<?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-8147865498269193254</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:28:55.713+03:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Help'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Beautiful'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Dear You'/><category term='Music'/><category term='G.O.'/><category term='Boring'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Poll Results'/><category term='Disgusting'/><category term='Embarrassing'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Experiment'/><category term='College'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Annoying'/><category term='Socializing'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Biology'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Kuwait'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Paranoia'/><category term='ILike'/><category term='IHate'/><category term='Problem'/><category term='Note to Self'/><category term='Think About It'/><category term='Studying'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Soloistah's Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'>I live inside my own bubble...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1399476881698786566</id><published>2011-01-12T10:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:43:10.347+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>Blog Status:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Lately I have been thinking of quitting blogging. I don’t think I need it anymore, and I don’t have a purpose for it. I used to love to blog because I wanted to “share” and I love to “write”. But now, I don’t seem to feel like sharing anything, or I don’t have the need to share. I still like to write, but I don’t do it as much any more. So it seems pretty useless to take up a space online and not use it (not that it’s affecting anything &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TS1bjKloriI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qhe7Z9WBsvg/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;) But anyways, I’m still considering.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Until I find a purpose for this blog,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1399476881698786566?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1399476881698786566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-status.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1399476881698786566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1399476881698786566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-status.html' title='Blog Status:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TS1bjKloriI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qhe7Z9WBsvg/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6379831793499745599</id><published>2010-12-29T20:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:15:54.794+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note to Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Trust Yourself:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Dear Soloistah,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;What you feel is always true. Never, not once, where your feelings and instincts mistaken. Trust your heart, it knows better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6379831793499745599?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6379831793499745599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/trust-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6379831793499745599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6379831793499745599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/trust-yourself.html' title='Trust Yourself:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4972309379989063963</id><published>2010-12-27T20:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:06:31.844+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>“Yes Man” In Need:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRjHjjUomDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/E8YV5nbdjy4/s1600-h/yes%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="yes" border="0" alt="yes" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRjHkiqNqZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DzoRmKFQCfQ/yes_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;No.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Apparently, that’s my answer, always. I’ve recently realized that when ever I’m face with anything, asked for anything, my answer is No, without even the slight consideration! And I never change back my answer, hard-headed I am, apparently.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;When I sat down and thought about it, thought about as to what reason do I always behave this way. The reasons were few, but the most believable one was “Because I have good perception. My predictions are always true, thus I form an idea of what things will be if I said Yes, and I don’t like it.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;To make it clearer, I’ll put it in a simple example; I was asked to go to a family gathering, let’s say. My answer? No. Why did I say No? Because I know once I go to the gathering, I won’t find anyone close to my age there, I will be bored, so why put myself through that?! &amp;lt;--- That’s my perception, and normally it’s true.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Even though, this is not how I want to be, because no matter how good my predictions are, sometimes I might be wrong. Especially in the case of new things. I need to change that. How? I don’t know. I blindly believe in my power of prediction and it’s hard to think “maybe this time it might not be the way I picture it would be.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;But I’ll work on that. (Or completely forget about the whole thing &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRjHlW4YYyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/72jVtXW4dfI/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4972309379989063963?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/4972309379989063963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-man-in-need.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4972309379989063963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4972309379989063963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-man-in-need.html' title='“Yes Man” In Need:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRjHkiqNqZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DzoRmKFQCfQ/s72-c/yes_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1025423274055818832</id><published>2010-12-24T14:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:58:21.468+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #20:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Soloistah sucks at drawing, actually, she can not draw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRSKiUbnnLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oAhuypF-F4g/s1600-h/IMG_0869%5B1%5D%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0869[1]" border="0" alt="IMG_0869[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRSKjqxmxQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1M9kFV5uV6M/IMG_0869%5B1%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is an Aspergillus, supposedly this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://www.oaklandscleaning.co.uk/assets/images/aspergillus1.gif" width="311" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;While this is a Rhizopus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRSKk1Nb6sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/RtiwnmHHsR8/s1600-h/IMG_0870%5B1%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0870[1]" border="0" alt="IMG_0870[1]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRSKmPnHXtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jYHXem68qKw/IMG_0870%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Supposedly this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: ; display: block; float: none" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSvCQQ09iRuoTdaiMMFg312aflEs0PaSFBDFwc9xECuptMpiL_i" width="313" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To whoever is wondering, those were two species of Fungi, and no they are not the same thing; Aspergillus and Rhizopus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1025423274055818832?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1025423274055818832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1025423274055818832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1025423274055818832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-20.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #20:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRSKjqxmxQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1M9kFV5uV6M/s72-c/IMG_0869%5B1%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1693933781856674555</id><published>2010-12-22T18:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:15:57.296+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>2010; I’m Not Impressed:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRIWB9JaRoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_YyAQCP96hg/s1600-h/2010-2011%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-2011" border="0" alt="2010-2011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRIWD4xqShI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VBMyKjNb-Sc/2010-2011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="535" height="365" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It’s almost the end of 2010, and now I can honestly say, it was forgettable. I think that’s the right word. Nothing remarkable happened. but then again, I saw that coming, here’s my proof &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1-2010.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Day&lt;/font&gt; 1, 2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Now, the fact that what I foresaw happened, scares me. I still haven’t thought about 2011 and what might and what would and what won’t. But the fact that what I might think would happen is a bit scary. Maybe because what I thought about 2010 somehow got printed into my memory and made it happen, like law of attraction and the likes. But then again, I don’t believe in all of that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Anyways, in 2011 I will make a difference. And that’s my resolution.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Picture credit: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kumailplus.com/?p=10043" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Kumailplus’s blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1693933781856674555?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1693933781856674555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-im-not-impressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1693933781856674555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1693933781856674555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-im-not-impressed.html' title='2010; I’m Not Impressed:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TRIWD4xqShI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VBMyKjNb-Sc/s72-c/2010-2011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6607134439526026558</id><published>2010-12-20T20:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:57:18.386+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>meh. Days:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You know when you feel bad/down but you don’t know why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Today I had a nice day, long but nice day. I have done good things, I laughed and smiled. Drank coffee and Shani. I have no reason to feel bad, or down, whatsoever, yet I’m just sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Here’s the thing about me; I always feel bad after a good time. I have no idea why I do. It’s been puzzling me for such a long time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;it’s one of those meh. ending days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6607134439526026558?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6607134439526026558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/meh-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6607134439526026558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6607134439526026558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/meh-days.html' title='meh. Days:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5512579252482699051</id><published>2010-12-19T21:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:17:15.845+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I’m Not Writing Much:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I think I have lost my ability to express myself. Is that even possible? Before I used to only know how to express with written words, but now even written words can’t help me. I know for a fact that writing is practice, and I sure hell ain’t practicing it much lately, but still. I should be able to express myself. But I’m not able to. Can’t translate what’s on my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5512579252482699051?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5512579252482699051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-writing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5512579252482699051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5512579252482699051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-writing-much.html' title='I’m Not Writing Much:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8940356303870856874</id><published>2010-12-17T16:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:51:34.382+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQtq3hk4rQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Hu7bbdmGs_o/s1600-h/IMG_0841%5B1%5D%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0841[1]" border="0" alt="IMG_0841[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQtq4lJnizI/AAAAAAAAAXE/APYf_q1sd7w/IMG_0841%5B1%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s always something about Shani &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8940356303870856874?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8940356303870856874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8940356303870856874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8940356303870856874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-19.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #19'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQtq4lJnizI/AAAAAAAAAXE/APYf_q1sd7w/s72-c/IMG_0841%5B1%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8060355694468864379</id><published>2010-12-10T11:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:23:55.073+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Dear You #2:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It’s been a year now, why does it still affect me, and why do I feel that it still affects you too? Its been a year, a whole year. A year might not seem much, but it is a lot. I might think that maybe because nothing happened since then, but thinking about it things happened since then, many things. But because it still affects me, those things didn’t get a chance to affect me. Its been a year now. I think it’s about time someone moves on, yet it still lingers, you still act weird. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;The more I try to move on, you come in feeling all affected and bring it all back in me again. No matter how hard I try to move on, you ruin it for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Disappear, please.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8060355694468864379?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8060355694468864379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-you-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8060355694468864379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8060355694468864379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-you-2.html' title='Dear You #2:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3280561804593069435</id><published>2010-12-09T16:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:35:57.152+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #18:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQDbNezXcJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zAeD0A6_nbo/s1600-h/I%27ll%20keep%20going%20on2%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="I&amp;#39;ll keep going on2" border="0" alt="I&amp;#39;ll keep going on2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQDbO6JxFmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2Wa8_eRULnY/I%27ll%20keep%20going%20on2_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="549" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My current life motto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3280561804593069435?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3280561804593069435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3280561804593069435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3280561804593069435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures-and-some-words-18.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #18:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TQDbO6JxFmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2Wa8_eRULnY/s72-c/I%27ll%20keep%20going%20on2_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2205246590765309862</id><published>2010-12-07T13:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:35:02.897+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Opinion of Others and Me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I don’t like to ask people about what they think of me, their opinion about the kind of person I am. That kinds of simple questions would really affect me hard. Sometimes even change me when I’m not ready.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;But sometimes you can’t help being curious. Wondering what are you presenting to the world, and also what are your down sides that maybe you could change. Maybe and most likely, what you think of yourself isn’t what they others think of you. They are looking out from a different mirror. You can’t help but wonder what are they seeing. What are they liking, and what are they hating. But at the same time, you can’t afford to ask, you might not find what you think you’ll find, then you’ll end up trying to change their thoughts, which could be pretty frustrating. It’s worse when you ask people that matter to you, and they tell you about something they don’t like, and you, immediately, unconsciously, would be trying to change that about yourself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;That is that part I hate the most, and I’m afraid of the most; changing for the sake of someone. Its not that easy trying not to change and let them affect you. You have to constantly remind yourself with that. And it’s really hard to differentiate between a good change and a change for the sake of someone. And sometimes the change might happen unconsciously, days later you find yourself doing something differently and acting like this has been you all along, and unfortunately believing so, too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It is really hard. I try my best to shut down my curiosity and avoid anything that might give an opinion of others about me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2205246590765309862?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2205246590765309862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/opinion-of-others-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2205246590765309862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2205246590765309862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/opinion-of-others-and-me.html' title='Opinion of Others and Me:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3175976814443122452</id><published>2010-12-03T11:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:47:58.439+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Confessions:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPiut3KH8UI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hZpb-EIwLDk/s1600-h/confession%20chair%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="confession chair" border="0" alt="confession chair" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPiuvIx5gAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aT1E7vxUubs/confession%20chair_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I found this “tag” online and somehow decided to give it ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You basically confess 21 things. This wont be easy, I know it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;OK, I confess:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;1- I’m schizophrenic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;2- I like myself more than anything else in the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;-----15 minutes later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;------10 minutes later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;3- I’m over secretive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;-----5 minutes later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Haha, OK, I can’t do it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;But I Tag you my fellow blogger!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3175976814443122452?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3175976814443122452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3175976814443122452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3175976814443122452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/confessions.html' title='Confessions:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPiuvIx5gAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aT1E7vxUubs/s72-c/confession%20chair_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5699559022588914213</id><published>2010-12-02T22:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:39:54.830+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Nothing Coming From My Side:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Forever I stand helpless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking out at the world making no difference&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forever I stand useless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everything passes by me not affected&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forever I stand actless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My empty cold hands folded&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forever I stand in blankness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No words come to mind as expected&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forever I stand hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know my cases will never be mended.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5699559022588914213?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5699559022588914213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-coming-from-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5699559022588914213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5699559022588914213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-coming-from-my-side.html' title='Nothing Coming From My Side:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-127503908019603550</id><published>2010-11-30T20:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:53:59.142+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #17:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPU6LixNUnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xnwkKQbaGUs/s1600-h/bubbles%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="bubbles" border="0" alt="bubbles" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPU6NS9iBCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kmPE2tb5ySw/bubbles_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I am officially in love with this picture. I randomly found it online. I tried to make it a desktop background but the resolution is really bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It matches my soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-127503908019603550?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/127503908019603550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/pictures-and-some-words-17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/127503908019603550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/127503908019603550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/pictures-and-some-words-17.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #17:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPU6NS9iBCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kmPE2tb5ySw/s72-c/bubbles_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7811384828217823404</id><published>2010-11-29T20:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:42:59.343+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>Strong People Under The Mercy Of Life:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPPkQbTEjhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VK848S8wnzU/s1600-h/fading%20hope%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="fading hope" border="0" height="397" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPPkSZOqnLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/W0EM1Wq8e2Q/fading%20hope_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="fading hope" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know strong people are just people. They may be a little stronger, but none the less they have their weakness.