<?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-7341774705510358211</id><updated>2011-12-11T18:00:23.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7638480233894922865</id><published>2007-11-25T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:39:12.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Day for Elimination of Violence against Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, yes I’m not died! I’m sorry it’s been forever since I last posted anything new but here’s something special…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 25&lt;/span&gt; has been marked as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Day for Elimination of Violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.un.org/depts/dhl/violence/images/violence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.un.org/depts/dhl/violence/images/violence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Against Women&lt;/span&gt; by women activists worldwide. This day is marked with the brutal assassination, in 1961, of the three Mirabal sisters who were political activists in the Dominican Republic. The Mirabal sisters are a symbol of resistance against the dictatorship in the Dominican Republic then. Since 1981 women's activists have celebrated this day as the International Day for Elimination of Violence Against Women to gain momentum and solidarity in their struggle against violence against women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Right to be free from violence has been recognised as a human right in several international human rights conventions and treaties. The Declaration on the Elimination of Violence against Women, 1993 asserts that violence against women is a manifestation of power relations and “is one of the crucial social mechanisms by which women are forced into a subordinate position compared with men.” Beijing Platform for Action (BPFA), which was adopted in 1995 reiterates the responsibility of all governments to “take integrated measures to prevent and eliminate violence against women.” The 189 nations that adopted the Platform for Action committed themselves to developing comprehensive programmes to end gender-based violence.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apwld.org/elimination.htm"&gt;To read more about this, click here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7638480233894922865?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7638480233894922865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7638480233894922865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7638480233894922865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7638480233894922865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/11/international-day-for-elimination-of.html' title='International Day for Elimination of Violence against Women'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-625904710124911</id><published>2007-10-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:00:59.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[WQ] Are you brave?</title><content type='html'>With total of 7 votes, the answer with more votes was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm brave when I have to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - 71%&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;" - 28%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-625904710124911?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/625904710124911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=625904710124911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/625904710124911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/625904710124911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/10/wq-are-you-brave.html' title='[WQ] Are you brave?'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-4870602893286584072</id><published>2007-10-10T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:33:36.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanishing Gardens of Happiness POEM</title><content type='html'>Hello my fond readers,&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s been quite a long time since I last posted. And I apologise. I haven’t had any interesting ideas for a good post, because you guys deserve one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure you guys know, I did not abandon you… and for this bloging here’s a poem I wrote last year. It’s personally my favourite of all of mine… enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanishing Gardens of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take me away where I can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Hold me high, win my pain&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what’s wrong before I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you speak&lt;br /&gt;Have no meaning now&lt;br /&gt;Sweet whispers from your voice&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me and gives me no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to run away&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to leave&lt;br /&gt;All those whispers&lt;br /&gt;Are no longer my believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken wings will fly&lt;br /&gt;Even though I cry these hollow tears&lt;br /&gt;I won’t try to mistake my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;Still you come and pull me down&lt;br /&gt;All the spirits have come to see&lt;br /&gt;Your all alone now just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream, they can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;Bleed, trough your own fear&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a dream of tonight&lt;br /&gt;This follows no longer with light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dark this night&lt;br /&gt;Burning down with bright&lt;br /&gt;Leading further into my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Ending across vanishing gardens of happiness&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-4870602893286584072?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4870602893286584072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=4870602893286584072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4870602893286584072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4870602893286584072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/10/vanishing-gardens-of-happiness-poem.html' title='Vanishing Gardens of Happiness POEM'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-6827813309581477491</id><published>2007-09-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:23:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[EXTRA] New Weekly Questions (WQ)</title><content type='html'>I created a new section of the Blog for weekly questions.&lt;br /&gt;The subject of each Question are related to recent Posts.&lt;br /&gt;The Guest can vote and the resolts will be posted when the voting ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-6827813309581477491?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6827813309581477491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=6827813309581477491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6827813309581477491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6827813309581477491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/extra-new-weekly-questions-wq.html' title='[EXTRA] New Weekly Questions (WQ)'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-140183907551371593</id><published>2007-09-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:57:43.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[EXTRA] Smallville season 7 Trailers</title><content type='html'>Here's the first trailer of the upcoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;season 7&lt;/span&gt; of the TV show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOzoMfbW3kg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOzoMfbW3kg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULL trailer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5dBWHIJYRE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5dBWHIJYRE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/7341774705510358211-140183907551371593?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/140183907551371593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=140183907551371593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/140183907551371593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/140183907551371593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/extra-smallville-season-7-1st-trailer.html' title='[EXTRA] Smallville season 7 Trailers'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7994368623658249143</id><published>2007-09-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:17:38.