Saturday, January 29, 2005

the coaches keep saying i shouldn't care about others and just throw them. i should not worry if i will cause pain and stuff.
but how's that possible. it's as bad as self-inflicting.

and yes, i keep getting scratched across the face in judo when fighting.
at this rate i'll be ugly as hell.



okay.. i'm losing ground slightly. but i promised you. yeah.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Thank _you_. I promise. By feb. I'll update you. Thank you..

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Mental breakdown. I'm going super crazy. Since 12am this morning. I can't do work for nuts. Stone. I stoned in chem tutorial. Stoned in maths tutorial. My mind is going mad. I'm going mad.

I'M MAD! BUT I MUSN'T. HELP HELP!

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

whats the difference between gentleman and idiot? where does one draw the line?

Monday, January 24, 2005

post deleted.. sorry...... . .
Okay, I think I 'ki siao le'. I slept at 3am yesterday, woke at 5.30am or so and today, I slept at 6pm, and I woke by myself at 8.40pm.

And I found out that, people who are napping beside me tend to experience astral split. I can see them jerking. I recognize it.

It's so weird this morning. I was crossing the road again while on the way to the bus stop. There's this uncle who was at this.. bonfire.. Okay, maybe not bonfire, but burning of hell money by the road. He was holding a plastic bag in one hand or something, walking around it. I was at the road divisor in the middle of the lanes you see. Then the cars cleared and I walked towards him. He disappeared. Weird.

Sunday, January 23, 2005


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Saturday, January 22, 2005

To make thing short, I almost dislocated my left elbow today, and I got scratched across the face.

And yeah, this year I have the apple craze. I switched from orange(last year) to apple.

There's this book about punctuation that I saw today.
A customer goes into a coffeehouse, ate his breakfast and fired shots into the air. The waiter went over and asked him what happened. He then says, "Look at the definition of me." He takes out a dictionary, flips to 'Panda' and points to the definition. It reads. Panda: Eats, shoots & leaves. Punctuation matters.
Computing. Or is that biology?

The structure of an RNA molecule can be described by a pair (S, P) where
S = s1 s2 ... sn and P = p1 p2 ... pn for some positive integer n ? 450.
Each element si of S is one of the letters A, C, G, U.
Each element pi of P is an asterisk, a left parenthesis, or a right parenthesis.
Furthermore, the sequence P is a sequence of balanced parentheses. This means, after ignoring the asterisks (if any), each left parenthesis can be matched by a unique succeeding right parenthesis and each right parentheses can be matched by a unique preceding left parenthesis.
For example, below shows two RNA structures: A1 = (S1, P1) (on the left) and A2 = (S2, P2) (on the right).
ACCCGAACUU AAUAUCCCGAAU ((**)*(*)) *(**)(**)*()
Given two RNA structures A = (S,P) and A' = (S',P'), A' is called a substructure of A if there exist integer i ? j such that S' = si ... sj and P' = pi ... pj. (Note that the parentheses of P' should be balanced since A' = (S',P') is an RNA structure.) For example, A3 = (S3, P3) which is
CCCG (**)
is a substructure of A1, but A4 = (S4, P4) which is
ACCCGAACU ((**)*(*)
is not a substructure of A1 because P4 is not a sequence of balanced parentheses. For two RNA structures X and Y, if Z is a substructure of both of them, Z is called a common substructure of X and Y, A longest common substructure is a common substructure with maximum length among all common substructures. For example, for the above A1 and A2, their longest common substructure has length 5 and is
CCCGA (**)*
Note that the following example is not a common substructure of A1 and A2, because the parentheses are not balanced.
CCCGAA (**)*(
In this task, given two RNA structures of length at most 450, you are required to report the length of a longest common substructure. Input The input file RNA.IN consists of 4 lines. The first two lines are the RNA sequence (first line) and the parenthesis sequence (second line) for the first RNA. The last two lines are the RNA sequence (third line) and the parenthesis sequence (fourth line) for the second RNA. Remember the length of each sequence is at most 450. Output The output file RNA.OUT contains a single integer which represents the length of a longest common substructure. Input/Output Example For the above example, the input and output files contain Sample Input
ACCCGAACUU
((**)*(*))
AAUAUCCCGAAU
*(**)(**)*()
Sample Output
5

Friday, January 21, 2005

selamat hari raya!

Haiz, I MISS MY OLD NEIGHBOURS!!!

Every hari raya, they'll give us several kinds of pastries, home-made! And of course, their ketupat and curry chicken! Sometimes it's hot orange curry, sometimes it's green; but there will always be pastries. Chocolate coated. Multi-colored rice coated. Sugar coated. Peanut flavor. etc. WAH!!! I'm missing them (and their food!) Of course, we'll give them things in return as well. =) Sob sob..

It's a family of... Ah.. I miss the granny. Will always call out to me when I meet her after school. Though we couldn't really communicate, I think smiles speak a thousand words. It's a family of the granny, 2 sisters and 1 brother(he's a biker; I remember his leather vest and black helmet. Haha). I remember going for the eldest daughter's wedding when I was a kid. Tasty chicken, and everyone gets a gift; and egg in a brown cup. Yeah. Wonders if I still have it. And we eat using hands. Then after meals, there will be this person holding a kettle and some sort of tray with fanciful flowery designs and pouring it over your hands for your to wash(without needing to go to the toilet).