&amp;nbsp; They have their happy moments and their sad moments. But it’s of huge impact to see those strong people, become weak, surrender to life’s cruelty. You wonder, what happened to them? All those years they have remained so optimistic but now their walls are falling down. Are they tired? Or are they faced with something beyond anything they have faced before? Are they going through more than those who are weaker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It’s really sad to see those who have been carrying the flame of hope all along, those who have reminded you that a better day will come along, its hard to see them give up and let the vicious waves of life hit them hard. To see them turn off their lights and surrender.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If strong hopeful people are giving up, then when should those weak pessimists do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7811384828217823404?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7811384828217823404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/strong-people-under-mercy-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7811384828217823404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7811384828217823404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/strong-people-under-mercy-of-life.html' title='Strong People Under The Mercy Of Life:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPPkSZOqnLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/W0EM1Wq8e2Q/s72-c/fading%20hope_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8317397926736553931</id><published>2010-11-28T18:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:54:59.745+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Business:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPJ7SYiKJmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iDpeU_i86ns/s1600-h/busy%20bee%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="busy bee" border="0" alt="busy bee" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPJ7UK30dcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aQJWFJGh554/busy%20bee_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="483" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Business is a bless.&lt;/strong&gt; True that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This week is booked, I’m only free on Thursday. Then I go back to be busy for the rest of the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This might sound a bit strange, but I love being busy. I’m always stable mentally when I’m busy :P More sane, if you like to put it this way. When you are busy, you only think of what you are supposed to do, and do it without further due. The things you think about are limited, your mind don’t wander much and get you in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the best part? When you lay your head on your pillow at night, so exhausted your body aching and your mind can function no more. You close your eyes, with a proud smile on your face, a smile of accomplishment. And within minutes (OK, 40 minutes in my case) you are sound asleep. Oh, and you don’t even dream! Which is a good thing, since dreams have been a source of distress for me lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, more business and less lazing around, it’s not healthy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8317397926736553931?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8317397926736553931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8317397926736553931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8317397926736553931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/business.html' title='Business:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TPJ7UK30dcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aQJWFJGh554/s72-c/busy%20bee_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-346253618416303720</id><published>2010-11-23T17:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:10:49.582+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Winter Is Back:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TOvM64KiGqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8c49Jb_z3Po/s1600-h/rain%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="rain" border="0" alt="rain" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TOvM8dZogwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Rq39KKwf9Ls/rain_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="539" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Winter, what a lovely season. Everything about it is just so nice. Getting out of the house in the morning to feel ice-cold breeze freezing your nose, is so refreshing, clean, soft and up lifting. Even the sun don’t seem so vicious in winter. You almost don’t care about putting on sun block.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every starting of Winter season, I get filled with nostalgic feelings. Longings and missing the old winter. Every winter. Because winter is such a special season, special heart warming things happen in it.But after a while the nostalgia disappears, for winter has started what it does best. Fill the world with its magic. Drizzle the world drops of hope with its soft chilled rain. You feel as if you are safe and shield from all the sadness in the world, wrapped in your winter warming cloths, surrounded beythe cold air.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Right now, I’m drenched in nostalgia. Last winter was beyond anything I have experienced in my life. The word Beautiful won’t suffice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But even still, I’m filled with hope and anticipation and can not wait to see what This winter will unfold, what goodness it has in store for me. For me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also, on a lighter note, winter is the time when Starbucks brings back my favorite seasonal drinks; Toffee Nut Latter and Cinnamon Dolce Latte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-346253618416303720?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/346253618416303720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/346253618416303720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/346253618416303720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-back.html' title='Winter Is Back:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TOvM8dZogwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Rq39KKwf9Ls/s72-c/rain_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-9217605551597972809</id><published>2010-11-22T19:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:48:42.699+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Company and Closeness:</title><content type='html'>Amazing, how all my happy dreams consists of me just sitting some place, freely talking to someone I like or dear to me. Just plain, light talking about nothing important. &lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how much i long for company, and communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is, I cant get close to anyone easily. I cant easily be comfortable with anyone to share my thoughts and ideas with. I need to spend a lot of time with a person, to become comfortable with. And after I become close with someone and it happens that we part for a while, that person loses the closeness with me. I don't treat them the same way as before, i need to get closer with all over again. Or maybe I wont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird person. Sometimes I dont like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-9217605551597972809?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/9217605551597972809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/company-and-closeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/9217605551597972809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/9217605551597972809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/company-and-closeness.html' title='Company and Closeness:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3883741679066202797</id><published>2010-11-08T18:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:15:51.257+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Break:</title><content type='html'>I will be taking a break from blogging starting from now till the next 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3883741679066202797?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3883741679066202797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3883741679066202797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3883741679066202797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/break.html' title='Break:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2578307154798830332</id><published>2010-11-06T16:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:21:17.107+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Unease:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TNVWIVGGrhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tqc7Y5FXl7E/s1600-h/waves%20night%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="waves night" border="0" alt="waves night" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TNVWJdWlcWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8tg10mB84E8/waves%20night_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="520" height="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel at unease, this coming week will have some new things that I haven’t experienced before nor can I predict. And I hate this. I’m usually good at predicting and foreseeing what's coming. It’s not a gift, just a use of common sense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yet, what’s going on this week, what will go on, is totally new, and my common sense seems to fail me a lot these days. I can’ function well when I can’t see what’s coming. Too nerving. That’s why all I do is sit and wait, to get it over with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2578307154798830332?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2578307154798830332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/unease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2578307154798830332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2578307154798830332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/unease.html' title='Unease:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TNVWJdWlcWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8tg10mB84E8/s72-c/waves%20night_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5275265901644513247</id><published>2010-11-01T17:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:27:00.245+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>Time; The Magnificent:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/01/820.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/01/s_820.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal all. Time will answer all. &lt;br /&gt;Make patience your super power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5275265901644513247?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5275265901644513247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-magnificent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5275265901644513247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5275265901644513247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-magnificent.html' title='Time; The Magnificent:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3949964474101631238</id><published>2010-10-28T18:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:41:31.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You:</title><content type='html'>How are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don’t hate you, I really don’t. But you irritate me so much. So many times. Sometime even the sight of you could sent me into tears and days of frustration. I like you, I wish you all the best, I don’t hate you, but sometimes I get those moments of hate, because of you. &lt;br /&gt;So please, don’t make me hate you, literally. And all you have to do is disappear. Get out of my life. Just go. And stop acting like You. And don’t do the things I hate and make me tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know that when you disappear, I will remember you and smile and go as far as wishing you all the luck in the world and pray may God watch over you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; See? Easy. You want me to like you, disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Regards…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3949964474101631238?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3949964474101631238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3949964474101631238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3949964474101631238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-you.html' title='Dear You:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6781636625018475340</id><published>2010-10-26T21:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:54:21.054+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><title type='text'>Giving Up:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/26/1685.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/26/s_1685.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do that! Never allow yourself to just sit helpless. &lt;br /&gt;When the roads are blocked, it isn't the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;I believe in this saying, so strongly: &lt;b&gt; "Take a break, come back stronger." - Freind. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a way around it. One way or another. It doesn't matter if takes time. Even a long time. And believe, that if you can't find the way, believe that the way will find you. &lt;br /&gt;Never give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6781636625018475340?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6781636625018475340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6781636625018475340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6781636625018475340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2237223608933021983</id><published>2010-10-25T17:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:34:19.818+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Confusion:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/25/767.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/25/s_767.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like: I don't want them to like me. And at the same time I don't want them not to like me. I mean I wish I never existed in their lives. Becuase in both cases the sensitive, drama queen me will get hurt. Either because they hurt me or becuase I hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's your dose of drama for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2237223608933021983?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2237223608933021983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-like-i-dont-want-them-to-like-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2237223608933021983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2237223608933021983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-like-i-dont-want-them-to-like-me.html' title='Confusion:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5097838005031557602</id><published>2010-10-24T22:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:34:15.192+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>Over Reacting:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/24/2123.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/24/s_2123.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='500' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was over reacting. At least I think I was, or is this the calm after the storm and before the other storm?&lt;br /&gt;The next days will determine. Or hopefully they won't. Because either ways you know I will get worked up and react in a way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5097838005031557602?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5097838005031557602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-reacting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5097838005031557602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5097838005031557602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-reacting.html' title='Over Reacting:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6722491554606976646</id><published>2010-10-23T20:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:17:27.102+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A Dried Plant:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/23/1538.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/23/s_1538.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='500' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my psychological state was a plant, that plant would be a dead, dried one in the middle of an empty large desert. And that plant would be constantly losing parts of its body because of some kind of a big vicious bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6722491554606976646?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6722491554606976646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/dried-plant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6722491554606976646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6722491554606976646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/dried-plant.html' title='A Dried Plant:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7537340665815782552</id><published>2010-10-23T15:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:21:50.855+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>You Can’t Have It:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TMLRTK8ha5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Eyw4spDT8ss/s1600-h/fading%20sun%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="fading sun" border="0" alt="fading sun" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TMLRU3gfOiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DOShLWbk4QQ/fading%20sun_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="518" height="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You only want something or starting thinking about something, or mourn something when you find out you can never have that something for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stupid human. I wish I was a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And don’t get me started on depression.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Shadows fill an empty heart, as love is fading.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7537340665815782552?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7537340665815782552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-cant-have-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7537340665815782552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7537340665815782552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-cant-have-it.html' title='You Can’t Have It:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TMLRU3gfOiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DOShLWbk4QQ/s72-c/fading%20sun_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7786440834733235598</id><published>2010-10-20T18:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:09:42.489+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Good Memories:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TL8OWM68eDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Phupb4C6PBk/s1600-h/good%20memories%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="good memories" border="0" alt="good memories" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TL8OXzlQeUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gxiAIG5yXHk/good%20memories_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="550" height="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Sit back, stretch your back, close your eyes and remember a Good Memory.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;STOP! Snap back to now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You saw that? That thing that crept up your lips and stretched it into a beautiful smile? This is, my friend, what’s good about a Good Memory. This is the one thing that makes any memory eligible to become a Good Memory.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good Memories don’t have to be long events, or aren’t those times that lasted for hours. Good memories are few seconds of a good laugh over something. Few seconds in which someone said Thank You to you. The few seconds in which someone smiled at you. The few seconds that counted in you wining a race, or any other few seconds, even splits of a second.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have so many Good Memories that I make sure I revise everyday so they won’t lose their charm and ability to send you smiling all day.    &lt;br /&gt;Sometime, I even spend a whole day with just one memory in mind, playing it over and over in my head. And I still smile every time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tell me a Good Memory of yours.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Soloistah…    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7786440834733235598?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7786440834733235598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7786440834733235598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7786440834733235598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-memories.html' title='Good Memories:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TL8OXzlQeUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gxiAIG5yXHk/s72-c/good%20memories_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8293777092718091496</id><published>2010-10-17T16:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:45:59.332+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoia'/><title type='text'>Depression; Long Time No Feel:</title><content type='html'>My Depression days were way over, I think since March 2010. Before that time, I was severely depressed starting from November 2009. Two days wouldn’t pass without feeling so very much awful. Just awful. That was a dark time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;  I became so used to feeling depressed, I stopped thinking I was depressed. I thought that was just the way I am. I would tear for no reason, even a paper cut would sent me to tears and 7 hours of napping. I saw nothing good in life, I lost so many passions of mine. I remember writing this post in January 2010, that for some reason I didn’t publish:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how studying became a semi-daily habit of mine, and I mean real studying not just doing homework/assignments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t mind being alone 24/7 anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I’m becoming less social day after day, and knowing that I wasn’t even social before. I’m becoming less social even with the people I used to socialize with when I wasn’t social.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I’m more shy than ever now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how now I only eat to survive. I only eat to shed the hunger away. I just tell them to fix me something quick, which is usually instant noodles. Note that I used to be picky with food. Not to forget my daily does of coffee that became 2 these days. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange that I don’t seem to mind that I’m lifeless anymore, dead that is. I do get these days where I wake up and go “I seriously need to get a life” but few moments later that just fades away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how all the things that used to make me happy before, don’t anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I seem to care less about the people I used to care about before. The people closest to me. And my excuse always is “Who am I to say anything? It’s their life. Everyone is entitled to live their life the way they want”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t care if someone is upset/angry at me, all I do is ask them what I should do/fix instead, just so they would just stay away from me. And I don’t care if they are still angry at me after doing the right thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how all I seem to be doing these days is what I’m told/supposed to, just like a robot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t complain, get angry or anything anymore. I just shut up and go away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t mind the fact that you can sum my life up in just few words: Sleep-Go to class-study-Sit on the computer-Sleep. And on weekends: Sleep-Sit silently in my room-Sit on the computer-Study-Sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how my favorites are now just regular things to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t watch TV much anymore, when I used to watch it more than 6 hours a day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I feel that I don’t have identified feelings anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I’m getting more cocoonic everyday. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t know what’s happening with the people around me and I don’t care enough to find out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I’m so quiet now. I was very quiet before, but now I’m even quieter. You can count the sentences I say very day with your hands only. Not to mention that I don’t speak unless answering a question I have been asked. Answering as briefly as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I don’t eat chocolate anymore. Knowing that I’m a (former) chocoholic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I’m always distracted now. With what you ask? That’s a mystery I have yet to solve.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how I can’t keep track of the date or the days, I don’t know what day it is or what’s the date at times, if it wasn’t for my cell phone and calendar in the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt; my room, it would have been harder. Before I was very aware of the time/date/day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Strange how all of the above things don’t seem to bother me, and I’m OK with it. But deep down I know this is not a way for a person to live.