<?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-6278843889143136906</id><updated>2011-10-09T10:01:07.694+09:00</updated><category term='gom&apos;s being'/><category term='orally'/><category term='observation is &quot;the act of wathing or the state of being watched&quot;'/><category term='still august'/><category term='Believe in me'/><category term='power of love'/><category term='my belief and others&apos; opinion'/><category term='gom&apos;s safe'/><category term='D+6'/><category term='Trust me'/><category term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Be my gomnara 2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5045378578327801851</id><published>2011-07-15T14:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:22:34.271+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>DON'T LET YOUR PAST DETERMINE YOUR FUTURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Let me tell you a story. Bruce Baumgartner grew up in Haledon, New Jersey and attended Manchester Regional High School. While in college, he captured one NCAA wrestling championship. After college, he went on to win an amazing 13 World and Olympic medals - more than any freestyle wrestler from any country ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? There is one championship Baumgartner never won. He was never a New Jersey high school state champion. As a matter of fact, Baumgartner never came in better than third. But he didn't let his past determine his future. And neither should you. Let's face it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR FUTURE IS SO BRIGHT,YOU'RE GOING TO NEED SHADES."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for starters, let's look at what you have going for you. You have the world's most powerful computer sitting right on top of your shoulders. You also have the world's greatest machine as a body.&lt;br /&gt;Most people underestimate themselves because they judge what they can do based on what they have done. There's a big difference between what you have done in the past and what you could do in the future. Just because you haven't gotten your incredibly powerful mental computer up and running to its full capacity in the past doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean you won't in the future. Just because you haven't gotten the world's greatest machine as finely tuned as possible in the past doesn't mean you won't in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PAST IS NOT YOUR FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine trying to drive your car forward by only looking in the rearview mirror. You'd have trouble getting anywhere! Many people have trouble getting anywhere with their lives because they're constantly looking in their rearview mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, the problem, at the moment, is that I like to be treated like I was in the past. This is, I dare to say, a Stupid pride, and it's not easy to get out of that. Just let it flow as A-po did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5045378578327801851?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5045378578327801851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-let-your-past-determine-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5045378578327801851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5045378578327801851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-let-your-past-determine-your.html' title='DON&apos;T LET YOUR PAST DETERMINE YOUR FUTURE.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7155057145093342331</id><published>2011-06-09T09:40:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:13:03.870+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Truth or Appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; seconds ago, I was struggling for 17 seconds to use the word between Truth and Appearance. What would be appropriate? 'And' or 'Or'? They are merely words, though. And the point is that, I feel good with the word that I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt; minutes ago, I dropped by a convenience store to get americano and found that they don't have a coffee machine. After 6seconds of disappointment, I got a beverage which is new to me at all. And the point is that, I feel very tasty and cool with the beverage that I picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49&lt;/strong&gt; minutes ago, I found two buses waiting at the station and I sensed that I couldn't make it now that I was at the opposite side. But I still didn't know where those buses head for. Although I had a chance to recognize the number, I ignored it and thought no matter what, mine would be here soonest and I might enjoy the very fresh and cool AC sitting on the bus. And then, as soon as I arrived at the station, IT APPEARED. And the point is that, everything that I imagined was happening. and I feel so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133&lt;/strong&gt; minutes ago, I loudly spoke to myself that I am gonna have a very good day when I got my eyes open in the bed. And the point is that, I am feeling so vividly and strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Truth Or Appearance&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;I had a converstation with my friend yesterday about the persons working in&lt;br /&gt;Service industry facing the end users and it is probably not that easy to always&lt;br /&gt;smile and be kind and nice and provide the best(?!) service to the customers.&lt;br /&gt;It's made me to link with another idea and.. I would have a post on the&lt;br /&gt;conversation happening last day someday later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lately, I have noticed that a lot of people are feeling the pressure&lt;br /&gt;of all the negativity in the news, so I have decided not to watch a news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, try and find anything that is reported, that will&lt;br /&gt;either be of benefit to me, or is actually something that I need to know. We are&lt;br /&gt;programmed by repetition and also by storing information that we consider&lt;br /&gt;relevant, when delivered by a respected source. Well here is the BIG news, the&lt;br /&gt;media very rarely has any relevant information, and they certainly should not&lt;br /&gt;deserve our respect as a reliable source, so why do we pay so much attention?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the fears and worries are created by listening to the news, and&lt;br /&gt;it is the vivid imagination that takes these stories and works out worse&lt;br /&gt;case scenarios. It is essential for governments to have people in this world, so&lt;br /&gt;that they can manipulate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our perception of things that create our mood and feelings, but&lt;br /&gt;if our perception is wrong, we are doing things that are not in line with the &lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt;. We seem to always make a decision or judgement based on &lt;em&gt;appearances&lt;/em&gt; rather than the truth. Once we know the truth, we can change our mood and feelings in a nano second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we make a decision based on what we see, and as soon as we know the&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH, our feelings change immediately. The news is feeding stories, that in&lt;br /&gt;most cases are just produced to evoke fear and worry, and in most cases, they&lt;br /&gt;have no relevance to our life at all, yet we sit there making snap judgements,&lt;br /&gt;without in most cases the full facts, or the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7155057145093342331?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7155057145093342331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-or-appearance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7155057145093342331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7155057145093342331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-or-appearance.html' title='Truth or Appearance'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-9198294202719944271</id><published>2011-02-10T19:35:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:47:49.769+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe in me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust me'/><title type='text'>Yes, it's Me you want, I want, Everyone wants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a young woman who had two&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends, Bill and Charlie. Both of them were madly in love with her. Every&lt;br /&gt;Friday night she would go out with Bill and every Saturday night she had a date&lt;br /&gt;with Charlie. This young woman knew that one day she would marry either Bill or&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, but she was in no rush to take the next step. One weekend, everything&lt;br /&gt;abruptly changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on Friday when she was having dinner with&lt;br /&gt;Bill. Right before dessert, Bill proposed to her. The woman was so startled that&lt;br /&gt;all she could say was, "Let me think about it." Bill was so disappointed that he&lt;br /&gt;took her home immediately. Saturday night, she had her usual date with Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Right after dessert, Charlie proposed. She was so startled that all she could&lt;br /&gt;say was "Let me think about it." Charlie was so disappointed that he took her&lt;br /&gt;home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the woman realized that she had to&lt;br /&gt;make the biggest decision of her life. Suddenly, the only person who could help&lt;br /&gt;her magically appeared--her Fairy Godmother. The young woman explained her&lt;br /&gt;dilemma and asked the Fairy Godmother if she could help. "Of course I can help,"&lt;br /&gt;the Fairy Godmother said. "Here's what you have to do. Get a sheet of paper and&lt;br /&gt;a pen. Next, figure out the one thing you love most about being with Bill and&lt;br /&gt;write it down. Then, figure out the one thing you love most about being with&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and write it down. Then read what you wrote about Bill, and read what&lt;br /&gt;you wrote about Charlie, close your eyes, and the name of your future husband&lt;br /&gt;will magically pop into your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman did exactly what her Fairy&lt;br /&gt;Godmother said. When she closed her eyes, the name "Charlie" popped into her&lt;br /&gt;mind. The woman was ecstatic! She realized that Charlie was the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then her Fairy Godmother reappeared and asked, "Did my magic work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it worked like a charm and I discovered that I'm going to marry Charlie."&lt;br /&gt;The Fairy Godmother wanted to know what she had written about Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm with Bill, he makes me feel like he is the most wonderful&lt;br /&gt;person in the whole world." The Fairy Godmother was confused. "I don't&lt;br /&gt;understand," she said. "You wrote that when you're with Bill, you feel like he's&lt;br /&gt;the most wonderful person in the whole world. So why are you going to marry&lt;br /&gt;Charlie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's easy," the woman replied, "When I'm with Charlie,&lt;br /&gt;he makes me&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful person in the whole world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572010161254936226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38Y_VsvrLrc/TVPBuEp3rqI/AAAAAAAAH9A/0PakwiOJM30/s320/vintage-gom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be just a story or not. Yet for me, it's not a just a story but a big thing now that I kind of beginning to know How important ME in my own life, nothing than me. hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-9198294202719944271?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/9198294202719944271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-its-me-you-want-i-want-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/9198294202719944271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/9198294202719944271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-its-me-you-want-i-want-everyone.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s Me you want, I want, Everyone wants.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38Y_VsvrLrc/TVPBuEp3rqI/AAAAAAAAH9A/0PakwiOJM30/s72-c/vintage-gom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1750354233765597220</id><published>2010-10-03T12:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:04:00.233+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Someday - Celtic woman (Chloe version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65GsYjBy8_s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ko_KR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65GsYjBy8_s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ko_KR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope everybody would believe and make these somedays come true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;including me - no exception.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1750354233765597220?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1750354233765597220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/10/someday-celticwomen-chloe-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1750354233765597220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1750354233765597220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/10/someday-celticwomen-chloe-version.html' title='Someday - Celtic woman (Chloe version)'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1389753733057363830</id><published>2010-09-03T20:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:18:02.221+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my belief and others&apos; opinion'/><title type='text'>Whatever - Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People say I push and force them but it's not even close now that I have zero&lt;br /&gt;intention to do so. Some people like to use power to push others but I an not&lt;br /&gt;that kind of person at all. That is, to be honest with you, what I hate the&lt;br /&gt;most. I still don't agree I am doing so. Nevertheless, well, it's kind of Right&lt;br /&gt;now that a number of people are saying yet. / said by warren Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tuPBrSl9Nw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ko_KR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tuPBrSl9Nw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ko_KR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite song for five or six years 2000 - 2005/6 and owesome for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1389753733057363830?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1389753733057363830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/09/whatever-oasis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1389753733057363830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1389753733057363830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/09/whatever-oasis.html' title='Whatever - Oasis'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6875292709775249244</id><published>2010-08-30T20:29:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:33:37.444+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still august'/><title type='text'>Before September</title><content type='html'>I am never going to get to any final place.&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to remind myself to relax and start having fun on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511164337098273826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/THuWw-OLNCI/AAAAAAAAHpI/iC6WXg6Gx3g/s320/about_top1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6875292709775249244?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6875292709775249244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/08/before-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6875292709775249244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6875292709775249244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/08/before-september.html' title='Before September'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/THuWw-OLNCI/AAAAAAAAHpI/iC6WXg6Gx3g/s72-c/about_top1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1594799768549675088</id><published>2010-07-31T00:16:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:38:26.809+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of love'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to my Mr.Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TFLvm2TWZ3I/AAAAAAAAHnw/D9mbFGsXkj8/s1600/ma-ba-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499721545663539058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TFLvm2TWZ3I/AAAAAAAAHnw/D9mbFGsXkj8/s320/ma-ba-2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to the most romantic gentleman in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing that I need from you is to live long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that I can give it back to you that I've received from you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that that's incredibly a lot. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Happy birthday, Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1594799768549675088?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1594799768549675088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-my-mrright.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1594799768549675088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1594799768549675088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-my-mrright.html' title='Happy birthday to my Mr.Right'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TFLvm2TWZ3I/AAAAAAAAHnw/D9mbFGsXkj8/s72-c/ma-ba-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6601825623637130784</id><published>2010-07-29T03:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:13:45.280+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orally'/><title type='text'>it's just temporary</title><content type='html'>Don't get lost in the diagnosis, the medicine, or in the statistics about what somebody else did about it. If I don't feel good, that's because I am not thinking in a way that makes me feel . I could just get really, really mad at someone I like. And I would ask,"Why do I feel this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499021164520185634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TFBynTOUnyI/AAAAAAAAHno/aORIb14JSaI/s320/DSC03291-re.