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<br />Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-49798080541146579042014-03-28T01:20:00.001+08:002014-03-28T01:23:39.882+08:00Where To Eat 7 Wonders of Ice Cream in Singapore<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Gula Melaka ice cream, Salted Egg ice cream, Lychee Martini ice cream, and InstaScream ice cream? We’re not kidding you on these one! <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Where To Eat 7 Wonders of Ice Cream in Singapore</strong> tells you where you can eat old school, exotic and out-of-your-mind delicious homemade ice cream, while catching up with friends and family in a relaxed cafe setting. Check out our shortlist of where to eat top 7 wonders of ice cream in Singapore!</span></div>
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1) i Scream</span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Blk 89 Bedok North Ave 4 #01-109</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 460089</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Daily 12pm – 12mn</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">i Scream is a relatively new sultry ice cream parlour in Eastern Singapore. Probably also the only one that is focused on serving cocktail infused ice cream. Even the ice cream names call out to you. Some of their best sellers include <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">YouScream</strong> made of Supercasis (grape) and Wow Berries (raspberry ice cream); <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">InstaScream</strong> made of Mozart Gold (chocolate cream) and Childhood Favourite (milo ice cream); and <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Soogle</strong> made of Macaroon with ice cream of your choice. i Scream is also coming up with Singapore’s first ever 5 NEW! Beer Floats, which are fruit flavoured beers matched with each their own perfect pairing of ice cream. We’re keeping an eye on this one!</span></div>
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2) Creamier</span></h2>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/creamier.singapore" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Creamier Facebook</span></a><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">128, Toa Payoh Lorong 1 #01-835</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 310128</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Tue – Thu (12pm – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (12pm – 11pm)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">In a short span of 3 years, Creamier has found its way to the heart of many ice cream lovers, especially those who have a penchant for nostalgic local flavours. The cafe specialises in concocting their own unique recipes and small-batch produce of their ice creams, using only high quality ingredients. To them, making ice cream is a craft that requires originality, pride, quality and workmanship all in one. The cafe also curates art collections so customers can soak in the artistic atmostphere (in the heartland, how cool) while enjoying life’s little luxuries of quality ice creams. Best sellers here are definitely the <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Seasalt Gula Melaka, Roasted Pistachio and Earl Grey Lavender</strong>. If you don’t try them you might as well deem not having visited Creamier.</span></div>
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3) Ice Cream Chefs</span></h2>
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<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">12 Jln Kuras </span></strong><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (12.30pm – 10.30pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (12pm – 12mn)</span><br />
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<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">520 East Coast Road </span></strong><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (1pm – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri – Sun (1pm – 11pm)</span></div>
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<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">SAFRA Mount Faber</span></strong><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (12pm – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri – Sun (12pm – 11pm)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Ice Cream Chefs set up its first cafe at East Coast in 2007. Today, they are into their 8th year of smashing ice cream! Despite the expansion, the cafes manage to maintain similar standard gourmet ice cream on the rocks across their outlets. What’s cool is that the family oriented gourmet ice cream cafe lets you customise your own ice cream with your favourite mix-in. Only the freshest milk is used in their ice creams, with no alcoholic flavours on the menu – so you can bring your kids, nieces and nephews to eat without worrying about them bugging you for rum and raisin. Be sure to try out their best sellers including <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Chocolate & Hershey, Oreos & Cream and Creme Brulee</strong>.</span></div>
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4) Ice Cream Frenzy</span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Blk 501 West Coast Drive #01-250</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 120501</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (11am – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (11am – 11pm)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">At just 4 years young, Ice Cream Frenzy has made it to several lists of ice cream connoisseurs. It serves more than 60 healthy, innovative homemade Gelato ice cream in a home style cafe setting. Because the cafe is so homely, it takes care to serve only natural and fresh ingredients with less sugar, low fat and no preservatives. If you have a penchant for Masala, you will find particular liking for their newest unusual flavour – <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Darjeeling Masala Chai</strong>, which is a combination of Indian spice tea and Masala. Sounds pretty bizarre but the new ice cream flavour sure packed a punch! Other best sellers here include <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">XO Durian, Belgium Dark Chocolate and New York Cheesecake!</strong></span></div>
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5) Little Ice Cream Kafe (LICK) <span style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">FREE WiFi</span></span></h2>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Little-Ice-Cream-Kafe-LICKS/147276811999364" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">LICK Facebook</span></a><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">258 Tanjong Katong Road</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 437046</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (1pm – 11pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri (1pm – 12pm / Buffet 2pm – 4pm or 6pm – 8pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sat (12pm – 12mn)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sun (12pm – 11pm)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">LICK is situated on the locale of Tanjong Katong Girls, Chung Cheng High and Tanjong Katong Secondary School. Operated by a pair of sisters-in-law, the cafe orginally began with no secret recipe at hand, but a whole lot of trial and error. Today, LICK serves up to 30 local flavours and also invites customers to get FREE Mix-Ins on Mondays, half price Waffle with ice cream purchase on Tuesdays, 2 scoops for the price of 1 on Wednesdays, half price Brownie with ice cream purchase of Thursdays, and buffet on Fridays! Some of their best sellers include <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Mao Shan Wang Durian, Butterscotch and Sea Salt Caramel</strong>.</span></div>
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6) The Daily Scoop</span></h2>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Daily-Scoop/173372346008006" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The Daily Scoop Facebook</span></a><br />
<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sunset Way</span></strong><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">41 Sunset Way</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">#01-04 Clementi Arcade</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 597071</span><br />
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<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Chip Bee Gardens</span></strong><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">43 Jalan Merah Saga</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">#01-78 Chip Bee Gardens</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 278115</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (11am – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (11am – 10.30pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Sun (2pm – 10pm)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">#01-05 Sembawang Cottage</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 758382</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (11am – 10pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (11am – 10.30pm)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The Daily Scoop is 10 years old and one of the pioneer ice cream parlours in Singapore! Despite its reputation, wide range of 50 interesting quirky ice cream flavours, and use of real fresh fruits with no gelatin, prices start from a range of only $2.90 to $3.50! In previous years on National Day, The Daily Scoop created unusual Hari Raya Laksa and Mee Siam flavours. When you are here, be sure to try their popular <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Coconut</strong> ice cream made with fresh coconut juice and pulp (not milk), <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Brown Sugar n’ Sea Salt with Brownies Chunk</strong> ice cream for chocolate lovers, and<strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Lychee Martini</strong> for refreshing tang! Complete your ice cream treat with Waffle or warm Brownie even, from just $6.20.</span></div>
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7) Tom’s Palette</span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">100 Beach Rd #01-25</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Shaw Tower</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Singapore 189702</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Mon – Thu (12pm – 9.30pm)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Fri & Sat (12pm – 10pm)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Tom’s Palette is turning 9 this September! The cafe constantly works on creating interesting and innovative flavours that are not usually found in other parlours. Of which includes <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Salted Egg Ice Cream</strong>, which tastes like Hong Kong salted egg bun, or “流沙包”; <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Salted Caramel Cheesecake</strong>, which is a cream cheese based ice cream with delicious swirls of homemade salted caramel sauce; and <strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Granny’s Favourite</strong>, which is a combination of chocolate, malt and cookie dough.</span></div>
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</section>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-68226541207948449172013-06-10T15:02:00.004+08:002013-06-10T15:02:41.858+08:00Abandoned by Disney<br />
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Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town.</div>