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Pretty strange…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;And, no, I’m not depressed. I have been depressed many times before, and it felt awful. But now I don’t have feelings. It’s like:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Status: Unidentified.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;I’m not happy and I’m not sad, I’m nothing in between and nothing beyond. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;It is strange, but maybe not strange to You, since I might be short sighted at times. This is partly why I’m publishing this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Do you know what’s going on?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  Even when I look back at my posts of that time, I can clearly see my depression through my words.&lt;br /&gt;  When March ended, it took away with it hat dark cloud that was hovering over my head for so long. And ever since, I felt like a new person, an optimistic ,happy almost all the time person.&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I think I can see the tips of the linings of that cloud. And I’m so dearly scared.&lt;br /&gt;  Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8293777092718091496?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8293777092718091496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/depression-long-time-no-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8293777092718091496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8293777092718091496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/depression-long-time-no-feel.html' title='Depression; Long Time No Feel:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2974556925429396336</id><published>2010-10-15T12:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:02:37.803+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Amazon Kindle Problem:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLgc5SyCCFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P-bPVc5HFHA/s1600-h/kindle%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="kindle" border="0" height="415" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLgc6yC4UwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t9s2eN80PuA/kindle_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="kindle" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have had my Amazon kindle for a while now, and since Amazon kindle and its books aren’t available for international customers yet, I have found away to buy kindle books when i searched online. My way was to use Amazon kindle gift cards, since I don’t have an American credit card, and use an American bailing address.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This method had worked for me for a month and I was able to purchase 5 books with it.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, every time I attempt to buy kindle books I get a message saying:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;please contact us or change your country to complete your purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You attempted to purchase an item while in a different country than listed on your Amazon account.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have tried changing my address, redeeming my gift card balance, shielding my IP address with an American one and I have also deregistered my Kindle from my account, changed my address and registered it again. All no work!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do, help?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any alternative to an American Credit Card?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2974556925429396336?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2974556925429396336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazon-kindle-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2974556925429396336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2974556925429396336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazon-kindle-problem.html' title='Amazon Kindle Problem:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLgc6yC4UwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t9s2eN80PuA/s72-c/kindle_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4313221483704609628</id><published>2010-10-10T14:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:34:28.600+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Chatty People:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLGkW-DWoJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/etjz29Hu7Do/s1600-h/chat%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="chat" border="0" height="341" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLGjiruUADI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1uPsOMWAZQ4/chat_thumb.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="chat" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like those kind of people that would just come up to you and simply chat. Start a conversation. People whom you don’t necessarily know their names, like colleagues from other departments or just a passer by. For example, once i was sitting in a place waiting for something, so this random girl from no where comes by and starts a conversation. How brave. We chatted for few minutes till it was time that i leave, i said goodbye and see you soon, and that was it. I swear I cant even recall how the girl looked of the color of her cloths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, also, this girl from one of my classes comes up to me and talks to me about a class I had last year, apparently she was with me in that class and I had no idea. Do not judge me, I’m the kind of students that sit upfront and have no idea what goes on in the back rows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was this incident that i frankly didn’t like. I was once sitting on a table alone, then comes this girl that i have never seen before and asks me if she could sit down with me, note that there were other empty tables around me. Anyways, I thought that since she was alone and saw me sitting alone she would, you know, start up a conversation or something. To my surprise, she opened up her books and started studying. She said nothing. It annoyed me because, i wasn’t comfortable sitting with her, I mean, I don’t know.. I honestly felt so annoyed that i thought of getting up and sitting in another table, but i thought against it because, simply, that was rude. I sat there for 10 minutes and then left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, its really fun to walk up to people and chat, simple light chatting and then no strings attached. Not even names are asked for. And you never know, that person you chatted might become a dear friend in the times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something i sure would love to try, be the one who starts the chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, random note, I like it when people come up to me and chat because that makes me think that I look friendly. I like to look friendly, even though a person once said i look like i want to punch someone in the face while another asked me why i was sad, when in fact i was just feeling normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4313221483704609628?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/4313221483704609628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/chatty-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4313221483704609628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4313221483704609628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/chatty-people.html' title='Chatty People:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLGjiruUADI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1uPsOMWAZQ4/s72-c/chat_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-605756939247087266</id><published>2010-10-09T15:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:03:27.973+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #16:</title><content type='html'>Ketchup art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, my McDonald’s hash brown has eyes! And its sleepy, but with a nice hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLBjCeiaUFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7PGSAwdscZA/s1600-h/photo%283%29%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="photo(3)" border="0" height="415" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLBjDODBHVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oYS1i0mT5Ds/photo%283%29_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo(3)" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another ketchup art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLBjDol73KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2CSPLFUYtjs/s1600-h/photo%284%29%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="photo(4)" border="0" height="435" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLBjEfd7y5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GBINsorPo40/photo%284%29_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo(4)" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGI Firday’s plate sure is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-605756939247087266?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/605756939247087266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures-and-some-words-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/605756939247087266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/605756939247087266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures-and-some-words-16.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #16:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TLBjDODBHVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oYS1i0mT5Ds/s72-c/photo%283%29_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6464827213845930850</id><published>2010-10-04T19:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:06:35.896+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>One Year Has Passed:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKn4NlrpylI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cvW9O2HFjtI/s1600-h/IMG_0200%5B1%5D%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0200[1]" border="0" height="465" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKn4PBSC5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JzuVM_8fVY4/IMG_0200%5B1%5D_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0200[1]" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks a &lt;b&gt;one year anniversary since I entered the Academic life&lt;/b&gt;. Last year, on this precise date I entered my university's gate. A lot has happened since then. I am someone else now, even though I slightly wish i wasn't or hope I haven't changed much. But indeed i have.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really amazing just to take a minute and look back. So much have happened you'd swear it can't be just one year have passed, you would think more.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met so many new people. Formed such a broad circle of acquaintances, friends, close friends, colleagues, …etc. So broad it passes the boarders of the country. Reaches GCC's and even passes to Egypt and Algeria.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i celebrated it in a simple manner. I sat in one of my favorite places in the country. If not the &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; favorite place. Surrounded by my good friends. When I sit in that place, a sense of belonging over comes me. A feeling I rarely feel any where else.     &lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have a habit of going to the grocery store next to college to buy junk food whenever we are bored with nothing to do. I'm not much of a candy and sweets person, but I love buying candy from that store and sharing it with friends. It takes it to a whole other level. It becomes Super Candy rather than plain old Candy.     &lt;br /&gt;So today we went again to "Elfer3" the grocery store and i bought candy, of course. Then we head back to my favorite place and started munching them down and sharing a good laugh or two with my dear friends.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really one of my most cherished college memories that i will never forget. And may it never ends till we graduate.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One year has passed. May the coming years carry as much good experiences, happy times and memories as this one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKn7PJwex5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/JGjcF-UL7lg/s1600-h/IMG_0683%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0683" border="0" height="503" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKn7QcQ5JXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y3swoGs5jwE/IMG_0683_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0683" width="534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6464827213845930850?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6464827213845930850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-has-passed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6464827213845930850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6464827213845930850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-has-passed.html' title='One Year Has Passed:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKn4PBSC5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JzuVM_8fVY4/s72-c/IMG_0200%5B1%5D_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7950518830321601369</id><published>2010-10-01T23:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:58:35.106+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blog Status:</title><content type='html'>Hello world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog have been in and out of themes, and have had a commenting problems. I have been experimenting with this and that. Trying new things to improve blogging experience. &lt;br /&gt;So until i settle down, i apologise for the inconvenients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted while AFK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7950518830321601369?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7950518830321601369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7950518830321601369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7950518830321601369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-status.html' title='Blog Status:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5123644456627116604</id><published>2010-09-30T15:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:16:16.139+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and Some Words #15:</title><content type='html'>My milk shake speaks my soul!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKSJN5uvLjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/C9bnGW52X24/s1600-h/IMG_0668%5B1%5D%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0668[1]" border="0" alt="IMG_0668[1]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKSJOgfPWDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SIKahbvBErs/IMG_0668%5B1%5D_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="437" height="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5123644456627116604?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5123644456627116604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-and-some-words-15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5123644456627116604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5123644456627116604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-and-some-words-15.html' title='Picture(s) and Some Words #15:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKSJOgfPWDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SIKahbvBErs/s72-c/IMG_0668%5B1%5D_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2104071282601679670</id><published>2010-09-28T17:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:09:01.703+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoia'/><title type='text'>Eye Contact:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKH1r2K6SVI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZVTE91fVo68/s1600-h/eye%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="eye" border="0" height="385" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKH1sm5rVAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NYRLM4cax5k/eye_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="eye" width="543" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear eye contacting people, it’s as if I’m afraid they can read my thoughts that way. And nothing worse than reading my on going thoughts, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, when you have a eye contact with anyone, however brief it was, it’s like if an imaginary rope connected the two of you. You are striped from anything but your souls, true selves. You can read their mind and feel what the are thinking of. There is no lying there, Just pure human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely do eye contact, even with people I know. I get paranoid when it happens especially with strangers. I fear that in the that one split of a second of the contact, my soul is exposed and so is my mind. They can read me like an open book. Especially if it happened at a time when I’m thinking of something I wouldn’t just go ahead and share, private thoughts and opinions of people. So, because of that, when i enter a place full of people I don’t know, I normally look and focus my eyes at a place where there’s no one, or look at the ground while i pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eye contacting happens, my mind freezes, as if the looking eye pushed a Pause button on my brain. I try to shed off what I'm thinking as quickly as I can, no matter how random and general it might be, just in case they could read me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its a known type of phobia’s…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2104071282601679670?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2104071282601679670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2104071282601679670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/eye-contact.html' title='Eye Contact:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TKH1sm5rVAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NYRLM4cax5k/s72-c/eye_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1379224856690183580</id><published>2010-09-25T16:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:21:00.050+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>The Last Supper… I Mean Day:</title><content type='html'>I’m going to rant a bit here. Act like a drama queen a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJtUdhREemI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hlk0WhqFN3s/s1600-h/I%20haz%20a%20sad%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="I haz a sad" border="0" height="337" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJtUeW6JEzI/AAAAAAAAATs/uFXgp608DbI/I%20haz%20a%20sad_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I haz a sad" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo! *Nervous Breakdown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready yet, I haven’t recovered the last rollercoaster ride yet. As much as I hate summer, 2 weeks of summer holiday isn’t enough! I haven’t started to hate it yet! (Yes, I’m not counting Ramadan or Eid as part of this holiday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is on Sunday. I have a lecture outside my campus, I still don’t know they way to the campus it’s located in. Yes, I’m not good at directions, I'm a women for God’s sake. That lecture is the first in this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this semester is going to be loaded! Material wise. I’m trying not to think about that as much as i can so i wont panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bright thing about this semester is its in winter, well, half of it is, but I'll take it. Though looking at the weather these days, almost the last week of September, and how it’s still hot ,I don't think we’ll be getting winter any time soon. I’m already on an umbrella hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready for another emotional rollercoaster yet. Knowing me, you bet I'll be getting into one of those pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I hate college or anything, I like college, I actually miss a thing or two, its just that i need a bit more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1379224856690183580?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1379224856690183580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1379224856690183580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-supper-i-mean-day.html' title='The Last Supper… I Mean Day:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJtUeW6JEzI/AAAAAAAAATs/uFXgp608DbI/s72-c/I%20haz%20a%20sad_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3767590021438007675</id><published>2010-09-21T21:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:30:21.070+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Comfort Zone Intervention [Project]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJj1KD-C_cI/AAAAAAAAATg/h5kYmAtjbnI/s1600-h/comfortzone12.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="comfort zone" border="0" height="387" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJj1Ky00OsI/AAAAAAAAATk/q4SUygyBgbI/comfortzone_thumb10.gif?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="comfort zone" width="557" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the kind of girl who’s walking on the safe side of the road, weighing her options carefully, a planning freak, does what she knows will work for sure, and if ever faced with something she isn’t so sure about, she would spend endless time studying the situation from every aspect. In other words, I’m boring. And since the new year of college closing up, what’s better time to change that than now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us, college/high school students, will be starting a new year next week. And here, I’m asking all of you “Comfort - zoners” to join me in this little project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do something new, push our self out there, do what we normally wont do (good things only :P). Let’s start little by little. Let’s live our nows. Let’s get rid of our “Never Fail Routines”. Walk a different route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this by myself (well, actually I can :P but it would be more fun if people were in this too).&lt;br /&gt;We could share our new triumphs together. Inspire other. Because I know, for sure, I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here’s a list I’d like to start with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk with one new person every day.&lt;/b&gt; Now, I know talking would be hard, but I’d like to do as little as just saying a word or two. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give lots and LOTS of compliments.&lt;/b&gt; To friends, class mates, and the people you run into on daily basis. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try a different route for going to college. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Experience, what I call, Internet Blackout Week. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wear something eye catchy and weird.&lt;/b&gt; (I have done this before, and i love doing it, but i want to do it more) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call people I haven’t been in touch with in a while, just to say Hi. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Participate in classes, ask questions when i have one.&lt;/b&gt; (As nerdy as I might sound, that's something i don't like doing.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to classes early and chit chat with class mates.&lt;/b&gt; (That's a reason I go to classes on the EXACT time.) &lt;b&gt;And leave classes late.&lt;/b&gt; (Usually, I’m the first one to get out the door :/) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well, these are things off the top of my head, &lt;b&gt;I’d really appreciate it if you could throw at me some more “daring” suggestions :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wants to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3767590021438007675?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3767590021438007675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3767590021438007675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/comfort-zone-intervention-project.html' title='Comfort Zone Intervention [Project]:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJj1Ky00OsI/AAAAAAAAATk/q4SUygyBgbI/s72-c/comfortzone_thumb10.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2048786832094386757</id><published>2010-09-19T20:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:31:06.298+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Personalization:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJZEstYrE-I/AAAAAAAAATY/6YK61vfoJgw/s1600-h/photo%282%29%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="photo(2)" border="0" height="246" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJZEtelMlKI/AAAAAAAAATc/303neOLu3Wc/photo%282%29_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo(2)" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes to my mind when every i get something new is how to make it unique, personalized, not generic. And I feel that my blog is really lacking that, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently i’m looking for ways to make it more… me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you help me with this? Give me ways or aspects that i can work on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2048786832094386757?