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I write my own destiny on these twisted lines</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.&lt;/span&gt;” ~ William Shakespeare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you sometimes feel so lost? Helpless in a way…&lt;br /&gt;I made this hole plan of my life, every detail, every solution to any problem that come in my way… but I just know that destiny is uncertain and you can’t keep planning your life the way you wished. Mostly, life is unfair. But we have to live with it and keep holding on…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve planned this whole life for me… 6 years at least. And I can’t stop thinking about it. About how I so want it to come true… I’m going to run after my dreams and no one can stop me… I have haters and I have believers… but my opinion is the most significant! &lt;br /&gt;I can’t say everything will go as planed but I sure know that it will get somewhere close. I can feel it. Even the person I thought would disapprove of my decision, was the one who’s supporting me the most. And not only that but that person is also going to run after her dream… and I must say I’m proud!&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared, it’s a reality I can’t ignore but that’s what makes us human. I have to face my fear, fight through the pain and only there I can be happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;readers&lt;/span&gt;, I’ve had my mind in a lot of things lately… especially now that my senior year in high school is going to start. There is so much I have to decide this year and I’m afraid of making mistakes, mistakes that will destroy my dream. But whatever happens, I know I wont give up that easily… I’ll fight and defend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I write my own destiny on these twisted lines…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some interesting quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.&lt;/span&gt;” ~ Omar Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one might be capable of doing before all the world!&lt;/span&gt;” ~ Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7994368623658249143?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7994368623658249143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7994368623658249143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7994368623658249143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7994368623658249143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-write-my-own-destiny-on-these-twisted.html' title='I write my own destiny on these twisted lines'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-99431226784201678</id><published>2007-09-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:05:06.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[EXTRA] New MIP Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A place where your Spirit can fly, your Emotions will rise and your Soul unleashed… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Words… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your imagination free… here in &lt;a href="http://monikaiproductions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monika I. Productions  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(MIP)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://monikaiproductions.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/bannerr1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-99431226784201678?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/99431226784201678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=99431226784201678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/99431226784201678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/99431226784201678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/extra-new-mip-blog.html' title='[EXTRA] New MIP Blog'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_bannerr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-6812673879086281331</id><published>2007-09-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:24:44.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key to Life</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, the summer is almost over (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;) and the real life is almost starting again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this blogging I’m going to share with you all, the symbol that I love the most. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ankh&lt;/span&gt;! Or better saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Key to Life&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Origins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The precise origin of the symbol remains a mystery to Egyptologists, and no single hypothesis has been widely accepted. Scholars such as Howard Carter speculate that it is derived from a primitive representation of human genitalia (with the upper circle representing the vulva and lower 'T' shape representing the penis and testicles), and variations on this theme are common. Similar assertions are that the symbol is a representation of the pharaoh's penis sheath or that it is a stylized pubic triangle. [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very interesting xD &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other theories are much more diverse. E. A. Wallis Budge thought it might have originated as the belt-buckle of the mother goddess Isis, an idea joined by Wolfhart Westendorf with the notion that both the ankh and the knot of Isis were used as ties on ceremonial girdles. Sir Alan Gardiner speculated that it represented a sandal strap, with the loop going around the ankle. The word for sandal strap was also spelled ʿnḫ, although it may have been pronounced differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still other theories include the notion that the ankh represents the sun crowning over the horizon, the path of the sun from east to west (with the loop representing the Nile), a stylized person, or that it is a combination of the male and female symbols of Osiris (the cross) and Isis (the oval) respectively, and therefore signifies the union of heaven and earth. [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really like this representation of the Ankh. A step closed to our maker… &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their 2004 book "The Quick and the Dead", Andrew H. Gordon and Calvin W. Schwabe speculated that the ankh, djed and was symbols have a biological basis derived from ancient cattle culture (linked to the Egyptian belief that semen was created in the spine), thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    the Ankh - symbol of life - thoracic vertebra of a bull (seen in cross section)&lt;br /&gt;•    the Djed - symbol of stability - base on sacrum of a bull's spine&lt;br /&gt;•    the Was - symbol of power and dominion - a staff made from a dried bull's penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, the ankh has come to symbolize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immortality&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the universe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;power &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life-giving air&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;. Its keylike shape has also encouraged the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belief it could unlock the gates of death&lt;/span&gt;, and it is viewed this way by the modern Rosicrucians and other hermetic orders. The Coptic Christians have used it as a symbol of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marchenoir.com/gak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.marchenoir.com/gak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ankh appears frequently in Egyptian tomb paintings and other art, often at the fingertips of a god or goddess in images that represent the deities of the afterlife conferring the gift of life on the dead person's mummy; this is thought to symbolize the act of conception. Additionally, an ankh was often carried by Egyptians as an amulet, either alone, or in connection with two other hieroglyphs that mean "strength" and "health" (see explication of Djed and Was,above). Mirrors of beaten metal were also often made in the shape of an ankh, either for decorative reasons or to symbolize a perceived view into another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ankh was almost never drawn in silver; as a sun-symbol, the Egyptians almost invariably crafted important examples of it (for tombs or other purposes) from the metal they most associated with the sun, gold. A similar metal such as copper, burnished to a high sheen, was also sometimes used. [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always good to know&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In popular culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ankh has been a popular symbol within various cultural movements (Hippie, Goth), cinema (Logan's Run, The Hunger), comic books (Sandman), musical groups (Kiss, Elvis Presley, The 69 Eyes), television shows (Yu-Gi-Oh!) and video games (Tomb Raider, Ultima, World of Warcraft, Guild Wars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stylized ankh is also a popular tattoo amongst such celebrities as professional wrestlers Christopher Daniels and Edge, neo-soul/hip-hop artist Erykah Badu, pop music artist Anastacia and NBA stars Shaquille O'Neal and Dennis Rodman. [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and myself!