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Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.</div>
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This is a FACT. Look it up.</div>
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Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, Thirty Million Dollars.</div>
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Then they abandoned it.</div>
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Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.</div>
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That's where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn't because of sand, and it obviously wasn't because "foreigners are lazy". Both are convenient excuses.</div>
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No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don't I buy the official story?</div>
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Because of Mowgli's Palace.</div>
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Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of "Mowgli's Palace" in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing.</div>
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If you're unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story "The Jungle Book". If you haven't seen it anywhere else, you'd know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past.</div>
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Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals.</div>
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Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation.</div>
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The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway".</div>
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Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace... surrounded by JUNGLE... staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear... well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit.</div>
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We're talking about a large Indian Palace, Jungle, and Loincloths not only in the center of a relatively wealth area, but also a somewhat "xenophobic" area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point in history.</div>
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One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee.</div>
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Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee, as well. The houses were razed, the land was cleared, and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do or say about it. Local TV and Newspapers were against the resort at the beginning, but some insane connection between Disney's media holdings and the local venues came into play and their opinions turned on a dime.</div>
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So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas. Disney sunk those millions in and then split. The same thing happened with Mowgli's Palace.</div>
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Construction was complete. Visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the usual annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists.</div>
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Then it all just stopped.</div>
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Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the Hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney's loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a large group of folks who didn't want this in the first place.</div>
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I honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience any of it first-hand.</div>
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Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs.</div>
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Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli's Palace.</div>
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Plus there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium "stock" into the local waters when they closed... including sharks.</div>
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Who wouldn't want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that?</div>
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Well, what I'm getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some "Urban Exploration" at Mowgli's Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento.</div>
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I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle.</div>
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Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort... or rather, I tried to.</div>
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Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean.</div>
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Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney's way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment, you know?</div>
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Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results... basically for no good reason. Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible.</div>
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So in the end I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old-as-hell map I'd received in the mail back in the 90s. It was a promotional item sent out to people who had recently been to Disney world, and I guess since I had been there in the late 80s, that was "recent".</div>
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I didn't really intend to hang onto it. It just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I'd only remembered it months into my research, and even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage bin my parents had shoved it all into.</div>
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But I DID find it. Locals were no help, as most were transplants who had moved to the beach in recent years... or old residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures the second I managed to say "Where would I find Mowgli's---"</div>
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The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth. Tropical plants that had run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with the native species of flora that actually BELONGED there and had tried to reclaim the land.</div>
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I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort. Tremendous, monolithic wooden gates whose supports to either side looked like they must've been cut from giant sequoias. The gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers and eaten away at the base by burrowing insects.</div>
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Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap, with hand-painted letters scrawled in black. "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". Clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small protest.</div>
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The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive, so grabbing my digital camera and the map, whose flip-side showed a layout of the resort, I set off on foot.</div>
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The inner grounds of the place were just as overgrown as the entryway. Palm tree stood untended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. Banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bug-riddled refuse. There was this sort of clash between order and chaos, as carefully planted rows of perennial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking, blackened mushrooms.</div>
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All that remained of any outdoor structures were broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of assorted debris chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by weather.</div>
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The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of Baloo, the friendly bear from the Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one, staring into empty space with a silly, toothy grin as bird shit covered whole swaths of his "fur" and vines ensnared his platform.</div>
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I approached the main building - the PALACE - only to find the outside of the building covered in graffiti where the original paint hadn't peeled and chipped away. The front doors weren't just open, they had been taken off their hinges and were stolen.</div>
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Above the front doors, or the gaping maw where they had been, someone had once again painted "ABANDONED BY DISNEY".</div>
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I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I saw inside the Palace. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full-fledged secret society of homeless bums... but no.</div>
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The inside of the building was so stark, so bare, that I actually think people had stolen the molding off the walls. Anything that was too big to steal... counters, desks, giant fake trees... they were all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified my every step like a slow rat-a-tat of a machine gun.</div>
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I checked the floorplan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting.</div>
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The kitchen was as you'd imagine... an industrial food prep area with all the appliances and space, no expenses spared. Every glass surface was broken, every door knocked off its hinges, every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like very old piss.</div>
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The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging.</div>
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Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more.</div>
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The bathrooms were in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the Treasure Island resort, someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other implements. There was about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor, so I didn't stay there very long.</div>
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What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies' room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should've shut the water off long, LONG ago.</div>
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There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out.</div>
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Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like...</div>
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1: "I didn't believe it."</div>
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2: (short, unknown reply)</div>
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1: "I didn't know that. I didn't know that."</div>
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2: "Your father told you."</div>
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1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.)</div>
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I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might've been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would've knifed me.</div>