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking for anything other than my mental and emotional state as answers to why I feel how I feel in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6601825623637130784?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6601825623637130784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-just-temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6601825623637130784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6601825623637130784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-just-temporary.html' title='it&apos;s just temporary'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TFBynTOUnyI/AAAAAAAAHno/aORIb14JSaI/s72-c/DSC03291-re.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8043681027871290196</id><published>2010-07-17T07:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:15:55.295+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>The thing is..</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks they're right. So, the question isn't who's right or who's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The question is, whose life is really going the best, most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8043681027871290196?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8043681027871290196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8043681027871290196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8043681027871290196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-is.html' title='The thing is..'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6052936988930986708</id><published>2010-07-15T13:20:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:01:14.454+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D+6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Diary.</title><content type='html'>I used to have the diary opened on the desk in order for someone to take a look at it and read what I recently think and want, when I was a child.(for the definition of age) I do still not know there was anybody reading but I remember no one had responded to what I wrote down in the diary meaning that my 'strategy' never worked. (there must've been someone else seeing it but ignored, may not) Although I was not that deligent &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok, I can say 'lazy')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so the date of every page was in distance, when I had what I wanna tell somebody and was in difficulty to find the way how to deliver, I brought a diary on the desk and left the messege. And, got it opened. As I mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sometimes communication problem with others. They take sometimes what I don't exactly mean, and then, to make it up, to cover or to get them straight, I gotta make efforts more than a little bit. However, most of the cases are in vain. No matter how I am trying, misunderstanding is just misunderstanding. Hence, I'd rather choose 'writing' despite the fact there're still risks now that I don't need to be in trouble having excuses while I am deliverying something. Well...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that I can get someone else to totally understand what I mean and I can understand 100% what others mean, but I wish my communication skill gets better and better yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now and then, we have no choice but writing something to delivery what I wanna tell just like the situation I am facing now. But it seems not working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TD6VeanrleI/AAAAAAAAHlc/zntftprRwaw/s1600/106_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992945212954082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TD6VeanrleI/AAAAAAAAHlc/zntftprRwaw/s320/106_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6052936988930986708?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6052936988930986708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6052936988930986708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6052936988930986708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary.html' title='Diary.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TD6VeanrleI/AAAAAAAAHlc/zntftprRwaw/s72-c/106_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8954077698063927058</id><published>2010-07-11T20:53:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:07:49.294+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation is &quot;the act of wathing or the state of being watched&quot;'/><title type='text'>we observe what we think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all believe Newton's law in the textbook, encyclopedia since it's real law turned out through experiments and here, we can see another experiment which shows us where our thoughts are coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfPeprQ7oGc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfPeprQ7oGc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“When observed the electron decided to act differently. It was as if it was aware that it was being watched.” from Dr. Quantum in the Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;The observation is where we place our attention. Based on the conclusions of the double slit experiment, it's so clear that our attention influences the behavior of very tiny particles. And because all matter is made of these tiny particles, we could also say that the behavior of matter is influenced by our observation. In simpler terms, our attention is what holds our world together. Our attention is what creates our physical reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“As it thinks of a form, it takes that form; as it thinks of a motion, it makes that motion.” by Wallace D. Wattles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;This means that everything we observe has originated from thought - intentionally or unintentionally, consciously or unconsciously. That's why it is so important to become aware of what we are thinking and to only think &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what we want to think&lt;/span&gt;. Our thought is at the source of our current reality. If we are not happy with our current results, then start to create new thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create a new picture, a new image of reality so that the Quantum world can do it's MAGIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: “If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” (from the video)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8954077698063927058?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8954077698063927058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-observe-what-we-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8954077698063927058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8954077698063927058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-observe-what-we-think.html' title='we observe what we think'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8160569186898436882</id><published>2010-07-11T19:57:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:46:38.839+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Dear my photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDmlPI-ch2I/AAAAAAAAHks/9Xn0v9nOZQk/s1600/IMG_6582_re.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492602900081051490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDmlPI-ch2I/AAAAAAAAHks/9Xn0v9nOZQk/s320/IMG_6582_re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I forgot to give you my thank-U earlier, sorry. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks millions for helping me have incredible memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you set the angle with your fingers, you look like a professional photographer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what the photoes say... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to have a chance to take pictures of yours in a nearest future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, happy and healthy regards,&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/6278843889143136906-8160569186898436882?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8160569186898436882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-my-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8160569186898436882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8160569186898436882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-my-photographer.html' title='Dear my photographer'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDmlPI-ch2I/AAAAAAAAHks/9Xn0v9nOZQk/s72-c/IMG_6582_re.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-4698673542423429025</id><published>2010-07-06T11:15:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:26:47.263+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>what's it about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDKUKLpTfvI/AAAAAAAAHjw/11E0r5PQF5A/s1600/whereami.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490613798363692786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDKUKLpTfvI/AAAAAAAAHjw/11E0r5PQF5A/s320/whereami.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about years. It's not about age.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about youth. It's about decline.&lt;br /&gt;And decline is about alignment, or not.&lt;br /&gt;Decline is about, in this moment, which way am I forking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this moment, which way am I forking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this moment, which way am I forking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all it's about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-4698673542423429025?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/4698673542423429025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-it-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4698673542423429025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4698673542423429025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-it-about.html' title='what&apos;s it about.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TDKUKLpTfvI/AAAAAAAAHjw/11E0r5PQF5A/s72-c/whereami.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5920764486866516267</id><published>2010-06-29T21:15:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:18:54.189+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to my lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TCnkUUSxm-I/AAAAAAAAHjQ/6ApN2Y-ZRdw/s1600/PIC-0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488168658623634402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TCnkUUSxm-I/AAAAAAAAHjQ/6ApN2Y-ZRdw/s320/PIC-0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom, Happy birthday to you. I love U I love U I love U&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5920764486866516267?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5920764486866516267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-to-my-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5920764486866516267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5920764486866516267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-to-my-lady.html' title='Happy birthday to my lady'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TCnkUUSxm-I/AAAAAAAAHjQ/6ApN2Y-ZRdw/s72-c/PIC-0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-4365596798211372352</id><published>2010-06-06T10:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:06:49.179+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>dreams come true 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It seems like I really want different things, or am even choosing different&lt;br /&gt;paths. But when I both tend to my Emotional Journey, SOMETHING will cleverly&lt;br /&gt;give me both exactly what I want. When I tend to the Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Journey, SOMETHING has the resources and the cleverness to orchestrate&lt;br /&gt;for me what I exactly want even when I think they are opposites&lt;br /&gt;one from another. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's great fun to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, may I know the title of this album? this one, this one, this fabulous melody!!" Seems like it's been a long time ago that I asked what the song is on playing and the answer I could get was "I am sorry, I don't know about this album now that we are just playing MP3 from HQ, Sorry." on_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was still OK because at least I know that I can listen to the music if I am there.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 days, I visited again and couldn't believe my eyes finding a CD with a title "YOU ARE LISTENING" on the table. Again... my dream comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-4365596798211372352?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/4365596798211372352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams-come-true-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4365596798211372352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4365596798211372352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams-come-true-2.html' title='dreams come true 2'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2538697895296606552</id><published>2010-05-29T10:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:42:45.678+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>be a cheerleader for ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TABw7tknF9I/AAAAAAAAHgI/epG8PaJpcp8/s1600/PIC-0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TABw7tknF9I/AAAAAAAAHgI/epG8PaJpcp8/s320/PIC-0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never do for you that which I know you can do for yourself. I will never rob you of an opportunity to show yourself your ability and talent. I will see you at all times as the capable, effective, powerful creator that you've come forth to be. And I will stand back as your most avid cheerleading section. But I will not do for you that which you have intended to do for yourself. Anything you need from me, ask. I'm always here to compliment or assist. I am here to encourage your growth, not to justify my experience through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to do same for myself, too.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2538697895296606552?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2538697895296606552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-cheerleader-for-ourselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2538697895296606552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2538697895296606552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-cheerleader-for-ourselves.html' title='be a cheerleader for ourselves'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/TABw7tknF9I/AAAAAAAAHgI/epG8PaJpcp8/s72-c/PIC-0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5623067270100974305</id><published>2010-05-28T19:32:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:52:48.890+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>[2010.05.16] Lena Park - Columbia Univ. Commencement 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a very tiny girl and not pretty at all. I had always dreamed that I could&lt;br /&gt;be a kind of outstanding among friends but actually was with zero confidence.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard there would be a singing competition at school, I thought that "Oh,&lt;br /&gt;this might be the chance given by God" and decided to attend the competition&lt;br /&gt;without telling. The day had come and my turn was also getting closer. I&lt;br /&gt;told my friend that I gotta go to the washroom for a while... and what.. my&lt;br /&gt;friend might think strange saying when was the washroom changed to the stage?? what is she doing there? isn't she okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she had a great job and won the competition.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I use the word "Of course" is the person who I am talking about is Lena park (Park Junghyun), my favorite singer as well as the best R&amp;amp;B singer in Korea (at least nobody would doubt there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story in the quotation mark above is what I heard from her at her concert when I was 18 year old girl and it's really unforgettable. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoAxdVodUd8"&gt;And that lady surprises all of us by singing on the stage of her graduation ceremony. Looking at her and Listening to her, I've been touched more than a little bit for some reason.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Congratulation, Lena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5623067270100974305?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5623067270100974305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100516-lena-park-columbia-univ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5623067270100974305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5623067270100974305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100516-lena-park-columbia-univ.html' title='[2010.05.16] Lena Park - Columbia Univ. Commencement 2010'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6357268234095334844</id><published>2010-05-23T13:53:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:39:33.897+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams come true</title><content type='html'>Looking at the dusty window, I felt heavy, suffosticated like that window and shouted in my mind "Can anybody help to clean this?"&lt;br /&gt;And.. I could hardly believe my eyes when I was out after bathing. It was the cleanest window ever thanks to the happy and considerate rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6357268234095334844?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6357268234095334844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6357268234095334844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6357268234095334844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-come-true.html' title='dreams come true'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2831844276197745171</id><published>2010-04-11T09:10:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:56:36.148+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>To believe is To see</title><content type='html'>I sometimes feel like Alice in Wonderland, and the reason must be because I don't always believe what I see, but seems I DO see what I believe. Sounds like superstition or fake but realize that my beliefs always precede reality. I and YOU can only see and experience what we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbKw0_v2clo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbKw0_v2clo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From limiting beliefs that don't support me on the jorney towards my goals in my ability to see character traits in myself that others see as obvious in my ability to perceive solutions to a problem when I am in an unreasourceful or negative state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2831844276197745171?