&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ankh also remains popular among neopagan religious and spiritual movements, as a symbol for a variety of concepts relating to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immortality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your thoughts on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-6812673879086281331?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6812673879086281331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=6812673879086281331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6812673879086281331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6812673879086281331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/key-to-life.html' title='The Key to Life'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-5898841347632234009</id><published>2007-08-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:26:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your tears come.  Let them water your soul...</title><content type='html'>Hello readers,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the lack of updates, but to be honest I didn’t have any inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;For this bloging I’m going to talk about that sad emotion that we express by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let your tears come.  Let them water your soul.&lt;/span&gt;”  ~Eileen Mayhew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn’t always go the way we had hoped. Sometimes it even betrays us… we often think that our life isn’t worth living…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;… that sad emotion which most cultures consider it to be undignified and infantile, casting aspersions on those who cry publicly, except if it is due to the death of a close friend or relative. In most cultures, it is more socially acceptable for women to cry than men. In my opinion there is no difference if it is a woman that cries or if it a man. We are human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38083000/jpg/_38083814_elephant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38083000/jpg/_38083814_elephant2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is an emotional reaction that is considered by many to be a uniquely human phenomenon, possibly due to humans' advanced self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Some studies suggest that elephants and gorillas may cry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a hadith, the prophet Muhammad proclaimed: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This (tears) is an expression of the tenderness and compassion, which the Lord hath put into the hearts of His servants. The Lord doth not have compassion on and commiserate with His servants, except such as are tender and full of feeling&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of expressing your feelings… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are still human after all&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-5898841347632234009?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5898841347632234009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=5898841347632234009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/5898841347632234009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/5898841347632234009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-your-tears-come-let-them-water-your.html' title='Let your tears come.  Let them water your soul...'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-8519567657846081241</id><published>2007-07-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:11:41.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with the dolphins</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! I’m back! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all that my week on the beach was awesome. I had so much fun and I absolutely loved the company…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures, we cooked (I tried), we danced, we saw horror movies (I tried), we played with water until we all got pretty wet (with clothes and everything, right Xtevao? lol), we went to the beach, we went to the pool, we did everything we wanted and we enjoyed it all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why I wrote the title “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swimming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the dolphins&lt;/span&gt;”, well let me tell you that on the day before we had to go home we went for a quick swim on the beach and guess who came to visit us in the water?... DOLPHINS! They we’re adorable. Pity we didn’t have the camera with us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks for the people that made this week bombastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    Xtevao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-    Du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend is one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be&lt;/span&gt;.”  ~Douglas Pagels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote by Pagels, it’s so true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already cooking another blogging, more interesting then the recent ones.&lt;br /&gt;Till next posting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog_dolphinsbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog_dolphinsbeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-8519567657846081241?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8519567657846081241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=8519567657846081241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8519567657846081241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8519567657846081241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/07/swimming-with-dolphins.html' title='Swimming with the dolphins'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_blog_dolphinsbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-1976885255952403020</id><published>2007-07-01T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:42:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for a whole week</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to inform you all that I’m leaving tomorrow to enjoy a whole week at my friend’s beach house.&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you that I’ll share some pictures when I get back and I’ll tell you all the craziness me and my friends did… don’t worry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise not to do anything you wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;… xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here and I order you all to enjoy your vacations and have some fun… I know I will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya next week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-1976885255952403020?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1976885255952403020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=1976885255952403020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/1976885255952403020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/1976885255952403020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-for-whole-week.html' title='Out for a whole week'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7178216784326998802</id><published>2007-06-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:17:44.