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At the front doors of the Palace again, I figured I hadn't found anything of note and had wasted the trip up.</div>
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As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph.</div>
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There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph.</div>
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I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face.</div>
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Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees.</div>
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All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot.</div>
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<br />Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floorplan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this.</div>
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<br />I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must've been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to Earth and snapped it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had been, back toward the Palace.</div>
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Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn't taking any chances and backed my way into the building.</div>
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It took a few deep breaths and slaps to my own face to get myself right in the head again after that.</div>
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I looked for a place to sit down, as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there WAS no place to sit down unless I wanted to recline in the broken glass and dead leaf carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionably reliability.</div>
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I had seen some stairs near the Palace's lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better.</div>
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The staircase was far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean, save for a startling accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall, once again painted with the "ABANDONED BY DISNEY" motto I'd become accustomed to. I placed the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least somewhat clean.</div>
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The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door... a REAL sign... read "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!".</div>
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This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day... Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody.</div>
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This was the one place I could actually "explore" and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I had come to the Palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because - hey - "abandoned".</div>
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It didn't take much to bust the lock. Well, actually that's wrong. It didn't take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to. Time and decay had done most of the work for me, and I was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall - something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn't been able to do at the time.</div>
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The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I'd seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definately taking their toll.</div>
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Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks... even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters.</div>
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It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation.</div>
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As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering.</div>
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Everything was just sort of "squishy". Anything wood disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to moist threads if I tried to unhook them.</div>
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One thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of the place.</div>
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Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it.</div>
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The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definately wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge.</div>
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That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly.</div>
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Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall buy the door, but there was nothing.</div>
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As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed.</div>
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It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded... but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied.</div>
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The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses.</div>
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There was an entire rack of loincloths and "native" clothes on hangers toward the back.</div>
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What I found odd, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes, it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding, creating bare patches.</div>
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What was even odder, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white and white where he should be black. His normally red overalls were light blue.</div>
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The sight was off-putting enough that I actually put off photographing the thing until last.</div>
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I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls. Upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen, putrid cartoon faces, some with plastic eyes missing.</div>
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Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bedraggled character heads on the slick, grimy floor.</div>
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I reached for the headpiece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn't fall apart in my hands.</div>
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As I looked into the face of the wide-eyed, moldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright.</div>
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I looked down at my feet, and there between my shoes was a human skull. It had fallen out of the mascot head and shattered into pieces at me feet; only the empty face and lower jaw remained, staring up at me.</div>
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I dropped the Duck head immediately, as you'd expect, and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway, I looked back to the skull on the floor.</div>
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I had to take a picture of it, you know? I HAD to, for any number of reasons that may seem silly, but only if you don't think it through.</div>
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I'd need proof of what happened, especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind, right from the start, that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was RESPONSIBLE for this.</div>
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First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume... or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled "No..." over and over and over...</div>
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With shaking hands, a violently thrashing heart, and legs that had once again turned to jelly, I managed to lift the camera and aim it at the opposite creature now quietly sizing me up.</div>
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The digital camera's screen displayed only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread, marring the screen wherever Mickey's outline moved to.</div>
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Then the camera died. Went blank and quiet and... broken.</div>
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I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse costume.</div>
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"Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, "Wanna see my head come off?"</div>
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It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws...</div>
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As it worked its digits into its neck... so much blood...</div>
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So much thick, chunky, yellow blood...</div>
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I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh... only cared about getting away. Above the doorway out of this room, I saw the final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails...</div>
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I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place.</div>
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They didn't want anyone like me getting in.</div>
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They didn't want anything like that getting out.</div>
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Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-68956059667891981092013-06-10T13:58:00.000+08:002013-06-10T13:58:51.875+08:00WRITING ON THE WALLS<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35 AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"> can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.<br /><br />Here's the thing, the second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying or think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping my neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if i stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.<br /><br />You're probably wondering what's going on, I get ahead of myself sometimes.<br /><br />About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house, I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom, instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.<br /><br />But I heard the bathroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tel you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing, it walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.<br /><br />It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the wall, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram on it. This thing had made what it probably would call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.<br /><br />It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.<br /><br />The scariest thing now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.<br /><br />I peek at the creature's masterpiece.<br /><br />"I know you're awake."</span><br />
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An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn’t sure of which direction to go, and he’d forgotten both where he was traveling to…and who he was.
