of opinion. Just that my opinion is better than yours. Yes I joke, I do not need to get caught up in an online flaming war. That’s not nice. Even if my opinion is the right one. I just think I would photograph better than Obama, that’s all. And my sister’s cute. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Point learned today is something that I would put in my list of “Things I do for ‘I Heart’ ”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve finally learned that ignoring a person works pretty well. It kinda gets them riled up but hey, whatever. If it makes it harder for you to ignore. Blast the iPod. Power metal sounds awesome in your head when you’re trying to ignore someone. So does Simple Plan, everyone knows “I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare&amp;quot;. Get an emo haircut. Maybe I should. No I wanna grow it back to long. But it can be emo long…&amp;#160; I think the whole reason I want the emo hair is because the word “emo” is just cool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, I’m officially done ranting about I Heart and Obama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Onto Shane Dawson. I’m not trying to promote this dude or something… yea I get $500 for promoting Shane Dawson. Uh, no. He’s the funniest guy on YouTube. Seriously. I though Fred was funny, he got annoying after a while. Shane’s just hilarious though. Though he named his dog Miley. Why? Well, Miley is a female dog. And so is Miley Cyrus, according to him and the 2000 comments that told him to name his dog Miley. I thought it was cute. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/shanedawsontv"&gt;Check him out here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well this was fun. Anyways, I’m going to go watch &lt;a href="http://megavideo.com/?v=NHR4LV4B"&gt;Bleach 228&lt;/a&gt;. Here’s the link if you want to read it. I waited to watch it for a really long time last night, but the sub wasn’t out till…what’s 12 hours ago? Midnight. Damn I fell asleep so early. I could’ve watched this last night! Well whatever it’s probably a filler. Oh yea, I see Yoruichi shopping. Anyways, I’ll go and watch that now- here’s the link: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="669" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/3e9e87e8962b231ad9f16d163ac5b442"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/3e9e87e8962b231ad9f16d163ac5b442" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="669" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I will talk to you all later! Toodles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: &lt;/strong&gt;Just finished watching it, and of course Bleach needs a Beach Day. My favourite part has to be the Funeral thing they did with Ukitake, poor man. I love him he’s so funny!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8014027085451970794?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8014027085451970794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-lesson-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8014027085451970794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8014027085451970794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-lesson-of-day.html' title='I Heart Lesson of the Day'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8049162444174233927</id><published>2009-07-15T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:11:51.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness from Sunday to Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Summer School at HB&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;United Live- Hillsong United- The Stand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Sleepy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just spend my weekend working. Friday: 3-10:30, Saturday all day and Sunday 4-8… I’m so tired that the only thing getting me out of this stupor would be… well Bleach of course! If I have to keep waiting for Friday, I am going to go insane! Going to go sleep now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay my exam is in like 3 hours, let’s pray I do well…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel like this is my twitter…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8049162444174233927?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8049162444174233927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness-from-sunday-to-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8049162444174233927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8049162444174233927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness-from-sunday-to-wednesday.html' title='Randomness from Sunday to Wednesday'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4566539496336442642</id><published>2009-07-10T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:32:50.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We’re not on your side… we’re on Ichigo’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;iPod is being charged…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Tired&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHHHATT WAS THATT!!!:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Vizards just pulled off the best entry they could’ve EVER done! It’s amazing! I’m shocked, appalled and frustrated at having to wait one more week till the next chapter arrives! Go Tite Kubo! You rock….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have not much to say about this but that it was great cliffhanger, I love it- I loved it even more when Hirako is asked by old Yama- “Am I right to assume you’re on my side?” And Hirako replies, “Of course not” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m thinking WHAT THE HELL, then he goes, We’re not your allies, we’re Aizen’s enemies. We’re on Ichigo’s side.” I was not expecting &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well that’s my rant for the day, I have to go read Naruto now- so toodles. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4566539496336442642?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4566539496336442642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-not-on-your-side-were-on-ichigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4566539496336442642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4566539496336442642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-not-on-your-side-were-on-ichigos.html' title='We’re not on your side… we’re on Ichigo’s'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-428232594889385686</id><published>2009-07-10T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:26:42.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for teacher to take attendance…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Physics Summer School&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Saviour King- Hillsong- In Your Freedom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: T&lt;/strong&gt;ired as hell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I just got my American Visa, and lost a day of summer school but whatever its Electricity and all that. I can’t wait for Modern Physics… I need a bigger challenge. This is really starting to bore me to death. I can’t help it- I love the physics but this physics is the stuff that I get in general, so it bores me… it’s going to be like taking advanced functions when I know how to find the derivative. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways… I’m sick of work- I’m thinking of quitting… but then I like having the money:P But then I really really need a break. Anyways I was talking to my buddy from England Mark who is so funny. We ended up discussing what sort of a car I should get… he started talking Cars to me and in the end, he was like “don’t worry about it…” it was funny. And I still don’t know what to get. Between the VW Fox or the Golf but I’ve always been a lover of the BMW M-series… like I’m getting &lt;em&gt;that one. &lt;/em&gt;Tough luck. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was finally getting around to watching Bleach again, and had to sit through a bunch of fillers. I was going to commit suicide but then I remembered that the Chapter was getting released today… and Hirako was back so I put the poison away. I know, I’m morbidly funny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, my Hillsong &lt;em&gt;high &lt;/em&gt;isn’t really wearing down anytime soon, but I moved from Across The Earth, to Saviour King and like other CD’s… though I’m starting to listen to a lot more of non-Christian, like The Fray, OneRepublic (This started after I watched Castle and heard Stop and Stare), and lots and lots and lots and lots of Kate Voegele. 99 Times vaguely reminds me of something… but I don’t actually know what… someone let me know if you think you know what I’m talking about. Thanks in advance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: &lt;/strong&gt;It’s 10:45am now and I’ve just spent 10 minutes playing Mahjong Titans, and the other 1/2 hour sleeping. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-428232594889385686?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/428232594889385686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-for-teacher-to-take-attendance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/428232594889385686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/428232594889385686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-for-teacher-to-take-attendance.html' title='Waiting for teacher to take attendance…'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3234914665760363416</id><published>2009-07-07T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:14:56.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This song totally rocks my world and its what I do- I wait for my future husband- and pray for him. Where ever he is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:28f12972-b556-47cf-8ec6-4cda2c79c5b4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="17599b14-2575-4cf5-bc99-e1bf082d517d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9bXwLC_Kgs" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SlPzD0HbtII/AAAAAAAAADI/dwsNYl8EwhA/video10b292d45ba6%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('17599b14-2575-4cf5-bc99-e1bf082d517d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t9bXwLC_Kgs&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t9bXwLC_Kgs&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-3234914665760363416?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3234914665760363416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3234914665760363416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3234914665760363416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-for-me.html' title='Wait For Me'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SlPzD0HbtII/AAAAAAAAADI/dwsNYl8EwhA/s72-c/video10b292d45ba6%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-846471323552506180</id><published>2009-07-06T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:50:56.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach 364</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;One Crowded Hour- Augie March&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Wanting to simply write… very strange.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Beware all Bleach watchers- SPOILERS BELOW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The last few weeks have been amazing for me, in terms of Bleach simply because of the fact that I live for Ukitake and Kyouraku. Considering that Kyouraku’s bankai is banned, you wonder how strong they actually are. Now I would’ve written about their imminent awesomeness earlier on… but I was too star struck to care. Until he almost cut Ukitake! Poor Jyuushiro-chan actually got &lt;em&gt;hurt. &lt;/em&gt;I was on the verge of murderous intent taking over any little sanity my mind held onto and just destroying my pretty pretty laptop (Thank God I didn’t… it’s an HP Touchsmart tx2 that cost me my arm and half a leg (read: 6 months worth of a No Frills Cashier’s Salary). Anyways, then the big shocker hit (no really, I wouldn’t be writing about Bleach unless he actually &lt;em&gt;died, &lt;/em&gt;which he obviously didn’t because GOD HELP TITE KUBO IF HE KILLS MY JYUUSHIRO-CHAN! (I may as well be channelling Yachiru). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then thank The Lord for Hirako Shinji and the other Vaizards who will save the day! I was like wow! They looked &lt;em&gt;awesome. &lt;/em&gt;Amazing. Period. But that has to be the first cliff hanger… &lt;em&gt;ever. &lt;/em&gt;I was very frustrated by it actually- but all in all, a good chapter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-846471323552506180?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/846471323552506180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-354.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/846471323552506180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/846471323552506180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-354.html' title='Bleach 364'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2955889018045626692</id><published>2009-07-06T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:48:03.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Heart Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Desk at home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Generation- Simple Plan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Inspired&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SlKbQDGpKuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nq3NDGXekGs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090626_7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Snapshot_20090626_7" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Snapshot_20090626_7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SlKasNaAcxI/AAAAAAAAADA/YkN0-9srkRk/Snapshot_20090626_7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-heart.org"&gt;www.i-heart.org&lt;/a&gt; is the new home for the “I Heart” Revolution. I’ve written a huge thing about it, on the left box, but if you want a the spark notes version- its basically a group of people, who help other people and spread the love of God in &lt;em&gt;practical &lt;/em&gt;ways. This isn’t us walking around giving out free Bibles. This is us actually taking care of our fellow citizens of Earth and showing &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways, right now- they’re asking us to send photos to them, explaining what it is that we do- and It’s totally awesome, so when someone gets a chance- do this! &lt;a href="www.i-heart.org"&gt;The I-Heart Revolution&lt;/a&gt; is about the people, and this is the future. So me and the rest of us ask you- what’re you going to do about it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2955889018045626692?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2955889018045626692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2955889018045626692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2955889018045626692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-revolution.html' title='I-Heart Revolution'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SlKasNaAcxI/AAAAAAAAADA/YkN0-9srkRk/s72-c/Snapshot_20090626_7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5404147292057439819</id><published>2009-07-04T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:15:01.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Hours of Physics Every Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;Start of Physics 12 at HB&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Annoying cricket sound in the background while teacher takes attendance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Sleepy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So between Physics and Chemistry, I always like Chemistry better because it was easier. But to my quirky and odd mind, Physics made sense. Yes, the thing that usually doesn’t make sense to people, made sense to me. I always had to hardest time with my math in Physics, not the concepts of Physics themselves. This makes me realize why I liked Quantum chemistry the best. What? An electron is a particle &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;a wave? Yea. I get that. What? The world may be made up of tiny vibrating strings that make up everything? Yea. I totally get that. The strangeness of the science meant that I understood everything, but the troublesome math involved. Don’t get me wrong, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;math. I adore it, but that doesn’t mean that it made sense to me. I have a hard time doing things like driving because its so systematic. I takes me time to get the rules or whatever, and I guess because its so &lt;strong&gt;logical, &lt;/strong&gt;I have a hard time with it. I guess you need a logical brain to get math- the purest form of logic (as Mr. K once put it back when I was in grade 11). I don’t have a logical brain. It’s easy for me to follow strange concepts and ideas because hey, illogical just met illogical. I love math, but I love &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;get Physics. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yea so I wrote all of this just to say that I love doing 5 hours of Physics in one day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;t00dles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5404147292057439819?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5404147292057439819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-hours-of-physics-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5404147292057439819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5404147292057439819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-hours-of-physics-every-day.html' title='5 Hours of Physics Every Day!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7885009678749740486</id><published>2009-07-02T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:22:27.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Up Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;5 minutes before bell ringing at HBSS, Physics Summer School&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;All of The Above- Hillsong- Solution&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Meh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may know that the City of Toronto’s city workers have striked due to many important reasons; which I agree with completely.&amp;#160; And if you want an explanation, ask Mrs. Bevan- she’s awesome. (Yea, here I go with awesome again). On the other hand, it’s great for city workers- awful for city. Makes us think about how hard they really work. When I stepped into Downtown Toronto, all I saw was garbage, and more garbage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;City of Toronto/City of Garbage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Mr. Krstovic, my awesomely (I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;a new word to obsess on) awesome (I know) Chemistry teacher and I tried to put together a clean up of Toronto. We’re not trying to offend the workers or anything, just kind of clean up because of how disgusting it was. Anyways, not a lot of people actually want to clean up the city- which makes sense, I mean yea- who wants to spend Canada Day cleaning up TO ? I got my dear twin Sloane to help us plan… but we basically ended up having me, Dale and Mr. Krstovic- and Mrs. Bevan joining us later on, and all we did was simply pick up garbage around the city, by Dundas Square, City Hall and Eaton Centre. In three hours and change (that’s sound oddly right), we managed to collect 11 big black garbage bags FULL OF LITTER!! What really annoyed me was people handing out random things in the middle of the city, and everyone simply throwing it on the ground. They weren’t helpful at all. Well, they have to do their job right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All in all, it was cool- China Town was just disgusting though, with the garbage everywhere. Nevertheless, I though it was a nice place, considering I’ve never been there before. I had a lot of fun, and I could see the results instantaneously! If 3 people in 3 hours could pick up 11 bags! Imagine 10 groups of 3! That would be like 110 bags! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I’m thinking of a bigger clean up… let’s go people! We have work to do!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7885009678749740486?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7885009678749740486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleaning-up-toronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7885009678749740486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7885009678749740486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleaning-up-toronto.html' title='Cleaning Up Toronto'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-6944453604979338428</id><published>2009-06-30T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:09:28.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: &lt;/strong&gt;At My Desk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Sound of Melodies- Leeland- Sound of Melodies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Worried, really worried. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s this line in the song Solution by Hillsong United (big surprise there!) that basically goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is not too far a cry   &lt;br /&gt;Too much to try and help the least of these    &lt;br /&gt;Politics will not decide if we should rise    &lt;br /&gt;And be Your hands and feet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well think about it. This is “I Heart” all over again. And for me, being God’s hands and feet is showing the lost that we’re not isolated freaks or something. It’s showing that what we know to be truth- and the only universal truth, which I personally believe is God. And God is love. So to show the truth, we show our love. Now this can be to the lost sheep in Canada, the hungry and forgotten children of Africa, or even to the special creations of God that humans abuse, from trees to the clay that God made us from; that we step on every day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Us developed countries, are &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;blessed, that we’ve come to take it for granted. I think thats unbelievable selfish of us to say that, “people in Africa are too far for me to go and help because I live in Canada”. Or, “Why should I care about the environment? There’s environmentalists to do that”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To be frank, if we want the &lt;em&gt;whole world &lt;/em&gt;to be a better place; that is, all 6.whatever billion people on this planet to all be well fed, healthy and happy, - well that’s going to take more than the few 1000 who care. What I realized this week was that its easy for people to say, “Oh yea, I totally feel bad about the fact that polar bears are dying” Then if you want them to help you do something about it, a million excuses pop up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For me, I want to make a difference. You know, there’s like 6 billion people on Earth right now, and there’s been a lot more than that if you count all the people who lived and died. Aristotle lived thousands of years ago, but hey? We all know who that is. Einstein, Newton, Galileo, and Darwin. Even Hitler, Martin Luther King Jr., and Caesar all have one thing in common. They made a difference, good or bad- and even now, after they’ve died, our generation knows all of those names. We’re familiar with what they did. They didn’t sit around and say, “It’s too difficult a problem to solve” or “Someone else can do it”. They knew what they wanted to accomplish, so they went ahead and did it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My generation is full of people who twitter or Facebook rather that talk. It’s easy for people to say no online because they’re not looking at someone in the face and refusing them. We’re born into a culture, a generation that &lt;em&gt;cares less. &lt;/em&gt;We don’t feel that responsibility to our community, or that need to do s&lt;em&gt;omething. &lt;/em&gt;Our culture is spiralling towards a dangerous exit, and I’m hoping to God that we get out of this black hole. What I’m afraid of is that our children are going to look back at us and say, “They’re the ones that put us in this situation” whatever that may be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m big about The “I Heart” Revolution because it strives to bring out the activist in people. Whether its to smile more, or stop human trafficking, they believe we can do it. And I think so too. Why not? The only thing stopping us is our selfishness, and need to look out for ourselves before anything else. I see people who’ve taught me or people of an older generation and they grew up &lt;em&gt;caring. &lt;/em&gt;I don’t know how we ended up a generation of individual making up an entire group that doesn’t give a damn. And it’s not just they don’t care though. To quote a youth leader than I have much respect in many ways, I was &lt;em&gt;shocked &lt;/em&gt;when he looked at me and said, “I don’t get it! Why should I care if the city is dirty or not? It’s not my problem.” I’m not sure how happy I am in a world that can’t understand something so simple as, it’s your home- sustain it, or you’ll lose it; what next planet are we going to jump to in this universe that can sustain life the way earth can? I guess maybe it’s a good thing I was born in thsi generation, because if I were born earlier, I’d just be like the others doing things for the global community. As it turns out, I’m a loner in the midst of a generation which doesn’t care, for the most part. I guess I’m here to play my part, and make them see the change, because my generation needs a nudge. Or more like a giant push towards revolution.