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2048786832094386757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2048786832094386757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/personalization.html' title='Personalization:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJZEtelMlKI/AAAAAAAAATc/303neOLu3Wc/s72-c/photo%282%29_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-190844071178980493</id><published>2010-09-17T19:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:35:00.432+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>That One Day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJOX2kNrndI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZBEFK2zQPxw/s1600-h/hallucinations%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="hallucinations" border="0" height="393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJOXd6NHhqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JwwNLlyQwLM/hallucinations_thumb.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="hallucinations" width="634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl just like any other girl, yet I’m different. Complicated in every way possible. I could be just like any other, then one day, everything I know changes. The familiar becomes vague, the regular becomes new. Everything is wiped off my mind. I don’t know who I am, what i like, who i like.&lt;br /&gt;Why, where, when, what all become homeless without an answer. All within one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that one day; I am not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could last and last for as much as weeks. Then things fall into order again. Though, some things lose their way forever. For that “one day” is nothing small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that “one day” my soul shifts and unfold, crumble to pieces then rebuild itself. Shape shift like a dough. Refold into the most bizarre beings. Things you can not believe exist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that one day, I’m better left alone, the creature that is me better left alone. I become inapproachable and at some point scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until all calm and back to pieces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-190844071178980493?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/190844071178980493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/190844071178980493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-one-day.html' title='That One Day:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TJOXd6NHhqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JwwNLlyQwLM/s72-c/hallucinations_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7074648803954867741</id><published>2010-09-13T15:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:47:57.648+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag: The Beauty of Animation:</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Photon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose my favorite animated video from &lt;a href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2010/09/12/eye-candy-for-the-weekend-particle-animation-music-videos/" target="_blank"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i chose this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4699035" target="_blank"&gt;Vestige - Siggraph CAF 2009 Opening version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="601"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4699035&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4699035&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="601" height="338"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4699035"&gt;Vestige - Siggraph CAF 2009 Opening version&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/fw"&gt;Florian Witzel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7074648803954867741?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7074648803954867741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7074648803954867741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/tag-beauty-of-animation.html' title='Tag: The Beauty of Animation:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4384263664447658052</id><published>2010-09-12T20:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:47:31.490+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Soloistah &amp; Music:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TI0K0dUWOPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2IPCS3I8Ix0/s1600-h/rock%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="rock" border="0" height="413" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TI0K1A_7caI/AAAAAAAAATA/8mnC8wnWjQ8/rock_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="rock" width="575" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked to mention my favorite songs, bands and such. First of all, I’m a Rock Music fanatic, I listen to nothing else. Also, I tend to listen to sad songs, I honestly don’t know why, but all my songs are sad, matches my soul :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets start; I will mention my &lt;b&gt;current favorite songs&lt;/b&gt;. Though i must state that some of these songs are kind of old. I’m not the kind of person who’s always up to date with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Linkin Park: &lt;br /&gt;I have already talked about them previously on &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-28.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. And my all time most favorite song by them is &lt;b&gt;In The End&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Doors Down: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Away from the sun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here without you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here by me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only one you’ve got. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me be myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I’m Gone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Breaking Benjamin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear agony. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me a sign. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not bow. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diary of Jane. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had enough. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until the end. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance with the devil. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evil Angel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BreakDown. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Nickleback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far away. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How you remind me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up this morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Chris Daughtry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crashed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Creed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Away In silence. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overcome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Di-rect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t Kill me Tonight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Hinder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better than me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Seether:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gift. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Skillet: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t wake me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awake and alive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Stanfour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything I am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In your arms. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Sum 41:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No reason. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pieces. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s No solution. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still waiting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Evanescence:&lt;br /&gt;No need to mention songs here, because i have a lot. But tops the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going under. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking Over me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Immortal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring Me to life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tourniquet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haunted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I’m living for. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exodus. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- 3 Days Grace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone forever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate everything about you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never too late. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over and Over. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On my own. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;- Shinedown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;45&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simple man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Haha, I wrote a lot. Its been so long since the last time i talked about songs. I kind of have my own different taste here, and you can truly tell those are girl songs haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are all the songs I’m currently loving.. Well, not all, but whats on&amp;nbsp; my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4384263664447658052?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4384263664447658052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4384263664447658052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/soloistah-music.html' title='Soloistah &amp;amp; Music:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TI0K1A_7caI/AAAAAAAAATA/8mnC8wnWjQ8/s72-c/rock_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-562821033950572459</id><published>2010-09-12T08:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:41:57.497+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Good Moring World:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIxnx9Ds3dI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LqWBibOB9Ls/s1600-h/say%20hi%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="say hi" border="0" height="339" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIxnzJa4ITI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2eJ-WlSFKNQ/say%20hi_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="say hi" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? How was your Eid holiday? Did you do something interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I miss blogging, blogging everyday for 30 days is sure something I go used to it. But i can’t keep on posting lousy posts forever just because i want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Eid was fine, had a good laugh and some good food, saw family, looked “gorgeous”… etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are well and sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-562821033950572459?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/562821033950572459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/562821033950572459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-moring-world.html' title='Good Moring World:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIxnzJa4ITI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2eJ-WlSFKNQ/s72-c/say%20hi_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2507955614043880877</id><published>2010-09-10T06:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:00:01.599+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #14:</title><content type='html'>Happy Eid! عيدكم مبارك!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how all blogs post congratulating people, and how they sometimes post a greeting card?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm doing just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except.... Soloistah style!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have had this picture for three months now, I don’t know why I didn’t share  it, I'm sure i wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you see this, I honestly think you should consider!&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT for the faint at hearts, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;See it at your own risk! It's your stomach and mind you are harming.&lt;br /&gt;Consider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLRhQPgxyI/AAAAAAAAASY/fH3pSDs6Vzs/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLRhQPgxyI/AAAAAAAAASY/fH3pSDs6Vzs/s400/photo.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dissected this with my own hand! Yeah, yeah with a dissecting knife, scissors and all!&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, I have a natural talent. I could be the surgeon of the future, you never know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid and have a nice one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Picture was taken during Biology lab for spring semester 2009-2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2507955614043880877?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2507955614043880877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-and-some-words-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2507955614043880877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2507955614043880877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-and-some-words-14.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #14:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLRhQPgxyI/AAAAAAAAASY/fH3pSDs6Vzs/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5655333770011508127</id><published>2010-09-09T22:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:20:22.457+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 30 [The Last Thought]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIkzFxXM4zI/AAAAAAAAASs/1BVjPb7_MP8/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" height="367" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIkzGmiPN4I/AAAAAAAAASw/A8mJdHYaWns/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" width="527" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days ago I can up with an idea of writing &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts.html" target="_blank"&gt;a random post every single day of Ramadan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have reached the end. The end of this series. Part of the reason why I wanted Ramadan to be 30 days this year, is to finish what i started exactly one month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been great, I’m connected to my Sanctuary more than ever now. I wrote every day, and I thought about a new post everyday. For 30 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take a little recap on some of the posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Remember how i was so negative about Ramadan in &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan’s Jar of Thought 1&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You know, I never really liked Ramadan. I don’t know why. I really envy those who adore it.”&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Remember the “Mean Soloistah” in &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 2&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You know what’s funny? Being mean!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Remember how i was lost in &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-7.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 7&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I, sometimes, think whether i choose the right career path. Whether this is want i really like and want to do.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- And how I just simply “forgot” to post on the &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-8.html" target="_blank"&gt;8th day&lt;/a&gt; xD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Remember the Happy Poem i wrote on &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-21.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 21&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- And the gibberish on &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-23_02.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 23&lt;/a&gt;? I honestly don't know what that was all about!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Remember my &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-26.html" target="_blank"&gt;"Full of Badleyat” Arabic post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell of a ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything has come to an end eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this series, and had a good laugh every single day of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5655333770011508127?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5655333770011508127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5655333770011508127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-30-last.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 30 [The Last Thought]:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TIkzGmiPN4I/AAAAAAAAASw/A8mJdHYaWns/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1753045770432734555</id><published>2010-09-09T01:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:08:33.992+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan's Jar of Thoughts 29:</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I smell Eid excitement here? I think so. God, its been so long since the last time i was even a little excited for eid. I&amp;#39;m glad i am now. I mean, things like this should never ever lose its spirit. Its just sad. This, Ramadan, the other eid, birthdays, ...etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for the eid spirit! Bring it back! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1753045770432734555?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1753045770432734555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1753045770432734555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-29.html' title='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts 29:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3138803325770580660</id><published>2010-09-08T00:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:55:12.824+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 28:</title><content type='html'>“I dreamed I was missing   &lt;br /&gt;You were so scared    &lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen    &lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one else cared”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had was fun, i must state this. (For no reason really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Linkin Park, their new album “A Thousand Suns” is going to be released September 14th, I can’t wait, I hope it would be better than Minutes to Midnight. I didn’t like that album, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteora and Hybrid Theory are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from their newest album is already out, The Catalyst. I didn’t like it either &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this eid? And no negative, boring answers, please. We’ve got plenty already from yours truly :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3138803325770580660?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3138803325770580660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3138803325770580660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-28.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 28:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7800102639165204410</id><published>2010-09-06T21:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:34:59.661+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 27:</title><content type='html'>Today I noticed a huge resemblance between my 4 years old niece and I. A scary one, might I add. While we were having futoor, I noticed how her eating habits are just like mine, as in, we eat very, very slowly, possibly the last people remaining at the dinning area. We chew even more slowly. And between every other bite, we daydream, our minds soar! Or our minds just go blank and we stare at nothing at particular. They way she sits is the same as mine, we sit in a little hunched way.Though, thank God, we don’t share the same eating preferences, she eats meat, I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s scary to kind of see myself in her, I have only noticed this today, I wonder what else is there in common between us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must note that, in terms of physical appearance, we look nothing alike. Even though she’s a mini female version of my brother, her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this is weird, is that, I’ve always been different than anyone else that I share blood relationship with. Very different. But then comes this little kid that I can, blurrily, see myself in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, haha, I must admit, due to my selfishness, I don’t really like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we’ve finally found an Heiress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7800102639165204410?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7800102639165204410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7800102639165204410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-27.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 27:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2328678184791619144</id><published>2010-09-05T21:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:34:21.399+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 26:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;26 قرشة رمضان الفكرية:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ادري شي يديد لول بس انتوا تدرون شكثر انا احب التغيير، بس ترى من الحين اقولكم انا حجيي غريب شوي … انتوا عارفين من زمان ان حجيي&amp;nbsp; بالانقليزي غريب و مادري شلون صاير والحين اقولكم انا بالعربي اردى …. بس عادي اهم شي عايشين لول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;المهم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;توني كنت قاعده اتصفح موقع مال ازياء و قاعده اشوف جواتي تكرمون، و عقب ما عجبني جم واحد استوعبت ان الموقع مال ازياء رجاليه لوول كرهت نفسي...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;انا جني قاعده اتحجي بالبطييييييييييئ ولا انا يتراوالي؟ ولا عشان قاعده اكتب بطيئ؟ الله اعلم ... لا تطنزون!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;طبعا ماله داعي اقولكم تطوفوون البدليات الي ماراح يصير لها نهايه.. وعشان اونسكم انا ماراح اقرى الي قاعده اكتبه مره ثانيه عشان لا اعدل البدليات و انضحكم اشوي .. ترى الضحك زيين! و انا ادري بوستاتي كلها كئيبه، ماكو فايده ما اتغير.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;وانا شفيني كل مادخلت موقع ازياء طلع رجالي؟! ابي اشوف "اخر صرعات الموضه" صج يابوها صح لما سموها صرعات لوول من الي قام انشوفه..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;امس قعدت "اسمع" كتاب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;هالكتاب كان من زمان بخاطري اقراه بس مادري شلون ما قريته .... فذاك اليوم مادري شلون لقيته بكمبيوتري ... و حطيتع بالايفون و قعت اسمع .. تقريبا سمعت اكثر من ساعه منه و اهوا 3 ساعات ... صراحه طلع احسن من ماتوقعت بواااايد! عجبني مع ان انا مو من النوع الي يحب يقرا كتب "مساعدت الذات".. بس هاذا وايد حلو انصحكم فييه.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;بسي قرقه لوول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;لحظه: ترى ماجييك لا تدوروون بدليات لول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ولا اقولكم، تدرون شلون، اذا لقيتوا بدليه حطوها بالكومنتس خل نضحك لول –_-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2328678184791619144?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2328678184791619144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2328678184791619144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-26.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 26:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2030638860730560124</id><published>2010-09-04T23:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:33:00.062+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 25:</title><content type='html'>I spent my day downloading things off iTunes U, I think it’s really great to have this kind of access to all these educational stuff. I know we already have Youtube’s hub /edu, but iTunes U is more easily accessible and you can have the things you downloaded on your iPod, iPhone, or iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been downloading a lot of audio files, mostly because they are easier for me to handle and make sure i listen to them, in the car on when i’m waiting somewhere. They are barely longer than 10 minutes, that’s like, almost, the drive from home to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some podcast subscriptions, get news on the go, or merely tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have downloaded “Investigating Addiction”, “Surviving the 21st Century” and “Genetic Revolutions” from the Open University via iTunes U. And I cant wait to see what they’ll be talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Podcasts, I just downloaded the latest episodes from Quick and Dirty Tips (Whop, whop, whop, hold your mind right here, don’t let it go far :P) from their “House Call Doctor” and “Make it Green Girl”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really explore the world of itunes U, where education is really on the go. You know how much of a Pro-Education i&amp;nbsp; am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2030638860730560124?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2030638860730560124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2030638860730560124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-25.