He’d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him.
She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: “Now your third wish. What will it be?”
“Third wish?” The man was baffled. “How can it be a third wish if I haven’t had a first and second wish?”
“You’ve had two wishes already,” the hag said, “but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.” She cackled at the poor man. “So it is that you have one wish left.”
“All right,” he said hesitantly, “I don’t believe this, but there’s no harm in trying. I wish to know who I am.”
“Funny,” said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. “That was your first wish…”
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*This creepypasta can be found at latenightdarkroom at Tumblr.
*The three wishes joke is a form of joke in which the protagonist is given three wishes by a supernatural being, and fails to make the best use of them. Common scenarios include releasing a genie from confinement - perhaps finding an old oil lamp and rubbing it; catching and agreeing to release a mermaid or magical fish; or crossing paths with the devil.
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On his way home that night, as he walked through town, a man stepped out of an alley in front of him. He tensed to defend himself, but the man just stood there. Looking him over, he realized the man looked like a hippie. Something of a comedy caricature of a "Hippie", really. Long unwashed hair and beard, sandals... and a sandwich board reading "THE END IS NIGH". That, he thought, was unusual, even for a hippie.
"You want something?" he asked.
"The world's ending," said the hippie. "I need your help."
He stepped around the hippie and kept walking. High as a kite, he thought to himself. The hippie started walking after him, and fell into step beside him.
"Please, I need your help," said the hippie.
"Look, man, I'm really not interested," he said, and kept walking.
The hippie leaned against a wall, watching him walk away. He wasn't all that disappointed; lots of people gave this kind of response. Another skeptic, he thought to himself, fingering the ragged holes through the middle of his hands.
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*This creepypasta can be found at latenightdarkroom at Tumblr.
*NIGH is a common synonym of NEAR.
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The other half, the serious half, is exceedingly important. This is why.</em></p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></em>Many therapists aren’t crazy about doing marital therapy. It’s complicated and messy, and it often feels out of control. In the worst case scenario, the therapist has front row seats to a regularly-scheduled prize fight. But I love to do marital therapy. Why? Maybe I enjoy the work because I keep one simple principle in mind: if marriage is going to work, it needs to become a contest to see which spouse is going to <em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">lose the most</em>, and it needs to be a race that goes down to the wire.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">When it comes to winning and losing, I think there are three kinds of marriages. In the first kind of marriage, both spouses are competing to win, and it’s a duel to the death. Husbands and wives are armed with a vast arsenal, ranging from fists, to words, to silence. These are the marriages that destroy. Spouses destroy each other, and, in the process, they destroy the peace of their children. In fact, the destruction is so complete that research tells us it is better for children to have divorced parents than warring parents. These marriages account for most of the fifty percent of marriages that fail, and then some. The second kind of marriage is ripe with winning <em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">and </em>losing, but the roles are set, and the loser is always the same spouse. These are the truly abusive marriages, the ones in which one spouse dominates, the other submits, and in the process, both husband and wife are stripped of their dignity. These are the marriages of addicts and enablers, tyrants and slaves, and they may be the saddest marriages of all.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">But there is a third kind of marriage. </em>The third kind of marriage is not perfect, not even close. But a decision has been made, and two people have decided to love each other to the limit, and to sacrifice the most important thing of all—themselves. In these marriages, losing becomes a way of life, a competition to see who can listen to, care for, serve, forgive, and accept the other the most. The marriage becomes a competition to see who can change in ways that are most healing to the other, to see who can give of themselves in ways that most increase the dignity and strength of the other. These marriages form people who can be small and humble and merciful and loving and peaceful.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And they are <em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">revolutionary</em>, in the purest sense of the word.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Because we live in a culture in which losing is the enemy (except in Chicago, where Cubs fans have made it a way of life). We wake up to news stories about domestic disputes gone wrong. Really wrong. We go to workplaces where everyone is battling for the boss’s favor and the next promotion, or we stay at home where the battle for the Legos is just as fierce. Nightly, we watch the talking heads on the cable news networks, trying to win the battle of ideas, although sometimes they seem quite willing to settle for winning the battle of decibels. We fight to have the best stuff, in the best name brands, and when we finally look at each other at the end of the day, we fight, because we are trained to do nothing else. And, usually, we have been trained well. In the worst of cases, we grew up fighting for our very survival, both physically and emotionally. But even in the best of situations, we found ourselves trying to win the competition for our parents’ attention and approval, for our peers’ acceptance, and for the validating stamp of a world with one message: win. And, so, cultivating a marriage in which losing is the mutual norm becomes a radically counter-cultural act. <em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">To sit in the marital therapy room is to foment a rebellion.