tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46378930480560811872011-04-22T02:42:43.263+02:00“He liked to observe emotions; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another's personality, marking vulnerable points.” -- Ayn RandStigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-35370444599579960962007-09-29T13:51:00.000+02:002007-09-29T13:56:12.663+02:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMAxoNH4Hv0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMAxoNH4Hv0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />The build up lasted for days<br />lasted for weeks, lasted too long<br /><br />our hero withdrew, when there was two<br />he could not choose one, so there was none<br /><br />worn into the vaguely announced<br /><br />the spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley<br />fading, oh so quiet but constant 'til it passed<br />over the ridge into the distances<br />written on your ticket to remind you where to stop<br />and <span style="font-style:italic;">when to get off</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-3537044459957996096?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-79396467594751333072007-09-24T15:52:00.000+02:002007-09-24T15:56:14.258+02:00"I woke up in a bad mood. I feel good about this song."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-7939646759475133307?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-59779866434163302992007-09-13T12:13:00.000+02:002007-09-13T12:17:14.330+02:00Driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings<span><span>*</span></span><br /><br /><span><span>* cf. <i>Love is no big truth</i> by <i>Kings of Convenience</i> from the album <i>Riot on a empty street</i></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-5977986643416330299?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-21806088632473917692007-09-10T12:05:00.000+02:002008-12-11T19:51:23.044+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/RuUYKYYbI7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/s3zrTkPwqmw/s1600-h/n573450500_697457_3878.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/RuUYKYYbI7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/s3zrTkPwqmw/s400/n573450500_697457_3878.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108515918944347058" /><br /></a><span><strong><br /></strong></span><i><span><strong><br />Falling of an Angel</strong></span><br /></i>Title unknown, Author unknown<br />Astonishing photography work found at Real Jadin Botanico next to Prado museum, Madrid.<br /><br /><span>Thanks to Jix for the picture.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-2180608863247391769?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-85821280057997444482007-09-06T22:08:00.000+02:002008-12-11T19:51:23.283+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/RuBg-oYbI6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/eUIZjbbzepw/s1600-h/warm+1337948598_843304b8eb_b.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/RuBg-oYbI6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/eUIZjbbzepw/s400/warm+1337948598_843304b8eb_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107188606546158498" /><br /><br /></a><br />warm<br /><br /> • <strong>adjective 1</strong> of or at a fairly or comfortably high temperature. <strong>2</strong> (of clothes or coverings) made of a material that helps the body to retain heat. <strong>3</strong> enthusiastic, affectionate, or kind. <strong>4</strong> (of a colour) containing red, yellow, or orange tones. <strong>5 </strong>(of a scent or trail) fresh; strong. <strong>6</strong> close to finding or guessing what is sought.<br /><br /> • <strong>verb 1</strong> make or become warm. <strong>2</strong> (warm to/towards) become more interested in or enthusiastic about.<br /><br /> • <strong>noun 1</strong> (the warm) a warm place or area. <strong>2</strong> an act of warming.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">— PHRASES warm up <strong>1</strong> prepare for physical exertion by doing gentle stretches and exercises. <strong>2</strong> (of an engine or electrical appliance) reach a temperature high enough to allow it to operate efficiently.<strong> 3</strong> amuse or entertain (an audience or crowd) to make them more receptive to the main act.<br /><br /> — DERIVATIVES <strong>warmer</strong> noun <strong>warmly</strong> adverb <strong>warmness</strong> noun.<br /><br /> — ORIGIN Old English.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/axecore/1337948598/</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-8582128005799744448?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-21230715094744269132007-09-05T17:05:00.000+02:002008-12-11T19:51:23.300+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rt7GdoYbI5I/AAAAAAAAAts/hEhyDTvB7tA/s1600-h/aching+He_Hits_Me_Because_He_Loves_Me_by_angeljackline.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rt7GdoYbI5I/AAAAAAAAAts/hEhyDTvB7tA/s400/aching+He_Hits_Me_Because_He_Loves_Me_by_angeljackline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106737239843087250" /></a><br />Adjective: aching<br />1. Causing a dull and steady pain<br /><br />Noun: aching<br />1. A dull persistent (usually moderately intense) pain<br /><br />Verb: ache<br />1. Feel physical pain<br />2. Have a desire for something or someone who is not present<br />3. Be the source of pain<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">Source: http://angeljackline.deviantart.com/art/He-Hits-Me-Because-He-Loves-Me-30549643</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-2123071509474426913?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-67978149054645183992007-09-05T06:41:00.000+02:002007-09-05T06:44:49.681+02:00<object width="550" height="400"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs10/f/2006/082/f/6/sick.swf"><br /><embed src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs10/f/2006/082/f/6/sick.swf" width="550" height="400"><br /></embed><br /></object><br /><br />Maybe that's why I find this funny...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">Source: http://soulboi.deviantart.com/art/penguin-fever-30765591</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-6797814905464518399?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-75838444686693939262007-09-04T20:56:00.000+02:002008-12-11T19:51:23.967+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rtw0iIYbIyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yGxfSBm2BLU/s1600-h/488207644_9c1dae470f_o.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rtw0iIYbIyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yGxfSBm2BLU/s400/488207644_9c1dae470f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106013838501421858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just play for now...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/heathersfotos/488207644/</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-7583844468669393926?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-80097271275351981452007-09-04T20:54:00.000+02:002008-12-11T19:51:24.250+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rtz_jIYbIzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Y2aeF9gL3z4/s1600-h/535284737_3413d8d01f_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rtz_jIYbIzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Y2aeF9gL3z4/s400/535284737_3413d8d01f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106237056541729586" border="0"></a><br />Get closer, get a little closer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-8009727127535198145?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-14778925086647124772007-09-04T13:04:00.000+02:002007-09-04T13:15:55.064+02:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfwpgMdWkUE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfwpgMdWkUE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-1477892508664712477?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637893048056081187.post-91109042793272915212007-09-04T10:54:00.001+02:002008-12-11T19:51:24.411+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rt0dUIYbI2I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EiM_qCRIqTE/s1600-h/DSC00175-1.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbYSvpRprWo/Rt0dUIYbI2I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EiM_qCRIqTE/s400/DSC00175-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106269784192525154" border="0" /><br /></a><br />The sun is risen, perhaps me too.<br />The sun is shining, perhaps I will too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4637893048056081187-9110904279327291521?l=oneemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04079263573007159345noreply@blogger.com181