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2831844276197745171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-believe-is-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2831844276197745171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2831844276197745171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-believe-is-to-see.html' title='To believe is To see'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3828371345522484287</id><published>2010-04-03T23:21:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:36:12.617+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>warm and cold</title><content type='html'>Facing emotional problem, I try to think over and over and sometimes reach it's stupid or meaningless. Although the idea makes me embarassed now that I have no idea how to get it back, I know I don't need to think it any more in a way like a machine. On the other hand, how come some people get stuck and seem want to stay? Is that because they are following emotion no matter what the reason behind there? &lt;br /&gt;Do I lack of humane feelings? Or Do others overflow with warmth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given I am blamed because of 'that' cold-hearted, do I need feel sorry? &lt;br /&gt;Given I am terribly sorry, do I need to change it or disguise myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to hurry.. &lt;br /&gt;I am still young enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotion I feel is always about the variance between where I want to be and where I am. If I am out of balance, there are only 2 ways to bring myself into alignment - Either raise my expectation to match my desire or lower my desire to match my expectation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3828371345522484287?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3828371345522484287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/04/human-vs-machine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3828371345522484287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3828371345522484287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/04/human-vs-machine.html' title='warm and cold'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1850458783373960764</id><published>2010-03-31T22:22:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:36:12.119+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>watch it, listen to it.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes upset, nervous or depressed without special reasons.&lt;br /&gt;And the mood keeps remained and gets me blue and black. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes me murmurring and holding even laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling this over, stomach, in the end, gets twisted and the pain is too strong to describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said that I'd better keep wathing it. &lt;br /&gt;Focus on bad mood, Focus on my status not minding the others.&lt;br /&gt;If so, all of a sudden, I might say "ummmmm???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read it,&lt;br /&gt;I've shared it,&lt;br /&gt;I've expericed it though..&lt;br /&gt;I am back to THAT place again that makes me absolutely frustrated, &lt;br /&gt;Let's not try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;just... watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch it and listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://gomnara.net/pic/ds-sun.JPG&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1850458783373960764?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1850458783373960764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/watch-it-listen-to-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1850458783373960764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1850458783373960764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/watch-it-listen-to-it.html' title='watch it, listen to it.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5911922682003388984</id><published>2010-03-29T14:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:59:28.815+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>When I want to win somebody</title><content type='html'>If I don't meet resistance with resistance, it dissipates diramatically. It just softens. OK, Let's try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time somebody says to me "I am right and you are wrong.", I'm gonna say "OKOKOK, you're right. You are right. YOU ARE RIGHT." In other words, I will not mock them. I will not be sarcastic. &lt;br /&gt;After saying "You are right.", watch how, all of a sudden, their legs almost go right out form under them. They will not have any energy to blast me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I just took the fuel away from the fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5911922682003388984?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5911922682003388984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-want-to-win-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5911922682003388984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5911922682003388984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-want-to-win-somebody.html' title='When I want to win somebody'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2812991557801359555</id><published>2010-03-22T12:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:50:23.759+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>flow.</title><content type='html'>A secret must be somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every time, but when I chase things, they seem run away. When I desperately need something, I get everything except that. Looks like.. whenever I am desperate for anything - for someone to call, for winning lottery, for getting people happy - do I create an energy around myself that pushes it away? &lt;br /&gt;The more emotional I am about things, the less control I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I avoid being desperate when I am desperate? Naturally.. naturally. Since natural is "balance", it doesn't understand desperation. Of course, I can not be desperate when I am balanced.I do understand what the definition of "Natural" but have yet to go several steps more to be in line with "Natural". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember. Let it go, let it flow that doesn't mean I am indifferent there but just I am not forcing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, reach here, and then..? &lt;br /&gt;let's see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. again, I am terribly sorry for the thing happening this morning. looks like I am as nervous as you are for this special day. let me allow to prepare high-quality tissue paper and deal with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2812991557801359555?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2812991557801359555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2812991557801359555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2812991557801359555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/03/flow.html' title='flow.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2247437512119384401</id><published>2010-02-09T17:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:35:28.705+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>All I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S3Ed-7CsL3I/AAAAAAAAGyc/_3FXkTyMeIo/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S3Ed-7CsL3I/AAAAAAAAGyc/_3FXkTyMeIo/s320/DSC03028.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I feel negative emotion, stop and say that SOMETHING is important here, otherwise, I would not be feeling this negative emotion. What's that? And then Simply turn my attention to what I DO want. In the moment I turn my attention to what I want, the negative attraction will stop &lt;em&gt;- I did experience today, kind of experiment -&lt;/em&gt; and in the moment the negative attraction stops, the positive attraction will begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the moment my feeling will change from not feeling good to feeling good.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2247437512119384401?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2247437512119384401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2247437512119384401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2247437512119384401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-want.html' title='All I want'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S3Ed-7CsL3I/AAAAAAAAGyc/_3FXkTyMeIo/s72-c/DSC03028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3528921463430796173</id><published>2010-01-27T16:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:59:23.345+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Be an observer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/013110-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/013110-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/013110-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/013110-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/jumping-gom.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3528921463430796173?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3528921463430796173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-observer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3528921463430796173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3528921463430796173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-observer.html' title='Be an observer.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-983718355950182109</id><published>2010-01-17T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:19:15.371+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Do not give them record, Do not criticise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S1Lj7BKU7oI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/EaFqOz_kEcc/s1600-h/112_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S1Lj7BKU7oI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/EaFqOz_kEcc/s320/112_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "underdeveloped" country is not inappropriate in any way. It has different desires and different standards, and it is not lesser than -- &lt;em&gt;IT IS JUST DIFFERENT&lt;/em&gt;. We did not all come to do it the same way. We did not all come to be alike. We came as a diverse bunch of Energies wanting different experiences.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-983718355950182109?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/983718355950182109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-not-give-them-record-do-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/983718355950182109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/983718355950182109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-not-give-them-record-do-not.html' title='Do not give them record, Do not criticise.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/S1Lj7BKU7oI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/EaFqOz_kEcc/s72-c/112_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7370935073618782621</id><published>2010-01-09T12:21:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:40:21.806+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>how do I rediscover my passion.</title><content type='html'>New year has come, it's 2010. Without exception, the most frequent question I am told these days is about new plan, hope something like the things related with START or DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I took a break last year (no! oh my.. already 2years passed), I've been quite OK - no much stress, concern though, it's toooooo stable and made me remain THERE like the real sleeping bear in Winter. I do not want to say that's not good. However, looking back the previous time, it's so different and funny in a way. Got up every 5am and drove 40-50 min to the office, no much break time during office hours and stayed at office until 1am almost everyday. Despite that kind of terrible (?) life pattern, I'd been looking for the chance to do something others. I read more books than ever, had small trips(my car and camera were just enough), tried to see a lot of people and share our those days and so on. Family and Friends worried and told me I'd better have a rest, need to take good care of me. To be honest with you, I seriously never felt any tiredness and enjoyed there, I even NOW can say same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT ONE MOMENT I REACHED,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt everything was enough. (could be little by little) OK, enough and now I keep sitting here. To the suggestions to me such as 'why don't you do this or do that?', I usually say - annoyed (so sometimes I have myself knowing this WORD). If the question is about plan or what I like, seriously nothing comes up except my lovely niece. ;; I am calling this NO Passion, more precisely I lost passion. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually many people don't know what they want (as a result of what I asked to more than several people) and they are upset because they are not getting it. how ridiculous and stupid. If we don't know exactly what we WANT, how can we get it. Lots of adults often think they do something everybody expects they to like it. For example, a guy dreamed of sports cars but always bought something practical as he has a family to bring everywhere or a smart student wanted to be a travel guide but became a doctor since the society and parents want him to be something at the higher position. Thought I am different, I don't need to care about the way other people think of me. (especially because my parents never give me any pressure - they always say if you think that's good and that makes you happy, just do it) but.. I might not be different. I have kind of conservative idea although I rarely express that by any means. ALL MIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;① I would still want to stay here while my inside feels shame there - Almost 30year old lady does nothing - no marriage, no job. Despite that, my stupid pride could say "you don't need to follow social prejudice, just do what you want." No matter what it is, seems like just against there. @$%^R&amp;amp;*^&amp;amp;%E^@%#TA&amp;amp;R!$%ED(&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;② I don't want to change and be changed. Supposing I am absolutely out of job, how can I start again? A fear seems always around me. (.. this is really shame - found many foreigners go abroad and study+work together without any acquaintances there even though it's not easy, why not 'me'?) $##s&amp;amp;%*tu!#p*#$&amp;amp;*id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be more than above 2 reasons why I am saying I lost my passion. well.&lt;br /&gt;Still no much idea hitting me what to do but I will stop murmuring on it at least. Surely it will be in front of me someday sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not the&lt;br /&gt;fish they're after. by Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7370935073618782621?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7370935073618782621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-i-rediscover-my-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7370935073618782621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7370935073618782621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-i-rediscover-my-passion.html' title='how do I rediscover my passion.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8744173206441103466</id><published>2010-01-04T16:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:29:32.297+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>But the point is.. what.</title><content type='html'>I have kept saying to the others and even to myself I never do what I don't want to do. Seems applicable everywhere such as office, home, school, in public - all in this society. It could be good and bad but I haven't planned to change that attitude anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one of my friends asked me "Do you like constipation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nearly 5 years, I have been freakingly suffering from constipation (no matter what you guess, that will be more than that) I've tried a lot of solutions which are well known, but all result in failure. Pretty sure there're few people around me who are new to this and I am awfully sick of this. Until I was asked with the question above, I had not noticed of this. How stupid! How I am still stuck in there what I hate for almost 5 years, how can I still say I never do what I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is 'what about my inner'.&lt;br /&gt;Easily figure it out that this is good, that is bad out there. However, it's like I have zero idea what 'ME', my inner is asking for myself. It must be very near existing, I didn't get my eyes open or just didn't want to know - ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born a wanter. I know wanting is a good thing and I'd like to 'want' as much as I can meaning there's no limitation. I absolutely know well wanting is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8744173206441103466?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8744173206441103466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-point-is-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8744173206441103466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8744173206441103466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-point-is-what.html' title='But the point is.. what.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1603806867106605248</id><published>2009-12-26T22:39:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:17:57.318+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Just do it.