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No river’s to wide for you to make it across all you have to do is believe it when you pray...</title><content type='html'>This blogging is dedicated entirety to one of my dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;who is recently apart from me and the rest of my friends group … you know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that we understand that you prefer to stay away from us for various reasons – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that we all know&lt;/span&gt; – and we are going to stay right here, waiting for you like we always will be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to find the answers to those questions we can’t answer… it hurts to know that we’re unable to help you, to save you… the only thing we can do is hope this storm that’s passing over our heads will come to an end and may it let the sun, light our days with clarity and joy… let it be light where we only saw night…&lt;br /&gt;Every sad tear you’ve cried will be replaced by tears of happiness which will involve you with the strength to make you go trough life with your head straight up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song says – “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no mountain’s to high for you to climb, all you have to do is have some climbing faint. No river’s to wide for you to make it across all you have to do is believe it when you pray…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always have a shoulder to cry… you will always have us… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Friends are like stars, you don’t always see them but you know they are there…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/undated1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/undated1256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7178216784326998802?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7178216784326998802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7178216784326998802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7178216784326998802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7178216784326998802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-rivers-to-wide-for-you-to-make-it.html' title='No river’s to wide for you to make it across all you have to do is believe it when you pray...'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_undated1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-6117331609346434000</id><published>2007-06-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:39:41.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today’s post I wanted to share with you a beautiful poem I serially find irresistible. It’s called “Footprints in the sand” by Mary Stevenson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Footprints in the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I dreamed I was walking&lt;br /&gt;along the beach with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Many scenes from my life&lt;br /&gt;flashed across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;In each scene I noticed&lt;br /&gt;footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there were&lt;br /&gt;two sets of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;other times there was one only.&lt;br /&gt;This bothered me&lt;br /&gt;because I noticed that&lt;br /&gt;during the low periods of my life,&lt;br /&gt;when I was suffering from&lt;br /&gt;anguish, sorrow or defeat,&lt;br /&gt;I could see only&lt;br /&gt;one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;so I said to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;“You promised me Lord,&lt;br /&gt;that if I followed you, you would&lt;br /&gt;walk with me always.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the most&lt;br /&gt;trying periods of my life&lt;br /&gt;there has only been one set of&lt;br /&gt;prints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I needed you most,&lt;br /&gt;have you not been there for me?”&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;“The years when you have seen&lt;br /&gt;only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;is when I carried you.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   ~ Mary Stevenson, 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem has to be one of the most powerful poems there is because every time I read it a disobedient tear runs down my face… it’s so simple but with so much emotions swimming in it… beautifully written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I finished my last exam yesterday and I can officially say that I’m on vacations! I haven’t done much lately but I’m hopping to have some adventures and fun in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And by the way, today is the first day of summer! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today, see you all next blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-6117331609346434000?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6117331609346434000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=6117331609346434000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6117331609346434000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6117331609346434000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/06/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the Sand'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7176724718291399733</id><published>2007-06-15T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:43:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Cbox</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers! Just wanted to give you all a quick notice, we’ve got a new session here for everyone to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored one day and I was wandering what more could I do to make this a more interactive and pleasant place???... so I remembered the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cbox&lt;/span&gt; that everyone used on their websites… so here you have it, our own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chat Cbox&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it’s on the right column below the devianart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and don’t hesitate to communicate with me and with other readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7341774705510358211-7176724718291399733?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7176724718291399733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7176724718291399733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7176724718291399733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7176724718291399733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/06/chat-cbox.html' title='Chat Cbox'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-4723622091719836504</id><published>2007-06-11T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:57:57.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing isn't always Believing</title><content type='html'>As we go through live we mostly see what we want and accept what our mind wants to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live our lives and don’t bother with our surroundings. But if you look with more consideration, you can find out that seeing isn’t always believing… for example: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illusions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/45/Duck-Rabbit_illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/45/Duck-Rabbit_illusion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Illusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An illusion is a misrepresentation of a sensory perception, revealing how the brain normally organizes and interprets sensory stimulation. While illusions distort reality, they are generally shared by most people. Illusions may occur with more of the human senses than vision, but visual illusions, optical illusions, are the most well known and understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, Illusion is the autonym of Reality. The Human race fears what he does not understand yet some fear the true reality… to avoid the pain, we trick our mind into believing in something far more different from what in reality we see, living this world blind, living a world of dream… and is this dream really a vision of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our surroundings can fool us… but is the fooled really fooled? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all have secrets – but that is another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/undated9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/undated9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-4723622091719836504?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4723622091719836504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=4723622091719836504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4723622091719836504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4723622091719836504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/06/seeing-isnt-always-believing.html' title='Seeing isn&apos;t always Believing'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_undated9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-109145528668317931</id><published>2007-05-31T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:00:04.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No further grieve</title><content type='html'>For today’s post I wanted to do something different so I’m posting a poem I made.&lt;br /&gt;I write what I feel and at that moment of my life my mind and soul told me to write this poem even though I wasn’t really sure why… after a few weeks, one of my closest friend’s uncle died… then I realized why I wrote it… it was for him…&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem to Xtevao for his lost…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No further Grieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Far across the distance&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised to stay&lt;br /&gt;But now that you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;You know I can’t forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I know&lt;br /&gt;You never left me, never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into shadows&lt;br /&gt;Not forgiving, not forgetting&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can bring you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand by myself&lt;br /&gt;You were always there&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn’t see&lt;br /&gt;You kept me always under your wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Shinning, guiding me&lt;br /&gt;And under your wing&lt;br /&gt;I pray to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt; - Feb 2007&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing someone you love must be one of the most unpleasant eternal pain you can ever experience… knowing you can’t see that smile again, the things you wanted to say… yet we know they’re still with us, we can feel them all around shinning from above… as we call them our guardian angels we keep the memory craved in our souls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never experienced this kind of grieve and I’m not looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to share thoughts about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote for today:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span class="style1"&gt;                       Bhagavad Gita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next bloging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/blog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7341774705510358211-109145528668317931?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/109145528668317931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=109145528668317931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/109145528668317931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/109145528668317931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-further-grieve.html' title='No further grieve'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/blog/th_blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-1555593931556609520</id><published>2007-05-25T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:35:32.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hello dear readers, sorry I haven’t been writing much but school got me a bit busy… plus exams are coming…  here’s my topic for today – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.&lt;/span&gt;" - Thomas de Quincey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I can personally say that I constantly live in solitude… it’s not like I don’t have friends, but sometimes you just wish you were alone to reflect on yourself and find your inner voice… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I had some questions so I googled it:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Solitude is the state of being alone without being lonely. It is a positive and constructive state of engagement with oneself. Solitude is desirable, a state of being alone where you provide yourself wonderful and sufficient company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is a time that can be used for reflection, inner searching or growth or enjoyment of some kind. Deep reading requires solitude, so does experiencing the beauty of nature. Thinking and creativity usually do too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude suggests peacefulness stemming from a state of inner richness. It is a means of enjoying the quiet and whatever it brings. That is satisfying and from which we draw sustenance. It is something we cultivate. Solitude is refreshing; an opportunity to renew ourselves. In other words, it replenishes us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Solitude is not equal to loneliness:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Loneliness is harsh, punishment, a deficiency state, a state of discontent marked by a sense of estrangement, an awareness of excess aloneness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is something you choose. Loneliness is imposed on you by others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need periods of solitude, although temperamentally we probably differ in the amount of solitude we need. Some solitude is essential; It gives us time to explore and know ourselves. It is the necessary counterpoint to intimacy, what allows us to have a self worthy of sharing. Solitude gives us a chance to regain perspective. It renews us for the challenges of life. It allows us to get (back) into the position of driving our own lives, rather than having them run by schedules and demands from without.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude restores body and mind. Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;depletes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monika I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-1555593931556609520?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1555593931556609520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=1555593931556609520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/1555593931556609520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/1555593931556609520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/05/solitude-walk.html' title='Solitude walk'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-2383962257447515449</id><published>2007-04-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:19:30.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bis vincit qui se vincit in Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bis vincit qui se vincit in Victoria&lt;/span&gt;” -(Syrus) ,&lt;br /&gt;In English “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He conquers twice who in the hour of conquest conquers himself.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing the any ways that we can upset ourselves for tiny things in life… it’s true, we all do it, we can’t help it… I constantly do it. Making myself think that my emotions have nothing to do with reality but it’s actually the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more important emotion is fear. You may ask – fear? Important??? – Yes! It has always been with us, even when we didn’t have conscious of life itself… it was one of the first emotion we had when we first come in this world and when we leave this place to beyond, it will be one of the last… it makes us stronger, makes us be prepared for the next step ahead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions run our world in so many different ways. They’re not always for the best but that’s what makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions are part of who you are so let it be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next blogging,&lt;br /&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-2383962257447515449?