<?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-8262418076482279152</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:59:48.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOMINATION</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262418076482279152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>abomination.me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500274352029504168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262418076482279152.post-1314071544534180885</id><published>2008-06-05T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:20:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do if you had a red ant farm? I mean consider it, they are huge, ruthless, hungry and they bite like hell. I wudnt go near it, but i guess it would be fascinating to watch them take apart an ugly cockroach. But id watch. I was thinking about it and realised we arnt that different from red ants. Humans i mean. Even only considering what parents do to their kids we  can be called ruthless, this about a species which boasts about 'humane' maternal instincts.&lt;br /&gt;Ever got beaten by your mom? Its like putting your hand into hot water, mainly its painful the slaps, the jabs, the throwing you into walls. But not as painful as knowing you didnt deserve it. How about your dad walking into your room in the middle of the night doing unimaginable things to you. Leaving you empty, hollowed, weak with no innocence. I cant even begin to imagine that. So next time a person opens up to about their scars dont even think that you can understand their pain, their loss. Even if you were in the same place, you wernt her, you wernt him.&lt;br /&gt;  I dont know why humans are so unimaginably  twisted, wicked, ruthless. Maybe thats why God doesnt come near us just watches, a man saying his vows and imagining sex with a bridesmaid, a woman killing her abusive husband, a child left alone, in a corner, abused, tortured with noone to hear her cries, noone to brush her tears away. Cant imagine how it would feel to create something so poisonous and having to watch for an eternity. Peace out God, we both know humans are capable of many things, some of it even good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262418076482279152-1314071544534180885?l=a-abomination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/feeds/1314071544534180885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262418076482279152&amp;postID=1314071544534180885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262418076482279152/posts/default/1314071544534180885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262418076482279152/posts/default/1314071544534180885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-ants.html' title='We are ants'/><author><name>abomination.me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500274352029504168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262418076482279152.post-933846102723607438</id><published>2008-06-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:41:56.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I over heard something the other day, a woman was flattered that a married man liked her. I raised my eyebrow on that, didnt say anything. If i did say something my head would have been bitten of by her. Ofcourse she wasnt going to do anything about it, just humour him a little, play along, be the center of attention, flirt a little. I just dont get why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve heard women complain about men who are married who hit on them. Over and over and over again but then i hear this, and no this isnt the first time. Why do these women complain i wonder, i mean they are obviously flattered and the funniest thing is they are not attracted to these men at all. Is it the control they have over men? The look of despair from the man, knowing he cant have what he see`s? Is it the attention they crave? Hypocritical bullshit? Or are women the same stereotypes as men? Shallow, attention seeking, sex maniacs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262418076482279152-933846102723607438?l=a-abomination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/feeds/933846102723607438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262418076482279152&amp;postID=933846102723607438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262418076482279152/posts/default/933846102723607438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262418076482279152/posts/default/933846102723607438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-abomination.blogspot.com/2008/06/women.html' title='women?'/><author><name>abomination.me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11500274352029504168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