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-6944453604979338428?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/6944453604979338428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6944453604979338428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6944453604979338428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-difference.html' title='Making a Difference'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7434807564469551078</id><published>2009-06-25T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:53:26.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; On my bed at home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Across The Earth- Hillsong United- This Is Our God&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Reminiscing and Sad, but Happy too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="prom merin" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 15px 0px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="prom merin" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SkQ8BgQa95I/AAAAAAAAACw/RFFU5M4EqJM/prom%20merin%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;June 23rd, 2009. What a night! In few days, I will be a graduate of Fletcher’s Meadow Secondary School. I used to live in Toronto, and before that I lived in Carrolton, TX, and before that, Zurich, Switzerland. This is the longest I’ve stayed in the same area- which is 5 years. So I wasn’t like the kids who grew up here and are graduating with the people they’ve know since they’ve been in diapers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, I’ve known these guys (and girls)for 4 years (that’s a long time for me:)). I’ve shared Science Olympics, Earth Hour, 30 Hr Famine, Spring Fling, Semi, Fame, Chemistry Show, Mole Day and Ecobuzz. I’ve cried with them through losing people and I was there with them for hours locked up during lock down. I laughed with them when we played truth or dare in the Cafe. I was with them when we stole cookies from Counting on You with Miss Habibzadah. Most of all, I remember days with my best friends of a ll freaking TIME- Leena Kuruvilla(who I need to see desperately or I’ll kill my self) and Michelle Tat (who is the most beautiful girl in the universe!); and singing Take It All and Tell The World in French and Geology! I remember Grade 10 Science with Shilpa and Raina (I swear, I’m going to marry them both!) and how our labs were utter failures- but more fun than all my senior science classes put together (yes people, even more than Chemistry!!!). And I’ve gone from hating Calculus with a PASSION to loving it; and Allison, I love you for staying with me the whole time- you’re an amazing and wonderful friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to give credit where it is due. There are some people I have to thank&amp;#160; because without them, I would either have blown something up, killed someone (including myself) or been admitted to the hospital for a mental breakdown. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First and foremost, I have to thank &lt;strong&gt;God-&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know how I survived without having a God who understood me more that anyone. He was always there, even at times I didn’t want him- but he knew I needed him. So Thank You. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My wonderful, quirky, dear sisters in Christ who kept me sane, or as sane as Merin Chacko could possibly be: &lt;strong&gt;Leena Kuruvilla&lt;/strong&gt;, you’re not around anymore- but I know if I need you, you’ll always be there. &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Tat&lt;/strong&gt;, you saved me from going insane- literally, and I can’t thank you and Leena enough for it. &lt;strong&gt;Shilpa Varghese&lt;/strong&gt;, the voice of reason in my head, who always prayed for me and is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. &lt;strong&gt;Reena Kuruvilla&lt;/strong&gt;, I love you soo much- you are my big sister, and you’re a wonderful role model, &lt;strong&gt;Chechi:)&lt;/strong&gt; And of course, my dear cousins who are my rock and my foundation; &lt;strong&gt;Nissy Sunny&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Stacey Mathew&lt;/strong&gt;- I will love you till the end of the world- just because you rock my world. No one can understand me the way you two do- and no one ever will… these two are my future bridesmaids, and godmothers of my kids!&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks also to my dear friends who were always there and Fletcher’s would’ve been empty without you. Allison Wong, another voice of reason- but one who helped me realize that I can do what &lt;strong&gt;I want to do, not what is expected of me. &lt;/strong&gt;Thank you. &lt;strong&gt;Rabeena Ali, Sagar Patel and Razina Gilao&lt;/strong&gt;, my first friends at Fletcher's, I’m NEVER going to forget you. &lt;strong&gt;Burhan Hussein, &lt;/strong&gt;one of my best friends, and so funny that it’s annoying- but great. And a genius. You realize things about me before I do… like what the heck!:P &lt;strong&gt;Manik Choudhry and Brenda Trinh&lt;/strong&gt;- my math buddies, we make the best ice cream and you know it! Brenda my date for Prom:P, you’re so amazing- and totally genius. &lt;strong&gt;Tej Dhami and Swar Meher&lt;/strong&gt; , I hope I can have a beautiful relationship like yours- God Bless. &lt;strong&gt;Laura Brown&lt;/strong&gt;, you are outright crazy. I don’t know what the hell goes on inside your head. But I love it! Enjoy your rocks:P &lt;strong&gt;Raina Desai&lt;/strong&gt;, I’m going to call you every week and bug you but I don’t care, I’ve seen you since grade 10- and I’m not gonna let our friendship break. Thank you for just being there. &lt;strong&gt;Sloane Martin&lt;/strong&gt;, my twin- Austria Hungary! All the way! And we both know that we joined and decided to take over the world, it was already done. And your siblings rock, but still manage to drive me insane. &lt;strong&gt;Janessa Scantleburry&lt;/strong&gt;, you’ve got the most beautiful voice, and an even more beautiful heart. Take care of your self. &lt;strong&gt;Antoinette Mullings&lt;/strong&gt;, Thanks for being you and not anyone else, just you. All the damn time. :)&lt;strong&gt;Minhaz Khaiser, Xinou Gao&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest of the Bleach GROUP! Byakuya rules, but I got Ukitake… so we’re good. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keziah Chan and Jennifer Phung&lt;/strong&gt; (my #1 Green Friend), you’re my little kids- you’ve got another year to go- so be careful and take care! I know you’re both going places. Thanks also to &lt;strong&gt;Henry Hong,&lt;/strong&gt; stay pokish forever!:P &lt;strong&gt;Fahd Ali&lt;/strong&gt;, you’re the nicest and sweetest guy I’ve met, Thanks for driving me back from the hospital when I was too sick, and for handling the news well even when I practically thrust it in your face- I truly am sorry about that. &lt;strong&gt;Brandom Zambri&lt;/strong&gt; aka Russian- you brighten up my day. &lt;strong&gt;Ankur Mahajan, Michael Le, and countless others &lt;/strong&gt;who poke me- I love you all. &lt;strong&gt;Manik Choudhry&lt;/strong&gt;, aka MC- You’re two of kind, and just magically amazing like that. &lt;strong&gt;Ankit Sareen&lt;/strong&gt;, (Father)- you’re just hilarious, and I love you for it. &lt;strong&gt;Mahtab Alam, &lt;/strong&gt;self proclaimed “that sexy guy with sexy pimples”… just wow. You’re on something and I want some!:&lt;strong&gt;Patrick Ho-Ly, Filip Zubac, and Chris Ghouchandra&lt;/strong&gt;(I spelled that wrong I know), you’re all unique and appalling at times. I’m gonna miss you three just for that. &lt;strong&gt;Farrah Mohammad&lt;/strong&gt;, Chemistry 11 was magic thanks to you, and &lt;strong&gt;Vincent Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;- who endured Twilight with me and&lt;strong&gt; Sumaira Saif,&lt;/strong&gt; and ended up listening to my ramblings in 3 semesters of Math. And of course, lets not forget everybody’s scapegoat- the much loved &lt;strong&gt;Rutwik Brambhat&lt;/strong&gt;. You’re not getting you’re test back, but you’re so high and you know it. Thank you all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My dear Biology 4: we had so much fun!: &lt;strong&gt;Dianagris Balakrishnan&lt;/strong&gt;, you’re such a beautiful person, both inside and out. Remember staying up all hours finishing our History of DNA Timeline? Or Tokio Hotel? OR MY ROOM FULL OF ART? &lt;strong&gt;Mohsin Khan&lt;/strong&gt;, my dear friend with the awesome hair. And &lt;strong&gt;Jordan John&lt;/strong&gt;, my dear “grandfather”, my mallu who’s always there for me, even though I insult him every chance I get, you rock! As for Chemistry 12, you know I won the bet. I’m never going to forget that Ms. Yen thought you two were gay! (Yea I probably shouldn’t have told the world that)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now the people who’ve been my role models- my &lt;strong&gt;teachers&lt;/strong&gt; from Day 1 to Graduation, I don’t know what I’d do without you. And besides, all the 9’s and 10’s thought I was one of you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Bevan, Mrs. Filliter and Mr. Berwik, &lt;/strong&gt;my STEP Sponsors- you guys are such dedicated people and I can’t imagine better role models for the future generation of environmentalists. You’ve taught me well:D&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. M. Thomas, Ms. Mighty and Mrs. Bent-Thomas, &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for all your support for Christian Fellowship, I’ll miss you. &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Lujen, Ms. Yu, Mr. Desjardins, Mr. Devereux&lt;/strong&gt; (see why I couldn’t say just Mr. D?), Philosophy Club and School Reach was great and fun and I loved it. Thank you for having me, even with my crazy schedule. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Miller, &lt;/strong&gt;you taught me to get a backbone and stand up for myself. And about falling filing cabinets. Enough said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On to my third home, second only to the STEP Room and Science Pod, Math Department! &lt;strong&gt;Miss Habibzadah, &lt;/strong&gt;aka Miss Evil. I’m proud to be H-brain-washed. You’re so weird and awesome at the same time, and I keep saying awesome, I’m running out of words to use. And you made Math… well fun, and Hitler has stuck around for the longest time ever- I can’t get rid of the name! Don’t you dare forget Hitler, Baby Beluga and Tardy Flipper, you know you love us. &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Charest, &lt;/strong&gt;you make me grow up and it was pleasure to learn from you, even if it flew over my head. I guess I am a Physics kid at heart, eh? One day I’m going to look back and remember that I wouldn’t have made these choices without your advices. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Ferneyhough- &lt;/strong&gt;“We all use math everyday” Fine. You’ve proved it correct and I bow to your awesomeness, happy? I’m gonna miss you two, so take care and keep Nspiring! hehe:) &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Noguchi, &lt;/strong&gt;I don’t remember my mom, but I were to have an idealized vision of her in my head, its you. I’ve laughed, and cried with you, and we’re so keeping in touch. And the rest of math, you rock, just like math does!