But anyway, my mum has this peranakan friend who makes nice goodies as well.. Monthly or something. She made us some lontong today. Pats tummy..

The neighbours downstairs used to be a couple with no children I think. A nurse, and the other I don't know.. The guy is intolerant to noise, and the auntie, very tolerant and nice.

[On the flipside, I don't like my new neighbours. The ones below keep calling the police up, saying we make lots of noise and stuff. Like playing with marbles in the middle of the night(Well. This isn't caused by humans.) and moving furnitures around. I hear them too. My mum isn't aware somehow. Don't mention my dad. He's a blur head. Super blur. zzzz.

And the one beside my house. My mum calls him the botak/security guard. Well, he's botak, and security guard being; he always open his shutters when we leave the house, open the door, go to the balcony, when someone comes visiting, when someone comes to pass us something and etc. He'll be nosey and ask who we are talking to and stuff. Mum says he's up to no good. He doesn't work or something. Always at the void deck like old ah peks and all that; when he's probably in his thirties. Oogling at girls and trying to strike a conversation with (malay) girls.]

So much for today.
okay, just watched blade trinity and kungfu hustle.

stupid blogspot keeps expiring. this is the 3rd time im typing this stupid thing in.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Haha. I always find it amazing to see people with freckles. Here in Singapore, it's kinda hard to find people with freckles.

The first time I had eye contact with someone with freckles was in secondary 3. With an IJ girl on the train.
There's also this JC1 SCGS girl in my school that has freckles. Lol.

I don't know why, but I'm always amused by people with freckles. It's like. A feeling of weird, yet strange, but somewhat happy. Lol.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Basically, I got the big letter from ministry of defense today. Took quite a while to enlist for NS. (And it's really quite a while. From evening till now.) Yeah, and my deferment failed, had to call them to find out why. (Oh btw, the phoneline is 24 hours. Woah)

The reason for the failure is that I'm born late, so after the medical examination in march, they will take another 6 to 9 months to process everything. And by then, I would have completed my studies and stuff. It's pretty cool a service, you can see for youself below. Haha.

And yup, my beautiful toe. My fren didn't cut his toenail lah, so he entered for a toe and I lost a chunk of my skin. Been bleeding since like 5pm. I think I will wake up in a pool of blood.

Night.

look, it's still bleeding. after like ..so long. Posted by Hello

So detailed.. They even care about what belt you have and stuff. Posted by Hello

What the.. the deferment failed. after all those rubbish. Posted by Hello

I wanted to re-do it. Great job. The site went down. Posted by Hello

Haiz. But mum says to remove all those psycho problems. So I have to say no. no. Posted by Hello

What the hell.. For flat footed people, there's only NEW BALANCE SHOES? Others get nike and adidas and everything you know? Posted by Hello

Measuring head.. for the helmet! haha Posted by Hello

What the fuck? Primary 8? What on Earth is that? Posted by Hello

Monday, January 17, 2005

OKAY. Basically, today was just like any other day, other than the fact that I was talking with Benjamin about life and stuff after school in the library(yes in the library) until the library closed. Quite interesting. Usually, I talk about all these things online, and yeah, I keep typing and typing. Rarely do I get a chance to actually talk about all these things face-to-face. Enjoyed it.

The second thing. My pimple scars. Haiz. I don't usually get pimples, but when I get pimples, I get them right in the middle of the forehead. And I got 2, one after the other. My mum will always come over and squeeze it for me. After browsing through the net, I realized that one is not supposed to squeeze pimple at all. -.-. There's like 2 black dots. 2 brownies scars in the middle of my head lah. Looks very much like my freckles. THEY LOOK LIKE MY FRECKLES. Haiz......... There's a diff ya noe. And yeah, my freckles are even-ning out. I have alot on the left, and now I'm getting some on the right. I just hope the 2 brown pimple scars in the middle of the head will heal. BAH. Yeah.

Ah. I got Ayumi's My Story album. Quite nice; it kinda perked me up for the whole of today. I just had dinner, I'm tired now. Let me go sleep. Or should I do work first? No, sleep first. I will wake when it's midnight.
I feel like shit. I won't be surprised if this blog fails to upload.

I am useless. I tried to be happy. I can't. So I am sad and I will be sad and I have to be sad.

I had been playing on the computer this weekend. Friday Saturday Sunday.

Today is day 17.

I went to sleep at 9. Couldn't sleep. Slept at around 10. Woke at around 4am. Tried doing bio spa hw. Couldn't. Guess I'll do in school. Tried researching on GP. Failed.

