<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120</id><updated>2012-01-24T11:22:58.663-08:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Globalisation'/><category term='2 and a half thoughts'/><category term='Evolutionary'/><category term='Before I Self-Destruct'/><title type='text'>Thu Rein Universe</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone has own universe, let me show mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-7041776907624951828</id><published>2009-11-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:51:32.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>This poem really touched my soft spot and it will always be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From childhood's hour I have not been&lt;br /&gt;As others were; I have not seen&lt;br /&gt;As others saw; I could not bring&lt;br /&gt;My passions from a common spring.&lt;br /&gt;From the same source I have not taken&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow; I could not awaken&lt;br /&gt;My heart to joy at the same tone;&lt;br /&gt;And all I loved, I loved alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then- in my childhood, in the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Of a most stormy life- was drawn&lt;br /&gt;From every depth of good and ill&lt;br /&gt;The mystery which binds me still:&lt;br /&gt;From the torrent, or the fountain,&lt;br /&gt;From the red cliff of the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;From the sun that round me rolled&lt;br /&gt;In its autumn tint of gold,&lt;br /&gt;From the lightning in the sky&lt;br /&gt;As it passed me flying by,&lt;br /&gt;From the thunder and the storm,&lt;br /&gt;And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)&lt;br /&gt;Of a demon in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-7041776907624951828?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7041776907624951828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=7041776907624951828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7041776907624951828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7041776907624951828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-7415253016914153416</id><published>2009-11-13T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:45:48.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time i haven't updated my blog. Actually, i have a group called poem and short stories in facebook about, of course, quite obvious, Poems and Short Stories. But haven't publish in my blog yet, so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you realize that life is full of choices. there is no turning back and even if you wish you could travel both ways it is impossible. think and think not only twice but a couple of times when making decision. no matter what happen, whether we make or not the right decision, let us not be afraid to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-7415253016914153416?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7415253016914153416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=7415253016914153416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7415253016914153416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7415253016914153416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-1848476989730481166</id><published>2009-07-07T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:43:31.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Evening Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the light of late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;shine through chinks in the barn, moving&lt;br /&gt;up the bales as the sun moves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cricket take up chafing&lt;br /&gt;as a woman takes up her needles&lt;br /&gt;and her yarn. Let evening come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned&lt;br /&gt;in long grass. Let the stars appear&lt;br /&gt;and the moon disclose her silver horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fox go back to its sandy den.&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind die down. Let the shed&lt;br /&gt;go black inside. Let evening come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop&lt;br /&gt;in the oats, to air in the lung&lt;br /&gt;let evening come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it come, as it will, and don't&lt;br /&gt;be afraid. God does not leave us&lt;br /&gt;comfortless, so let evening come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Kenyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-1848476989730481166?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1848476989730481166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=1848476989730481166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/1848476989730481166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/1848476989730481166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-evening-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-4390599875981367723</id><published>2009-07-07T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:43:10.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I carry your heart with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-4390599875981367723?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4390599875981367723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=4390599875981367723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4390599875981367723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4390599875981367723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-4093547533975209235</id><published>2009-06-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:44:12.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before I Self-Destruct'/><title type='text'>Before I Self-Destruct [3 days with Robert]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Change what you believe in ; change what you wish for ; don't say there is no option ; it is just that you don't choose while options are available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attending Robert Kiyoski 3 days seminar on last month and quite excited as i did manage to talk face to face with him. I even break in tears at the time he was coming on the stage at Day one. As i was following every books of his and his advisors since after my high school due to one of my best friend introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was not tiresome but filled with so many things to learn even though Robert says those are introductory mindset preparation lecture. Though i am quite familiar with all of his work, advice, guideline, i still found myself , damn.. i don't know yet. A lot of area was touched even in first day; Real Estate, Stock, Gold/Silver, Foreign Exchange, and strangely Robert teamed up with her sister, Buddhist Nun and his heart surgeon who both of them mainly discuss on Health Vs Wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminar room is very convincing, with very good sound system at Expo Hall providing translation service on the fly for 4 languages Chinese, Indonesia, Malaysia, Japanese. At the back end of seminar room there are several booths where you can buy Roberts and His Business team Products, Books, Cash Flow game, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People coming from different regions and countries UK, Hong Kong, Chian, Indonesia, US. We have got only a short break time 5 to 10 minutes once every 3 hour. And everytime Robert taught new idea and thinking, we have to discuss among peers and digest, debate, learn from each other. Becasue of that i have met with alot of new people on that 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-4093547533975209235?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4093547533975209235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=4093547533975209235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4093547533975209235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4093547533975209235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/06/before-i-self-destruct-3-days-with.html' title='Before I Self-Destruct [3 days with Robert]'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-6659817031883139988</id><published>2008-03-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:48:31.