</title><content type='html'>Checked gmail box and found a suspicious note from one unknown sender with a title of "I found him in the pool struggling under water". Still no idea it came through which route. However, it's namely given me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I experienced every parents nightmare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked out to the pool and&lt;br /&gt;saw my 4 year old son struggling under water in the pool. My instincts kicked in&lt;br /&gt;and I leapt into the water to pull him up.What an absolutely horrible&lt;br /&gt;feeling.I'm so thankful that I walked out there when I had... a few moments&lt;br /&gt;later and he might not be here right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This incident reminded me just how&lt;br /&gt;fragile life can be.I hope that you have a great holiday season... I hope that&lt;br /&gt;you spend time with your friends and family...And most importantly, I hope that&lt;br /&gt;you'll do your best to live your life each and every day to it's fullest.Don't&lt;br /&gt;let pain control your life any more... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make the decision right now to take your&lt;br /&gt;life back. You CAN do it and we can help you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let excuses stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;any more... enough isenough! You are a powerful human being and you can&lt;br /&gt;livewithout pain...You just need to decide you are going to and then take&lt;br /&gt;action...NOTHING can stop you but you.Anyway... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy holidays... and I'll see&lt;br /&gt;you in a few days with a bunch of great new stuff that I've been working on for&lt;br /&gt;you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Feels like it's from Santa. (Oh... you are late 2 days, LoL)&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I say yest to it and then I get in the middle of it, and I say "Oh, this is not really turning out the way I wanted it to," then out of that is born another desire. And as I say yes to that, then it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Well, it's still not quite right." So I have another desire. Until eventually I get it exactly right. I can not get it wrong. No creation is ever complete. Just to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1603806867106605248?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1603806867106605248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1603806867106605248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1603806867106605248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-yes.html' title='Just do it.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7769531511471131252</id><published>2009-12-11T20:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:25:00.365+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>make it mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SyIsAvYdEUI/AAAAAAAAGuM/8Vshj-fNc-Y/s1600-h/P1040386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SyIsAvYdEUI/AAAAAAAAGuM/8Vshj-fNc-Y/s320/P1040386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Make a decision of what I want, give my attention there, find the feeling place of it -- and I am there instantly. There is no reason for me to suffer or struggle my way to or through anything.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7769531511471131252?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7769531511471131252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-mine_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7769531511471131252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7769531511471131252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-mine_11.html' title='make it mine'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SyIsAvYdEUI/AAAAAAAAGuM/8Vshj-fNc-Y/s72-c/P1040386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1689848285026245195</id><published>2009-11-09T23:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:43:18.758+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>Especially when listening to New Age music, I am pretty surprised with their 'special ability' to name the song. Still remember, with a cold wind and peace in the park, the melody through the ear-phone to my ear and the title through my gom-pod to my eyes were exactly matched and really astonished at that time. Wow, wow, Steve is really genius.(as well as handsome -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually stuck in expressing what I feel using whatever language. I don't need to be precise for my emotion or feeling but sometimes I am eager to deliver how I Do feel now .. got stuck.:( Neither I know why I want to express my feeling nor why I am stuck there. Anyway, this makes me envy the persons like Steve very much. I also envy the people who are in tears in front of drawing. Although I believe I am a sort of enjoying 'art' people, still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am not saying I am not satisfied with that, just I envy the others. uuuuuuuuu, greedy greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SvgqPDQHLQI/AAAAAAAAGtw/jjQm90Zi10k/s1600-h/35_102209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SvgqPDQHLQI/AAAAAAAAGtw/jjQm90Zi10k/s320/35_102209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I brought the title 'I am sorry' for my friend to say I am sorry. I need remain absolutely calm and self-possessed but seems I need more learning and practice. Even though I just said I am not good at expressing myself, I admit that It was Rush of mine to say so before. I am sorry and I am sorry. Every second, I notice and realize and learn a lot from you and your story. I'd like to learn how to listen well more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of you, please. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1689848285026245195?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1689848285026245195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sorry_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1689848285026245195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1689848285026245195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sorry_09.html' title='I am sorry.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SvgqPDQHLQI/AAAAAAAAGtw/jjQm90Zi10k/s72-c/35_102209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-4441046176089060584</id><published>2009-10-27T17:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:40:30.718+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Hangnail.</title><content type='html'>Hangnails suddenly caught my eyes and became very annoying, so I raised them high so that I could easily take those away and I did chew away. Bleeding and painful and painful and painful. After sucking up blood, found that there's a wound and pain remained still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the problem gives me pains.&lt;br /&gt;I see the problem has solutions or not.&lt;br /&gt;I know the solution helps me.&lt;br /&gt;I know the solution hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy after the helpful solution.&lt;br /&gt;I am ached after the injurious solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can be happy and ached by what I apply to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/dansui-gom1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 day passed but still feel ached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-4441046176089060584?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/4441046176089060584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/10/hangnail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4441046176089060584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4441046176089060584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/10/hangnail.html' title='Hangnail.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6904658287202226127</id><published>2009-09-17T15:22:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:59:11.256+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Dear my friend,</title><content type='html'>Everything is running around in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk about your mother with negative ideas, there's a thought "Why don't you TRY to understand your mom as you already know she will not change or can not be changed anyhow? in my mind. Like you said that's enough. You've tried to help her to recognize how important it is to think good and positive as well as love herself but seems it's not working well. We have to be noticed that Each people have its own different idea or concept. We can introduce, We can encourage, We can support. But we can not change them. Even though they are changed with a lot of our efforts, that's not what we change them but what they change themselves by getting helps from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the interests, we are in ACCORD with the idea where physical diseases come from. They come from How to think. So you believe that your mother calls and attracts that disease to ask for the attention and love towards her. Yes, you definitely know the answer. What about just giving a willing consent there? You may give her attention as much as she wants and you can do pay. Are you afraid that she will ask for it someday again if you do that now? Moreover supposing it really happens, you would be sick of the situation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; not love her more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you usually say, FOLLOW your feeling then by focusing NOW. You spend much time as well as your precious energy on thinking why it happened again and sighing. Why don't you use that resource to correspond to her requests? That's neither because you are her son nor she wants. That's needed for you to stay fine (at least not anxious, frustrated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do take care of others well. Do you think that's because you would like to make them happy? No my friend, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you would feel happy by letting them happy. You are the main reason for that. Accomplishment, Confidence whatever it is. Imagine Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Claus&lt;/span&gt;. (Let's say they exist.) Being around everywhere to delivery Xmas present, what if they are not happy? what if they just feel bored and tired? Can they keep working or acting as Santa? Because they like the JOB, Santa can still exist in Children's dream and imagination. I believe and it's true that you are THAT SANTA who enjoys having the JOB, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say "hey, what do you know? you never understand me." Absolutely! One can never understand Another. However, I don't see any problem just to give you a try. This could be ignored, I will not care as I am inspired while I leave a note here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hesitated before this note. You know I am telling you please try to understand and accept your mom, why can't you do so? And.... how about me? My question is back to me saying "why don't you understand and accept what your friend said and thinks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is running around in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;It could be like a wheel on which we must step very hard but how about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;converting&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;We can feel like we are in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; part having MERRY-GO-AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy regards, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6904658287202226127?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6904658287202226127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6904658287202226127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6904658287202226127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-my-friend.html' title='Dear my friend,'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7056228326420436780</id><published>2009-09-10T15:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:37:33.531+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>stay fine and funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sqid_r5jLlI/AAAAAAAAGls/Xo8wclghgW8/s1600-h/IMG_5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sqid_r5jLlI/AAAAAAAAGls/Xo8wclghgW8/s320/IMG_5315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't even tried to open the bible until now, I know that Jesus Christ asked his disciples "Can you extend one single day of your life by worrying so? "&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7056228326420436780?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7056228326420436780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-fine-and-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7056228326420436780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7056228326420436780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-fine-and-funny.html' title='stay fine and funny'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sqid_r5jLlI/AAAAAAAAGls/Xo8wclghgW8/s72-c/IMG_5315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3352546566272654416</id><published>2009-08-20T17:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:01:26.467+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>The more I am in the principle of relativity, the more the word gets interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/So0J9fCCenI/AAAAAAAAGZo/m5madwn-fO4/s1600-h/relative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/So0J9fCCenI/AAAAAAAAGZo/m5madwn-fO4/s320/relative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3352546566272654416?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3352546566272654416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-i-am-in-principle-of-relativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3352546566272654416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3352546566272654416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-i-am-in-principle-of-relativity.html' title='The more I am in the principle of relativity, the more the word gets interesting.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/So0J9fCCenI/AAAAAAAAGZo/m5madwn-fO4/s72-c/relative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7742517575738256034</id><published>2009-08-09T01:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:02:59.906+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>If yes, trouble - If no, trouble</title><content type='html'>My life is about my relationships. You will never find yourself in a point in time when the subject of relationships is not an active part of your now experience, for everything you perceive or notice or know is because of your relationship with something else. Without a comparative experience, you would be unable to perceive or focus any kind of understanding within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is accurate to say that without relationships you could not exist at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7742517575738256034?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7742517575738256034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-yes-trouble-if-no-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7742517575738256034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7742517575738256034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-yes-trouble-if-no-trouble.html' title='If yes, trouble - If no, trouble'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8418459879438110409</id><published>2009-07-11T23:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:38:20.192+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>a word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That's the word. The word itself doesn't know where it is now on now that words are to deceive, to exaggerate. We are affected very much by words that are from human beings as well as extremely simple when it's word itself like a personal pronoun, an adverb, and verb or an adjective. We are affected by watching the words distract our emotion with a irresistible force. Even nerves are smashed through.  -at Blindness by Jose Saramago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8418459879438110409?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8418459879438110409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8418459879438110409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8418459879438110409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/word.html' title='a word'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5603554079295810373</id><published>2009-07-05T22:03:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:15:49.191+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>The Power of Now 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever experienced, done, thought, or felt anything outside the NOW? Do&lt;br /&gt;you think you ever will? Is it possible for anything to happen or be outside the&lt;br /&gt;Now? The answer is obvious, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing every happened in the past;&lt;br /&gt;it happened in the Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will every happen in the future; it will&lt;br /&gt;happen in the Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think of as the past is a memory trace,&lt;br /&gt;stored in the mind, of a former Now. When you remember the past, you reactivate&lt;br /&gt;a memory trace - and you do so now. The future is an imagined Now, a projection&lt;br /&gt;of the mind. When the future comes, it comes as the Now. When you think about&lt;br /&gt;the future, you do it now. past and future obviously have no reality of their&lt;br /&gt;own. Just as the moon has no light of its own, but can only reflect the light of&lt;br /&gt;the sun, so are past and future only pale reflections of the light, power and&lt;br /&gt;reality of the eternal present. Their reality is "borrowed" from the Now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- page 50 in The power of now by Eckhart Tolle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have suffered from a guilty conscience because even though I am definitely aware of the power of now, I am too focusing on the past which has been done and passed being stuck in a special mood (something not good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will not be conscience-stricken more.&lt;br /&gt;Because that kind of feeling is also against My Now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5603554079295810373?