Showered. And now I'm tired. I won't get anything done. I'm useless.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Several things on my mind right now. This is day 15 of the year. I think I would love to number off every day I have. New habit. xD
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I just came back from judo training and it's quite bad lah. ah. Yeah. For two weeks in a row I get knocked out. Wind get knocked out. Very bad. It doesn't happen to anyone normally. I get thrown by Chin Hua(training partner) and bang! My whole body is numb. That reminds me of the time whereby I was a kid and I was swinging from something high in the house and it broke. I fell backwards and my whole body is numb. By numb I really mean being numb and immobile. Something's wrong. How can a judoka fall on his back and get knocked out? I don't know. This has happened for the second time already. Not the third time please.
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Yeah. And today's randori(fighting) was bad. I blanked out. Gave up already. No fighting spirit. Kept getting thrown all over. Guess I lost the fighting spirit like. What. Years ago? Probably. Mentally weak. Very weak. Need to break the barrier.
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Speaking of that; I think I really need to accept myself. But I can't. I'm ashamed of everything. Of me basically. Samsunone(a fellow empath) posted on the forums today and I find it quite relevant to what's on my mind for quite some time. Here's what she said:->THAT is why it is so important for us empaths to share our love and our insight when needed, as needed. But if you feel like you MUST help someone without being asked, don't waste time! As we have all been reminded recently, life truly is precious and much too short and I could've never have helped those few I have thus far. And I am saying "helped" - not as a guru or saint dispensing some divine wisdom that only I can - but just by being a caring, feeling and perceptive being and connecting with my fellow spirits on Earth and elsewhere, sharing my experiences when needed, or smiling when I feel compelled, or even giving a gift of gratitude, even if it is only to say the simple words, "thank you".
I have learned that our lives and gifts do not always have to mean becoming a "monk on a mountain", but just being a bright shining light in someone's present moment/day/life. Be a good friend - to everyone who is willing to allow you to be. Spouses, children, co-workers...and all friends and strangers are just potential opportunities for mutual enlightenment. You never know who you will meet from one minute to the next, and if you open yourself up more fully to those around you (without over-doing it!) you have greater opportunity for spectacular, amazing experiences everyday! But of course, always know your limits! And shield yourself when you feel danger/anxiety, etc...and if you don't "feel good" about a particular place, person or experience - remove yourself from it/them however you must and let the light shine and the darkness WILL fade....and all of a sudden - you are living a life full of wonder and joy. Peace on Earth is a nice thought - but peace within ourselves begets peace in others and hopefully lessens the need to demand "Peace on Earth"....as they say - pass it on! Heaven is not a destination, but simply a way of perceiving our beautiful place in this universe at the present time.
When a newly-discovered empath finally reaches the point of letting go of insecurities/denial/negativity...I think they tend to look back on their lives and say - "What took me sooooo long?! Why would I want to live like THAT when I can live like this?"
Accept who you are. Know you are a beautiful being. Recognize your gifts. And be a good soul - because all souls are truly good. It's the world/other people that screw us up! Don't let them! And forgive. Our very lives are great gifts to marvel at each day - the fact that we wake, sleep, eat, breathe, feel is miraculous! Why not say "thank you" by just being the brightest light you can be? Instead of always asking what/how will I gain from this? Once you show a little gratitude for just your important piece in the giant puzzle, you will be given back the life you always wanted, but didn't dare think you did!
<- And the gist of it - Accept who you are. Know you are a beautiful being. Recognize your gifts. And be a good soul - because all souls are truly good. It's the world/other people that screw us up! Don't let them! And forgive.=(Sadly, I can't do that. I can't accept myself. I know I need to. But. I feel nothing but shame.
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And I'm getting problems. I keep screaming yet again when I sleep. There's something wrong. I feel intense fear when I have achieved an astral split. That's not normal. I don't usually feel that. I think it's the work of negative entities; but thing is, I've conjured. They shouldn't be able to harm me. It can be a problem of egos though.
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Yes, empathic feedback is shocking. I got drained until my vision blacked out today in judo. Almost fainted but didn't. And on my way home, there's this uncle on the bus who was putting his leg on the other seats(you know, the 4 seater corner facing each other). I was wondering how it would be like to suddenly put immense pressure on his leg and visualizing it snap. I got whammed in the head. I think it's bad to have negative thoughts. quote from Samsunone; "THAT is why it is so important for us empaths to share our love and our insight when needed, as needed."

Friday, January 14, 2005

Ah. I got back from home. Um. What's on my mind now.
-Hybrid.
-Brownies.
-Tired.
-Equipment rollback.
-Happiness

Oh no.. sidetracked for an hour. I went on ragnarok. Got my equipment back. For so long. Oh. 20 minutes actually. What now.

Okay, basically this is it.

I have a 'hybrid theory' that I came up with from certain stuff.

The school has nice brownies, but it's exp for a small piece. for a school canteen. And I'll be getting fatter. The food is okay, I'm starting to like the fish bee hoon. And the mocha drink that comes in a mini carton.

I think, for today, I've been pretty much happy. Not ruined by anything.

I wonder. I wonder. I wonder. sigh.

Thursday, January 13, 2005


Msn troubleshooting.. yeah.. something's wrong with my msn. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Wow. I like the new sinseh an estate away. He's okay, but his stuff are cool-er. All his medicine smell of lemon and mint. SWEET LEMON AND PEPPERMINT. Nice. You can smell my muscle patch if you want(& that you meet me). Not like the usual TCM smell of alcohol and god-knows-what. But I've yet to taste the medicine. (Hold on, I'll go taste it later.) I wouldn't know if he's that good, coz I just came back and duh, it still aches abit. I'll know tomorrow.