</em></p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">What do the rebellious marriages look like? Lately, when my blood is bubbling, when I just know I’ve been misunderstood and neglected, and I’m ready to do just about anything to convince and win what I deserve, I try to remember a phone call we recently received from my son’s second grade teacher. She called us one day after school to tell us there had been an incident in gym class. After a fierce athletic competition, in which the prize was the privilege to leave the gym first, my son’s team had lost. The losers were standing by, grumbling and complaining about second-grade-versions of injustice, as the victors filed past. And that’s when my son started to clap. He clapped for the winners as they passed, with a big dopey grin on his face and a smile stretched from one ear of his heart to the other. His startled gym teacher quickly exhorted the rest of his team to follow suit. So, a bunch of second grade losers staged a rebellion, giving a rousing ovation for their victorious peers, and in doing so, embraced the fullness of what it can mean to be a loser. When I’m seething, I try to remember the heart of a boy, a heart that can lose graciously and reach out in affection to the victors.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">In marriage, losing is letting go of the need to fix everything for your partner, listening to their darkest parts with a heart ache rather than a solution. It’s being even more present in the painful moments than in the good times. It’s finding ways to be humble and open, even when everything in you says that you’re right and they are wrong. It’s doing what is right and good for your spouse, even when big things need to be sacrificed, like a job, or a relationship, or an ego. It is forgiveness, quickly and voluntarily. It is eliminating anything from your life, even the things you love, if they are keeping you from attending, caring, and serving. It is seeking peace by accepting the healthy but crazy-making things about your partner because, you remember, those were the things you fell in love with in the first place. It is knowing that your spouse will never fully understand you, will never truly love you unconditionally—because they are a broken creature, too—and loving them to the end anyway.<em style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> </em></p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Maybe marriage, when it’s lived by two losers in a household culture of mutual surrender, is just the training we need to walk through this world—a world that wants to chew you up and spit you out—without the constant fear of getting the short end of the stick. Maybe we need to be formed in such a way that winning loses its glamour, that we can sacrifice the competition in favor of people. Maybe what we need, really, is to become a bunch of losers in a world that is being a torn apart by the competition to win. If we did that, maybe we’d be able to sleep a little easier at night, look our loved ones in the eyes, forgive and forget, and clap for the people around us.</p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I think that in a marriage of losers, a synergy happens and all of life can explode into a kind of rebellion that is brighter than the sun. The really good rebellions, the ones that last and make the world a better place, they are like that, aren’t they? They heal, they restore. They are big, and they shine like the sun. And, like the sun, their gravitational pull is almost irresistible.</p></span>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-57010557973768327692012-02-19T00:23:00.001+08:002012-02-19T00:25:06.778+08:0012 Relationship Truths We Often Forget<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffffff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;"><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "><img src="http://www.marcandangel.com/images/12-relationship-truths.jpg" alt="12 Relationship Truths We Often Forget" height="330" width="500" align="bottom" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></p><div><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;"><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; ">It’s easy to make your relationships more complicated than they are. Here are twelve simple reminders to help you keep them on course.</p><ol style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 40px; "><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">All successful relationships require some work.</strong> – They don’t just happen, or maintain themselves. They exist and thrive when the parties involved take the risk of sharing what it is that’s going on in their minds and hearts. Open communication and honesty is the key. <em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">(Read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743243153/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=marandang-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0743243153" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; ">The Road Less Traveled</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0743243153" border="0" height="1" width="1" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; border-top-width: medium !important; border-right-width: medium !important; border-bottom-width: medium !important; border-left-width: medium !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; " />.)</em></li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Most of the time you get what you put in.</strong> – If you want love, give love. If you want friends, be friendly. If you’d like to feel understood, try being more understanding. It’s a simple practice that works.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot in someone’s life.</strong> – Never force someone to make a space in their life for you, because if they know your worth, they will create one for you.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">There is a purpose for everyone you meet.</strong> – Some people will test you, some will use you, and some will teach you; but most importantly some will bring out the best in you. Learn to see and accept the differences between these people, and carry on accordingly.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">We all change, and that’s okay.</strong> – Our needs change with time. When someone says, “You’ve changed,” it’s not always a bad thing. Sometimes it<span id="more-412" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></span> just means you stopped living your life their way. Don’t apologize for it. Instead, be open and sincere, explain how you feel, and <a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/18/30-things-to-start-doing-for-yourself/" title="30 Things to Start Doing for Yourself " style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; ">keep doing</a> what you know in your heart is right.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You are in full control of your own happiness.