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5603554079295810373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-now-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5603554079295810373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5603554079295810373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-now-2.html' title='The Power of Now 2'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-531869672813934415</id><published>2009-07-02T18:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:52:38.060+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>The power of now</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I look up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I drink fresh strawberry milk,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I watch over the great night view,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I take a sticker photo,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I drive during cloudy and windy,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I listen to love affair piano solo,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I cry without any reason,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I hold a cup of hot chocolate feeling cold,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I feel the wind blowing towards me,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I smell the very good smell of rich coffee,&lt;br /&gt;Like when I happen to meet Christmas carol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-531869672813934415?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/531869672813934415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/531869672813934415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/531869672813934415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-now.html' title='The power of now'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-617967078991045121</id><published>2009-06-20T15:25:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:34:22.460+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Because I am so sure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SjyCqoAzJlI/AAAAAAAACdk/8aQRwbemxKo/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SjyCaazNq4I/AAAAAAAACdc/4FXLRD1UvQA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349293847791643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SjyCaazNq4I/AAAAAAAACdc/4FXLRD1UvQA/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SjyBpxXOrGI/AAAAAAAACdU/t0Fo50uALZE/s1600-h/idea-color-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by unaccountable people caring me.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me blue because I am so sure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-617967078991045121?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42a586efd358ef49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/617967078991045121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-i-am-so-sure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/617967078991045121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/617967078991045121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-i-am-so-sure.html' title='Because I am so sure..'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SjyCaazNq4I/AAAAAAAACdc/4FXLRD1UvQA/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6922894514316927392</id><published>2009-06-16T18:52:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:34:27.879+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>No words for it, I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_0rBPBzIvA&amp;amp;hl=ko&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_0rBPBzIvA&amp;hl=ko&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6922894514316927392?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6922894514316927392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-words-for-it-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6922894514316927392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6922894514316927392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-words-for-it-i-love-you.html' title='No words for it, I love you'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8082568142147402393</id><published>2009-06-14T23:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:04:19.207+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>waste on justifying and pursuading</title><content type='html'>No matter what the event is, I don't need to justify how come I don't feel good and I don't need to justify how come I should feel differently. I don't need to blame whatever it is I think the reason is that's keeping me from feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is wasted effort. Normally we think, to find out this root cause there, we would try not to be there, but reflecting my case, it happens more and more since it's already memorized somewhere within me regardless of the efforts I try not to do with.&lt;br /&gt;Just try to feel better RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that better feeling, sometimes we act too much. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Even in my rightness about a subject, when I try to push my rightness toward another who disagrees, no matter how right I am, it causes more pushing against. In other words, it is not that any real allowing of what I want can take place until I stop pushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who is a teacher in a middle school has a issue-making student in her class. She has spent a lot of efforts on giving him her care by saying it's not good to skip the class, it's not good to smoke, you'd better be in time at school @@@@. Even after almost 1 term, he was not changed. She felt sick and tired of it and she told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you think your acting is right and OK, just do it. I will not care you more no matter what you do, all are up to you. From now on, I will hand off from you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few of days after that, he was not shown even at school but his teacher, my friend did not contact him. He came to her 4 days later and he told her that "Teacher, I had thought it's free to skip the school and do smoke and so on and so on.... because school looks like jail and I'm like a prisoner. So I was trying to be against no matter what you say. However, now I realize it's not and understand why you did so to me. Sorry and thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent more than 4 months on teaching him but it was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;He spent 4 days on being aware of where he stands and he got it.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching and Understanding is nothing to do with the time, the point is are we ready or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8082568142147402393?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8082568142147402393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/waste-on-justifying-and-pursuading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8082568142147402393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8082568142147402393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/waste-on-justifying-and-pursuading.html' title='waste on justifying and pursuading'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1462490353286049902</id><published>2009-06-03T09:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:52:15.198+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>what the bleep do we know</title><content type='html'>Everything is vibrational. "I'm letting it in or I'm not. And I'm using lots of things as my excuse to let it in, or as my excuse not to let it in." But it's all vibrational. Otherwise, we should be able to take 100 people, give them all identical exposure to experience, and get identical results. And you can't do that. You'd get 100 different results, and you'd get several big differences in results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# watched last year being aware of nothing and watched again being aware of a little and will watch again and again taking it as mine&lt;br /&gt;# will have post-posts on this. very interesting. And again, I'm proud of myself majoring in Physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1462490353286049902?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1462490353286049902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-bleep-do-we-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1462490353286049902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1462490353286049902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-bleep-do-we-know.html' title='what the bleep do we know'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8603324653064599713</id><published>2009-06-01T13:08:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:24:48.697+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Truth can also be variable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Physical humans are saying, "Give me the truth, give me the truth." forever. Seems that there are all kinds of truths and we can choose the truths that serve us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many people feeling great discomfort with that. But the thing that we need to hear about it is, There is a truth of cancer, and there is a truth of wellness. Which truth serves us? I can activate either of them within myself, and make it my truth. Truths are created as they are not static. They are not conditions that exist that then it is your obligation to identify and catalog. I am the creator of my truths as I told before every body's true is different and that true is not the truth - and what I am living s my truth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8603324653064599713?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8603324653064599713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-is-also-can-be-variable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8603324653064599713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8603324653064599713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-is-also-can-be-variable.html' title='Truth can also be variable'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2533309274189013</id><published>2009-05-17T23:41:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:22:59.335+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Birds are stupid? that'd be better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of DUCKS, fighting or argument between themselves, it doesn't last long and they say good bye and leave for each direction right after that. On the way, they claps intensely their wings. That's their way to emit the energy which they have built in themselves during fighting. Surprisingly, - no idea they had little capacity to remember something or emitted all that energy - they look peaceful after clapping wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are not ducks but human beings like us (like me), they will say -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I really don't understand, she didn't consider me at all by thinking this pond is owned by herself only.I would never trust her now that it's for sure she will pick me on another time. Let's see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep making the story and it is hanging around the brain over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that thought, it will generate some energy which is called as EMOTION. And it seems the emotion helps to generate many thoughts again even though there's nothing occurring. All are just MADE and GUESSED. It's all about PAST and FUTURE, there's no PRESENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we have difficulties to let PAST go? Or Don't we want to let PAST go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past itself in our memory seems no problem - like when we look at funny picture even with our ex-boyfriend or friend who just argued with me, we can laugh and feel good because of that memory. Also past in memory is good when it comes to improvement on the wrong and mistake. The problem is that the memory is changed to the concern or worry that will make us in prison of mind. We should not live in the mind by making ridiculous movies, See where I am in now. Nothing can help NOW which happened in past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342734957518859394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SiU1Iwf5LII/AAAAAAAACYw/yrwnTPiTOKY/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stay now, stay now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# we usually play a joke to somebody stupid by saying you are like a bird, how can you forget it easily? well.. if it's nothing to do with vocabulary, grammar, $#%$&amp;amp;^!&amp;amp;, that would be better. # &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2533309274189013?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2533309274189013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-are-stupid-thatd-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2533309274189013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2533309274189013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-are-stupid-thatd-be-better.html' title='Birds are stupid? that&apos;d be better.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SiU1Iwf5LII/AAAAAAAACYw/yrwnTPiTOKY/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-643784789002198085</id><published>2009-05-15T13:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:29:21.095+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>it's not my fault, just I receive it.</title><content type='html'>The only thing that makes the difference in the way I feel right now is the thought that I am thinking right now. It doesn't matter how many lucks I have got, there are joyful people with no luck (like lottery or something). How I feel is about how I am allowing the source that is I to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I talk about the Art of Allowing, I am talking about the Art of Living, about the Art of Thriving, about the Art of Clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the ART of being who I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-643784789002198085?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/643784789002198085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-my-fault-just-i-receive-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/643784789002198085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/643784789002198085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-my-fault-just-i-receive-it.html' title='it&apos;s not my fault, just I receive it.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5369812407814654891</id><published>2009-05-06T14:05:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:49:27.305+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>A "Don't Want" Feed the attention</title><content type='html'>I don't want to have a cold, I don't want to meet any bad luck, I don't want to work with him, I don't want to see birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we make plans or when we say about 'want', we usually use 'NOT' for emphasizing. This works a lot For emphasizing. The more we use 'NOT', the more we pay attention on that 'NOT'. Look at the children, when we advise or scold with "Don't do this, Don't do that." They will not easily stop doing those things, because the activity emphasized itself has been reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Don't Want" Feeds the Attention. The Universe always gives us what we want, even when we 'don't want' it. The Mind Doesn't Compute "Don't Want"&lt;br /&gt;When I don't want something I have to become aware of it. I have to know what it is and be conscious of it so I can steer my attention away from it as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most of us don't do this.  For example, if I said, "don't think of the color blue," what happens?  We thought of the color blue. Why did we think of the color blue even though I told not to? We thought of the color blue so that we could distinguish those colors that are not blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinguishing a 'don't want' can be a little tricky. It's very subtle.  I need to pay attention to my thoughts. Most people aren't aware they place their attention on the very things they don't want.&lt;br /&gt;How to Stop Attracting the "Don't Want"&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to stop attracting "don't wants" is to recognize what we're currently attracting into our life.   Are we attracting: - People we don't trust?  - An unhealthy body? - More debt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By recognizing the people, circumstances and conditions I am attracting, I am hot on the trail of a "don't want."  Once I realize that I created it I can then refocus my attention on what I DO want. This is easier said than done, but I will not say that's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be healthy, I want to have all good luck, I want to work this guy, I want to see bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5369812407814654891?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5369812407814654891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-want-feed-attention.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5369812407814654891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5369812407814654891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-want-feed-attention.html' title='A &quot;Don&apos;t Want&quot; Feed the attention'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3217393009801980417</id><published>2009-04-22T13:15:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:03:14.435+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>After exercising, over and over</title><content type='html'>The next day of hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;climbing&lt;/span&gt; mountain, we normally feel painful or ached since all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt; which have not been working consistently are surprised with the change. But those people who keep exercising in their normal life, it rarely occurs. Because it's not a change to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only for the muscle I realized today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative ideas or intuition are also like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; - especially 'creativeness'.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't use it, it gets weak and can not do heavy lifting for me. But If I start to use it and continually work it, it starts to get strong enough where like a real muscle I can pick it up. I can literally pick up on things, because I have the strength to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-on the day that I had an interview with a coach working with Jack Canfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3217393009801980417?