My toes are bad. Very bad. In judo I keep falling on my toes. Mind you, a 78kg thing falling on toes is not fun. Falling and hitting toes-first on the mat. No names down. Sigh. Judo is so.. weird. It's like you can't really say 'no' when someone wants to 'borrow' your body for practice. But his throws are always painful. And injures quite alot of people. He's very thin, speed is fast, and I guess, it's pain for heavier people.

Ah. My arm. I was playing with Chin lah. I keep getting rammed in the left arm. Very very pain. Tendons problem I think. I was lying back then the sinseh just came over and, without warning, popped needle into my arm lah. Um. I enjoy injections btw. And acupuncture is quite enjoyable lol. It's my very first acupuncture hahah. Quite okay, but I don't feel the needle in my muscle.. so what exactly is it supposed to do.. Lol.. I don't know. Let me go taste it.

Bah.. It tastes like.. (okay, not like shit) tastes bitter like the regular TCM. Oh wells. hahha.
Er... what can I say.. Okay, I've just got my com back. I was trying out computer detox program, and it somewhat came by itself. My com went down randomly.. 'Really randomly'.. And my com is pretty slow now.. Gotta reformat it, but not now..

Today is day 12. Day twelve. Whatever happened to me? I don't really know. Life, seems to be 'cyclic'. Erratic sleeping hours still, yes, but it's limited to sleeping after 6pm and waking after midnight.

Astral projection, spiritual stuff and all; I'll have them aside for some time I guess. Or maybe I shouldn't. I'm close. I know. But. I can do that some other time, can't I? Or will I not live past this year? I know not.

People; change, some; don't. Look what I have gotten myself into. Back into the vicious cycle of the usage of com and all. Okay, I'm not supposed to be here. Oh wait. I am. I am supposed to compile a new list for CIP and stuff.

Talking about that; I'm quite heartbroken lah. The 'office auntie' took my old key rental tag away from me. The very tag that was with me for over 7 months. And gave me a new one. Man, at least let us keep it for remembrace sake? I'm extremely sentimental. It's troubling me. Yeah, laugh all you want.

-let me go make myself a drink- okay I've finished it.

So. Erh. I feel weird. Yes, I've always been feeling weird.. To be happy.. I want to.. It's okay being alone. It's okay. I must stop this. I'm losing my mind soon.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

ARGH FUCK YOU BLOGSPOT! I PUBLISHED POST AND IT TELLS ME SESSION EXPIRED! FUCK YOU! ARGH. NOW I HAVE TO REBLOG. FUCK.

GRR. BASICALLY I FRIED MY MOTHERBOARD AND .... and I'm sending it down for repair. Right now I'm (fuck you blogspot) backing up my data (fuck you blogspot) to another harddrive. I've seen technicians uninstall my shits right in front of my eyes though they don't know what it is. AND IT'S IMPORTANT. (fuck you blogspot) My mum's going to bring it down and yes, I have to leave it down there coz it's the motherboard and it's tricky. (fuck you blogspot)

Yes, I was saying. strength is weakness. It's true. I've just learnt a few lessons. can't bother to retype . (fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)(fuck you blogspot)

SO GOODBYE COM FOR A FEW DAYS AND YEAH? I WON'T BE TOO SURPRISED IF MY ACCOUNT GETS BANNED. (TO BLOGSPOT: BASICALLY THERE'S NO POINT BANNING PEOPLE, PEOPLE MAY GET ANGRY AND CREATE A THOUSAND BOGUS ACCOUNTS. THE BOT CHECK DOESN'T WORK COZ PEOPLE CAN GET BORED/ANGRY ENOUGH TO MANUALLY CREATE A THOUSAND ACCOUNTS.)

Sunday, January 02, 2005

I suddenly remembered Mr. Joseph Wong telling us of a story. About the 'made in China' story. Well, Mr. Wong has been my form teacher in Ri for 2 years. Quite a humorous teacher. So it goes.
-I have this nephew and he got lots and lots of toy cars. And so one day, a toy car broke. He asked the adults, "Do you know why this car broke?" Everyone said no. He said, "Because this one does not have 'Made in China' on it." It's amazing how some people can look for the 'Made in China' imprint as a mark of quality.-
Heh. Memories.

Since young I've been tinkering with stuff. WIth everything when they are spoilt. Like taking things apart and putting them back, repairing stuff etc. Something screwed up and I thought my fuse blew. And so I opened the plug - guess what it reads? I think I know why it fused. xD Posted by Hello

This is really a plug. Didn't edit it or anything.. Lol.. Posted by Hello

Saturday, January 01, 2005


So close to astral travel at around 5pm. The thick thing in the middle is the wall, the dotted man is my astral body and the solid man is my physical body. I was like looking at the cross section of my bed-head-board and the wall from a very weird angle. It then came to me that I've achieved a split. I think due to the excitement or something, I somehow went straight back to my physical body. This is the first day of the year. I hope it gets better. Posted by Hello
"The Unveiling" by Shari Silvey

Once upon a time there was a young goddess who lived in a canyon. She felt alone and isolated from the other creatures and devas of the canyon. Her sadness became so intense that she felt it was time to shed her outer layer of misery. As she shed her mask, light started to shine upon her face. The more she shared her inner beauty with the world, the more the light shone upon her and the others in the canyon.