</strong> – If your relationship with yourself isn’t working, don’t expect your other relationships to be any different. Nobody else in this world can make you happy. It’s something you have to do on your own. And you have to create your own happiness first before you can share it with someone else. If you feel that it’s your partner’s fault, think again, and look within yourself to find out what piece is missing. Your partner can never ‘complete’ you because you are already whole. The longing for completion that you feel inside comes from being out of touch with who you are. <em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">(Read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400077427/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=marandang-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1400077427" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; ">Stumbling on Happiness</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1400077427" border="0" height="1" width="1" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; border-top-width: medium !important; border-right-width: medium !important; border-bottom-width: medium !important; border-left-width: medium !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; " />.)</em></li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Forgiving others helps YOU.</strong> – Forgiveness is not saying, “What you did to me is okay.” It is saying, “I’m not going to let what you did to me ruin my happiness forever.” Forgiveness is the answer. It doesn’t mean you’re erasing the past, or forgetting what happened. It means you’re letting go of the resentment and pain, and instead choosing to learn from the incident and move on with your life.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You can’t change people; they can only change themselves.</strong>– Instead of trying to change others, give them your support and lead by example. If there’s a specific behavior someone you love has that you’re hoping disappears over time, it probably won’t. If you really need them to change something, be honest and put all the cards on the table so this person knows what you need them to do.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Heated arguments are a waste of time.</strong> – The less time you spend arguing with the people who hurt you, the more time you’ll have to love the people who love you. And if you happen to find yourself arguing with someone you love, don’t let your anger get the best of you. Give yourself some time to calm down and then gently discuss the situation. <em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">(Read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743269519/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=marandang-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0743269519" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; ">The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=marandang-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0743269519" border="0" height="1" width="1" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; border-top-width: medium !important; border-right-width: medium !important; border-bottom-width: medium !important; border-left-width: medium !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; " />.)</em></li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You are better off without some people.</strong> – When you have to start compromising yourself and your morals for the people around you, it’s probably time to change the people around you. If someone continuously mistreats you or pushes you in the wrong direction, have enough respect for yourself to walk away from them. It may hurt for a little while, but it’ll be ok. You’ll be ok, and far better off in the long run.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Small gestures of kindness go a long way.</strong> – Honor your important relationships in some way every chance you get. Every day you have the opportunity to make your relationship sweeter and deeper by making <a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/05/08/88-ways-to-make-a-stranger-smile/" title="88 Ways To Make A Stranger Smile" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; ">small gestures</a> to show your appreciation and affection. Remember, making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world. Your kindness and gratitude matters.</li><li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Even the best relationships don’t last forever.</strong> – People don’t live forever. Appreciate what you have, who loves you and who cares for you. You’ll never know how much they mean to you until the day they are no longer beside you. And remember, just because something doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while.</li></ol></span></span>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-77129004563456632712012-02-16T23:46:00.001+08:002012-02-16T23:46:39.408+08:00Leading vs manipulating<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">After reading this post about needy men who could not make decision (lead),</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "><a href="http://www.relationship-advice-for-all.com/needy-men.html#lol" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 106, 128); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(207, 226, 229); ">http://www.relationship-advice-for-all.com/needy-men.html#lol</a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">I decided to find out the difference between leading and manipulating.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">Both leading and manipulating may appear to be wanting other people to do something.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "><a href="http://leadershipfreak.wordpress.com/2011/02/16/leaders-are-manipulators/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 106, 128); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(207, 226, 229); ">http://leadershipfreak.wordpress.com/2011/02/16/leaders-are-manipulators/</a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">For me I think the thin line lies in whether the other person wants to follow (with his or her own heart).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">A leader discover and plot out a path A or B, he then let his team choose (he doesn’t influence their decisions).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">A follower doesn’t even know what are the options.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">A manipulator wants to walk B and will make A looks bad.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">I think a leader also has his/her team’s well being in mind.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">Respect is really not an easy thing to learn/practise. (Take effort to practise).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; ">Over respect or admiration becomes needy, seeking affirmation.</p></span>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-10634128567146202932012-01-15T00:12:00.001+08:002012-01-15T00:12:22.413+08:00evolution<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; ">When we stop and think about what the evolution worldview is doing, it is really simple.<br />They are arranging fossils in an order that makes them look like a sequence.