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Globalisation'/><title type='text'>Asian, inferior being to West</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hm.. i believe every Asian feel insulted by this title, me too,.. i m one of the Asians. This can be insult but, on second thought, are we really the inferior being to West. There can be 3 answers to the questions. YES, NO or MAY BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the answer YES first. I think one perspective will be hard enough to support this answer. "Colonization". Like Singapore, with a few million of population (3 million) it is a source of great wonder that a small state like Portugal, also with a few million, could carve out territories like Goa, Macao and Malacca from larger and more ancient civilisations. It was an amazing feat. But the amaze is just the beginning and continue with the follow of colonisers like Spanish, the Dutch, the French then the British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 3 centuries or more, Asian societies lay under and allowed themselves to be colonised by far smaller societies. This is just physical. What more impact or still impact is the mental colonization. Many Asians believe (most of my ancestors) that they are inferior being to West and still that metal institution is rooted very strong and we are struggling to break it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, hope is arise, 500 years after the arrival of first Portuguese colonisers in Asian, only one.. Asian society has reached the level of development that have in Europe and North America . The Japanese mind is the first to be awakened in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? why? only one can reach within 500 years. It is not 50 years, 500 years. Why only one can catch up? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-6659817031883139988?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6659817031883139988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=6659817031883139988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/6659817031883139988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/6659817031883139988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/03/asian-inferior-being-to-west.html' title='Asian, inferior being to West'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-8663789412073797338</id><published>2007-09-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:49:41.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>you'll be a Man, my son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;IF you can keep your head when all about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rudyard Kipling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-8663789412073797338?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8663789412073797338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=8663789412073797338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/8663789412073797338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/8663789412073797338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/09/youll-be-man-my-son.html' title='you&apos;ll be a Man, my son!'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-1867706060811687837</id><published>2007-04-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:54:14.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolutionary'/><title type='text'>Burmeselization 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2qDEhWyoHs/RijhkZf67TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/N8CAUHsLSKg/s1600-h/Model.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055538597159693618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2qDEhWyoHs/RijhkZf67TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/N8CAUHsLSKg/s400/Model.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Throughout the history, the role of men have changed greatly. Beginning from the hard-labor work like agricultural jobs which emphasis on male physical ability, and shifting to the roles like hard manual labor (Blue-collar worker) especially in the industrialized aged, and now ending with a move to jobs which are less physically demanding with a general reduction in the percentage of manual labor needed in the work force (White-collar worker). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Therefore, nowadays, the male goal in these circumstances is pursuing a quality education and securing a dependable, often office-environment, source of income. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that male dominant , as of the nature of social environment and globalization, women are also hired for their professions and in some societies now men are compete with women for jobs that traditionally excluded women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What I'm trying to say (for that long) is that our burmese male counterparts are still saying "No" for the recognition of equality of opportunity with women. Let's take this example first. If your girl have her own career and have opportunity to earn appropriate income and you two are going to get married. You want to take her to abroad but her work cannot be pursued in abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And here is your choice.First, ask her to quit, bring her to come, settle in abroad. Second, let her continue pursuing her career and will meet frequently after marriage (come back and fort, home and abroad) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes burmese values, traditional words (Yaung Naung Sa Tone Par). Needless to say, 95% of burmese women will come to abroad to stay with their hubby. Well, until now there is no case. What matter is that "unfortunately, that burmese girl is not in 95%, the very rare 5%, and she want to pursue her career in motherland. Would you give her a chance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the second thought if you say "Of Course". Firstly, you need to break rule (Yaung Naung Sa Tone Par), meaning, you have to fight with both parents (if they disagree), fight with burmese environment (society) which is the main barrier for most burmese women, as burmese people are very care about the enviroment. (even though they don't care about you). They are afraid of hearing "No" from society. (even though all are based on pessimistic). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I think this one is the most difficult, you need to break your "burmese male pride". When it comes to the form of partnership on marriage, our male concept is to stay on top although female can come up and take equal opportunity, burmese males are reluctant to give them permit, give them a chance to be rival with them.&lt;br /&gt;I have just highlighted a very typical example for the ease of consideration. Above is the table about male and female roles model A and B. Based on that you can consider more widely and wisely than my article, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a general case. Roles can be changed based on cultural environment and individuals concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref: Wikipedia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-1867706060811687837?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1867706060811687837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=1867706060811687837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/1867706060811687837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/1867706060811687837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/burmeselizatin-3.html' title='Burmeselization 3'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2qDEhWyoHs/RijhkZf67TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/N8CAUHsLSKg/s72-c/Model.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-4991137536043968179</id><published>2007-04-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:00:32.