Angels crept out of the canyon and guided her on her path of beauty and happiness. The goddess was at peace with the earth and its creatures. Because of her decision to shed her misery, she lived a joyful life with the friendly creatures and angels of the canyon.

-From a fellow empath.

The Unveiling - Shari Silvey. Posted by Hello
Crazy Wisdom by Wes Scoop Nisker


Crazy wisdom is the wisdom of the saint, the Zen master, the poet, the amd scientist, and the fool. Crazy wisdom sees that we live in a world of many illusions, that the Emperor has no clothes, and that much of human belief and behavior is ritualized nonsense. Crazy wisdom understands antimatter and old Sufi poetry; loves paradox and puns and pie fights and laughing at politcians. Crazy wisdom flips the world upside down and backward until everything becomes perfectly clear.

Crazy wisdom is the skeptical voice inside us that doubts our importance in the wolrd and questions our belief in a higher purpose. It is the nagging suspicion that both our reasons and our reasoning are mistaken.

Crazy wisdom laughs at our ridiculours ways and shows compassion for the suffering that results from them. It presents us with the bigger picture, as well as ways to step lightly through it.

Crazy wisdom is the humbling knowledeg of immensity of the cosmos and inevitable change and transformation that will ultimately wear away all our achievements. It is the grinning face of death, and the hollow sound of our question "Why?" echoing back at us from the void.

Conventional wisdom is the habitual, the unexamined life, absorbed into the culture and the fashion of the time, lost in the mad rush of accumulation, lulled to sleep by the easy lies of poltiical backs and newspaper scribblers, or by priests who wouldn't know a god if they met one. Crazy wisdom is the challenge to all that; it dismantles assumptions accepted as truth, unmasknig oruselves and our societies.

Crazy wisdom is usually perceived as a threat to powers of church and state - those instutions that claim to own the truth and then sell it to people through persuason or force. Often, followers of crazy wisdom challenge the established order through protest, personal sacrifice, art, or guerilla theater. At other times, they wlak away into the mountains to live a simple life away from the insanity of institutions and the madness of mobs.

Another principle of crazy wisdom is that humans don't know how to think. Or maybe we just think too much. In either case, what passes for reason often turns out to be unreasonable in the end. Our so-called rational mind is deeply conditioned, psychologically and culturally, and what is labeled rasoning is often just the mind making excuses for emotional needs and reactive behavior. Reason has become our ideology, but we may not yet be able to tell it apart from wishfrul thinking. It may also be that the intellect is overvalued and even overdeveloped. It may be that we think so much we can't think, and know so much we don't know anything.

By force of habit, unyielding vanity, or perhaps a genetically encoded belief, we still think and behave as though the whole show was created for our sake and that our own history is somehow the major concern of the cosmos. Such a belief might be reasonable if we also still believed that the sun goes around the earth. We should know better by now. As science pushes back the boundaries of space and time, it also puts us in our place, shrinking our significance relative to the uncountable solar systems and the light-years of time.

What makes us believe that things are advancing? Who is to say that we are better of now than we ever were? For that matter, who is to say that we are better off now than before we were at all?

The crazy wisdom of tao believes that the illusion that we are separate and special is the root of our suffering. The Self is false. Most things will come by 'non-doing'. The only struggle is to stop struggling.
// Now I wonder where can one empty the mind in this era.
The Perfect Man uses his mind like a mirror - going after nothing, welcoming nothing, responding but not storing. Therefore he can win out over things and not hurt
himself.
//Zen requires much craziness.

Alone of all the animals, terrestrial, celestial or marine, man is unfit by nature to go abroad in the world he inhabits. He must clothe himself, protect himself, swathe himself, armor himself. He is eternally in the position of a turtle born without a shell, a dog without hair, a fish without fins. Lacking his heavy and cumbersome trappings, he is defenseless even against flies. As God made him he hasn't even a tail to switch them off.

Man is constantly inflcited witha defect.. the Moral Sense. It is the secret of his degradation. It is the quality which enables him to do wrong. Without it, man could do no wrong. He would rise at once to the level of Higher Animals.


If an alien were to hover a few
hudnred yards above the planet
It could be forgiven for thinking
That cars were the dominant life-form,
And that human beings were a kind of
ambulatory fuel cell:
Injected when the car wished to move off,
And ejected when they were spent.



The First Church of Science
Saint Isaac and Albert's CAthedral. The circular ceiling is a large revolving planetarium. It displays a continously accurate viwe of the heavens to the very limit of astrnomical exploration, billions of light-years away.

In the cathedral's alcoves stand holograms of the Saints of Science, each captured at the moment of revelation: Heraclitus stands in his ever-changing river; Galileo looks through his telescope at the stars; Euclid holds his ruler and traingle; Newton poses, a ripe apple on his head; Einstein stands in front of a curved mirror, sticking out his tongue; Schrodinger has his cat on his shoulder; Heisenberg looks uncertain.

The chapel's stained-glass windows portray scenes from the story of evolution. Present-day homo sapiens is presented as we first enter the church; as we move down the aisle through teh altar, we move backwards through time. The last window before reaching the altar shows a one-celled organism.