<br />That is no different than if I line up a series of rings from small to large to say that one evolved from the other.<br />I can come up with all kinds of reasons to support my theory too! I can reason that based on shape, color, size, even chemical makeup, all of which would make sense if I already believe that one evolved from the other.<br />I would be looking for proof to support my theory instead of looking at facts and drawing conclusions.<br />In an evolutionist’s mind, evolution is already true—not because the evidence supports it, but because it is what they want to believe.</span>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-23879189993673477642012-01-07T10:40:00.001+08:002012-01-07T10:40:18.988+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">Secret of Howard Schultz success, his four principles: "Don't be threatened by people smarter than you. Compromise anything but your core values. Seek to renew yourself even when you are hitting home runs. And everything matters."</span>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-15835344705929369402011-12-29T09:21:00.004+08:002011-12-29T09:22:31.766+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">三個解決所有問題的方法:接受它、改變它、放下它。不能</span><div class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" tabindex="0" id="fbPhotoPageCaption"><wbr><span style="font-size:130%;">接受,就改變;不能改變,那就放下吧。</span><br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}" style="font-size:180%;">Translation: three solutions for every problem; accept it, change it, leave it. If you can't accept it, try changing it, if you can't change it, leave it. </span></h6><br /></div>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-89365647570636720302011-12-17T03:58:00.002+08:002011-12-17T03:58:47.634+08:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><span>他和她已经分手两年了,两年来他每天下班习惯性地打开她的博客,</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>看看她一天的心情。她有时候高兴,有时候悲伤,有时候失落,他只</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>是静静地注视着,不做一点评论,甚至删掉了自己的浏览记录。直到</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>有一天她博客上挂满了她的婚纱照,下面有一行小字:“我嫁人了,</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>不等你了,不更新了。”</span></span></h6>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-31555476465105772042011-12-10T10:06:00.000+08:002011-12-10T10:07:16.418+08:00Of sleep and dreams<p>Sleep is that which cuts into your active life. And dreams are that which cut into your passive sleep. Both are said to be necessary, but most people would rather do without them. Most, I said, but not all.<br />Some people love to sleep, just as some people love to dream. Strangely enough, some people love doing both. Well, what can we say? If they love it, they love it. Their waking life might not be that interesting, so they'd rather sleep. Or it may just be that they are plain sleepy.And then dreaming may be preferable to waking life for many, just so long as the dreams don't turn into nightmares of course. Can you imagine going off to sleep expecting to have sweet dreams, and getting stuck in a nightmare? I suppose it's a risk you have to take if you want to dream. </p><p><br />It's almost like waking life, come to think of it. You set out to live your life expecting it to be a dream, and it turns out to be a nightmare. So it seems waking life and sleep are both risky propositions. Both can be a dream, and both can turn into nightmares.Here's the deal, then. If your waking life is a mess, that is, a nightmare, you can go off to sleep, and hope to have dreams that will relieve your waking nightmare. On the other hand, if you're having nightmares in your sleep, you can wake up, and end the torture.</p> <p><br />But, no. It's not as easy as it sounds. If your life is a nightmare, even sleep escapes you. You'll lie awake in bed, dwelling on your nightmare life. And if you're having a nightmare in your sleep, you can't snatch yourself out of it, unless you're woken up by some disturbance.</p> <p><br />There just seems to be no escape, or easy way out. Or perhaps there is. There are people who sleep without dreaming, and dream while awake. I really can't say how they accomplish this. All I know is it can be done. I've seen it being done. At least the dreaming while awake, that is. It's not possible to see the sleeping without dreaming. We just have to take their word for it.<br />The dreaming while awake can be observed, and it's quite fun to observe. The eyes remain open, so you might be deceived. But there are other signs. For example, you may say something to a dreaming person, and the person will look blankly at you. Or the person may say something entirely irrelevant to what you said. There are many other signs, but we need to get on with our topic.</p> <p><br />Sleep and dreams, then, are both necessary, but they don't come when you want them to, and steal upon you when you don't want them. Dreams, especially, reveal things about you you'd rather not know, and don't reveal stuff you'd love to see.<br />The whole phenomenon of sleep, dreams, and waking life can be summed up in this way. People sleep when they'd rather be awake; stay awake when they'd rather be sleeping. They dream when they'd rather be sleeping; sleep when they'd rather be dreaming. They sleep and dream when they'd rather be awake and dreaming; stay awake and dream when they'd rather be sleeping and dreaming. They sleep without dreaming when they'd....(you get the point.)</p>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-41666019207539989792011-11-30T23:15:00.000+08:002011-11-30T23:16:37.239+08:00别让生活有 太多遗憾..你改变不了环境,但可以改变自已.. 因为年轻,所以会经历一些事情,比如爱情,比如友情, 没有人能够永远快乐幸福 的过每一天。 没有人能够坦然的面对自己的坚强和软弱。Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-9297851893125448292011-11-19T14:22:00.001+08:002011-11-19T14:22:30.559+08:00我一直鬧著玩的樣子 你應該不知道我真的愛你 愛到不可自拔的地方,只是在我們一起的時候總覺得說了就會被你取笑,所以一直都没有說,聽著你叫我寶貝也會覺得你是鬧著玩,一點都不是出自真心,但我好後悔,現在你離我而去,我再多說這些想念、愛你的話也没有用,現在的我就只可以在一個充滿你的氣味的房間哭泣,真的第一次覺得就連呼吸這個生理需求都會很痛。在這幾年,大家相處這麼久,在不同地方擁有這麼多回憶,在我心中現在都是一種痛,跟你一起去過的地方我一秒都待不下去,眼淚不自覺的就會流了下來。我真的很想你回到我身邊來,縱使我知道事實改變不了,但一下子感情說没了就没了,我不是機器人,我真的感到很痛。Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-69755595707954670112011-11-19T14:18:00.002+08:002011-11-19T14:18:57.307+08:00放开你的手 不管等多久<br />失败是成功之母 <br />我们不怕苦 找得到路<br /><br />(H)你教我的歌 你唱歌的声<br />将那人潮都暗哑 <br />甜美而优雅 好牵挂<br /><br />原来思念也有生命 有呼吸 有你<br />扎根在我的心 像部分身体<br />再多的风雨 再多不允许<br />都不能阻挡我们在一起<br /><br />原来思念有意义 有爱与 勇气<br />我不在身边就让思念代替<br />代替我去爱你 去呵护你<br /><br />放开你的手 送你到最后<br />你的泪在我胸口<br />不管等多久 无所求Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-38283778041477596082011-11-18T21:25:00.001+08:002011-11-18T21:25:22.504+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayqhSYzEEiyJYJf8e8GueWrkIXXa_61Tn0ZpSkeXhItd2glJTl0udRFjgWn1Rcet-8OPu1zTOT9xw8tGL_X4rTlx_0d_hwAjXbdK0Q0xXbbpBd4es68gFMOL3RZUj8lu2A4Pj/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayqhSYzEEiyJYJf8e8GueWrkIXXa_61Tn0ZpSkeXhItd2glJTl0udRFjgWn1Rcet-8OPu1zTOT9xw8tGL_X4rTlx_0d_hwAjXbdK0Q0xXbbpBd4es68gFMOL3RZUj8lu2A4Pj/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676326341254958562" /></a>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-28887576363179796472011-11-15T20:27:00.001+08:002011-11-15T20:27:40.605+08:00Of TimeTime is merely a mutually accepted invented measure. The idea for clocks could have come from the idea that the universe, or at least our sun and moon and the planets that were visible when clocks were invented, go around like wheels within wheels.