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolutionary'/><title type='text'>Burmeselization 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Next "Gender Issue". Singapore surveys show that its work force and GDP was doubled in recent years according to the fact that women can work as very well as men do. May be that is one of the driving factors of low percentage of marriage in Singapore, as from the view of population, let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back to the point, when it comes to the status of burmese women, the answer is unsatisfactory, while putting aside male counterpart. Excluding status of burmese ladies on abroad, even in mother land, they all are, mostly are in the state of immature. Truth be told, I prefer saying the fact that women are very much dwelling in the closed system more than men are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For example, I came across with the saying of one burmese women who is studying (whenever in abroad or in region) "I won't let myself in going for group discussion or even though i join, i am afraid to let me say or contribute to a discussion as other people will gain more or less of my ideas or knowledge resulting in higher grade than mine". This is just a very fundamental mind set in our female society; only few and far between accept the open system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However, in other ethnic groups, those kinds of thought in female are gradually lost, some entirely. In this era of globalization, sharing is everything and human beings strive from the bottom to the top by nothing but sharing, of course, through open-minded mind set. I am not discriminating our gender but what bear in my mind is that i want to see our female group taking step together with other women across globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is that, our ladies are so much dependent, i m not going to say about marriage concern here, but to say about leading role and confident. Who is the one establishing the idea of women must be the second whenever in which situation comparing with their husband? I want to kill that idea badly very badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The fact that women are not getting equal opportunities is not true but the fact that they are not seeking available opportunities is making me sad very badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-4991137536043968179?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4991137536043968179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=4991137536043968179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4991137536043968179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4991137536043968179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/burmeselization-2.html' title='Burmeselization 2'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-6838761381449425800</id><published>2007-04-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:58:08.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolutionary'/><title type='text'>Burmeselization 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A typical burmese one stucks in a shadow of so called culture or perception of burmesenism as a result of native environment, system, surrounding especially of predecessors while taking into consideration of Buddhism, at the same time by not blaming it. There are some issues which arise from the realm of one's burmese perception whether staying in abroad or not. Not before saying too deeply in details, let's start from the basic common ground issue "Family". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When every burmese comes to it, we are bound with very traditional ways. Obeying elders, heritage family rules such as following the career advice of one's parents, for example, although one's passion is in singing or painting, one is sure to be forced to do due to his or her parent career advice such as doctor or may be something they admire to or something they want their child to be. In addition, one's has to sacrifice the career of what he want to do as for the support of his elder one's path, in other words, after the elder one finish or make or reach some distance in his chosen career, the previous sacrificed one can benefit from it or can depend on it, I , even, don't know who started that, but my burmese unconscious says it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As far as i know, those kind of traditional ways of thinking style really slower the pace of mature as well as future trend of the next generation. In some cases, those sacrifices don't even have chances to explore their passion or knowledge in interested area throughout the entire life as sacrifice and creativity never comes together, ever. Besides, even in a small matter like drinking alcohol or smoking, off springs are strictly prohibited from them although their father do them in more or less. Those are just typical case studies of burmese family. Situations can vary based on different family cultural styles, though, core concept is undeniable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Does those affect the future of burmese young generation although it was enough destroyed by the system itself, however, what about people? If changes have to be made indeed, shall we wait or try to make the system change first or make the changes on people first? Like saying "Creativity never blooms in a Room", in this first pacing era, we can't be still in closed system as well as, of course, close perception, thoughts, ideas. I hope that future family culture of burma will shift in favor of our next generation blossom, as one's person root perception coming from it's root, "Family".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-6838761381449425800?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6838761381449425800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=6838761381449425800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/6838761381449425800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/6838761381449425800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/burmeselization-1.html' title='Burmeselization 1'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-2103539783443005752</id><published>2007-04-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:02:15.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>One Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;&lt;br /&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent&lt;br /&gt;to be lost that their loss is no disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day. Accept the fluster&lt;br /&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:&lt;br /&gt;places, and names, and where it was you meant&lt;br /&gt;to travel. None of these will bring disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or&lt;br /&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,&lt;br /&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture&lt;br /&gt;I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident&lt;br /&gt;the art of losing's not too hard to master&lt;br /&gt;though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thureintun.spaces.live.com/index_poet_B.html#Bishop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Elizabeth Bishop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-2103539783443005752?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2103539783443005752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=2103539783443005752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/2103539783443005752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/2103539783443005752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-art.html' title='One Art'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-7937667775341818958</id><published>2007-04-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:03:07.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sexual Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The only reason you go out,&lt;br /&gt;The only objective in mind,&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of a familiar pair&lt;br /&gt;Of legs on a busy street or&lt;br /&gt;A squeeze from a female who&lt;br /&gt;You can only call your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scoreless night fosters hostility&lt;br /&gt;A scoreless weekend breeds animosity&lt;br /&gt;Through red eyes all the world is seen,&lt;br /&gt;Angry at friends and family for no&lt;br /&gt;Reasons that they can perceive.