On pedestals flanking the altar sit two giant statues - replicas of a hydrogen and a helium atom. Across the sanctuary wall, electrified models of otehr atoms (enlarged of course) spin in their orbits, crashing into each other, and exploding in flashes of light, giving church-goers a sense of the dyanmic reality of charged particles.

Where the Christians cruxifix or Ark of the Torah is normally found stands the sacred symbol of the First Church of Science - an emblem of six white dots on a black field, a representation of the six known quarks. The Holy Sextet: Up, Down, Top, Bottom, Strange, and Charmed. The basic reality. AMEN. The black field represents the emptiness from which everything sprang, or the black hole from which it emerged, or perhaps the "dark area," the first cause - the mystery that remains to be solved.

We enter the church during a serivce. Each member of the congregation, dressed in a white lab coat, recites the liturgy - hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, and so on, through the periodic table. Then, the supplicants bow their heads and pray that the Theory of Everything will soon make itself know, Finally, the congregation will chant the First Church of Science's own Hail Mary, its Shema Yisreel, its great mantra - atom ah hum, atom ah hum, atom ah hum...



Even if all gods and goddesses are only figments of our imagination, it doesn't mean that they are not "real." They are at least as real as we are. Furthermore, it is more likely that all belief systems are true than that just one of them is true. Every god and goddess helps to define and to refine us; therefore, each is our "creator." Each religion gives the solace of a "higher meaning," a place to rest our questions and oru heads. Whether we worship the sun or the Son, we always worship life itself; we worship ourselves.



It would be nicer to crawl into Nu-gua's lap for some Great Mother nurturing than to beg mercy or await judgment from a wrathful, jealous, "thou-shalt-have-no-other-gods-before-me" male deity, whose name we shall not utter.



if Jesus came back today, he would be killed again. But this time he would probably be electrocuted. And from that moment on, people would start wearing little electric chairs on chains aronud their necks.




No, - what is God?
The impossible, the impeachable
Unimpeachable Prezi-dent
Of the Pepsodent Universe
But with no body and no brain
no business and no tie
no candle and no high
no wise and no smart guy
no nothing, no no-nothing,
no anything, no-word, yes-word,
everything, anything, God,
the guy that ain't a guy,
the thing that can't be
and can
and is
and isn't.




If all things are constantly transforming and will eventually die, then perhaps the best way to lvie is not by holding no, but by letting go with all our might - letting go of our impossible craving for uncertainty or significance; letting go of our impossbile craving for certainty or significance; letting go of our demands on the universe for perfect happiness and everlasting life. Our only option may be to learn what Alan Watts called "the wisdom of insecurity" and to discover that which Camus sought - a way to be comfortable with unfamiliarity. We are then free to leap with Chaung Tzu into "the boundless" and make it our home. Accepting uncertainty as our philosophy might allow us to honor each other's stories more, delightly in all the bizarre and wondrous interpretations of the mystery. We might also show more toelrance for those who appear to be fools, and for those who speak truths we don't wish to hear.
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Many young people, once the most serious critics of the status quo, currently manifest attitudes of apathy and hopelessness. Most members of society remain prisoners of their own internal programming while continually reinforcing the socialization processes that damaged them.

One major problem insufficiently stressed by social critics involves certain core assumptions about human beings that are inherently false and that negatively impact relationships. These presumptions are implicitly believed, to varying degrees, by most people, and more or less "common knowledge". (self-fulfilling prophecies) When people act on these believes, they shy away from seeking alternative solutions, arm themselves, and assume an aggressively defensive posture. The paranoia and counterparanoia eventually set off the violence.



Human beings are basically inadequate or deficient in and of themselves. Most people grow up feeling that something is inherently missing in them. They imagine that to be a whole person, they need to find someone to fill the space or void. As individuals operating on their own, they feel flawed in some basic sense and believe that one must find one's "soulmate," that is, some special person out in the world that will make them complete. This belief is reinforced in popular culture and in contemporary music and literature. This presumption increases men and women's desperation to find partners, leads to premature choices, and later leads couples to elevate and rectify the relationship out of proportion. Subsequently, too much is expected from couple relationships and marriage as people attempt to satisfy all their needs in one relationship. This expectation causes a good deal of human misery.

A person must subordinate him/herself to the preservation of the couple, family, or society's norms or else he or she is abnormal. If a person fails to fit into these systems, for example, does not live up to society's expectations to get conventionally married and have children, he or she is considered odd, immature, or psychologically disturbed. Within this framework, all deviations from conventional modes of living are suspect. Conformity and adjustment to society are considered moral and healthy; nonconformity to societal expectations is perceived as abnormal and a threat to society.



The nature of love is generally considered to be constant and invariant. For many individuals, the "happily ever after" characterization of love engenders promise that things will always be the same, if not better. Love, like any other natural feeling, arises spontaneously, is inconsistent, and can be affected by a wide range of external conditions and internal states. Even in a good relationship, there are always emotional highs and lows in the ebb and flow of loving feelings.

Furthermore, when love is conceptualized as an unchanging process, feelings of love and hate toward the same person appear to be irreconcilable. Because conflicting attitudes coexist in all relationships, it is advantageous to recognize mixed feelings without becoming alarmed. Because ambivalence is often perceived as illogical, people strive for a singular view at the expense of reality. In the process of banishing negative feelings from consciousness, men and women frequently act out hostility indirectly in a destructive manner. Recognition of these feelings enables one to avoid projecting them on to the other and serves to better regulate aggressive responses.