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2383962257447515449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=2383962257447515449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/2383962257447515449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/2383962257447515449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/bis-vincit-qui-se-vincit-in-victoria.html' title='Bis vincit qui se vincit in Victoria'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-6825517944619388929</id><published>2007-04-24T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:11:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rareness of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friendship, what a rare thing… do you really have trustful friends?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."&lt;i&gt; - Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I start this post with a Martin Luther King’s quote.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never found a true friend, a person that I can count with, someone that will be happy for my happiness and wont be envy or sad… someone that I can talk and share my problems and glories and be shared with his problems and glories… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends? I have a hand full… however true friends I have none… I walk this lonesome path, with an empty space, wondering one day to be filled. Wondering if I will ever have someone to walk with on that lonely rode…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts the most when it’s your friends that hurt you, when you thought you knew all about one person but now you see that it was just an illusion of fate… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you thought you knew for sure aren’t so certain anymore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hug,&lt;br /&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-6825517944619388929?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6825517944619388929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=6825517944619388929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6825517944619388929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/6825517944619388929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/rareness-of-friendship.html' title='The Rareness of Friendship'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7775118735412033068</id><published>2007-04-21T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:12:23.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In every corner of night, there is always a light. Seek it and make it bright!&lt;/span&gt;”-by me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;My philosophy… my guide… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We all have bad moments in our life. Some worse then other, and other you can’t believe you’re still alive… But we should always look forward to that light which has always been inside of us, our inner strength… our meaning to live… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bad times came and go… but we only have one life… one opportunity to do good… to make it for us and for the ones around us… seek that inner light and make it bright…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hug,&lt;br /&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7775118735412033068?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7775118735412033068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7775118735412033068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7775118735412033068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7775118735412033068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-philosophy.html' title='My philosophy'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-8057856045041665087</id><published>2007-04-17T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:33:15.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I though putting some background music would make the reading more relaxing and pleasing… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The sound track is from Enigma – Beyond the invisible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;What do you think?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7341774705510358211-8057856045041665087?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8057856045041665087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=8057856045041665087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8057856045041665087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8057856045041665087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/page-soundtrack.html' title='Page soundtrack'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-8180465118289426919</id><published>2007-04-15T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:38:50.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And what if we could live forever?</title><content type='html'>And what if we could live forever? Could we call this present? Future, what does it mean? Would we continue to fight for a place in this eternity? When would it stop? We will keep moving trough life, wondering what does death feel like… will it hurt? I believe the body is the prison to our soul yet without it we wouldn’t have lived at all. And what would you choose? The fountain of knowledge or the fountain of life? Would you choose? Would you leave it alone? Too late now, all is over… no pain nor sound… just empty space awaiting you… but again, what if we could live forever?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-8180465118289426919?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8180465118289426919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=8180465118289426919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8180465118289426919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/8180465118289426919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-what-if-we-could-live-forever.html' title='And what if we could live forever?'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7528861217374006022</id><published>2007-04-15T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:27:33.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my hobbies is to write poems. I guess it sets me free from the cruel world I live in… so when I get sad or disappointed with something, I write. I write with all my feelings with all my soul… here’s one of my latest poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deliverance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a dream will you give your love to me&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and lead me&lt;br /&gt;Save me from me&lt;br /&gt;Until I finally see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under each second&lt;br /&gt;You’re passing away&lt;br /&gt;The memory will soar&lt;br /&gt;And won’t betray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not running&lt;br /&gt;I fear nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can see me, you won’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;It’s craved in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Never to regret that one thing I won’t forget&lt;br /&gt;So stop pretending and don’t try understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my hate&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost among the lies&lt;br /&gt;And realize, it’s to late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing else here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;No fear no tear&lt;br /&gt;I made my way&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to say. Most of my poems are pretty sad and dark… the dark side of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deliverance&lt;/span&gt;, I wrote because I made a final decision to let go of my nightmares, let go of the things that were haunting me in the past. I look forward now with no fear “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no fear no tear / I made my way”&lt;/span&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a poem a friend of mine wrote for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Corpo de mulher tu tens&lt;br /&gt;Alma de um anjo também&lt;br /&gt;E uma luz radiante&lt;br /&gt;Que te levará mais alem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penses k tudo é lindo&lt;br /&gt;Não penses k tudo é belo&lt;br /&gt;Vives num mundo mágico&lt;br /&gt;Luta para poderes tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a luz se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Não vais conseguir sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas conta sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Estou cá para a