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m ending with &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; because I could probably wax eloquently over the awesomeness of our science pod. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Krstovic- &lt;/strong&gt;you are an inspiration. I’m awed at how hard you work for us students. You inspire the inner chemist in all of us, not matter how small it is, and you leave an everlasting mark on us all. Besides, its hard to forget a teacher who lit himself on fire!&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Sobec, &lt;/strong&gt;my quirky teacher- you and your funny analogies that I’ll never forget. You’re one of those people its easy to talk to and just let it out; thank you for just listening to me when I thought I would blow up. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Lippa, &lt;/strong&gt;you’re the second craziest teacher I’ve met, and you made me love a science that I had a hard time understanding. You’re one of the best I’ve ever had. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Whisen, &lt;/strong&gt;you show more grace and understanding in teaching than teachers who may have more experience or knowledge than you. And you’re hilarious. &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Regular- &lt;/strong&gt;I wasn’t sure how you'd be taking over Mr. Lippa’s class- but you were wonderful and all my doubts were wrongly placed- because you taught and you pushed us along till we were the best we could be. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ellis, &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve never seen a person with such composure and calm collectedness, even in situations where I know I’d be beating up someone. &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Petrychkovych, &lt;/strong&gt;you’re a mad scientist at heart and I love your dedication to making Science open and wonderful to the entire student body. Working with you was one of my favourite opportunities this year. &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Yen, &lt;/strong&gt;you’re an awesome teacher and I always left your class laughing at your wit. Amazing. Period. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Killins, &lt;/strong&gt;you’re probably not going to read this or even remember me- but you’ll always be the teacher that could never stop smiling even when he was mad as hell. &lt;strong&gt;And the rest of the science department, &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve worked with all of you in one way or the other, be in Science Olympics, Chemistry Show or Culture Show, and I have nothing but respect for each and every one of you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there it is, my life at Fletcher’s in about 2000 words. I love you all so much, and I can’t believe I’m leaving you all. So many moments that defined my high school career, and now its over and I’m kind of lost. Soon I’m going to leave and I’m going to have to do this all over again, like all of you, except to a bigger extreme. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before I finish, I have to thank &lt;strong&gt;Joel Houston &lt;/strong&gt;from Hillsong United. He is my biggest role model and he runs I Heart Revolution. He’s changing the world right now, and that’s what I want to do. He’s the person that I want to be, the person who said my signature words, “If our generation is remember for iPods, myspace and YouTube, we failed.” I know we’re bigger than that, we’re going into the real world, and our great teachers and counsellors have prepared us as much as possible.&amp;#160; Now its my turn to show them that we can make a difference. I promise you, I am going to change the world, so you better do it too. I swear to you, I won’t disappoint you, I’m going to make you proud of me, you’ve all supported me so much, that I can’t bear to let you down. Just watch, I’m going to make you proud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love always, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merin Chacko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7434807564469551078?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7434807564469551078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7434807564469551078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7434807564469551078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduating.html' title='Graduating'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SkQ8BgQa95I/AAAAAAAAACw/RFFU5M4EqJM/s72-c/prom%20merin%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2050965823975772541</id><published>2009-06-20T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:17:56.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So any self respecting Finnish Power/Gothic/Orchestral Metal/Rock fans (cause you know, there’s soo many of them out there) would know of Nightwish. They’re loud. They’re long hair. They’re for the most part, ugly. But they’re good. And that’s what ultimately matters. This isn’t America and they don’t have to be hot- this is Finnish Power/Gothic/Orchestral Metal/Rock Then comes the lead singer. For the longest times it’s been Tuomas and Marco. That Tarja. Yea admit, that’s where the “Orchestral” part of Nightwish came in because her voice is like wow-it’s trained. It’s good. And she’s not ugly. Whatsoever. See sometimes, hot=evil conniving b-whoopsies- WITCH. Literally, if you want the whole story look it up, there’s enough people writing about it. So for 2 years, it was Marco and Tuomas again, which personally, its good. Tuomas writes all their songs anyway so its not like they lost something big. The thing is, they’re known for their female rockers. So now that Tarja was gone, they had to get someone new. Here comes Anette. She sounds like evil mixed with a bit of pop. I like it. Lots of people are stuck in Tarja mode. I like them both, and I can’t understand this huge catfight going on with Nightwish fans. ANyways, people go listen to Wishmaster and Amaranth… I gotta say, I like Amaranth better, but anyways, I’m going to sleep now. Actually I;m going to put away my clothes because I can’t actually sleep until I do so. Alrighty- toodles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2050965823975772541?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2050965823975772541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightwish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2050965823975772541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2050965823975772541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightwish.html' title='Nightwish'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5498738275353156883</id><published>2009-06-08T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:41:58.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and (Asymptotes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Calculus of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love is one of those things that lots of people try to define, and lots of people fail. There isn’t any point in me trying to define something such as love, because I believe it is like infinity- indeterminate. Imagine a function where each x value represents some sort of word, well when you hit certain words, you either have an asymptote, a hole or the derivative is a vertical line, so it can’t be defined. Things like infinity, life, love and all those cool words. So the point is, I’m not wasting my time trying to differentiate the definition of an asymptote, it Does Not Exist. But I think I’ve found the solution for Love, at least for me. I suppose if I’ve found the definition of love for my function, then everyone must have their own function, which are all the same type- with different stretches and translations to them, but all with certain defining characteristics. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then again it is entirely possible that love is still an asymptote, its like faith, you can’t put a mathematical value to it, but you know its there (at least I do). Anyways, I found the answer in Joel Houston and his awesome song (the guy should be a mathematician cause he’s such a musical genius; isn’t there some correlation between those two somewhere? And he’s blond. So obviously he’s special:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, to the genius’ genius lyrics:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I don't need to see it to believe it   &lt;br /&gt;I don't need to see it to believe it    &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't shake this    &lt;br /&gt;Fire deep inside my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This life is Yours and hope is rising   &lt;br /&gt;As Your glory floods our hearts    &lt;br /&gt;Let love tear down these walls    &lt;br /&gt;That all creation would    &lt;br /&gt;Come back to You    &lt;br /&gt;It's all for You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What’s it like to give everything you have to someone and let them rule your life? That’s submission, so people do it out of fear, or love. At least I believe that if there was to be actual submission, you wouldn’t do it out of fear- because then you’d be happy to leave if you wanted to. With love, when you give it away, it wasn’t torn from your hands, slowly wrenched away from each finger, it was simply taken as a gift. The point is maybe humans can’t define love, but obviously God can. So it’s entirely possible that if God had his own function (God can totally do math, He’s awesome like that), he wouldn’t have an asymptote for love, or for anything- cause he can define everything. Then his function would be of higher degree that ours… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5498738275353156883?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5498738275353156883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-and-asymptotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5498738275353156883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5498738275353156883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-and-asymptotes.html' title='Love and (Asymptotes)'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7015342883177081279</id><published>2009-06-05T08:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:46:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Down The Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been listening to the new CD by Hillsong United. And those of you who’ve spend any time with me know what if I was stranded on a deserted island, and I had to choose between my iPod and a pack full of life-saving stuff. I’ve choose the iPod, I’d die before it’s battery die. Well that and the Bible of course, I’d need my Bible. The point is that I love Hillsong. When “This is Our God” came out, I was thinking, “that’s it, they’ve reached their summit, this is the best CD, it was as good as United We Stand… and those two, I listen to all day. Their New CD is with the whole I HEART Revolution, called a_Cross//the_EARTH: Tear Down The Walls. It’s so amazing I’m in class studying and listening to it. Wow. Joel, Dylan, Brooke and Matt went crazy here! I miss Marty now that he’s in the Hillsong Church one- but we’re got Dylan! And he’s awesome. They’re all amazing! Two songs I would recommend looking up ASAP, is “Tear Down The Walls” and “Soon”, they’re brilliant and wonderfully written. “Arms Open Wide” is also great, but “Soon” is my favourite. I got the CD March 26th, when it came out here… and I haven’t listened to anything else yet. I don’t think I will until Faith, Hope and Love by original Hillsong come out. It’s a Hillsong Year for me again:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7015342883177081279?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7015342883177081279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/tear-down-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7015342883177081279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7015342883177081279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/tear-down-walls.html' title='Tear Down The Walls'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7672951648179209136</id><published>2009-06-05T08:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:22:11.