People who have difficulty accepting ambivalent feelings in their realm of experience tend to categorize self and others as begin either all good or all bad. They think in black and white terms, ignoring the reality that human beings have two sides and possess both positive and negative characteristics.



"I love you" - words that hold out the promise that loneliness will be stilled, that life will at last be complete. Once, not so long ago, we heard those words and thought about forever. Once, they signaled the end of the search, meant that we would marry and live happily ever after. Now, we're not so sure.

Moreover, traits experienced as appealing at the beginning of a relationship can later become undesirable. A man originally attracted to a woman's naivete, childlike dependence, and distractibility may find these same qualities to be a detriment in his marriage when his wife fails to manage her share of their affairs. Or a woman who finds her lover's assertiveness and outspoken opinions charming may subsequently come to resent his domineering nature and insistence on always being right.

another of the wondrous and terrible facets of love is that loving increases the capacity of the lover to love, making the loved one all the more dear and irreplaceable. And that makes the inevitable loss of the partner all the greater. . So one is well advised: Loving is not for the weak.

In human evolutionary history, both men and women have pursued short- and long-term mating strategies necessary for solving problems of adaptation. Men and women's preferences for desirable qualities in a potential mate evolved from those strategies that best solved problems related to each sex's reproductive constraints, strategies that basically favor gene survival.

For example, in trying to identify which women were fertile, primitive man had to rely on cues indicating youth and physical health: "full lips, clear skin, smooth skin, clear eyes, lustrous hair, symmetry, good muscle tine, and absence of lesions. . sprightly, youthful gait, and high activity level". Today, men still prefer as long-term mates "women who are young and physically attractive as indicators of reproductive value . . "and who are sexually loyal and likely to be faithful as indicators of paternity certainty".

Another premise consistent with evolutionary logic states that "women in long-term mating contexts, more than men, will desire cues to a potential mate's ability to acquire resources, including ambition, good earning capacity, professional degrees, and wealth. This prediction has been confirmed extensively across cultures".

Basing mate selection on the instinctual response to certain traits rather than considering other equally desirable qualities is not necessarily adaptive in today's world. for example, many men still place too much importance on physical attractiveness in a potential mate, while ignoring women with other traits that might be more predictive of martial satisfaction. Many women still put too much stake in a man's wealth, career success, and social status, while sometimes overlooking prospective partners who exhibit warmth, tenderness, and an interest in children. (Is this self denial or fact, so as to allow oneself to accept "inferior" spouses?)



Interaction in a relationship characterized by a fantasy bond
  • Angry reactions to feedback. Closed to new experiences

  • Deception and duplicity

  • Overstepping boundaries. Other seen only in relation to self.

  • Lack of affection. Inadequate or impersonal, routine sexuality./li>
  • Misunderstanding - distortion of the other

  • Manipulations of dominance and submission


  • Interactions in an ideal relationship
  • Nondefensiveness and openness

  • Honesty and integrity

  • Respect for the other's boundaries, priorities, and goals, separate from self

  • Physically affection and personal sexuality

  • Understanding - lack of distortion of the other

  • Noncontrolling, nonmanipulative, and nonthreatening




  • Because it is extremely damaging to fracture another person's sense of reality, the personal qualities of honesty and integrity are vital to the well-being of both partners as well as to the health of their relationship. When people are dishonest and lack integrity, adult modes of communication break down. Behaviors characterized as phony, deceptive, roleplaying, or coercive generally end in unhappiness. Lies and deception shatter the reality of others, eroding their belief in the veracity of their perceptions and subjective experience. Mixed messages create an atmosphere of confusion and alienation within the couple.



    Most parents visualize the kind of person they want their chidl to become, the positive traits that they would admire in him or her as an adult, and the values they wish to instill in their offspring. Sensitive parents, instead of forming rigid expectations based on an attempt to mold the child in their own image, would try to guide their children in a way that facilitates the gradual unfolding of their natural qualities and personal style of being in the world. The primary purpose of discipline is to help the child develop into a decent, liekable adult, capable of living within a specific cultural millieu without conforming or mindlessly submitting to the socialization process of the culture.


    Ideal family characteristics:
    Bring out the full potential of each of the individual members.
    Members acknowledged, heard, felt and experience by each other in such a way as to give them a sense of their own unique identity. An awareness and acknowledgement of each individual's nature is primary and is more important than recognition for his or her performance.
    Lack of role-playing, surplus power, and manipulation. Respect for real authority, not rule by power. Each individual appreciated for his or her individual contributions of ideas, knowledge in specialized areas, or acts of kindness and generosity. Strong belief in each member pursuing his or her wants and priorites and achieving personal goals. Honest selfishness would be preferred over dishonest selflessness. In giving themselves value and importance, family mebers would naturally demonstrate respect and consideration for others and their goals.

    Unusual advantages, a rich, warm and fulfilling lifestyle, financial security, compannionship, the acknowledgement of individual accomplishments, recognition of each member's sexual identity, encourage of independence, support for each person developing his or her uniqure abilities, talents, and careers, and opportunity for free and open communications; in summary, all of the desirable qualities of the "good life."