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3217393009801980417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-exercising-over-and-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3217393009801980417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3217393009801980417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-exercising-over-and-over.html' title='After exercising, over and over'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2211238419994029975</id><published>2009-04-12T02:39:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:48:24.421+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>How to jump start a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gomnara.net/pic/aaa-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gomnara.net/pic/aaa-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gomnara.net/pic/101CANON.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately it's difficult to wake up without feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiredness&lt;/span&gt; while I was absolutely like a superman despite a few of hour sleep - morning person. I thought that's for I am being aged which is natural. However, what if that's because I don't want to start a day? um.. The moment that I am focused on what is not happy and how tired I am is seriously terrible which is I never want. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it's an unchangeable truth that SLEEP is the very important activity for our vital life, I can not say it's not related with the mood or feeling towards of the day. After that thought, I was suddenly feeling full of energy forgetting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tiredness&lt;/span&gt; and reminding me of the last time I did something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;greatly&lt;/span&gt; exciting with my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The point is that I am able to redirect my thinking and pull together the appropriate resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I most grateful for in my life today?&lt;br /&gt;Who can I compliment today?&lt;br /&gt;What am I most passionate about in life?&lt;br /&gt;How can I learn and grow today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, in those last few moments, right before waking up.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose how my day is going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2211238419994029975?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2211238419994029975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-jump-start-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2211238419994029975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2211238419994029975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-jump-start-day.html' title='How to jump start a day'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7129727929163720297</id><published>2009-04-08T16:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:42:10.397+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>Find THOUGHTS which make me FEEL good now that it is inevitable that I be going always to move toward something. If so, If I am not able to avoid, Why not be moving toward something pleasing? I can not cease to vibrate, and law of attraction and my gorgeous universe will not stop responding to the vibration that I offer. I provide it in a way whether I do know, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question is what is the standard of JOY that I am demanding for myself.&lt;br /&gt;More than the question, I hope I would be in the status which I don't need to search for that standard as my spirit is already aware of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7129727929163720297?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7129727929163720297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/inevitable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7129727929163720297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7129727929163720297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3855498210379560712</id><published>2009-04-07T07:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:40:22.471+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>World Peace 2</title><content type='html'>World Peace for the people who hate Wars, Fight, Battles will never come.&lt;br /&gt;World Peace for the people who love Peace will come sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3855498210379560712?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3855498210379560712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-peace-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3855498210379560712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3855498210379560712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-peace-2.html' title='World Peace 2'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-8104411528108280441</id><published>2009-04-05T11:25:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:09:16.005+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>What am I feeling now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Close my eyes and try to be conscious of what I am thinking now. @.@ Too many thoughts are crossing over on the black and white canvas. Just now on this post, the spelling is correct? what words can be proper? Blah blah lalah.. To make them true or particular, I have to use my brain which doesn't usually work for the history something. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and try to be conscious of what I am feeling now. Blank. Honestly it's more than blank. The word 'feeling' is frequently and easily I use when I talk. However, when I only focus the feeling I have at the moment, it's not easy to tell. Happy? Joyful? Sad? Angry? Can those words be enough to describe my feeling now? It could be. But I 'feel' something is still missing there, it must be because I 'think' too much. Anyway, I know those are all from my emotions or mood where I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends has his first overseas flight which we call 'his new world'. When the chance came to him, he hesitated to take it or not meaning that he used 'thought' with his brain. 'AN Emotion' has suddenly brought him to do so by saying "Don't think too much, do you want to go? do you feel that you wanna go?" Oh Gosh, "Yes, I do, I do want to go." No thinking behind of the answer, just he followed what his feeling said. I am proud of him very much. (Cheers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562733555876898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sdn9HH-OBCI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wCUhIAZ4BZA/s320/PANDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sdk_dtYtWFI/AAAAAAAACUs/WKHxSUzzoHk/PANDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful that, simple doesn't mean easy. That is why I am in happy studying and training for myself. ;) During the study and training, I've Lately been in a happy dilemma that is it's very good to know a lot of ideas on staying good as well as I'm very confused between my old idea and the new fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what,&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong way to tell my story. It can be about my past, present, or future experiences. The only important criteria is that I be conscious of my intent to tell a better feeling, improved version of my story. Telling many good feeling short stories throughout my day will change my point of attraction. Just remember that the story I tell is the basis of my life. So.. Tell it the way I want it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-8104411528108280441?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/8104411528108280441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-feeling-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8104411528108280441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/8104411528108280441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-feeling-now.html' title='What am I feeling now'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sdn9HH-OBCI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wCUhIAZ4BZA/s72-c/PANDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3117423694107839793</id><published>2009-03-22T20:03:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:50:49.057+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>I can touch the crowd but I don't need affecting by the crowd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Nice to see you. Although it's the first time to see you, I'd like to tell you you have the very favorable impression. You look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a smiling guy at the dry atmosphere by which I was almost swallowed up. In spite of the first time, he was the most comfortable to me. By the way, when I said that, another guy next to him told "He should be happy and smile as he doesn't have a lot of working to do." Seemed everybody agreed to that and they laughed. I don't know exactly how much working he has but I do know that's not because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he could be free from the working as he is happy. He is still happy with the amount of working. So following job is reluctant to reach him. But you guys, you look unhappy, so working thinks you need more and more to be happy. That's why there's never-ending working approaching you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure they heard that or not since they kept laughing at the nice guy who has little working.(zero idea how come they laughed at him, are they jealous or something? What if there's only 1 person who works a lot with a drawn face? The crowd mind affects the feeling too much. :@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/ScY0CJmH_0I/AAAAAAAACTc/4qgqjH89BmM/s1600-h/full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315993621697658690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/ScY0CJmH_0I/AAAAAAAACTc/4qgqjH89BmM/s320/full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, it's true the smiling guy will not have more works that now as long as he stays happy. Me neither. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3117423694107839793?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3117423694107839793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-touch-crowd-but-i-dont-need-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3117423694107839793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3117423694107839793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-touch-crowd-but-i-dont-need-to-be.html' title='I can touch the crowd but I don&apos;t need affecting by the crowd.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/ScY0CJmH_0I/AAAAAAAACTc/4qgqjH89BmM/s72-c/full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1900389868237757504</id><published>2009-03-19T09:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:42:34.592+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>True and Truth</title><content type='html'>Focus to make my own TRUTH not the true made or defined by other people or environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have beliefs through the life experience. Some beliefs get us stuck in the pattern that is an obstacle to our taking wish. Even though those beliefs or faiths are not A help at all, many people stay there and support that. Because that's what they believe as true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about babies. They have less experiences that adults (of course we've been through the period of babies). They always ask and express how they feel and what they need with all ways that they can do. But as growing, babies also see more and hear more and feel more. In the end, most of them are surrounded by the trues which were not created by themselves like us.&lt;br /&gt;It's so shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; say that they are related with my owns existing and to happen later,because others create their true in their way. In the world, there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innumerable&lt;/span&gt; trues including some that I have made and don't wish. No need frustrated because of the true. Since this is my life, I need my truth for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearer I need to see what I am wishing, what I am asking, the faster and the more my truth will be built so that I can stay happy and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo type or Prejudice is not only for Black and White / Man and Woman also My thought and Others' thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1900389868237757504?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1900389868237757504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-and-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1900389868237757504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1900389868237757504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-and-truth.html' title='True and Truth'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7872780247180144657</id><published>2009-03-16T10:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:42:56.127+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>The people</title><content type='html'>The people who make me like to listen to their everything.&lt;br /&gt;The people who make me like to talk about my everything to them.&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7872780247180144657?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7872780247180144657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7872780247180144657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7872780247180144657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html' title='The people'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7517307192220529309</id><published>2009-03-15T01:15:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:33:41.579+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Strong wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gomnara.egloos.com/1882381"&gt;Wish and do not stay there. Just let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wish is Universe's command - Universe will feedback in a way if it takes it as our wish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To remain thinking is a kind of symbol that I have a doubt or concern even a little. If I perfectly believe it will happen anytime, no need to stick to of the wish. Because no matter what It will take place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Important thing is Wish, not think or concern. Yes, it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gomnara.net/pic/him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 630px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://gomnara.net/pic/him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7517307192220529309?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7517307192220529309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/strong-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7517307192220529309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7517307192220529309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/strong-wish.html' title='Strong wish'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1098228526079691805</id><published>2009-03-10T14:51:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:20:27.984+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>A dumb fish</title><content type='html'>I was introduced a book written by Mr. Fish saying how was Mr.Fish's life for 230days in US after laid off in Korea. This book is categorized as travel journal group but rather be Diary-Non fiction. Exciting. (Thanks HJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pages tell me his English is not bad, others tell me he had a trouble to live in US due largely to English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#In NY, a big black shouted "Fucking garbage tourists, keep your ass at home all day long with the fucking terrible English".&lt;br /&gt;He was surprised and looked around. What a shame... only him there. He has no idea it's to him otherwise the black was just upset and talked himself. Anyway he was also not comfortable with those fucking words. he shouted back with the hip-hop musicians' name that he knows all. The black was standing there saying nothing but seemed embarrassed enough. Mr.Fish just wants to let him know He is not fucking garbage tourists by speaking out the alphabet.#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By going through those experiences, he was seriously tired and sick of using English. Sometimes I feel same when having the conversation in English (Personal &amp;amp; Business), if I am surprised, embarrassed or insane, suddenly every alphabet is out of my brain and mouth. Nothing goes to my ears, nothing comes out from my mouth. Here's the similar Mr.Fish's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Only 4 days from the start make me totally exhausted and depressed in&lt;br /&gt;spirits. It seems I would be never able to see Dead-End and the desolate plain&lt;br /&gt;next to the road jumps to my loneliness. Particularly it was L.A.N.G.U.A.G.E&lt;br /&gt;that makes me tired at the lightening speed.&lt;br /&gt;Ask the way as I may, Order&lt;br /&gt;foods in a restaurant as I may, Nobody understood my English and they even&lt;br /&gt;ignored me. The more I was isolated, the more I can not deliver what I want to&lt;br /&gt;others. Although people say "No", I was becoming a fool. In the end, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to talk to anybody longer. No matter what, they never catch my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at Barsto located at the end of East-California,&lt;br /&gt;darkness fell upon the city.