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRODUCT OF WASTED TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Masashi Kishimoto, I have the utmost respect for you and your art… but what the heck where you thinking!????? Naruto 449 basically goes like this, “Sorry we destroyed your village, here’s some flowers” No really, that’s what Nagato did. I was like WHAAT?? U LIE TO ME! I cannot believe Naruto just won someone over with words… Ok, I mean that’s great- the fact that he is such an amazing ninja… but life and death are two things that are final. I think that for him to bring everyone back to life was unfair. I mean, Thank you Masashi, Kakashi is back! But at the same time, come on! That’s not how the real world works! And don’t tell me its only manga not the real world… it was like… what??? Naruto 450 on the other hand, was rather interesting. I’m so glad that Naruto is finally receiving the attention that he was fully deserving of. I’m so glad for that. And then Danzo as the new Hokage??? WTF! This is going to screw Konoha over for sure. Naruto just talked to Pain about bringing together the Countries and Danzo is such a black-hearted monster! Another challenge for our great ninja Naruto! Anyways, lets see what happened to Naruto now! It seems Naruto was interesting as usual, now lets just hope Bleach and One Piece get back up there too!!:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7672951648179209136?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7672951648179209136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/product-of-wasted-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7672951648179209136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7672951648179209136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/06/product-of-wasted-time.html' title='A PRODUCT OF WASTED TIME'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8004336020655485688</id><published>2009-05-28T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:58:54.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now I’ve talked about faith alot. Now' I’ve lost something that I really need and I’m going to be in a lot of trouble without it, because it is worth a lot. But I am saying it here, because I have complete faith in God who can do ANYTHING! that I will come back tomorrow, sit down and write that I have found the precious thing that I have lost. I have complete belief that I will find what I seek. Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, I will find it tomorrow FOR SURE!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8004336020655485688?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8004336020655485688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8004336020655485688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8004336020655485688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4347312238511564840</id><published>2009-05-28T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:48:03.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned This Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="AR CENA" size="3"&gt;Earth and Space Science is a course which studies the mystery that is the universe, from the 156 billion light years to a relatively minuscule planet called Earth, which is our only home. In the Solar System unit, we learned about how our solar system formed from the leftovers of a nebula. That’s how the only planet known by humans to have carbon based life, was created; through space dust. Then we learned that there were many requirements for life to form on a planet, such as the right distance from the sun, the right size for not only the planet, but the sun as well, the right amount of tilt, and even the right area and type of galaxy. These along with many other requirements are needed for a planet to be able to form life, as we know it. In this huge universe, some scientist managed to calculate that there were 10 000 planets with the possibility of meeting all the requirements to form a planet suitable for life. Assuming that these 10 000 planets do have life, it makes our planet a very rare occurrence in the universe, because we’re one of 10 000, in billions of planets. This made me think about how important it was that we not destroy our only home. Think about it, we can’t keep living on this planet as if we have another one to just go to when we’re done with this one. Life sustainable planets are rare and should be sustained and should not be exploited. But that is exactly what humans are doing; they are using all the materials of the earth, not taking into account how long it takes for those materials to form, or that fact that they are not a renewable source. Humans also ignore the effects that moving earth materials into the atmosphere or water will do. As far as we know, we have only one planet, we do not have the technology to move to Mars and live there, and the earth cannot reproduce certain materials quickly enough because of how fast we consume it. Take for example, the amount of natural gases we use; we do not have an endless supply of it and it take millions of years to return these gases into the ground. Humans also use natural materials such as rocks and minerals extensively. I’ve learned that the rock cycle is a slow process and takes time to happen, so we’re bound to run out soon. All of this knowledge simply goes to show that humans are taking more and more advantage of earth and its materials, so much that earth will not be so hospitable to our future generations. I’m president of the Students Towards Environmental Protection here at FMSS., and what I’ve learned is that Earth has gone through many periods of geological change and continues to do so. Life forms have learned to adapt to changing climate and environment, and the ones who couldn’t were wiped out. The question for us is not how to protect earth and sustain it, mother earth is strong will survive, the question is whether humans will evolve to adapt, or be wiped out. I personally think that it is beneficial for us to simply sustain the planet the way it is right now. Yes, change will occur, but that doesn’t mean that change will have to be so harsh that humans cannot survive. If we don’t do something about the high temperature and even higher sea levels, there will come a time when it’s so hot that humans cannot survive on the planet! There is a fine equilibrium at work on planet earth which has been disrupted rather greatly by the arrival of human beings. Instead of the gradual and inevitable change that earth has proceeded through for billions of years, that rate has accelerated and now it is as if earth is running through change. I’ve decided that I don’t care if other people want to destroy their home. I plan to live long, and I plan to enjoy my life on earth, why should I have to suffer acid rain and soaring temperatures because my parents and grandparents couldn’t control their self-indulgent characteristics? Because they couldn’t walk that drive to the nearby store, or open the windows than blast the air conditioning? Why should my children and I suffer? I don’t care if the elder generation won’t do anything, their time is almost up and we’re the ones rising to write a whole new history, one that will be filled with shift and turmoil. The youth of today will stand up, we will make a difference, it’s our home now, and I refuse to say that I’ve inherited it from you, its more like you’ve stolen it from us, we won’t enjoy the comfort of cooler weather, calmer climate or the lack of the natural disasters that you did, but it’s not too late. I think we can still make a difference, and I think that if everyone sits around waiting for the David Suzuki of our generation to rise up and lead us, nothing will happen, and we’ll be even worse that our ancestors who exploited our only home. So I think if no one else will, then I will. I came into this course with a determination that I would become an oncologist and find the cure for cancer. I could help thousands of people from suffering if I do so. The environment has always been a passion of mine and though I knew I wouldn’t be getting involved in it as a career, I knew it would be there. However, after learning all these things in Earth and Space science, it is clear that I am much more interested in keeping our planet suitable for our needs, because earth will go on orbiting the sun for many millennia, whether we’re still living on it or not. There is no point in finding the cure for cancer if we all die anyways. Now I’m not saying that I’m giving up on medicine here, but I’ll definitely be more involved in Environmental Awareness and Protection, because it is a very important role and it is our duty to do so. In light of my new discovery, I will be taking a double major, if possible in Medicine and Environmental Studies. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="AR CENA" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4347312238511564840?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4347312238511564840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-this-semester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4347312238511564840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4347312238511564840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-this-semester.html' title='What I Learned This Semester'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1631390513067262679</id><published>2009-05-21T07:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:47:44.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vectors Exams</title><content type='html'>So my vectors exam is in like 3 hours, and I know I'm not ready. But thats okay because I know a God who knows everything and can do anything. So I'll be fine. I'll be more than fine.:)   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1631390513067262679?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1631390513067262679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/vectors-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1631390513067262679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1631390513067262679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/vectors-exams.html' title='Vectors Exams'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-1307840838177169844</id><published>2009-05-03T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:50:49.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I sang Desert Song, by Brooke Fraser… for some reason, all the songs that I am ABLE to sing, as by Brooke Fraser. It’s interesting to say the least- that me and Brooke have the same basic ranges. But man, she’s a way better singer than me by far. Hillsong United is coming soon! I shall buy tickets, and go! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, here it is, enjoy, and check out my youtube people!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/chackomerin"&gt;www.youtube.com/user/chackomerin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/toVCWgTGQ1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/toVCWgTGQ1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-1307840838177169844?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/1307840838177169844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/desert-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1307840838177169844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/1307840838177169844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/desert-song.html' title='Desert Song'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7455606346854376968</id><published>2009-05-03T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:36:23.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Hillsong to toronto now!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 0px"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" width="300" height="275" data="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="&amp;amp;bg=black&amp;amp;sid=D0-001-002743844-9&amp;amp;size=300&amp;amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;target=myspace" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7455606346854376968?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7455606346854376968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/bring-hillsong-to-toronto-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7455606346854376968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7455606346854376968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/05/bring-hillsong-to-toronto-now.html' title='Bring Hillsong to toronto now!