    The ultimate goal of therapy is to persuade the patient to challenge his or her inner world of fantasy and risk seeking satisfaction through goal-directed behavior.



    Inwardness representes a retreat into oneself based on early attempts to avoid frustrations and emotional pain. What once functioned as a survival mechanism remains in the personality as a dysfunctional, addictive habit pattern. This is to be distinguished from self-reflecgtion, introspection, time spent alone for reading, thinking or creative work, contemplation of nature, meditation, and other spirtual pursuits.

    When in this state of mind, one's gaze is focused inward, on oneself, rather than outward toward others. personal interactions are filtered through this distorted lens of self-absorption, given a negative connotation by the voice, and responded to inappropriately, thereby causing friction and conflict in one's relationships. The more inward the individual, the less capable that person is of relating to another person in an intimate relationship.

    Inward:
    Maintaining distance; seeking time alone; cynical view of others
    Seeking gratification in fantasy; self-denial; self-destructiveness
    Hypercritical attitudes towards self; passivity and victimized stance
    Limited emotional transactions; refractory to giving and receiving love; holding back of positive responses and desirable characterics
    Using substansces and routinized habits as painkillers
    Cutting off or withdrawal of affect; impersonal relating
    Masturbatory or addictive sexuality; "mechanial' sexual relating
    Merged identity and fusion.

    Many people cling to negative attitudes toward themselves, hold on to the provisional identity, that is, the way they were seen in their families, and find it difficult to adaapt to a more positive or realistic view. In a close relationship, they are tempted to venture out and for a time accept a different, more positive view of themselves from their partner, but soon retreat inward to their habitual way of looking at and treating themselves. They begin to distort their partner and respond to them with negative or fearful expectations.

    Withholding refers to distancing oneself by progressively holding back or inhibiting traits that are desired or prized by the other. In personal relationships, the withholding person tends to resist involvement in emotional transactions and refuses to accept love from, or offer love and affection to, his or her partner or children.




    Lie face up on a mat, breathe deeply, allow sounds to escape as you exhale. Say or blurt out any thoughts taht came to mind while using this breathing technique.

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    The fool

    The fool is the most potent of the archetypes and also the most capable teacher of crazy wisdom. There are actually two types of fool: the foolish fool and the great fool. The foolish fool is inepet and silly, a clown of the mind. The great fool is wise beyond ordinary understanding. The foolish fool is the one we see every day when we look into the mirror or walk down the street. The great fool is the rarest of beings.

    Innocence is the trademark of both fools. The innocence of the foolish fool makes him clumsy and unsophisticated because he tries to live according to convention. The great fool, however, does not try to fit in; in his innocence, he lives by his own rules. The foolish fool and his money are soon parted, but the great fool gives his money away. The foolish fool always gets lost, while the great fool is at home everywhere. The great fool has different valuse from the rest of us and there is crazy wisdom's master of ceremonies.

    The great fool, like Einstein, wonders about the obvious and stands in awe of the ordinary, which makes him capable of revolutionary discoveries about space and time. The great fool lives outside teh blinding circle of routine, remaining open to the surprise of each moment. We are the foolish ones, complacent in our understanding. We take for granted the miraculous dance of creation, but the great fool continously sees it as if for the first time. The revelations of the great fool often show us where we are going, or -more often- where we are.

    The Fool is a Card
    The great fool shows his true face as the Fool, the first card in the tarot deck. he is the master of ceremonies, smiling and welcoming us to the show, the Grand Illusion, the parade of archetypal characters to follow. The Fool announces that what we are about to see is only a melodrama, and that we should not take these masks or matters too seriously. Our personalities are just put-ons, personae, roles we are given to play. We just read the lines and flesh out scences; there's really not much we can do about the plot. Our destiny is, after all, wriiten in the cards.

    In the tarot the Fool is portrayed wandering in the sunshine with his knapsack and little dog, seemingly without a care in the world and with no particular place to go. And he is about to step off the edge of a cliff! Perhaps the Fool knows he will go over the cliff but continues to smile because he also knows he will never hit botom. The Fool understands that he, the cliff, and the bottom are illusions.

    The Fool is the only unnumbered card in the tarot deck; he represents the nothingness from which the universe emerged. As teh zero, the Fool hi8mself has no value; he is outside the boundaries of number of sequence, outside all categories, beyond good and evil. With the Fool, anything can happen, and all things, even death, are equally worthy of this perpetual smile.

    Since teh Fool has no number, he can also be seen as the last card. Or we might envision him as leading us from the nothingness at the beginning into the nothingness at the end - out of the void, through the valley, and finally over the cliff and back to the void. And all of us will be there, right behind the Fool, each of us in the costumes and roles of other tarot characters, all together on our way to the indept table conclusion.

    Finally, as a testament to his power, the Fool is one of the few characters from the tarot deck to make it into our modern playing cards. He becomes the Joker - always wild, and almost always welcome. Like the Fool, the Joker is without number or trump, and therefore above all numbers and trumps. He has no specific value and so is of the greatest value. The Joker is mightier than the Kings and higher than the Aces.