ligar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de volta à vida te deixarei&lt;br /&gt;E de regresso te apoiarei&lt;br /&gt;Espero k um dia te lembres&lt;br /&gt;Destas palavras k te confessei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Beijo***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in Portuguese but here’s the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body of woman you have&lt;br /&gt; Soul of an angel you also have&lt;br /&gt;It’s a radiating light&lt;br /&gt;That will take you more away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think that everything is pretty&lt;br /&gt;Do not think that everything is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You live in a magical world&lt;br /&gt;Fight to be able to have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the light burns down&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be able to dream&lt;br /&gt;But you can always counts on me&lt;br /&gt;I am here to make it light again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to life I will leave you&lt;br /&gt;And in return I will support you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you remember&lt;br /&gt;These words that I confessed to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to you…&lt;br /&gt;Kiss ***&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, right? Thanks Xtevao, you’re always in heart!&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/7341774705510358211-7528861217374006022?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7528861217374006022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7528861217374006022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7528861217374006022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7528861217374006022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-4699924129883250612</id><published>2007-04-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:51:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison Mack's Blog</title><content type='html'>Allison Mack, the brilliant actress from the TV series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smallville &lt;/span&gt;known as Chloe, is a webmistress of a very remarkable website/blog… since her words are so inspiring and appealing; I’ve past by there today and decided to comment.&lt;br /&gt;Really makes you stop and think about you and everyone around you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allisonmack.com/"&gt;http://www.allisonmack.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-4699924129883250612?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4699924129883250612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=4699924129883250612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4699924129883250612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/4699924129883250612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/allison-macks-blog.html' title='Allison Mack&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7268475843472320753</id><published>2007-04-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:18:38.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School trip to Lisbon</title><content type='html'>What a trip! 2 days of viewing museums. Most of my classes are all about art, so we went to all kind of art museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast yet in the second day we got really tire, because we walked a lot to see museum after museum – no stop!&lt;br /&gt;The sleep over was pretty fun. We all had a great time plus the teachers were excellent!&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve learned a lot from this trip, I’ve gain more experience about all kind of art and I think I’ve grown to find the better part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to my English teacher, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albertina Viegas&lt;/span&gt;, without her this school trip wouldn’t have been made! And to my class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11º2º&lt;/span&gt;, we rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7268475843472320753?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7268475843472320753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7268475843472320753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7268475843472320753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7268475843472320753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-trip-to-lisbon.html' title='School trip to Lisbon'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-2852881848257799844</id><published>2007-04-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:17:18.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville and the Cast</title><content type='html'>My new obsession, Smallville and Tom Welling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Smallville is an American television series that follows the adventures of a young Clark Kent (Tom Welling), as a teenager living in Smallville, Kansas, during the years before he becomes Superman. Created by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar, Smallville debuted on October 16, 2001 on the WB Network, though it now airs on The CW (following the merger of The WB and UPN after the respective networks ceased operations) and is currently in its sixth season. Smallville is filmed in Vancouver British Columbia, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;The series inspired a spin-off pilot episode (Aquaman) that was never aired. Promotional tie-ins have included: three sets of online web series, two of which were produced by Verizon (Smallville: Chloe Chronicles and Smallville: Vengeance Chronicles) and the other by Sprint (Smallville Legends: The Oliver Queen Chronicles), a series of young-adult novels, a DC Comics comic book and soundtrack releases. The show broke Charmed's record for highest rated debut for The WB, with 8.4 million viewers tuning in for its pilot episode. Viewers will often observe lines of dialogue, guest stars, character wardrobe, musical scores, and scenic design used as allusions to the Superman comic books and films.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen most of the episodes but never by order, so I’m starting a journey, to watch all the episodes from the beginning! I’ve got the complete season 1 on dvd and now I’m looking forward to buy the complete season 2 which I already saw 4 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cast&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/tomwelling.htm"&gt;Tom Welling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vidiot.com/Smallville/images/Smallville-Cast-2004-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vidiot.com/Smallville/images/Smallville-Cast-2004-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/kristinkreuk.htm"&gt;Kristin Kreuk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/michaelrosenbaum.htm"&gt;Michael Rosenbaum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/allisonmack.htm"&gt;Allison Mack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/samjonesiii.htm"&gt;Sam Jones III&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/annetteotoole.htm"&gt;Annette O'Toole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/johnschneider.htm"&gt;John Schneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/johnglover.htm"&gt;John Glover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/ericjohnson.htm"&gt;Eric Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/aaronashmore.htm"&gt;Aaron Ashmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/justinhartley.htm"&gt;Justin Hartley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/jensenackles.htm"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kryptonsite.com/ericadurance.htm"&gt;Erica Durance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All great actors! Hope they continue doing a fantastic job and hope to see them more often.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite actors from smallville are: Tom (of course), Kristin, Allison, Michael and Erica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more info about Tom and Smallville, check out these websites&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kryptonsite.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.smallvillededication.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://smallvillept.6te.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://smallvillenight.zip.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-2852881848257799844?