&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to spare and just entered the&lt;br /&gt;motel found first. Without greeting, I torn a note and wrote "Any room&lt;br /&gt;available?" and showed him at the desk. He looked at me weird and said Yes but&lt;br /&gt;still seemed against me since my action was quite strange. Asked me again "Are&lt;br /&gt;you alone?" I wrote down "Yes, I'm alone" by using the note. After a while, a&lt;br /&gt;big lady came out and stole a glance at me. They talked to each other, I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't understand but I knew they were talking about me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down again and thrust it before their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not speak but listen. I would like to stay here one night of my&lt;br /&gt;travel now. How much does it cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally got it and gave me a warm smile and... poured words like 'felt&lt;br /&gt;strange since you don't talk, where do you come from, where are you going to,&lt;br /&gt;are you alone, blah blah.. ' All the questions were answered by notes written by&lt;br /&gt;me. It seems they were excited to experience that situation like soap opera.. so&lt;br /&gt;kept asking me. :'( Fortunately they found me looked tired and gave me a room&lt;br /&gt;key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provided me with the room at the unbelievably cheap price and the&lt;br /&gt;mildest smile for good night. When I arrived at the door, I found there's a&lt;br /&gt;sticker for the handicapped. The room was big enough for every wheel-chair can&lt;br /&gt;pass through and has a big bathroom. I deceived the old couple by saying nothing&lt;br /&gt;with my selfishness. In spite of that fact, I didn't have a guilty&lt;br /&gt;conscience. I was so tired that I forgot how to speak. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only English.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I use my mother tongue, writing is much better than speaking. So do I. Some talks that I have a difficulty to speak directly rather be delivered in written. I do that a lot and have thought why, why, why. And my answer is... I just don't want to face the immediate response after my talk. At least for me, it is kind of foul play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn again how to speak.&lt;br /&gt;I will learn how to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1098228526079691805?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1098228526079691805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/dumb-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1098228526079691805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1098228526079691805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/dumb-fish.html' title='A dumb fish'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7881134954568788067</id><published>2009-03-09T06:14:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:10:54.192+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>How to speak</title><content type='html'>On reflection, I have not been that bad, I mean my situation or could be my life.&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything I want and I don't need to do anything I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;However, this vacation has made me think that what I knew is seriously a little and there's technically nothing I have well-known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have to learn everything from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;How to speak not like my style I have used,&lt;br /&gt;How to eat what I have been reluctant to eat,&lt;br /&gt;How to neatly fold clothes ,&lt;br /&gt;How to cleanly put away bedding,&lt;br /&gt;How to efficiently unpack the luggage,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have to learn from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tangled in a wreck like the wires located around PC and peripheral devices there.&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit afraid now that I think I need to do that for myself while palpitating with the new learning in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7881134954568788067?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7881134954568788067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7881134954568788067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7881134954568788067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-speak.html' title='How to speak'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5957661738839131685</id><published>2009-03-05T22:19:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:39:48.497+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>World Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa_U74HDjEI/AAAAAAAACGU/gL0Mpy9NzNs/s1600-h/kc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309696610832452674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa_U74HDjEI/AAAAAAAACGU/gL0Mpy9NzNs/s200/kc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A musician named Kim has mentioned before on the TV show "My hope and wish is WORLD PEACE." The interviewer was back with laughing and asked "Are you serious?" Mr. Kim said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If Everyone wishes eagerly WORLD PEACE with all their heart, It is not the super-future story, it would already come true. Because people is not seriously taking the peace of world where they live as their own, it is still in the water. Everyday, Everybody says "I wish world peace." at least one time, it must be going to come true, I have no doubt there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5957661738839131685?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5957661738839131685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5957661738839131685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5957661738839131685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-peace.html' title='World Peace'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa_U74HDjEI/AAAAAAAACGU/gL0Mpy9NzNs/s72-c/kc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-4001330578466681066</id><published>2009-03-04T20:52:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:21:18.916+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Farting in the elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I met this funny story on middle school days but still remember, it ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa5waZmPcAI/AAAAAAAACFs/0Ix-bqN141k/s1600-h/fart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309304609566584834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa5waZmPcAI/AAAAAAAACFs/0Ix-bqN141k/s320/fart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an elevator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Ooops, Embarrassment。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elevator is crowded with a lot of people but the gas is about to be released expected to be very stinky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Thanks God, Fortune。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before farting, all the people get off the elevator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Wow, Indescribable Joy。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh farting with peace of mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ What a shame, Shame。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the smell is gone, another gets on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Save me, Pain。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'That' another breaks wind - killer farting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Hey you, Anger。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'That' farting guy neglects his farting and his smell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ Lonely, Solitude。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the farting guy gets off, I smell still his trace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ No, Mortification。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another gets on before the stinky disappeared and makes frown on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;˚ No No, Resentment。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With finger point, a boy tells his mother "Mom, he must have farted"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-4001330578466681066?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/4001330578466681066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/farting-in-elevator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4001330578466681066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/4001330578466681066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/farting-in-elevator.html' title='Farting in the elevator'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Sa5waZmPcAI/AAAAAAAACFs/0Ix-bqN141k/s72-c/fart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6187095546576722990</id><published>2009-03-03T20:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:01:16.431+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>A Blubber</title><content type='html'>[8] I am 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus No.12, pretended to be cool, I was ready to get off the bus late and I missed my stop by due and I stepped out of the bus at the next stop which is the last stop of the journey. On the way to be back home by following the way bus went through, I kept crying with a beast sound ' WOO-ANG WOO-ANG'. It was absolutely the tears driven by fears. (I must have spent the spare money for taking a junk food in front of the school..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] I am 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Prepared for the chorus festival for almost half year. I was not the professional vocalists and had no idea on the chorus. But I just liked to sing and it's very interesting to tune the music with others. So I enjoyed preparing for our festival. Getting an Encore after the last song, we hugged each other and cried by encouraging "Good Job". It was unexpected tears driven by Joy and Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] I am 24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Before completing the graduation point, I jumped into the society having job which was more sudden than a shower. On the very 1st day, I cried in front of a dormitory housemother and in the train. It was never stopping tears driven by fright and resistance. (Since then, 3 months I had cried in the bathroom - stupid tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] I am 27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;A project was on myself which was absolutely beyond my capability, I felt. On the biz trip for that (it's like disaster / adventure) Delay of 1st flight, Inspection of the customs, Missing of 2nd flight. I was anxious and nervous all the time. I don't remember exactly how we did but in a way we made it on plan. Releasing all the anxiety and having a little achievement, I drank a lot (Gao Liang Jiu) and cried and cried and cried driven by... what??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[now] I am just 29 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I found me that was hidden for a long time (hidden too deeply, even I didn't know where to hide). Finding myself made me crying like a tap which is out of order although I tried not to show the others that. It was the tears, my real tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6187095546576722990?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6187095546576722990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/blubber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6187095546576722990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6187095546576722990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/blubber.html' title='A Blubber'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6590766639588404470</id><published>2009-03-02T14:11:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:57:31.690+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Genuine and Fake</title><content type='html'>I happened to find an interesting test provided by BBC &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/smiles/"&gt;whose title is "Spot the fake smile".&lt;/a&gt; I Got 15 points out of 20. Although this is nothing to do with IQ thing, I noticed that people having this test are eager to get the higher score. Me? Not different. I am not disappointed with the score but supposing I get 20 points almost, I would be more than happy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focusing point was LIPS of the people smiling as I don't forget hearing when people smile fake, the right side of lips is a little higher than left one at the mean time I was pretty happy now that I found myself being not able to get the right side of lips higher than left - stupid, but true.. hehe - Hence, when I couldn't figure it out easily during this test, I paid attention to their lips. But seems it's not perfectly matching (turned it out my stupid thought previously was shame shame, what a shame.. LoL) Anyway, I got a note from BBC checking the result. It's very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;「Most people are surprisingly bad at spotting fake smiles. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(There are 10 genuine and 10 fake / I was wrong with 2 genuine / 3 fake)&lt;/span&gt; One possible explanation for this is that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it may be easier for people to get along if they don't always know what others are really feeling.&lt;/span&gt; Although fake smiles often look very similar to genuine smiles, they are actually slightly different, because they are brought about by different muscles, which are controlled by different parts of the brain. Fake smiles can be performed at will, because the brain signals that create them come from the conscious part of the brain and prompt the zygomaticus major muscles in the cheeks to contract. These are the muscles that pull the corners of the mouth outwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuine smiles, on the other hand, are generated by the unconscious brain, so are automatic. When people feel pleasure, signals pass through the part of the brain that processes emotion. As well as making the mouth muscles move, the muscles that raise the cheeks – the orbiculares oculi and the pars orbitals – also contract, making the eyes crease up, and the eyebrows dip slightly. Lines around the eyes do sometimes appear in intense fake smiles, and the cheeks may bunch up, making it look as if the eyes are contracting and the smile is genuine. But there are a few key signs that distinguish these smiles from real ones. For example, when a smile is genuine, the eye cover fold - the fleshy part of the eye between the eyebrow and the&lt;br /&gt;eyelid - moves downwards and the end of the eyebrows dip slightly.」 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Satz1tUbUDI/AAAAAAAACE0/dVLMZPKwEqE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308463952321794098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Satz1tUbUDI/AAAAAAAACE0/dVLMZPKwEqE/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Satz4prWvsI/AAAAAAAACE8/v3jVrodbZnw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308464002883829442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Satz4prWvsI/AAAAAAAACE8/v3jVrodbZnw/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Without any idea towards another's thought, we may seriously easily get along with them as we don't need to afraid of the feedback following like babies. They think they are a center of the universe. They locate themselves at the main position of every case. But adults like us think too much about the others' thinking. It could be because they don't want to hurt or they don't want to be hurt or blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given we focus on ourselves, it must be even easier to get along with people around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6590766639588404470?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6590766639588404470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/genuine-and-fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6590766639588404470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6590766639588404470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/03/genuine-and-fake.html' title='Genuine and Fake'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/Satz1tUbUDI/AAAAAAAACE0/dVLMZPKwEqE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2072353762568524627</id><published>2009-02-25T07:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:45:55.537+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Should is only applicable for</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Breathing, Eating, Wearing, Sleeping, Laughing, Making Boooooo. Nothing but those can not challenges people with 'Should' which gets us feel a burden and responsibility. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In spite of the point that Making boo has been included in the list for 'should', the following paragraphs are nothing to do with my constipation. &lt;/p&gt;I feel suffocated like a elastic string that is unstretchable more, like a balloon that is about to burst. It's similar to the feeling when I eat nothing whole day, when I take a deep and tough breath after a full-speed running. Repeated pressing questions, life with low spirits for nothing in place for a long time is not easy to be called different. However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough that we put the self down like the string snapped and the balloon exploded. Once stopping thinking "we have to do something, Every effort goes with each result, we can get back to normal like comfortable breathing and blood-pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gomnara.net/pic/an_te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://gomnara.net/pic/an_te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The thing I feel difficult has been this situation or Me, myself who feel uncomfortable. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The less we think, the more it's helpful and beneficial sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2072353762568524627?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2072353762568524627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-is-only-applicable-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2072353762568524627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2072353762568524627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-is-only-applicable-for.html' title='Should is only applicable for'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3548611036594976005</id><published>2009-02-24T01:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:49:14.036+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Unhappy means Punishment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is over and done. We can not change that now. Yet we can change our thought about the past. How foolish for us to punish ourselves in the present moment because someone hurt us in the long ago past. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we choose to believe we are helpless victims and that it's all hopeless, then the Universe will support us in that belief, and we will just go down the drain. It is vital that we release these foolish, out-moded, negative ideas and beliefs that do not support us and nourish us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been very focusing on How to be free from the anger. I try to keep me affirmed and approved what I study and feel but I still face that, more often than before. This must because I am on the progress to be healed. Try and Error and I will take what I want in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very young, I've not liked Punishment, I Love Praise and Happiness. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gomnara.net/pic/165_1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3548611036594976005?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3548611036594976005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/unhappy-means-punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3548611036594976005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3548611036594976005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/unhappy-means-punishment.html' title='Unhappy means Punishment.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-6736587385365086066</id><published>2009-02-19T12:37:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:16:41.163+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>never go beyond getting angry</title><content type='html'>「By giving up, I mean deciding, "It's all hopeless and impossible to make any changes, so why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;?" The rest of it goes, "Just stay the way you are. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;At least you know how to handle that pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You don't like it, but it is familiar, and you hope it won't get any worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, habitual anger is like sitting in a corner with a dunce cap on. Does this sound familiar? Something happens, and you get angry. Something else happens, and you get angry again. Something else happens, and you get angry again. Something else happens, and once again you get angry. &lt;strong&gt;But you never go beyond getting angry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good does that do? &lt;em&gt;It is a foolish reaction to waste your time only getting angry.&lt;/em&gt; It's also a refusal to perceive life in a new and different way. It would be much more helpful to ask yourself how you are creating so many situations to get angry at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you believing that causes all these frustrations? What are you giving out that attracts in others the need to irritate you? Why do you believe that to get your way you need to get angry? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whatever you give out comes back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The more you give out anger, the more you are creating situations for you to get angry at, like sitting in a corner with a dunce cap on, getting nowhere.」p41-You can heal your life by Louise L.Hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked with "&lt;a href="http://gomnara.egloos.com/1839220"&gt;please do not say sorry&lt;/a&gt;" at be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gomnara&lt;/span&gt; around 3 months ago that&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you get angry? you just want to let them know you are angry? or you'd like to hear 'sorry'?" Anger brings another anger. (an old saying is never wrong) ‥ The next step of being angry is being angry again or awkward situation. Nothing I can take from my anger. ‥‥‥ I am now training myself. I am now trying to calm me down when I feel I want to have the pouts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I know you want to become sulky. But, you know what! It's of no good, fruitless. In place of any nice result, you will get a lot of bothers which you need to deal with accordingly. I know well because I have done that a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given I let my stupid pride go, I can absolutely be out of a vicious circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wording is not just wording.&lt;br /&gt;Everything can become true, that's why wording can be existing.&lt;br /&gt;I believe so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-6736587385365086066?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/6736587385365086066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-go-beyond-getting-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6736587385365086066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/6736587385365086066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-go-beyond-getting-angry.html' title='never go beyond getting angry'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-533444384832411898</id><published>2009-02-18T18:32:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:50:22.802+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>It's not difficult to say "That's OK", and then?</title><content type='html'>Right after "I'm sorry", my automatic answer is following, "That's OK." And then, I am sometimes at a loss for words as I have no idea what would be my next action? The best thing that I can do could be a smile, f.o.r.c.e.d smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to make that kind of heavy atmosphere. Now that I say "That's OK", we don't need to have anything uncomfortable between both at least. Already that matter is out of my head. However, I'm still anxious about that and struggling for my next. I am the key person to make up for the atmosphere. The more I keep the awkward silence, the more another feels difficult to deal with the situation. Especially with my lovely family (or very close acquaintances)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully aware that this sucks and makes me in trouble in the end. Whenever I face that, I do auto suggestion 'No need, No need, this is never good for you, you can not get anything by doing this'. Sometime working, but still I need more practice (weird using the word - practice, anyway). I've tried to find the root cause for that and so far the answer from me is P.R.I.D.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Honestly speaking, it took a lot of time for me to admit I am too proud and try to keep it. I had denied that. On the way to put me down and release all the bad from myself, I start accepting that and finally did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a girl of great self-respect. I do not want to say this is not good, but when it comes to those things that are absolutely not related with the pride, can I just let it go? I have lots of cases to show my pride still by doing a greatly amazing job ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-533444384832411898?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/533444384832411898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-difficult-to-say-thats-ok-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/533444384832411898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/533444384832411898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-difficult-to-say-thats-ok-and.html' title='It&apos;s not difficult to say &quot;That&apos;s OK&quot;, and then?'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-2725286387396505018</id><published>2009-02-14T09:01:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:06:03.590+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>Newton's third of Motion</title><content type='html'>Several days ago, I tried to apply Physics theory to our life by referring Quantum physics. I had been stuck in the idea - Classic physics is not related with it, if it is, we must have the opposite response when we attract something "(+) draws (-), (-) draws (+)". But, Newton's law suddenly hits me this morning and I was definitely wrong, it's not "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://gomnara.net/pic/sanglim.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;「For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.」&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not totally different idea with &lt;a href="http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-of-energies-are-responding.html"&gt;my previous post in regards to responding&lt;/a&gt;. When we do something, that will be reacted in a way. I mean that what we give out, we get back - life is really simple. What we think about ourselves becomes the truth for us. Everybody is responsible for everything in our lives, the best and the worst. Every thought we think is creating our future. Each one of us creates our experiences by our thoughts and our feelings. The thoughts we think and the words we speak creat our experiences. We create the situations, and then we give our power away by blaming the other person for our frustration. No person, no place, and nothing has any power over us, for "we" are the only thinkers in our minds, we will find it in our lives. To the one, I can think either 'My boss is out to get me,If I think 'My boss neither appreciate to me nor understand me.' or 'My boss always treats me with respects and courtesy.' My boss is always helpful'. Each one of these thoughts will creat quite different experiences. What we believe about ourseleves and about life becomes true for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-2725286387396505018?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/2725286387396505018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/newtons-third-of-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2725286387396505018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/2725286387396505018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/newtons-third-of-motion.html' title='Newton&apos;s third of Motion'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-5763471449750258487</id><published>2009-02-13T11:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:49:33.777+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Understanding with Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's not that easy to find the person not only listening also hearing well. Seems humans like to talk about theirs or attract the attention to themselves. At the beginning of the talk, they pay their attention on the talk well but as time goes by, they feel tired of the talk and no attention they give more. However, we keep hearing and try to give some responses based on our understanding since we also have the nature to be good. By the response, the person talking would feel strange or regrettable - "That's not what I talked to you." - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dictionary says "Listen to" is GIVE ONE'S ATTENTION TO THEM OR IT, when hearing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We, people easily say "I understand what you are talking about." And those people easily take it true when the other people say "Understand" that entraps themselves. I will not say everybody is same there but at least I and a number of people around me do so. To understand the situation, we try to assimilate ourselves to that situation in case that we don not have the same(similar) experience. In order to do so, Listen to the TALK we have to at least. Regardless of how much attention we give to the talk, thinking at the same situation is seldom possible now that we are all different types of the persons. OK, let's say we have the same experience like we were picked on by the class mates. A friend listens to my story and gives me a feedback "Totally understand since I have the experience 3 years ago. Cheer up, it's just a tiny thing of this huge universe. After some time you will be released and forget it soon, you need to help yourself... blah blah blah.. " I would think what on earth are you talking about? I'm more than painful and I thought you could understand me. How dare you can say it's a tiny thing! I have a difficulty to breath because of that. My friend just tried to give me some cheers and help, no bad intention behind as my friend thought she understands the situation based on her experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably, that's why we usually say that we need the person who just listens to me without any advice or opinion. Moreover, it's more than happy to have a conversation deeply by exchanging their own ideas for sure. I am still learning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know here must be too many contradictions, but this is the very KEY for the relationship. TALK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-5763471449750258487?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/5763471449750258487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/understanding-with-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5763471449750258487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/5763471449750258487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/understanding-with-listening.html' title='Understanding with Listening'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-7786305628767636618</id><published>2009-02-13T02:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:49:33.777+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s accepting'/><title type='text'>Is TALK a illness or a medicine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gomnara.net/pic/goin_mul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 730px" alt="" src="http://gomnara.net/pic/goin_mul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt Talking is so important of the relationship between persons. The more we talk to each other, The closer we can be to each, The more we understand whatoever. However, Is seriously TALK always good? is it possible that "The more we talk, The more we get hurt by that true that really happened or the lie that we are decieved with."?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-7786305628767636618?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/7786305628767636618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-talk-illness-or-medicine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7786305628767636618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/7786305628767636618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-talk-illness-or-medicine.html' title='Is TALK a illness or a medicine?'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-3030131172925423042</id><published>2009-02-11T14:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:48:38.113+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s safe'/><title type='text'>All of the energies are responding.</title><content type='html'>「How often have we said,"That's the way I am," or "That's the way it is" Those specific words are really saying that that's what we believe to be true for us. Usually, what we believe is only someone else's opinion we have incorporated into our belief systems. No doubt it fits right in with all the other things we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of the many people who will get up in the morning see that it's raining, and say, "Oh, what a lousy day!"? It is not a lousy day. It is only a wet day. If we wear the appropriate clothing and change our attitude, we can have a lot of rainy day fun. If it is really our belief that rainy days are lousy days, then we will always greet rain with a sinking heart. We will fight the day rather than flow with what is happening in the moment. If we want a joyous life, we must think joyous thoughts. If we want a propsperous life, we must think prosperous thoughts. If we want a loving life, we must think loving thoughts. Whatever we send out mentally or verbally will come back to us in like form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POINT OF POWER IS ALWAYS IN THE PRESENT MOMENT.」&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p36-You can heal your life by Louise L.Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Modern physics, all the substances including wave are Energy itself. Thought can not be exceptional. Whatever I have in my mind and brain is working as Energy and that Energy is responding in a way. The Good response is upto the Good energy which is the very good thought. What if the reponse is too late for me to feel nothing? So what? At least I don't have to distort my face that causes stupid wrinkles (oh no, please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting the response of energies, A thought is no more than the thought. I can smile and laugh with thinking positive and good. How great it is! I can be happy, by thinking only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-3030131172925423042?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/3030131172925423042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-of-energies-are-responding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3030131172925423042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/3030131172925423042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-of-energies-are-responding.html' title='All of the energies are responding.'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278843889143136906.post-1895048284237511717</id><published>2009-02-11T11:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:50:01.508+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gom&apos;s being'/><title type='text'>Be my gomnara 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SZI7ZnQymOI/AAAAAAAABBE/hCZQcvt97vw/s1600-h/any_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SZI7ZnQymOI/AAAAAAAABBE/hCZQcvt97vw/s320/any_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I appoint Google blog (blogspot) as my 2nd place.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278843889143136906-1895048284237511717?l=gomnara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/feeds/1895048284237511717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-gomnara-2_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1895048284237511717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278843889143136906/posts/default/1895048284237511717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomnara.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-gomnara-2_10.html' title='Be my gomnara 2'/><author><name>gomnara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11003575758452759969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SbKTed0aKHI/AAAAAAAACRA/xAslrpofcHY/S220/P1030640.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2Op3gkUa44/SZI7ZnQymOI/AAAAAAAABBE/hCZQcvt97vw/s72-c/any_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