<br /><br />A clock is a convenient re-occurring mechanical event mechanism divided up into chunks of what is most widely accepted as seconds minutes and hours.<br /><br />People that have no urgent business or places to be have no problem sleeping when it is dark and living actively when it is light, no need for clocks really as they know the fish they want to catch, rather than the plane or train, bite before first light and last light, what more would you need? If you want to catch something as large as a plane you need a bloody big hook and smaller divisions of day or night to be wherever when the one you want to catch appears unless you are prepared to sit around all day and night and wait for it, which a lot of people seem to do......<br /><br />Through some quirk of mathematics there is no such thing as a straight line, apparently if it is let loose in the universe it will eventually end up where it started, a big circle!<br /><br />It has been said by Archemedes, that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points, if this is true then that straight line we let loose in the universe is not a circle but merely an infinitesimally small dot, to a point where perhaps it doesn't even exist, as the beginning and the end would be in the same place making the shortest distance between them right where it began, which kind of suggests that time is either non existant or not a requirement for a complete existance, moments being non divisive, then to make the concept even more fascinating, where is the beginning? is it where we first visually observe or is it some place else like in its conceptual beginning?whilst measured time conceives physical change time is not necessary for us to exist, ergo, one exists regardless of time.Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-63050159399660682392011-11-07T22:24:00.000+08:002011-11-07T22:25:32.813+08:00SilenceNoise is a form of communication. It is pollution for the senses. An overwhelming noise wins attention. “Get out of my way! I am here....” is the message. The outer world has its own ways.<br /><br />Even though tolerance can allow us to endure noise, disengagement from it; will allow us not to be there while being there. The journey of knowing, starts in experiencing noise; then that experience ascends to a sound which when arranged harmoniously, will become music to the ears. The journey ends up in the most beautiful, fulfilling and complete sound of all: silence.<br /><br />Nature has sounds: we hear the voice of the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees , along with the cheerful chanting of birds , in a magnificent duet, which brings sensory beauty to the exquisite pleasure of seeing Nature's elegant display of colors and shapes. In that setting, man is in harmony with the self only when allowing himself to be touched by the caressing hands of mother Nature. In that fulfilling state, sounds become music. An unforgettable tune with no lyrics other than an appreciative heart.<br /><br />The heart displays its own tune through a heartbeat, and those sounds become a tender lullaby which have the ability to awaken the beauty of the soul. The spirit becomes alive and awaken through the experience of beauty in Nature, that is when the mind opens up by letting itself go along with the gentle notes of that natural song coming from the heart.<br /><br />That is a precious experience.<br /><br />The mind becomes empty of thoughts, ideas, beliefs and memories. The mind is finally free from the bondage of words. The mind becomes free from the roller coaster of emotions. In that state resides the opportunity to feel something unlike yesterday; that is the chance to feel “alive” now.<br /><br />That is silence of the mind.<br /><br />However, the mind desperately clings to ideas and beliefs like branches of a tree relying on the strength of a column to raise up. Those beliefs, ideas and “truths” become the only source of security. The tree becomes dependent on that column to survive, just like the mind without the experience of silence becomes dependent on the noises to feel alive. The mind creates a wall of expectations: Every known thing has a label and through words, the mind decorates those labels, those names with pretty flowers. Those labels become the object of survival. They become the thing rather than just a description of the real thing.<br /><br />An empty mind of preconceptions, ideas, words, labels, judgments and opinions is necessary to experience that fulfilling, restful silence . In that state of emptiness, the rays of happiness of the sun of knowledge, the supreme being; will be cheerfully received by the eager sunflowers. The mind is an eager sunflower which needs that light of spirituality to survive. A mind that is fulfilled with that beauty requires to be empty first. Emptiness brings silence; and love to God brings sweet silence.<br /><br />The journey of freedom starts by knowing noise, for only when we know noise, we can cherish silence.Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-42656587465693932762011-11-06T22:27:00.000+08:002011-11-06T22:28:15.398+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOQF4MOBPwQb3fIAGwtsVfO0JAejyYe1eVopD7QygCO2ftv5jzO9j8R-1kPyou6l3e9RSX37YidUhwp6O265yYxVZMZ3mhOo8HljIr5Awsk_Bx_tiHKI0eQAPJczdjnbBaHMW/s1600/387029_180810775337360_151206238297814_389632_891002856_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOQF4MOBPwQb3fIAGwtsVfO0JAejyYe1eVopD7QygCO2ftv5jzO9j8R-1kPyou6l3e9RSX37YidUhwp6O265yYxVZMZ3mhOo8HljIr5Awsk_Bx_tiHKI0eQAPJczdjnbBaHMW/s400/387029_180810775337360_151206238297814_389632_891002856_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671889532619978514" /></a>Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-66928631386657536812011-11-03T23:03:00.001+08:002011-11-03T23:05:41.626+08:00别问别问我的伤 别问我的痛<br />别问我的心中是否在流血<br />别问我是否心已碎<br />别问酒逢故人醉不醉<br />别问我的苦 别问我的悲<br />别问我的流浪是否很疲惫<br />别问我是否还有泪<br />别问魂萦旧梦对不对<br />也别问我会不会<br /><br /><br />你走就走,干干脆脆,管我怎么样.Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38398112.post-90041283458049254822011-10-30T20:01:00.001+08:002011-10-30T20:01:16.070+08:00一件事,就算再美好,一旦没有结果,就不要再纠缠,久了你会倦,会累;一个人,就算再留念,如果你抓不住,就要适时放手,久了你会神伤,会心碎。有时侯,放弃也是一种坚持。你错失了夏花绚烂,必将会走进秋叶静羌。任何事,任何人,都会成为过去,不要跟它过不去,无论多难,我们都要学会抽身而退。<br /><br />总有一个人,一直住在心里,却告别在生活里。忘不掉的是回忆,继续的是生活,来来往往身边出现了很多人,总有一个位置,一直没有变。看看温暖的阳光,偶尔还是会想一想。Foxfoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681506466965061233noreply@blogger.com0