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2852881848257799844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=2852881848257799844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/2852881848257799844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/2852881848257799844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/smallville-and-welling.html' title='Smallville and the Cast'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7894909956407632143</id><published>2007-04-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:08:13.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>One of the best movies of 2006! The story, the visuals were all perfect and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It only came to Portugal this month and I went to watch it yesterday with my big sister and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google-it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7f/300Poster.jpg/200px-300Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7f/300Poster.jpg/200px-300Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“300 is a 2007 film adaptation of the graphic novel 300 by Frank Miller, itself partly inspired by another film based on the Battle of Thermopylae, The 300 Spartans.[1] The film is directed by Zack Snyder with Frank Miller attached as an executive producer and consultant, and was shot mostly with bluescreen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duplicate the imagery of the original comic book.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spartan King Leonidas (Gerard Butler) and 300 Spartans fight to the last man against Persian King Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro) and his army of over one million soldiers, while in Sparta, Queen Gorgo (Lena Headey) attempts to rally support for her husband. The story is framed by a voice-over narrative by the Spartan soldier Dilios (David Wenham). Through this narrative technique, all manner of fantastical creatures are introduced, placing 300 within the genre of historical fantasy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300 was released in both conventional and IMAX theaters in America on March 9, 2007. The film broke box office records, although critics were divided over its look and style. Some acclaimed it as an original achievement, while others accused it of favoring visuals over characterization. Controversy arose over its depiction of the ancient world for it is a fabricated version of the truth in its depiction of both the Greeks and the Persians.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, Gerard was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;For more info, wikipedia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341774705510358211-7894909956407632143?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7894909956407632143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7894909956407632143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7894909956407632143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7894909956407632143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-7574207427500067393</id><published>2007-04-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:11:10.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Friday 13, the day that haunts us all… I got curious and google-it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;German, Polish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portuguese-speaking&lt;/span&gt; cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece or Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;, the unlucky day is Monday. The fear of Friday the 13th is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paraskavedekatriaphobia &lt;/span&gt;(a word that is derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Παρασκευή, δεκατρείς, and φοβία, meaning Friday, thirteen, and phobia respectively; alternate spellings include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paraskevodekatriaphobia &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paraskevidekatriaphobia&lt;/span&gt;) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friggatriskaidekaphobia&lt;/span&gt;, and is a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting… I can say now that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;/span&gt;. I hate Friday 13, something bad always happens. But I guess destiny was fond of me, nothing, this year, happened – thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait there’s more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Before the 20th century, although there is evidence that the number 13 was considered unlucky, and Friday was considered unlucky, there was no link between them.&lt;br /&gt;Many popular stories exist about the origin of the concept:&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Supper&lt;/span&gt;, with stories that Judas was the thirteenth guest, and that the Crucifixion of Jesus occurred Friday.&lt;br /&gt;- That the biblical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt; offered the fruit to Adam on a Friday, and that the slaying of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abel &lt;/span&gt;happened on a Friday (though the Bible does not identify the days of the week when these events occurred). [1]&lt;br /&gt;- Many modern stories (including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;) claim that when King Philip IV had many Knights Templar simultaneously arrested on Friday, October 13, 1307, that started the legend of the unlucky Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;Neither these nor any other historical date have been verifiably identified as the origin of the Friday the 13th superstition. The first documented mention of a "Friday the 13th" is generally listed as occurring in the early 1900s.&lt;br /&gt;In the case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;, Tuesday, April 13, 1204 was the date that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constantinople &lt;/span&gt;was sacked by the crusaders of the Fourth Crusade. The first-ever fall of what was then the richest Christian city, and the looting that followed, allegedly gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;13 its bad meaning. Coincidentally, Constantinople fell for the second time in its history on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, May 29, 1453, to the Ottoman Turks, a date that puts an end to the Byzantine empire, and to Greek sovereignty for several centuries, and therefore reinforcing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;as an unlucky day in the Greek world.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information of this check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug,&lt;br /&gt;Monika I.&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/7341774705510358211-7574207427500067393?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7574207427500067393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=7574207427500067393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7574207427500067393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/7574207427500067393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341774705510358211.post-483570452275843809</id><published>2007-04-14T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:10:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening of the Blog</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the opening of my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I will post some general curiosities of my life. This blog will be an instrument of communication between people which we can share opinions of any subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment and share your opinions therefore this is an open space to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug,&lt;br /&gt;Monika I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7341774705510358211-483570452275843809?l=monikainacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/feeds/483570452275843809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341774705510358211&amp;postID=483570452275843809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/483570452275843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341774705510358211/posts/default/483570452275843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monikainacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/opening-of-blog.html' title='Opening of the Blog'/><author><name>Monika I.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08222320050109072874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/666phantom666/mokatattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