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 25:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2344521095634703407</id><published>2010-09-04T00:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:29:02.235+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan's Jar of Thoughts 24:</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m not the kind of person who likes to explain themselves. What so ever. At all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;#39;s why you see me doing things without explaining. Also, it&amp;#39;s another thing why i hate meeting new people. You&amp;#39;ll have to explain. How you act. What you eat. How you talk. How you deal with people or things. How you get your things done. I haven&amp;#39;t got all day to explain myself. I do what I do because i do what i do. And what makes it worse is curious people. They just love asking. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&amp;#39;t ask me, becuase I&amp;#39;m not going to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, i did it (anything) because i thought i should or that it&amp;#39;s better done this way. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah does not explain. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2344521095634703407?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2344521095634703407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2344521095634703407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-24.html' title='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts 24:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3820544567552800808</id><published>2010-09-02T22:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:48:57.685+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 23:</title><content type='html'>Calm like the sea, in the darkest of nights. Great like a tree of a 200 years. Witty like a malicious fox. Observant like a night owl, nothing passes those eyes. Fascinating like an orange sun set, promising an unforgettable night. Eye catching like a speedy car, racing through a mountains roads as the sun greets the planet. Charismatic like the colors of the rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3820544567552800808?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3820544567552800808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3820544567552800808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-23_02.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 23:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4336433623937544442</id><published>2010-09-02T00:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:47:40.245+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 22:</title><content type='html'>It’s my registration time at KU, so i’m passing my endless waiting time writing a post. This post might sound “all over the place” because i’ll break my thoughts every once in while to check if the page loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, (allah yaster &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience with the male specie, I live with 6 of them, i have realized how much males love to feed their egos. They love to show off, be admired, and get compliments. Believe me, more than girls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an absolute for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m having Koshari for suhoor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4336433623937544442?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4336433623937544442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4336433623937544442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-23.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 22:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-615458151078889708</id><published>2010-08-31T20:29:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:47:09.681+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 21:</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about how long it’s been since the last poem that I wrote, and how i loved the feeling of a freshly written poem. The &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/03/poems-long-time-no-write.html" target="_blank"&gt;last poem&lt;/a&gt; I wrote was posted here. And I have many in my little poems’ notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I missed writing them, I decided that I’d write one for today’s Jar of Thoughts. I made sure I write a happy one for a change. And happily i did! Even though I kind of ruined it at the last verse and wrote a sad ending, but what can I do, that’s my nature, so gloomy (hence: my blog theme :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is my latest poem, freshly out of my mind :D Though, it’s so happy I couldn’t find a title, can you help me come up with one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;Peace and serenity are all inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;however unusual and bizarre that might sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;Dreams and memories in the high sky glide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;so high they will not reach the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;The heart is overwhelmed and open wide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;as if its old love is now newfound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;Standing with an ever rising pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;blending in harmony with the surround.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;With a smile so bright alongside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1e1e1e;"&gt;I sit around waiting to be found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-615458151078889708?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/615458151078889708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/615458151078889708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-21.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 21:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6617180100123410431</id><published>2010-08-30T23:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:32:19.160+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thought’s 20:</title><content type='html'>10 Days left. They’ll fly by without you noticing. Grasp as much as you can from them, because they are indeed leaving and never coming back. And do feel sorry for the less fortunate who wont get the best out of them, mandatorily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little tired today, so I'll leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6617180100123410431?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6617180100123410431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6617180100123410431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-20.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thought’s 20:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8912655871129088175</id><published>2010-08-30T01:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:31:22.974+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G.O.'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 19:</title><content type='html'>“Opposite attracts.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a huge believer of this.. proverb, if I can call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, to me, people who are similar to me, with the same habits, way of thinking are boring. With nothing to impress me, funnily enough. While on the contrast, people who are completely different than me, in every aspect, attract me and could impress me more easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it this way, look at me and G.O.. I can count the things we are similar in with only one hand. Yeah, we are that different. She like politics and business, i love science and computers. She’s social and out going, I’m an introvert. She’s got confidence and courage, I’m as shy and cowardice as a chicken :P She likes soccer, I love shopping. The list can go on and on. There are even more major things like, say, our taste in boys :P Yet, despite all that, we are best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s just pretty amazing how people with nothing in common can get along so well. It is very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are people who believe just the opposite, they believe that you must have a lot in common in order to get along, and that, say, marrying someone who is close in personality, job and habits to you is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you stand on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry G.O. if I “7ashait feech” a little, your my strongest example :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8912655871129088175?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8912655871129088175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8912655871129088175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-19.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 19:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-9202398333655858572</id><published>2010-08-28T19:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:29:51.311+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 18:</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while I was arranging my book shelf, getting rid of old childish books that I have owned years back. And without noticing I found myself sitting and reading this old book i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THk5GVZy8bI/AAAAAAAAASk/IqlKUrc1QRE/s1600-h/betty%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="betty" border="0" height="423" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THk5HW3aZJI/AAAAAAAAASo/bH_jm_bu0UI/betty_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="betty" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I’m glad i did, because while I was reading, an idea hit me! Since I’ve always wanted to join a book club, and we know how that almost doesn’t exist in Kuwait (Except one that is held in Starbucks, that I’ve heard of a while ago, but I believe they read Arabic books only) why not start my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blessed to be surrounded with few friends who are rapid readers. I thought, maybe i should give it a try, start small, with my group of friends, and if things work out I’d expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started asking people of who would like to join a book club, and so far I have 6 members and two people who are known to be readers haven’t given me their answer yet. And actually, 6 is a really good starting number, because, from my readings, the minimum number of people to start a book club should be 3, and I’ve got double that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I’ve figured out times of meetings, how often we would meet, for how long, and the way of meeting. I thought that for starters, we’d meet online until i see that things are really working out and everyone is liking the book club, then we would move in to actually meeting in some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name; I have one in my mind that i think is fresh, easy and short, but I’m not sure yet. Readers, can you help come up with a name for my to be book club? Post your suggestion in the comment section, thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-9202398333655858572?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/9202398333655858572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/9202398333655858572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-18.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 18:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THk5HW3aZJI/AAAAAAAAASo/bH_jm_bu0UI/s72-c/betty_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7895100608937728554</id><published>2010-08-27T21:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:30:19.203+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 17:</title><content type='html'>HightLow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science GEEK is taking over today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is just awesome. And you know, once i graduate and get my Masters and Ph.D, i would be called a SCIENTIST. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, science now a days, or being GEEK, to be general, is the next cool thing :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah… (the future Scientist!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7895100608937728554?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7895100608937728554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7895100608937728554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-17.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 17:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5096090460649416396</id><published>2010-08-26T23:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:40:52.144+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 16:</title><content type='html'>When is this Ramadan going to be over… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so boring. I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days to go. Maybe 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5096090460649416396?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5096090460649416396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5096090460649416396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5096090460649416396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-16.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 16:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3223014580699794120</id><published>2010-08-26T03:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:29:02.942+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan's Jar of Thoughts 15:</title><content type='html'>I've read about this some where but i forgot. Right now, up in the sky, right next to the moon, that glistering star, that, my friend, is planet mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tomorrow "Planet Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. on Aug 27, 2010 at 12.30am. It will be like the Earth has two moons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;[UPDATE]: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Apparently that was a rumor, i'm not even sure that was mars up in the sky, "the shinning star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhan allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3223014580699794120?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3223014580699794120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3223014580699794120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3223014580699794120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-15.html' title='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts 15:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4413391940405146070</id><published>2010-08-25T01:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:19:11.486+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan's Jar of Thoughts 14:</title><content type='html'>I love shopping :P (thats so girly of me, i know) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, i love getting myself things, pretty things. Just spoiling myself. I deserve it :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4413391940405146070?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/4413391940405146070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4413391940405146070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4413391940405146070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-14.html' title='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts 14:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4742514855483389876</id><published>2010-08-23T22:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:37:33.781+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 13:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLLNmmCE3I/AAAAAAAAASI/chH7nOBGSHc/s1600-h/gergaian%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="gergaian" border="0" height="388" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLLOcxeEvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/BvgZuGMdwMM/gergaian_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="gergaian" width="634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow and the day after, Kuwaitis celebrate what we call “Gergaian” (I don’t know if i wrote that right) but I’m sure you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I celebrated it the real way, where you go knocking people’s doors asking for sweets, was when i was 11 years old. The years after that was the time when you were close to entering Teen age and you thought you were “old”. I used to think like “No, wai3, we're are not kids anymore, that's so kids stuff!” And I was so damn stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going “engargi3.” It was fun; walking around the neighborhood, getting into stupid fights with boys who are doing the same thing, and getting into races to see who reaches a certain house first, who rings the bell first, showing off the “cool” candy that we were lucky to get. Damn it, it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go now, all i get these years is those “posh” geraians delivered by car to my house. And those gergaian parties where all you do is sit there and watch while everyone takes turn in giving out gergaians to the kids and grown ups and then have dinner and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss gergaian’s spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4742514855483389876?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/4742514855483389876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4742514855483389876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4742514855483389876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-13.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 13:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/THLLOcxeEvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/BvgZuGMdwMM/s72-c/gergaian_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2166260092499774747</id><published>2010-08-22T23:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:02:51.105+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 12:</title><content type='html'>I need a scientific answer:&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans tend to sing while doing physical activities alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I’ve got a lot of time in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2166260092499774747?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2166260092499774747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2166260092499774747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2166260092499774747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-12.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 12:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5948004416087135740</id><published>2010-08-21T22:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:02:28.642+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 11:</title><content type='html'>I have only just recently noticed that i wash my hands too many times, that’s besides the time when i needed to. &lt;br /&gt;I’d be working on the computer, when i would just stop, go wash my hands and come back. For no reason!&lt;br /&gt;Now that i noticed, i remember when i was in college, sometimes i can’t wait for the class to end, why? To go wash my hands. Sometimes i excuse myself from class for few minutes to wash them.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don’t know why, i just get the urge to do it. I’d like to calculate how many times a day i wash my hands for besides the obvious normal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, pickles is my new obsession!&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my favorite jar. I don’t like the small ones, the big ones taste better, they are so good. I even snack on them. God, I'm craving one right now, wait, *a minute later/ having a pickle*. Try eating it shopped with Kitko Nice’s salt flavored chips or nachos instead of pickled jalapenos. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5948004416087135740?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5948004416087135740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5948004416087135740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5948004416087135740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-11.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 11:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2326305992053334028</id><published>2010-08-20T21:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:02:11.469+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G.O.'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 10:</title><content type='html'>Remember in my &lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-9.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; i mentioned that i felt like cooking?&lt;br /&gt;I did, me and G.O., made perhaps the best homemade grilled chicken sandwiches ever. They were so damn delicious. At least i know mine was, you see, we made two different versions of it, according to what we felt like eating, and because me and G.O. have different taste with food, and a lot of things. I’m more braver with food than she is, heck she still orders a margarita pizza, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but its so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Without further due, here are the sandwiches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:6cb016e1-0a34-43b4-91be-7de6bc318ff8" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MACG0mvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8HN4MGO2XyY/CIMG3052-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" rel="thumbnail" title="This is G.O.'s sandwich."&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MCRKsalI/AAAAAAAAARs/jfeTI6hRg9A/CIMG3052%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:03e00d58-3a0a-4025-9b0d-3f1604161378" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MDydlC9I/AAAAAAAAARw/gx3JFf2Av9I/CIMG3057-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" rel="thumbnail" title="This is my sandwich."&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MHlhiVwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MP8rKgDbqMI/CIMG3057%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can see that mine has less chicken, you know why? BECAUSE G.O. STOLE ALL THE CHICKEN IN HER TWO LAYERED SANDWICH. So inconsiderate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:7c9856d9-aa39-4552-adc8-8e1cf48ec313" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MIQt-n2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9KLl-uyaBms/CIMG3059-8x6.jpg?imgmax=800" rel="thumbnail" title="This is my plate :D"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MKjO6vpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ixBzYkqqmA0/CIMG3059%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope no one reads this while fasting, because they were really DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. its not like i cooked, i used the leftover grilled chicken from Futoor (that i did indeed cook :D) and we just assembled them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2326305992053334028?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/2326305992053334028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2326305992053334028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2326305992053334028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-10.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 10:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG7MCRKsalI/AAAAAAAAARs/jfeTI6hRg9A/s72-c/CIMG3052%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6383729254032665186</id><published>2010-08-19T23:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:20:03.846+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G.O.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Re: Sonic Drawing: Take 2:</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Original posts by Photon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/2010/08/sonic-drawing/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; and by me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-sonic-drawing.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend G.O. wanted to give it a go, she’s a good graffiti artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s her attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2RXAFq3tI/AAAAAAAAARg/B7xK43RG15A/s1600-h/CIMG3051%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG3051" border="0" height="427" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2RXugHoBI/AAAAAAAAARk/AFwbz7S2oL4/CIMG3051_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="CIMG3051" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still, &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGlPtpz1oZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1r5KcafTPgA/s1600-h/CIMG30335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;mine&lt;/a&gt; is better &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; (My blog, my rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6383729254032665186?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6383729254032665186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-sonic-drawing-take-2.