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5774306798831639605</id><published>2009-04-27T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:55:51.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I’ve realized that I’ve&amp;#160; accidentally turned my blog into a place for me to vent out my frustrations. Clearly I’ve not been having a great couple of weeks. It seems my step mother brings out the worst of me- every damn time. Anyways the point is. I’m in Vectors and I’ve realized that I’m not too sure I want to be surrounded by cancer patients all day, or research all day. Mr. K, my awesomely magical Chemistry teacher told me that I should go into project management. I don’t know about that but no matter what I do with the rest of my life- I want to always be involved in environmental awareness and activity so I don’t really know what I’m going to do now. I actually thought I’d never have to go through the cancer thing all over again, but I am- and I LOVE ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE. I really love it and I’m so passionate about it- it honestly pisses me off when people disregard our home. But at the same time, there is a TON OF PEOPLE I will be disappointing because I won’t become a doctor. But at the same time, you don’t understand how badly I want to be part of environmental research! I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’ll write up soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5774306798831639605?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5774306798831639605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/apology.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5774306798831639605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5774306798831639605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2860371689345711236</id><published>2009-04-23T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:19:21.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i NEVER THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I always knew I didn’t fit in. I could go from being the girl who just hung out with everyone in every group, to being the tag along in every group. It never mattered. I knew I didn’t have too long here, I didn’t think I’d survive for this long anyways. Sometimes I think its better not to survive. I’m no suicidal, just thinking about the lack of burdens. Sometimes I feel like I can hear them thinking, “Why is she here? Why can’t she go around with someone else”. I don’t really care anymore. I don’t really know. I know that as soon as I get to Switzerland, I have to do this all over again. Another 10 groups I’m –not- part of. I don’t really want to do it all over again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2860371689345711236?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2860371689345711236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2860371689345711236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2860371689345711236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-thought.html' title='i NEVER THOUGHT'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-380927148711519120</id><published>2009-04-13T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:33:16.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker'/><title type='text'>Time Goes on and on</title><content type='html'>Well if it isn't the girl who came back from the dead. See, first I found Dean Winchester which was awesome, and then I totally went berserk on him and told him to stop him crazy brother who is just creepy and drinking demon blood and all that (Yes that is right, you Supernatural lovers will totally know what I am talking about). Then I came back out of there and realized that I had this creepy creepy freak following me online. Stalker freakyness. Not much I can do about that but block them. Then I got sick and almost went back down there. What am I doing in hell in the first place, I should totally be in heaven. Then I called awesomely awesome, but equally crazy big brother who is 2 years younger than me, yes I mean Stan, not Jake. Then we talked about Grimmjow and Ichigo, and yes, they will happen. The point is, I have no inspiration to write. My life is boring, unless you want to hear all about church meeting, and calculus. Oh I mean Vectors. Or Wectors according to some people I know... yes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;is funny. &lt;/span&gt;But alas, it is the end of March Break, I have a sore throat and nothing else to do. Actually I have a ton of chemistry homework but don't tell my awesome chem teacher that. Damn he's awesome. I need to do laundry, clean my room and open my windows. I hate this stupid crazy weatherness. Then I will do homework, then excerise and try to get in shape for prom. Yes I will. Somehow. Heaven help me I will!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that felt good. I will go and do all that now, and then when I feel like writing actual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;writing &lt;/span&gt;I will be back. I promise you. Alright. Maybe I'll take a shower first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-380927148711519120?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/380927148711519120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-goes-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/380927148711519120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/380927148711519120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-goes-on-and-on.html' title='Time Goes on and on'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-5868642722146303436</id><published>2009-03-19T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:21:42.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Break</title><content type='html'>I've had an entire week off, and I just started that thing people call homework and I call... well I call it homework most of the time- until I hit calculus that is. Anyways that is not the point. The point is that all I have really done is read One Piece (Amazing Manga by the way), Twilight (Team Edward simply because Jacob doesn't sparkle what so ever) and Naruto and Bleach's new chapters. Awesomeness? Yes. Waste of time? Also yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my church decided that I should be teaching the sunday school kids a new song this week to perform on Saturday. Only we're teaching Friday. The song I chose is You Reign by Hillsong. The chorus goes, "You reign, you reign, over everything Lord, you reign, with power, and justice divine, over everything you reign" but the part that got to me really was one of the verses, where it goes, "What was Your last thought as You drew Your last breath". It makes me think: Jesus was human at that moment, he was in pain, He was suffering. Man if I were there, I would've told the world to screw it and saved my self. Because I'm essentially a selfish being, like all of us, but Jesus- He did it! I dunno how, but He did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know his thoughts. Because, for all grace and power He had- he was human! He got angry, sad, dissapointed. But He still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my thought for the week, and I don't have much else in mind except how I gotta explain this song to the kids. I'd hate for them to sing this song, but not understand it, because its truly touching. I sat there when I was listening to it on my iPod and I was in awe. Cause the person who wrote this realized the truth, that He was human. He wasn't just an almighty God who cold do everything. H e felt the pain when something stabbed him, when He was hungry, and tired and people were still crying for His death. How did He still love us even though we wanted Him dead? Love of this degree, I cannot begin to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-5868642722146303436?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/5868642722146303436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5868642722146303436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/5868642722146303436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-break.html' title='March Break'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2210592578985081627</id><published>2009-03-17T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:33:30.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>None But Jesus</title><content type='html'>I said I wanted to do Hosanna. Then I realized that my voice clearly can't hold it. Then I started listening to NOne But Jesus, a song I have always loved. It's so wonderfull, how it goes: all my delight is in you Lord. All of my hope, all of my strength. Of course it is! He gives me the strength to be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqsYDX3EJL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqsYDX3EJL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grace is enough for me. This is a concept really hard to get to me. Sometimes I'll end up in situations where someone who I trusted just did something that I can't believe they did! Or they choose not to trust me... and it's not a good feeling. But then I remember that as long as God knows the truth, He won't let it come against me badly. No way will He let the righteous suffer right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2210592578985081627?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2210592578985081627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/none-but-jesus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2210592578985081627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2210592578985081627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/none-but-jesus.html' title='None But Jesus'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-6599781835144819336</id><published>2009-03-06T08:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:12:46.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I have not gone and died on any of you. Not even close. But I must say, being misdiagnosed is a really interesting experience. Shitty, but interesting. Wednesday, I went to the hospital with stomach pain, at 5 am. Doc sees me at 10am, cool guy though. He thinks I have gallstones, and then I cough up blood, turns out I had stomach ulcers. This is wonderful. Anyways, I will rest now, and post stuff up later, I really want to sing Hosanna, cause I think it reflects me right now. But I'm gonna sleep, and then do stuff, and then yes okay. Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-6599781835144819336?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/6599781835144819336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6599781835144819336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/6599781835144819336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-been-while.html' title='So It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4598055262794790709</id><published>2009-02-20T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:20:29.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination... and Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have 5 hrs before my calculus test and all I can think about is the fact that I have a 4 hour spare, all I've done is a study sheet (incomplete at that) and now I have tons of random derivative and limit stuff to look over. So I decided I was sick of hearing a bunch of friend sit and simply complaining about my math teacher who isn't really a bad teacher. I go to GodTube.com, which is called tangle.com now... a new twist.... anyway. I begin to play random songs- Saviour King, Mighty to Save, I Will Rise. It's not working. Then I hit jackpot. &lt;strong&gt;Hosanna. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It goes, &amp;quot;I see a near revival stirring as we pray and seek, we're on our knees, we're on our knees, Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!&amp;quot; The word Hosanna means &amp;quot;save now&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; I sing it in my head, Hosanna in the highest- a cry out to God so raw and powerful: save now, save now, save now, in the highest. I'm in tears and my friends ask me if I'm okay. It's beautiful. I want to just sing right now, Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!!!! Hosanna in the highest!