&lt;br /&gt;Only you know why you are so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the 'just friends' one who you've&lt;br /&gt;Known for so long, who respects you&lt;br /&gt;So much that you can't do what you want&lt;br /&gt;And she no longer bothers to put on her&lt;br /&gt;False personality and flirt because she thinks&lt;br /&gt;You like her for who she is when what you&lt;br /&gt;Liked about her was her flirtatiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your own hand becomes your best lover,&lt;br /&gt;When your life-giving fertilizer is wasted&lt;br /&gt;In a Kleenex and flushed down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;You wonder when you are going to stop&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what could have happened&lt;br /&gt;That night when you almost got somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the coy one who smile&lt;br /&gt;And looks like she wants to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't work up the nerve to talk&lt;br /&gt;So instead she will become one of your nighttime&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies, where you could have but didn't&lt;br /&gt;Your hand will be substututed for hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you neglect work and meaningful activities&lt;br /&gt;When you neglect the ones who really love you&lt;br /&gt;For a shot at a target that you rarely hit&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone get lucky with women but you&lt;br /&gt;Or do females just not want it as bad as you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Neil Strauss (From the book 'The Game: Undercover the Secret Society of Pickup Artists')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-7937667775341818958?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7937667775341818958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=7937667775341818958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7937667775341818958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7937667775341818958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/sexual-frustration.html' title='Sexual Frustration'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-7687106701843701846</id><published>2007-04-20T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:03:37.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 and a half thoughts'/><title type='text'>Untitled 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love, Fidelity, is it related? Are they really exist in the real world? Are we all mind-freaked by those words which can end the world as well as blossom the world (everybody's mindset)? Various definitions on those conveys confused in each other, whatsoever, like it or not, whenever they comes, we all die and fail in a sense of proud manner without second thought. We love to feel it in a sense of no matter what we lose it or win. It is undeniable that they exist but the question is "are we defining something wrong?" "do we too depend on intangible thing" "do they really make us happy" or "are those all illusion of our wrong perception"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-7687106701843701846?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7687106701843701846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=7687106701843701846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7687106701843701846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/7687106701843701846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-4.html' title='Untitled 4'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-329347685361844128</id><published>2007-04-20T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:04:04.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 and a half thoughts'/><title type='text'>Untitled 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where there is a will, there is a way. There is, but, only if you can make it to the end. If not, your will is destroyed resulting in losing your way. Estienne, Newton, they who make things unbelievable, are they all super human? or is there an additional brain inside each of them? Wouldn't matter, who cannot say you can be next Estienne. will + way + effort can show you success? However, is this formula true? Success without failure seems fairy tale? or resistance to failure reveals success? Just like cultivating very sensitive plant, with the exact amount of water, sunlight, fertilizer, pesticide.....etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-329347685361844128?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/329347685361844128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=329347685361844128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/329347685361844128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/329347685361844128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-3.html' title='Untitled 3'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-41889911871562313</id><published>2007-04-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:05:13.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 and a half thoughts'/><title type='text'>Untitled 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Flexibility comes with nothing much but no menu about what your tastes are. Modern or Contemporary Society needs it, nevertheless, everybody expects from anybody in every bit of situation is the strong stand on something, which shows uniqueness, coolness. Hence, Society needs middle-way, half-flexibility as well as half-uniqueness, or fully-flexibility or fully-typical. It is weird that you don't have or know your favorites (too-flexible), more weird if you don't know which way to choose (too-middle), most weird if you stick something faithfully throughout your life ....(so-typical)(predictable).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-41889911871562313?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/41889911871562313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=41889911871562313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/41889911871562313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/41889911871562313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-2.html' title='Untitled 2'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668147525942046120.post-4585204398873893244</id><published>2007-04-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:05:54.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 and a half thoughts'/><title type='text'>Untitled 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Start with something and end with nothing. God-gifted prodigy is dwelling in the past and trying with indulgence to force all the things around to be changed. Life doesn't play by rules even though he knows, at least, somehow in the deeper portion of him, holds firmly to the belief that one day he who makes the rules and he who plays life will be himself, somewhat awkward though. Rewarding never comes without scarifying, in other words, what we earn in one hand must lose on the other hand. Right or Wrong is Personal Taste, Fair or Unfair is Misconception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5668147525942046120-4585204398873893244?l=thureinuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4585204398873893244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5668147525942046120&amp;postID=4585204398873893244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4585204398873893244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668147525942046120/posts/default/4585204398873893244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thureinuniverse.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-1.html' title='Untitled 1'/><author><name>Thu Rein Tun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18230651171913182441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDSz6L9j8K8/TdtVTno2cqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D-G1IHiei9Q/s220/bz_apple_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