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6383729254032665186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6383729254032665186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-sonic-drawing-take-2.html' title='Re: Sonic Drawing: Take 2:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2RXugHoBI/AAAAAAAAARk/AFwbz7S2oL4/s72-c/CIMG3051_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2071901970619543665</id><published>2010-08-19T23:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:18:46.156+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 9:</title><content type='html'>My best friend is here, Though she’s busy sketching. I love having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of cooking something, but i don’t know what. Eating junk food at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of junk food, what's life without them? They are real food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see a happy picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2Pkwj972I/AAAAAAAAARY/ST13i7kYG7w/s1600-h/junk%20food%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="junk food" border="0" height="349" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2PlqQEgiI/AAAAAAAAARc/fldqcj-y3pI/junk%20food_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="junk food" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of G.O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture automatically makes you H-A-P-P-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2071901970619543665?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2071901970619543665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2071901970619543665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-9.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 9:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TG2PlqQEgiI/AAAAAAAAARc/fldqcj-y3pI/s72-c/junk%20food_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4215179634961413502</id><published>2010-08-19T23:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:18:09.488+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 8":</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how it slipped off my mind to write a new post yesterday. I just simply forgot, and only remembered today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how a very important thing just slips of your mind, just like that. It happens, while it shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;The more importance you give something, the more likely you’d remember it. Yet, there comes those days where you just “forget.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine forgetting your, say, best friend’s birthday. Of course, you don’t mean to, but it just SLIPPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4215179634961413502?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4215179634961413502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4215179634961413502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-8.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 8&amp;quot;:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8114166706569118883</id><published>2010-08-17T22:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:33:18.944+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 7:</title><content type='html'>They always talk about how to know if you are in love, how’d you feel and all that, but not once did they talk about how to know if what you’re doing is truly what you want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who have a choice in choosing their future career, how do they know this is really what they wan to do for the rest of their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, sometimes, think whether i choose the right career path. Whether this is want i really like and want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, how do you know your dream is worth fighting for? You might have been carried away and it might turns out not how you imagined or not of your liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8114166706569118883?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8114166706569118883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8114166706569118883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-7.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 7:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-2678798385736583367</id><published>2010-08-16T22:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:15:31.431+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 6:</title><content type='html'>I’m an ignorant child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they’d invent a pill or a drink that promotes someone’s caring feelings. A pill that would make you care more. About people, about friends, about family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I don’t care. I wish i did. I want to be just full of care for anyone and everyone. And what’s worse is that I can’t even fake caring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll add that wish into my future to-do list, next to my “Ramadan’s Timed Caffeine Pill.” Since I’m a Biologist, i might be able to create one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-2678798385736583367?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2678798385736583367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/2678798385736583367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-6.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 6:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5621519285755136854</id><published>2010-08-16T17:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:06:40.376+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Re: Sonic Drawing:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Photon&lt;/a&gt; has challenged everyone in his last post to try to draw Sonic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here’s my attempt, but first I must state that I’m an awful sketcher and painter, and that I drew that by just looking at he final result and didn’t follow the tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s My first sonic sketch ever! (Don’t laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGlPtpz1oZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1r5KcafTPgA/s1600-h/CIMG30335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG3033" border="0" height="428" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGlPukfNuWI/AAAAAAAAARU/fD2MT2puwAw/CIMG3033_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="CIMG3033" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got the date wrong, it supposed to be Aug 16th not 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, try it and make sure you leave a comment in &lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/2010/08/sonic-drawing/" target="_blank"&gt;Photon’s blog&lt;/a&gt;, where he also posted a tutorial of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for one thing that &lt;a href="http://graveoflove.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GraveOfLove&lt;/a&gt; is a good sketcher. I challenge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5621519285755136854?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5621519285755136854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-sonic-drawing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5621519285755136854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5621519285755136854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-sonic-drawing.html' title='Re: Sonic Drawing:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGlPukfNuWI/AAAAAAAAARU/fD2MT2puwAw/s72-c/CIMG3033_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7575607768958997301</id><published>2010-08-16T00:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:59:04.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 5:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter how close we are, there are some lines that shouldn’t be crossed. No matter how long we have known each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The way you talk to me. I don’t accept any other way but a respectful way. Some may call me strict, closed minded, but that’s the way I am. You can never treat me in any other way but a respectful one. Especially when talking to me. You might be just joking and just fooling around, but even still, I wont allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's the way I am. Treat me in no less way than the way i treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7575607768958997301?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7575607768958997301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7575607768958997301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-5.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 5:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1493940712866869704</id><published>2010-08-14T21:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:56:58.160+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 4:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmOSVN0bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7rh3LD6d8a0/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" height="264" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmPegrqiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cE6UqwH0F6w/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching Arabic TV shows since i was perhaps 11 years old. They stopped to be real, a was full of nonsense. Especially in Ramadan. Yet this Ramadan, i saw something good; &lt;a href="http://www.watan.tv/ShowDetails.aspx?showid=92" target="_blank"&gt;Saher Ellail.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show takes place in the 70’s, a time I wish I was born in (or the 80’s, those were The times). Anyways, it talks about the usual, 3 families from different social classes and their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what attracted me in the show. I like the settings, the cars, the cloths, the houses, the way they talk, their food and drinks, the people, their morals and lifestyle. Everything seems real, they have done a good job making it. It takes you back in time, takes me back to a time i wasn’t born in but wish i was so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take you back in time where love was pure. Where love existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take you back to the real world, rather than the materialistic world we are living in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1493940712866869704?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1493940712866869704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1493940712866869704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-4.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 4:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmPegrqiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cE6UqwH0F6w/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7210321899451628499</id><published>2010-08-13T18:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:55:04.332+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 3:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmgsZ-2RI/AAAAAAAAARA/tYK9UERA4JM/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmhjztNxI/AAAAAAAAARE/QZHiNFM9JMs/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know what other thing I envy in people? Their love for cooking.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to cook, I have no patience for it, I don't know it, and I think its a waste of efforts and time, since you can always make yourself a cheese sandwich in 2 minutes.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don’t mind people cooking for me :P    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to women, Ramadan’s the time to show your cooking skills, I have none. The look on people’s face when they try something new and tasty for the first time is priceless. Especially after a long day of fasting and starvation. I’d love to get that look, but I don't have the qualifications.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to make a pasta, out of my imagination. Things went smoothly, and the pasta looks good so far. We’ll just have to wait for the Athan to know how it tastes.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I’d also like to be able to bake/make the best cheesecakes, I mean, who doesn’t like cheesecakes?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I’ll try it sometime.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;One last thing about my cooking skills to keep in mind is that, I can never make the same thing twice. I cook it the first time, and its delicious, but I can never make it right again. Ever.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7210321899451628499?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7210321899451628499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7210321899451628499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-3.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 3:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmhjztNxI/AAAAAAAAARE/QZHiNFM9JMs/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4465830816737207010</id><published>2010-08-12T21:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:54:29.309+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 2:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmX8im0MI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qGrGitkpCOA/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmY4LcXoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RS2jE7i_srY/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; You know what’s funny? Being mean!   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;My brothers have always taken it as a daily habit to make fun of me. It has been going on for as long as i can remember. They are boys, and that’s what boys do; make fun of girls. They just like to feed their egos that way. And by now I have gotten used to it. They come make fun of me and go, and i just sit there, I do as we say “اعطيعهم على قد عقلهم”. Because nothing of what they say is relevant. Though, i must admit, most of the time its hilarious. So what's a good laugh here and there, even of it’s about me?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Yet, lately, I have turned the table! I’ve been constantly making fun of them and teasing them. Thanks to my good observation, I have really made them rethink teasing me. Haha, poor things, before they start teasing me i would have won them over by a whole round.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I keep calling one of my brothers “Yal jaikar” meaning Ugly, and manage to turn every conversation we start into him being ugly, haha. Even though, to be fare, he’s not ugly. It’s just so funny putting their self esteem to the ground. Making them pay for all those years of making fun of me.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I’m currently enjoying it with a little guilt, don’t know when I’d decided its enough, though not any time soon I assure you!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4465830816737207010?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4465830816737207010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4465830816737207010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-2.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 2:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmY4LcXoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RS2jE7i_srY/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-934463247785030478</id><published>2010-08-12T00:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:55:44.434+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 1:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmqXt2QeI/AAAAAAAAARI/py2Xo7KQ5xs/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmrRV9CDI/AAAAAAAAARM/_mToz-ahUgg/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Late, i know :P   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You know, I never really liked Ramadan. I don’t know why. I really envy those who adore it.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;First day went with nothing mentionable. We did the usuals. Bleh.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow i will start liking Ramadan, you never know. I really would like to..    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-934463247785030478?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/934463247785030478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/934463247785030478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts-1.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts 1:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGbmrRV9CDI/AAAAAAAAARM/_mToz-ahUgg/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6397749150565832497</id><published>2010-08-10T16:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:56:50.545+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan&apos;s Jar of Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGFYHk1YftI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hjkEKW_mlgI/s1600-h/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ramadans jar of thoughts" border="0" height="382" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGFYIxJHNtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y6LlA51wsV8/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Ramadans jar of thoughts" width="549" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HighLow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have abandoned my blog, and I feel guilty. Every time I decided to “write” a new post, I go black, nothing in mind. So I just posted pictures and little comments on them, to keep it alive, but i know it wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as a way to give back to my Sanctuary, I have come with an idea for Ramadan. It’s called:&lt;br /&gt;“Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I’d post a new entry every single day of Ramadan for 30 days (That if not 29). Write about anything. Anything. I’d also have the comments “off” for these posts, mainly because this some how makes me write more freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited to see what’s on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6397749150565832497?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6397749150565832497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6397749150565832497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6397749150565832497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadans-jar-of-thoughts.html' title='Ramadan’s Jar of Thoughts:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TGFYIxJHNtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y6LlA51wsV8/s72-c/Ramadans%20jar%20of%20thoughts_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6266118006210575987</id><published>2010-08-05T12:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:00:31.803+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Tumblr:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TFqK-OmqW9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/zX8w4kTkhFQ/s1600-h/tumblr%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" border="0" height="386" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TFqK_et-f1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNRtsHPPnFw/tumblr_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="tumblr" width="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.Tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; lately, its a web blogging service which seem pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m considering moving my blog to tumblr, but first I’ve a lot of reading to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never read a blog on tumblr and know no one who have used it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks you “whoever” recommended it for me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6266118006210575987?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6266118006210575987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6266118006210575987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6266118006210575987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TFqK_et-f1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/TNRtsHPPnFw/s72-c/tumblr_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6281398560903278283</id><published>2010-07-27T18:50:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:54:44.560+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag (Untitled):</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TE8AMZaWuWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TcdGb0h7aYw/s1600-h/tag%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="tag" border="0" height="206" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TE8ANBJm3tI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5Tx1CwePUeg/tag_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="tag" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: This is a long post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Tags are slowly coming back to life again, don’t you think?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was tagged by Mr. M. McAwesome (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TheMCode&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten how’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars? &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a prominent scar. (Yes, I’m boring.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? &lt;br /&gt;Three celebrations. One dinner with my best friend, one lunch with sister, and a dinner with mum and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you’ve grown up when your birthday celebrations consist of boring dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;A little on the edge. And a little worried.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How did your night go last night? &lt;br /&gt;Smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did you do in high school? &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t like high school, not even for one second. Even though I had good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Grade-wise? I wish I can go back and change that. I know I can do way much better than That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? &lt;br /&gt;Um……. I’m wearing a PJ that my mum got me, so i don’t think this applies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? &lt;br /&gt;Not on regular basis. Sometimes everyday, sometimes weeks pass without seeing any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money did you spend last month? &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t keep track, but it must be +180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;+23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, for the first time, the suffix “teen” wont be included.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nine what’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your mother’s name? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yuma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;You had to ask about this boring weekend? I wish you asked about the one before. Anyways, I studied for my midterm. I’m a good soul, remember? Not the entire weekend…. Well OK, the entire weekend. (Go on, keep making me feel like a no life-er.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Being the soloist I am. If I stopped being that, everything will get messed up. I will be messed up. It happened a couple of times before. I just doesn’t work that way for me. It has to stay this way. I guess too much human interactions get to me deep. &lt;br /&gt;Coffee, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing? &lt;br /&gt;Watching a freakingly good movie? I don’t know, though on the contrast, i must be studying instead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you last cry over? &lt;br /&gt;A movie? The Last Song, I didn’t “cry”, i just teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? &lt;br /&gt;Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;The ability to understand me? I’m too simple to the point people can’t sink to that level of simplicity so they automatically label me complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. I don’t look at specific details, i look at the entire package. They are mainly humans, if you looked too deep they would appear ugly.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you worried about?    &lt;br /&gt;Disappointing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;Coffee and Fico’s Sweet and Sour. (Not a breakfast person, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight you’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;Before i knew that, possible. But definitely not after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? &lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been out of the country? &lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I stole a car when i was 17 and went to “massira” in it with my friends. The idea is all mine. Of course, i brought it back, and its a relative’s car. So its not stealing, is it? No one knew, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret it not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so. Not that I remember. I keep my distance, that’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you?    &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? &lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven who’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw? &lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted? &lt;br /&gt;G.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with? &lt;br /&gt;Bosha.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you? &lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you last hug? &lt;br /&gt;Baroue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the last person who texted you? &lt;br /&gt;G.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? &lt;br /&gt;It must be G.O., but i don’t really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six where’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where does your best friend(s) live? &lt;br /&gt;Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you last go? &lt;br /&gt;College. (No life-er, rememeber?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you last hang out? &lt;br /&gt;College Cafeteria. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you go to school? &lt;br /&gt;Kuwait University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be? &lt;br /&gt;“6”. Some will get it, some wont. Let’s just say its a some kind of a hallway/bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night? &lt;br /&gt;Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five do’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we’re not done yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think anyone likes you? &lt;br /&gt;I surely hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know the muffin man? &lt;br /&gt;Haven’t had the honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does the future scare you? &lt;br /&gt;No. If i managed to keep it together till this point, I'm sure I'll keep it together till later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your parents know about your blog? &lt;br /&gt;No. Why would they need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four why’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friends? &lt;br /&gt;She’s great. I don’t need to explain myself to her whatsoever. She takes me as i am. Accepts me for the weird, stupid, secretive, schizophrenic person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did you get into Blogging? &lt;br /&gt;I like to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? &lt;br /&gt;It’s my grandmother’s name. I didn’t ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey? &lt;br /&gt;I was tagged. And maybe because i want to help bring back tags into the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three if’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God, this thing goes on forever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Read minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? &lt;br /&gt;My high school final GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? &lt;br /&gt;The internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two would-you-ever’s:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? &lt;br /&gt;If the reason we first broke up for isn’t HUGE, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? &lt;br /&gt;Yes. It’d grow back, wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One last question:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now? &lt;br /&gt;Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’d like to thank &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. M. McAwesome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; for tagging me, and drag &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; into this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;, you’ve been TAGGED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6281398560903278283?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6281398560903278283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tag-untitled.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6281398560903278283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6281398560903278283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/tag-untitled.html' title='Tag (Untitled):'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TE8ANBJm3tI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5Tx1CwePUeg/s72-c/tag_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-6299510710090906221</id><published>2010-07-22T15:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:46:08.910+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #13 :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEg9SPptTXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/un6bZs3_GsY/s1600-h/IMG_0441%5B1%5D%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0441[1]" border="0" height="370" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEg9TC1lydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/L05A91tCrzg/IMG_0441%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="IMG_0441[1]" width="613" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what would happen if I brought a huge bucket and emptied all of these in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to help me find out ;) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken in Organic Chemistry laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-6299510710090906221?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/6299510710090906221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-and-some-words-13.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6299510710090906221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/6299510710090906221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-and-some-words-13.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #13 :'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEg9TC1lydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/L05A91tCrzg/s72-c/IMG_0441%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8135079827072969521</id><published>2010-07-16T14:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:26:34.259+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Babysitting:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEBBMrSRV4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/h_Wws4OyQ_w/s1600-h/babysitting%5B9%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="babysitting" border="0" height="374" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEBBNYtETII/AAAAAAAAAQM/1QKv86PjHc8/babysitting_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="babysitting" width="581" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some kids get a summer job to earn some money, gain experience and have some fun? Well, I don’t have to. My job is right there waiting for me to just finish school. I babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer my sister goes on traveling and leave her kids for me to babysit. Of course i do that for a price. I know, i know, I'm such a great person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this year, it doesn't seem to work. I don’t want to do that anymore. Perhaps because I've got summer course to worry about or something. But i just want to quit. My baby sitting days are over! Though its a bit too late to say that, because currently speaking, my sister is already in Switzerland and i have her kids over here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience, techniques and will power that i was famous for aren’t working anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she comes back, I'm asking for a double charge. And with that i will say Goodbye to my babysitting days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8135079827072969521?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8135079827072969521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/babysitting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8135079827072969521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8135079827072969521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TEBBNYtETII/AAAAAAAAAQM/1QKv86PjHc8/s72-c/babysitting_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1654818506887285423</id><published>2010-07-13T21:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:47:53.126+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Fear Of Failing:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDy0cOrCinI/AAAAAAAAAQA/54WvnDxbF88/s1600-h/fear%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="fear" border="0" height="408" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDy0dJhueYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hGqYpTq01AA/fear_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="fear" width="616" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………….is creeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1654818506887285423?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1654818506887285423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/fear-of-failing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1654818506887285423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1654818506887285423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/fear-of-failing.html' title='Fear Of Failing:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDy0dJhueYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hGqYpTq01AA/s72-c/fear_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3953050364894862554</id><published>2010-07-08T17:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:06:33.292+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note to Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>What’s Happening:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDXa5MeiHrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xlrkfnteA9I/s1600-h/Brown_cup_of_coffee%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Brown_cup_of_coffee" border="0" height="306" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDXa6PO89JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RVHjX5NRcoE/Brown_cup_of_coffee_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Brown_cup_of_coffee" width="567" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lets chit chat a little, shall we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been taking things pretty slowly, taking my time in everything. Sometimes, even doing things slower than i should. Just stopping and smelling the flowers. Mainly because, i don’t really want to miss a thing. Nothing is worse than regretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 weeks ago, I&amp;nbsp; started summer course, its better than i thought. I could say its nice. Its just as any other semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m reconnecting with a dear friend whom college had made us less attached. We used to see each other everyday, but after college started, i saw her once or twice a week for a little while. It feels great to have her back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If i have to priest you, I'd have to say that you &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; look for the beauty in &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. Every little thing. let it be a good or a bad thing. It is there. There’s always a bright side. And if there isn’t, well, adjust your view. Zoom out, change view, zoom in, focus. &lt;b&gt;Adjust yourself&lt;/b&gt;. Change yourself if you had to. It is hard. Very hard sometimes. But &lt;b&gt;not impossible&lt;/b&gt;. This is from my own experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I honestly don’t know why I'm saying this, but maybe its a reminder for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enough chit chatting for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3953050364894862554?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3953050364894862554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-happening.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3953050364894862554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3953050364894862554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-happening.html' title='What’s Happening:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TDXa6PO89JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RVHjX5NRcoE/s72-c/Brown_cup_of_coffee_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1749878528204828872</id><published>2010-07-03T16:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:38:00.917+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #12:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88JIR46VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fBeI830yg1A/s1600-h/IMG_0404%5B1%5D%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0404[1]" border="0" height="312" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88KCIlR4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/EKAUMB_VJrg/IMG_0404%5B1%5D_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0404[1]" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88LbH5tyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OoH_v3llmLM/s1600-h/IMG_0402%5B1%5D%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0402[1]" border="0" height="242" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88MA_rrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/v46yja2_ETA/IMG_0402%5B1%5D_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0402[1]" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite thing. I “borrowed” this stamper from my nephew. This grumpy little face is basically my face when I”m grumpy (well, OK, minus the purple color and gender.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be stamping whatever near me from now on! *stamp, stamp, stamp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88NSgXonI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VlMJK_Mry9A/s1600-h/IMG_0403%5B1%5D%5B19%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0403[1]" border="0" height="251" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88OX0atXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sILSXN2gcZI/IMG_0403%5B1%5D_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0403[1]" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1749878528204828872?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1749878528204828872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-and-some-words-12.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1749878528204828872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1749878528204828872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-and-some-words-12.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #12:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TC88KCIlR4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/EKAUMB_VJrg/s72-c/IMG_0404%5B1%5D_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-686321684502551368</id><published>2010-06-24T20:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:17:33.625+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socializing'/><title type='text'>Losing A Lot of People:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TCOR673NOgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SfXibtajSks/s1600-h/missing%20%282%29%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="missing (2)" border="0" height="265" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TCOR8iI4bDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/P2zsNJuE4kA/missing%20%282%29_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="missing (2)" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, all of a sudden, I'm starting to lose a lot of people that I have met recently or a long time ago. Usually, when I meet a new person, and we get along fine, our relationship, whatever it is, lasts for at least 2 years or so, if not more. But these past few months, I have been losing many of the people I have met whether recently or sometime ago. And here, I don't mean just two or three persons, but more. Off the top of my head I can name 8, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I must note, that by losing, I don't mean the bad interpretation; over a misunderstanding, for example. But I mean that life gets in the way and I don't see much of them anymore. This is the main reason in most of the cases, which makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly losing people because of “Life” is just …. not nice. I don’t lose people often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am currently missing a lot of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in the end, I guess this is how things work in real life, since of lately, I'm becoming more and more open and social. So I reckon this is normal. I should get used to it. Even though I'd rather keep them for a longer time. Perhaps this is why memories are considered a precious thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-686321684502551368?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/686321684502551368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/losing-lot-of-people.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/686321684502551368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/686321684502551368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/losing-lot-of-people.html' title='Losing A Lot of People:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TCOR8iI4bDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/P2zsNJuE4kA/s72-c/missing%20%282%29_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7652334998007433603</id><published>2010-06-21T19:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:08:24.546+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>A Dream #2:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TB-N8xgpZiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mMZrkzEBWTI/s1600-h/CIMG2940%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG2940" border="0" height="375" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TB-N-MjIVbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N5JqvwvlIHM/CIMG2940_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="CIMG2940" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picturing my name featured in a book like this after…….. say 100 years?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7652334998007433603?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7652334998007433603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7652334998007433603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7652334998007433603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-2.html' title='A Dream #2:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TB-N-MjIVbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N5JqvwvlIHM/s72-c/CIMG2940_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3650969579401336444</id><published>2010-06-18T16:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:45:38.273+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Proud:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBt3-gE3H8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/O5Nc0ON_i-U/s1600-h/proud27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Copperplate Gothic Bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="proud 2" border="0" height="396" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBt4ABebayI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VyBAErC04xM/proud2_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="proud 2" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Copperplate Gothic Bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am very &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fac205;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did it! All on my own. I sat a goal and I nailed it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Regardless of the sad fact that I had &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt; supporting me all the way, and i have &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt; whose&lt;i&gt; truly&lt;/i&gt; proud of me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since i did it on my own, i might as well be proud on my own, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Copperplate Gothic Bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3650969579401336444?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3650969579401336444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/proud.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3650969579401336444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3650969579401336444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/proud.html' title='Proud:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBt4ABebayI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VyBAErC04xM/s72-c/proud2_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1756577451725735874</id><published>2010-06-16T15:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:53:55.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #11:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBjIduZsE0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/8wD3kIJluXk/s1600-h/lkjvd%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="I drew this on April 13th, 09 in maths class, while i was singing &amp;quot;bolevaurd of broken dreams&amp;quot; by Green Day. This is my first attimt to sketch." border="0" height="338" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBjIfff7yHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QkaKJNECgDo/lkjvd_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I drew this on April 13th, 09 in maths class, while i was singing &amp;quot;bolevaurd of broken dreams&amp;quot; by Green Day. This is my first attimt to sketch." width="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swear, I’m better off on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s my nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1756577451725735874?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1756577451725735874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures-and-some-words-11.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1756577451725735874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1756577451725735874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures-and-some-words-11.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #11:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBjIfff7yHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QkaKJNECgDo/s72-c/lkjvd_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8677300677466266495</id><published>2010-06-13T11:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:15:07.539+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>College Year 2009-2010:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBSSHmds_UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tmJcAYkk6vI/s1600-h/Photo0143%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo0143" border="0" height="325" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBSSIxls6DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5ySN9qvzDn0/Photo0143_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Photo0143" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I finished my first year of college. It all has gone by rather quickly, but they say the time you enjoy flies by faster, so I guess that’s why. Looking back, &lt;b&gt;what a year!&lt;/b&gt; It hadn’t really changed me much, only perhaps in some few aspects. But it was a time I enjoyed being me. I learned a lot of things; I’ve improved things in me. Most notably, I became a &lt;b&gt;Nerd&lt;/b&gt;, literally. I can’t deny it anymore, it’s all over my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d have to say though, I really enjoyed my &lt;b&gt;second course&lt;/b&gt; more than the first one. Though, in the &lt;b&gt;first one&lt;/b&gt;, I experienced something huge and amazing for the very first time. Even though this &lt;b&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt; was, and perhaps is still, a source of pain for a long time, I can’t bring myself to regret it. Can I say I was somehow blessed that I experienced it? Can you be blessed for something that was so beautiful, yet it brought back endless agonies afterwards? Can you still call that a bless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I mean, things are never meant to last, right? Things bound to end now or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyhow, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This course&lt;/b&gt;, I enjoyed my time with no worries whatsoever, I did what I wanted when I wanted. I appreciated my work and myself. Most importantly, I lived with &lt;b&gt;no expectations&lt;/b&gt;. That made a lot of things easier for me. I, simply, &lt;b&gt;stopped caring&lt;/b&gt;, worked harder, enjoyed my time harder. I &lt;b&gt;didn’t look at tomorrow, and totally forgot yesterday&lt;/b&gt;. If you knew me, you would know that the last sentence probably my one and only source of anguish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This course&lt;/b&gt;, things went smoother, with lots of laughs. &lt;b&gt;Last course&lt;/b&gt;, was the peak of my happiness, and the gloomiest of my depressions. Does that make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to admit, i haven’t really made any new friends. I didn’t even try. I don’t think i needed to. &lt;b&gt;My current friends are everything i need&lt;/b&gt;, even though we live in total different colleges and worlds, but hey, only a hallway separates us! I think this is the way its going to be for a while, you know me, &lt;b&gt;the Soloist&lt;/b&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;College year 2009-2010, &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One last word; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;live with your highest self-expectations, and no expectations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8677300677466266495?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8677300677466266495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-year-2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8677300677466266495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8677300677466266495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-year-2009-2010.html' title='College Year 2009-2010:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TBSSIxls6DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5ySN9qvzDn0/s72-c/Photo0143_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7206557058457157887</id><published>2010-06-07T21:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:13:07.428+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note to Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>Learn; For No Reason:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TA00Bxc-MrI/AAAAAAAAANw/h7JTYTBic00/s1600-h/knowledgeispowerlicenseplateweb%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="knowledgeispowerlicenseplateweb" border="0" height="263" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TA00Dk5dUSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2EdaRpClvWc/knowledgeispowerlicenseplateweb_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="knowledgeispowerlicenseplateweb" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been taught through the years to only learn when there’s a reason. In school, we were taught that we must study and learn the curriculum because we will be tested on it. Not because it is important to learn. And this goes on for 12 years until we get used to the fact “We learn, because we must.” The same goes for college education, we study hard in order to get a degree. Not because it is important to Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became used to this idea to the point that we think learning, just for the sake of increasing ones knowledge, is worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General knowledge is missing these days. Learning to expand your knowledge is considered a waste of time. We are used to this idea, it just sank too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that we should learn to achieve a degree, but the more you learn the bigger you capacity to learn more will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is; learning, in general, shouldn’t be restricted to a reason. Pick a subject you are interested in and start learning, it has never been any easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn for no reason, expand that mind of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s an amazing Youtube video that i favorited long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDfew0YcDTo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDfew0YcDTo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7206557058457157887?