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think of the people in Jerusalem who cried out as Jesus entered on a donkey, Hosanna, Hosanna! a week before they crucified my Lord. Hosanna they cried, save us! Then they crucified their saviour. But their cry was not forgotten because today so many people cry out, some to God and some to &lt;em&gt;anyone who will hear them &lt;/em&gt;save now! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The people sing, the people sing, Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest. I sing it, everyone sings it, and its such a raw emotion, of giving it to God and saying, I can't help myself anymore God, please help me- I don't have the strength to do this alone. It's so different from the arrogance and selfishness that humans hold so tight to that it shocks me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it goes, Show me how to love like you have loved me. Break my heart for what breaks your, everything I am for your kingdom's cost. That's the thing that's different from us and the people in Jerusalem. When I cry Hosanna, I want that to happen to me, God takes everything, and then envelopes me in his infinite love. And then I know that he did just Hosanna. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I just spent 15 minutes on this entry. Even though I haven't studied yet for Calculus and math is not really my strong point; it was not a waste of my time, because it just hit me. God can do the really big and the really small. Hosanna. If I need help from the God who created math, I just have to ask him to Hosanna. If I need him to help me become a doctor so that I may go to other countries and treat his children who are in desperate need, or stop cancer so that his loved children don't suffer-he can do it. He can Save now, because He is the highest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4598055262794790709?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4598055262794790709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination-and-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4598055262794790709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4598055262794790709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination-and-motivation.html' title='Procrastination... and Motivation'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4361199070601997571</id><published>2009-02-09T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:29:46.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Last Wave Be My Shield, Every Last Lightning Bolt, Be My Blade- Ukitake Jyuushirou</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At certain times, you come across people that you're amazing by them. Maybe its the homeless man you find on the street who used to be a lawyer, but gave it all up. Or maybe it's the teacher who will stay at school till 7 to give extra help, and then move to Kenya to teach something there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or maybe it's Ukitake Jyuushirou, 13th Captain of the Gotei 13, a man who has lived for over 2000 years, his every breath suffering from TB. I cannot begin to understand the pain that he must be going through every second; but when we see him, he is always smiling and giving advice, there for not just his squad, but &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;who needs help. He will never allow pain to make him bitter and miserable. Instead, he uses it to make him the kind and peaceful model that he is. This is probably why he is one of the most respected captains of Seireitei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now that doesn't mean he's not strong. Because he is. Any shinigami who has survived for more than a few centuries is either a coward who refuses to leave Seireitei and do his job; or is unbelievably strong. Jyuushirou has lived for more than 2000 years, the first and ONLY captain of the 13th squad. Not the mention the peculiarity of his zanpakutou, only shared by his best friend since their academy days- Kyouraku Shunsui. Their swords are the only two double zanpakutos of Soul Society; and its a rumour that Genryuusai Yama-ji; captain commander of Soul Society has banned them from using their bankai; ever. His zanpakuto suits him, and thee shikai command is the title of this blog; which I am too lazy to rewrite. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess this is why you can't pity him- he's a strong person; and pity is not something he deserves. I think Shunsui is over than, but even he can understand the pain the his best friend goes through. I think for him, its unease; looking at his best friend, the guy he met when he was a teenager and spend a couple thousand years with suffer on a day to day basis- with nothing you can do to stop it... Shunsui has his own pain as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think that's what makes the two who they are, his sickness and his friendship molded their character. I highly doubt they remember who they were before each other. 15 years in the course of 2000, in &lt;em&gt;nothing. &lt;/em&gt;I believe that without this sickness, Jyuushiro would probably be a different person. To him, justice is so important- his justice- take a look at the plans he and Shunsui put together to free Rukia for the right cause; they knew something was wrong, so they acted upon it. Though Ukitake was the first to notice a problem in the situation. They eve stood up to Yamamoto Genryusai-taichou. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For me, it doesn't make a difference whether he is real or not. Ukitake Jyuushiro represents a model that I wish to follow; he is simply a person (real or not) to be in awe of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4361199070601997571?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4361199070601997571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-last-wave-be-my-shield-every-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4361199070601997571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4361199070601997571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-last-wave-be-my-shield-every-last.html' title='Every Last Wave Be My Shield, Every Last Lightning Bolt, Be My Blade- Ukitake Jyuushirou'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-8654546395730962217</id><published>2009-01-25T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:35:05.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of Lords</title><content type='html'>So I got a bit bored; and then I got really inspired. Saviour King has got to be one of the best CD's that Hillsong United has ever released; well, since This is Our God is #1 in my list and Mighty to Save is #2, I guess Saviour King just got third.... anyways, there is this amazingly beautiful song called Lord of Lords that Brooke Fraser wrote and sang; and there's this part that goes "Let not the things of this world ever sway, I'll run till I finish the race" which really got to me. So anyways, here's my cover of it; and I had a lot of fun singing it! I'm not the greatest singer; but this song isn't about singing; its worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0l_5HsZqxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0l_5HsZqxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-8654546395730962217?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/8654546395730962217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-of-lords.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8654546395730962217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/8654546395730962217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-of-lords.html' title='Lord of Lords'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-3576019365643658759</id><published>2009-01-19T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:14:45.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geoengineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chernobyl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Let's forget about changing our habits, its much easier to change the entire PLANET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, science comes up with the most amazing ideas that would help save many lives and blah blah blah.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of the time, scientists have found something; which to them, "Hmmm.... interesting." Then one really strong political power, or something else will get their hands on it, and next thing you know- Hiroshima and Nagasaki; Chernobyl, Osbourne Reef (whose bright idea was it to stick car tires in the sea?), must I continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are also these times when they come up with these ideas, and your firs thought goes something like this, "These guys cheated off Sci-Fi!" Take for example, the ideas that a bunch of geoengineers came up with. It goes something like this, "Hey guys, we messed up our planet enough, but we don't really want to change our lifestyles because hey we're humans; we're special! Let's change the planet, I think that's a bit more feasible!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not kidding you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is this idea that if we can send a bunch (think: 20 million tons) of little "fliers" which can reflect light; we'll cool the earth down by 1.8%, which is not so bad. The problem is not the idea. It's the method. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SXTQg_w3CRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HPOIBlbCAPE/s1600-h/geoengineering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SXTQg_w3CRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HPOIBlbCAPE/s320/geoengineering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293084727357933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who gave us right to heat up the planet by our indulgence in the first place? We humans are very selfish people who think that we are the most important species on the planet. We are not the numerous, we are simply put; &lt;strong&gt;parasites. &lt;/strong&gt;Is that not what we do? We travel place to place, use up everything they have and move to another spot. Now, we're saying, we don't want to live conservatively and save energy; lets just spend more money and energy into building a whole new mechanism that will save us the trouble from, oh the horror!- having some restrain on our need to indulge every want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is the other idea that these bright scientists have proposed. Forget about fixing this planet, lets move onto another one. Great. Just great, another planet for us to destroy. &lt;strong&gt;What are we, parasites?&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1015167832293266008-3576019365643658759?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/3576019365643658759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-forget-about-changing-our-habits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3576019365643658759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/3576019365643658759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-forget-about-changing-our-habits.html' title='Let&apos;s forget about changing our habits, its much easier to change the entire PLANET'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7o5UIQ73rwc/SXTQg_w3CRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HPOIBlbCAPE/s72-c/geoengineering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-2198544208281755298</id><published>2009-01-12T12:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:49:18.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecobuzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It takes an idiot not to notice my obsession with my home. That is, my home planet. Let's put it this way, I am the president of &amp;quot;Students Towards Environmental Protection&amp;quot; at my school, and I've got a t-shirt that says think green. Hey, I hug trees and I'm weird, but I'm not a tree hugging weirdo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, on October 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2008, at Fletcher&amp;#8217;s Meadow Secondary School, the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; annual Ecobuzz Conference was held by Peel Environmental Youth Alliance (PEYA), and hosted by Fletcher&amp;#8217;s Meadow&amp;#8217;s Students Towards Environmental Protection (STEP), of which I am the president. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are 3 parts to this conference that I was a major part of, 1) I was the Volunteer Co-ordinator, along with Xinou Gao, 2) I was the creator of the Conference Guide and 3), I was head volunteer at Registration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ecobuzz is a conference that brings together students from all over the Peel Region so that they can get a better understanding of the environmental opportunities available for them, and so that they can make an action plan to better the environment in their school the following year. It was an amazing experience to be a part of this, because the environment is not something like homework, where you can leave it behind and hope to some higher being that everything turns out alright; it needs to be worried about right now, because 10 or 20 years from now, it might just be too late. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe the older generation doesn&amp;#8217;t want to take a step right now; but then again, it won&amp;#8217;t be their problem for too long, but it will be their mistakes that leave their children an earth so polluted that surviving itself is a miracle. It was for this reason that us youth can&amp;#8217;t stand still. You may think that you have the rights to leave a barren earth as our future, but that is not your choice, we have a right in the world we want to live in; and it is for that reason that we choose to make a difference. You don&amp;#8217;t have to make a difference if you don&amp;#8217;t want to, but I&amp;#8217;m not going to just sit by and watch my home, my only home, become torn and ripped apart because of the ignorance and selfishness of other people. How would you like it if people came into your home, and destroyed it while you watched? I doubt that you would be able to sit still; my point exactly, I won&amp;#8217;t watch over-indulgence and addiction to comfort destroy &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;home, so it is absolutely ridiculous for anyone to assume that the younger generation will just sit and watch this happen, we will make a change, and there is nothing you can do to stop us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...After all, it is simply self-preservation in a sense. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-2198544208281755298?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/2198544208281755298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecobuzz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2198544208281755298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/2198544208281755298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecobuzz.html' title='Ecobuzz'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-4281388701747320756</id><published>2009-01-11T20:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:18:55.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It seems that when there is the presence of 5 underlings (also known as siblings but who calls them that nowadays?) it is practically impossible to work. The earlier statement because extremely powerful in times when the one enduring said presence is about to enter the hell known to the rest of the population as final exams. The same statement seems to triple in strength when final exams include physics, advanced function, and biology. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had an interesting conversation with a friend just a while ago, who told me to seriously get to work; NOW. He has no idea how I do. Frankly neither do I. Anyways, I've decided that as soon as exams are over; I am going to start working on two huge projects I've been wanting to do for some time now. One is going to a be video which will further the &amp;quot;I heart&amp;quot; revolution; right here in Brampton, Ontario. Here's the thing: the I heart is a revolution of people helping other people, showing God's love in a practical way, with no strings attached. Here's something Joel Houston (who happens to be my biggest non-Biblical role model) said, &lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;strong&gt;Every generation is remember for something; let ours be remembered for &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;quot; He also said that if our generation is remember for ipods, myspace and youtube, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we failed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; That thought really got to me, and I have to say that I completely agree! As soon and me and my friends make the video, I will put up a link here! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next is not so important; but its a little thought bunny (lets call him Chappy)&amp;#160; that started bugging me in church, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It's basically a Bleach Omake about Jyuushiro Ukitake, a captain of the Gotei 13 who suffers from TB; and the stupidity of his groupie subordinates... I personally think its funny; and after I've drawn it I will put it up on deviantart. I'll put a link here too...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright so now I will listen to said friend about studying, and lock my groupies up in the basement and set a lion loose on them. What's a person gotta do for some peace eh????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Toodles for now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-4281388701747320756?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/4281388701747320756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4281388701747320756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/4281388701747320756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7551070907101644113</id><published>2009-01-06T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:15:22.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bankai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ichigo Kurosaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Society'/><title type='text'>Bleach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://peridotparrot.com/costumepics/Ichigo_manga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 397px;" src="http://peridotparrot.com/costumepics/Ichigo_manga.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the chemical that Mr. K told us about in Chem 11. I mean the anime. So there's times when I have watched 3 billion episodes of something (coughINUYASHAcough) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;realized that it was a stupid show. Then there's those shows that your family (coughPHIL&amp;amp;STANcough)  gets you obsessed with and you realize that its not so bad. Actually, it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not exactly the type of thing I always want to write about, but this show is rather breath-taking. When something this big hits me, I go a little crazier that usual about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through together random hot guys with crazy hair; add a couple of swords, some death Gods, and an awesome teddy bear that can w/t..... and you have the second most famous manga show in the world right now (Naruto's #1... I've read it and yes, I do see why)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any reader, this show will blow your mind! I know its an anime, but hey, it beats alot of real life shows when it comes to depth and character; while still making you laugh your ass off at the end of the 25 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;Here is the basics, at least according to wikipedia, which according to what my teachers say, should be burned at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt; follows the adventures of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichigo_Kurosaki" title="Ichigo Kurosaki"&gt;Ichigo Kurosaki&lt;/a&gt; after he accidentally obtains the power of a &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinigami" title="Shinigami"&gt;shinigami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rukia_Kuchiki" title="Rukia Kuchiki"&gt;Rukia Kuchiki&lt;/a&gt;. A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinigami" title="Shinigami"&gt;shinigami&lt;/a&gt; is a Japanese death personification similar to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grim_Reaper" title="Grim Reaper" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Grim Reaper&lt;/a&gt;. Gaining these abilities forces him to take on the duties of defending humans from evil spirits and guiding departed souls to the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I'm working on the Summative Lab for Biology, I don't think it actually wants to be completed, everytime I start it, something or the other happens. Anyways, I'm going to go and watch more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleach. &lt;/span&gt;Now theres proof out in the world why I'm failing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7551070907101644113?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7551070907101644113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleach.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7551070907101644113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7551070907101644113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleach.html' title='Bleach'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015167832293266008.post-7808003285158940074</id><published>2009-01-05T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:23:38.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A Small Introduction</title><content type='html'>I have no idea who I am supposed to write this to, considering that there are about 6 billion people in the world who could be reading this. Taking away the coupla billion who don't have internet access because they're too busy trying to survive and find some food or shelter; that still leaves... a whole load of people. So I'm not going to say "hey guys," or anything like that... just so that you don't feel offended if I just go onto my rant about my tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to know, if I ever meet you in real life, I will most certainly say hello, and probably more than that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am called Mir. Mind you that's not my name, but hey, I've been called Marvin, hey kid (from the guard at a Hillsong concert trying to tell me that I was stepping on his foot...) and even grandmother (this wouldn't be so strange, except that I'm not even a mother let alone a grandmother!). Mir is probably my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normalest &lt;/span&gt;name (if thats a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Knanaya Indian, and also Swiss (not Swedish, Swiss.... if I got a toonie for every person who called me a Swede....); though I prefer to consider myself a citizen of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom passed away when I was 3 1/2 years old, so forgive me if I lack in any of those things that mothers are supposed to teach their little girls; as I clearly wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like change. Most people hate change for some God-only-knows-and-He-only-understands reason (everytime i-do-this, I feel like we're in Harry Potter and we're talking about you-know-who, old Voldie that is). I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love love love &lt;/span&gt;change! Imagine eating the same thing every morning, going to the same job every day, and doing the same thing every week.... all your life! I would be put into a mental hospital faster than you can say you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep. No, actually I should work on that biology lab that made me start this blog. Bad Mir, very bad girl. Now off to work. To those of you who are going to sleep, good night! For those of you who are doing other stuff... bye!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015167832293266008-7808003285158940074?l=ataleoncetold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/feeds/7808003285158940074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-tale-once-told.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7808003285158940074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015167832293266008/posts/default/7808003285158940074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ataleoncetold.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-tale-once-told.html' title='A Small Introduction'/><author><name>Mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13303556149034567898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