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7206557058457157887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/learn-for-no-reason.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7206557058457157887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7206557058457157887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/learn-for-no-reason.html' title='Learn; For No Reason:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TA00Dk5dUSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2EdaRpClvWc/s72-c/knowledgeispowerlicenseplateweb_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3168431047747008748</id><published>2010-06-05T21:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:09:30.575+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Imagine, With No Boundaries:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TAqUICCawxI/AAAAAAAAANo/zodqBD-QFp8/s1600-h/Da-Vinci-Airplane%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Da-Vinci-Airplane" border="0" height="336" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TAqUKa430nI/AAAAAAAAANs/p8ncHTOSHys/Da-Vinci-Airplane_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="Da-Vinci-Airplane" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Leonardo DaVinci presented his air craft model not until 400 years later did man became able to fly. Think about this. What sounded so absurd before, became a day to day regularity now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, whatever idea we think of as pure madness, might become something so usual in God knows how many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on moon? Travelling with the speed of light? Living in a more than 3 dimensions world (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/String_theory" target="_blank"&gt;String Theory&lt;/a&gt;)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this quick post is mainly to encourage you to Dream, Imagine, Think, no matter how idiotic or illogical it might sound to others and even to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3168431047747008748?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3168431047747008748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagine-with-no-boundaries.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3168431047747008748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3168431047747008748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagine-with-no-boundaries.html' title='Imagine, With No Boundaries:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/TAqUKa430nI/AAAAAAAAANs/p8ncHTOSHys/s72-c/Da-Vinci-Airplane_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-7617563186843287766</id><published>2010-06-03T23:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:29:11.374+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Never Do The Same Thing Twice:</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;EDIT: This was supposed to be a draft, but apprently it made its way here somehow..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never make the same thing right twice! I make it amazing once,  &lt;br /&gt;and then never again.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time i made the most AMAZING oreo cheese cake, and when  &lt;br /&gt;i tried to make it again it was :X&lt;br /&gt;The same happened to my Dates cheese cake. When i first made it, it was so good people kept asking  &lt;br /&gt;me how i made it. And next time i made it, guess what? It was :X&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for exams and school. I would ace a test JUST ONCE! never  &lt;br /&gt;again. Even with solving problems i solev it once RIGHT by myself with  &lt;br /&gt;no help. But when i try to solve it again later on, i solve it wrong o.O&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-7617563186843287766?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/7617563186843287766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-do-same-thing-twice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7617563186843287766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/7617563186843287766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-do-same-thing-twice.html' title='Never Do The Same Thing Twice:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-4700588672464036686</id><published>2010-06-03T23:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:12:30.286+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #10:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_GVZF58i6I/AAAAAAAAANI/zNAGU6uhsdc/s1600/photo-720839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472319280546352034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_GVZF58i6I/AAAAAAAAANI/zNAGU6uhsdc/s320/photo-720839.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that? A space shuttle? Looks like it. Though, good job hiding it behind that table, I wouldn't have noticed!&lt;br /&gt;What do you reckon they plan to do/did with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry the picture isn’t that clear, you know how crappy iPhone camera is :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-4700588672464036686?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/4700588672464036686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-and-some-words-10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4700588672464036686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/4700588672464036686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-and-some-words-10.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #10:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_GVZF58i6I/AAAAAAAAANI/zNAGU6uhsdc/s72-c/photo-720839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1906575318372835168</id><published>2010-05-26T21:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:09:28.569+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t written a proper post in quite sometime. It’s just I'm not feeling like myself lately. I’m going through, what i call, a “Transition Phase.” Its the phase i go through before i change to something else. The phase where everything around me and within me seems strange. The things i love and hate. I know i sound like a snake before shedding its skin, but whatever. I’ll be back to normal before long.&lt;br /&gt;Though i must say, I'm enjoying myself these days, even though this is not the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1906575318372835168?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1906575318372835168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1906575318372835168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1906575318372835168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5324081852054710899</id><published>2010-05-24T19:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:57:50.224+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #9:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_qvOlz0LfI/AAAAAAAAANg/whg30RjwUA0/s1600-h/CIMG2172%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG2172" border="0" height="403" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_qvPtGJ6OI/AAAAAAAAANk/lIuMpHkrwCk/CIMG2172_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="CIMG2172" width="531" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this exactly one year ago on my friend's door, it says “F6ooma I’m 18,&amp;nbsp; can you believe it?! !!@_@!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what i’d say now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5324081852054710899?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5324081852054710899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-and-some-words-9.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5324081852054710899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5324081852054710899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-and-some-words-9.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #9:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_qvPtGJ6OI/AAAAAAAAANk/lIuMpHkrwCk/s72-c/CIMG2172_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-8409453750632729611</id><published>2010-05-23T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:00:01.890+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>19:</title><content type='html'>“19 (nineteen) is the natural number following 18 and preceding 20. It is a prime number.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e_w61bydI/AAAAAAAAANY/iFjz9Fhh64o/s1600-h/19%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="19" border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e_yap-1nI/AAAAAAAAANc/tQqNW7cWppw/19_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="19" width="531" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-8409453750632729611?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/8409453750632729611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/19.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8409453750632729611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/8409453750632729611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/19.html' title='19:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e_yap-1nI/AAAAAAAAANc/tQqNW7cWppw/s72-c/19_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-5935316510649456635</id><published>2010-05-22T14:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:30:53.003+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>1 day:</title><content type='html'>Just 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e9pwymH0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/chJJQdbefio/s1600-h/one%20day%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="one day" border="0" height="374" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e9rnm4Q5I/AAAAAAAAANU/_vQPrQC0dEA/one%20day_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="one day" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-5935316510649456635?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/5935316510649456635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5935316510649456635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/5935316510649456635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-day.html' title='1 day:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S_e9rnm4Q5I/AAAAAAAAANU/_vQPrQC0dEA/s72-c/one%20day_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-407896559831336699</id><published>2010-05-09T18:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:05:46.133+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New Obsession: Fruit Salad:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S-bOKe2LdII/AAAAAAAAAM0/YXoD-RZXLuE/s1600-h/fruit%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="fruit" border="0" height="280" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S-bOLtxMx-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GMs5nlxF2sk/fruit_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="fruit" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m not much of a “fruity” person, I prefer vegetables over fruits. But with the summer heat and the tiring college day, fruit salad can be the prefect breakfast. I don’t really eat breakfast, so the fruit salad can be very light on my stomach. Not to mention it can be so refreshing when its cold and the weather is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So far, I have tried Starbucks’s Fruit Salad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Portion:&lt;/span&gt; Good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Taste:&lt;/span&gt; Good, sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Variety of fruits:&lt;/span&gt; Good. All the fruit you would expect in a normal fruit salad is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Container:&lt;/span&gt; In a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Also, I have tried Second Cup Cafe’s Fruit Salad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Portion:&lt;/span&gt; It has more than Starbucks’s. And knowing I'm a slow eater, that not good when I'm in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Taste:&lt;/span&gt; Fair. One piece of fruit would be sweet while the other would be bland. And the juice isn’t that sweet either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Variety of fruits:&lt;/span&gt; This one has a kind or two more than Starbucks’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Container:&lt;/span&gt; In a bowl, which is better if you are sitting on a table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end, I’m sticking with Starbucks’s Fruit Salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-407896559831336699?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/407896559831336699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-obsession-fruit-salad.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/407896559831336699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/407896559831336699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-obsession-fruit-salad.html' title='New Obsession: Fruit Salad:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S-bOLtxMx-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GMs5nlxF2sk/s72-c/fruit_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-3705331508542733020</id><published>2010-05-04T20:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:01:51.001+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag: 100 Questions:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, i’m old. No one (bloggers) does these anymore, i wonder why. They are fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, i did this tag back in my old blog, and while browsing my PC’s files i found it, and i thought “why not do it again?” Times changes, and surely things changed, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST THINGS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Last beverage : Water        &lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Sister in-low         &lt;br /&gt;3. Last instant message: I haven’t used that in so long. (aka few days in geeks’ language)         &lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to : My sister in-low just made me listen to a song by Al-Jasmi called 6air y7eb sajana (?)         &lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried : April 22nd 2010         &lt;br /&gt;6. Last text message : “6”         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;12. Gray         &lt;br /&gt;13. Black         &lt;br /&gt;14. Purple         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Since May just started, I'll base my answers on April) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend : Yes!         &lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love : No.         &lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried : No.         &lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed your life: Yes, but not dramatically. Just reminded me of who I truly am.         &lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were : Yes. G.O. May God never change our friendship and may time and distance to never affect it :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you : No.         &lt;br /&gt;21. Have you kissed anyone on your Facebook friends list: No.         &lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your Facebook friends list do you know in real life: 16         &lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: 2 or 3         &lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: No.         &lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Not anymore, but i remember i once wished i could.         &lt;br /&gt;26. What did you get for your last birthday: ALOT of stuff. Most of them were from G.O. The most remarkable was A TOTAL DIE FOR Glow in the Dark Converse shoe!         &lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today : 6:02am.         &lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Laying in bed, waiting for sleep. (Thinking)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: My birthday. Summer course; I have a feeling i’m going to like it :S         &lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father: 2 hours ago.         &lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: More freedom ...         &lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: The maids discussing something.         &lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes.         &lt;br /&gt;34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now: This precise moment? No one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;www.PCWorld.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;36: what’s your real name: I dont think this piece of information is by any mean necessary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames : Soloistah. (and others)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;38. Status: Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Gemini.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female: Female.       &lt;br /&gt;44. University: KU       &lt;br /&gt;45. Hair color : black.       &lt;br /&gt;46. Long or short : Shoulder length.       &lt;br /&gt;47. Are you a health freak: Kind of.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;48. Height: 159 i think ... i haven't measured in a long time.       &lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a crush on someone: Who doesn’t? Its only normal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;50: What do you like about yourself: I have principles, rules and guidelines that i made for myself, and i don't ignore them what so ever.       &lt;br /&gt;51. What don’t you like about yourself : moody......way too moody. And i over use and abuse thoughts and memories.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;52. Righty or lefty: Righty       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;53. First surgery: Removing a tooth inside my gum, they had to break it into little pieces and take them out one by one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;54. First piercing: Ears         &lt;br /&gt;55. Your first best friend: Shahad         &lt;br /&gt;56. First award: An Honor student in first grade ... a barbie bathroom :S         &lt;br /&gt;57. First sport you joined : Basketball, Tennis         &lt;br /&gt;58. First pet: a love bird ...... i dont remember the name :S         &lt;br /&gt;59. First vacation: Egypt.. i was 3 maybe?         &lt;br /&gt;60. First concert: never been to one         &lt;br /&gt;61. First crush:.................         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT ARE YOU?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;62. Eating : i just had ice-cream&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;63. Drinking: water still&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;64. I’m about to: Order from Subway         &lt;br /&gt;65. Listening to: Maids STILL talking.         &lt;br /&gt;66. Waiting for: Finger Painting at college tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;67. Want kids : Yes.         &lt;br /&gt;68. Want to get married : Inshallah, but later on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;69. Careers in mind: Doctor (if God may) Or a Molecular Biologist with a PH-D&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;70. Lips or eyes: Eyes         &lt;br /&gt;71. Hugs or kisses: Hugs         &lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic         &lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Stomach         &lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive         &lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.         &lt;br /&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant         &lt;br /&gt;77. Lefty or Righty: lefty         &lt;br /&gt;78. Shorter or taller:&amp;nbsp; taller         &lt;br /&gt;79. Older or Younger: I would have said older before but now, it just so old times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAVE YOU EVER : &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts: yes but found them later         &lt;br /&gt;81. Ran away from home: when i was 4 or 5         &lt;br /&gt;82. kissed a stranger: no         &lt;br /&gt;83. Drank Pepsi: yes         &lt;br /&gt;84. Broken someone’s heart: idk ...... i hope i didnt .. but if i did i hope they would tell me cuz i need to fix it .         &lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested : Nope         &lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down: Yes.         &lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died : hmmmmm...... no         &lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a guy/girl friend?: Yes         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself: to improve? ... then yes.         &lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: hmmmm... yeah         &lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight: yes         &lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven : Of course         &lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus: no         &lt;br /&gt;94. Kiss on the first date : no         &lt;br /&gt;95. Angels : yes         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;96. Are you happy with your life: its calm .... yes ..... thank God for everything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now: yes         &lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time: no.         &lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God : Yes!         &lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? I guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Wow, After i changed my old answers to write new one, i realized that i hadn’t changed THAT much from 1.5 years ago. Pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;OK, so now it’s my turn to Tag other bloggers. I’d like to Tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://infiniton.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Photon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcode.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;TheMCode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ba6alah.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Ba6alah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abrarziyadah.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Abrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt; and whoever wants to have a go with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Soloistah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-3705331508542733020?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/3705331508542733020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-100-questions.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3705331508542733020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/3705331508542733020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-100-questions.html' title='Tag: 100 Questions:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147865498269193254.post-1719094206590053703</id><published>2010-04-29T16:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:32:28.086+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Picture(s) and some words #8:</title><content type='html'>Hot weather? Craving an ice cream to cool off? Out of walnuts, hazelnuts, pistachio? No worries, because they have CHESTNUTS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S9mKHXbdFPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/T0pUebVYCQE/s1600-h/IMG_0237%5B1%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0237[1]" border="0" height="397" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S9mKIRu633I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jb1oxC1HcNI/IMG_0237%5B1%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0237[1]" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i don’t know why seeing this ad made me laugh! It’s just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can have your ice-cream toped with chestnuts at Baskin Robins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloistah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147865498269193254-1719094206590053703?l=soloistah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/feeds/1719094206590053703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-and-some-words.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1719094206590053703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147865498269193254/posts/default/1719094206590053703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soloistah.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-and-some-words.html' title='Picture(s) and some words #8:'/><author><name>Soloistah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05630152434595537702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/SrXjhgxwzcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yK9mI37sqVU/S220/Solo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NgNsuXCZoLM/S9mKIRu633I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jb1oxC1HcNI/s72-c/IMG_0237%5B1%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
