<?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-16260084</id><updated>2011-11-28T22:35:41.154Z</updated><title type='text'>moodlonely</title><subtitle type='html'>An Amdirer Of Simplicity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113891840445098235</id><published>2006-02-02T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:13:24.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Red Ribbon Blue Ribbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This lady goes to a vet and learns that that if you put a ribbon around a snoring dog''s penis he''ll roll over and stop snoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her dog is snoring so she goes to the kitchen and gets a red ribbon and ties it around her dog''s penis. His snoring stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on that night her husband is snoring and so she goes to the kitchen and gets a blue ribbon and ties it around her husband''s penis, and he stops snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning her husband wakes up and looks at his dog and looks down at himself.&lt;br /&gt;"I don''t know what happened last night, but it appears we came in first and second."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113891840445098235?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113891840445098235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113891840445098235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113891840445098235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113891840445098235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2006/02/red-ribbon-blue-ribbon.html' title='Red Ribbon Blue Ribbon'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113879839606012917</id><published>2006-02-01T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:58:06.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>How creative would you say about yourself? Half creative, or more than?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being creative is simply marvellous and unique and surely there is a relationship between uniqueness and creativity; each of which is half of another. Creativity evolves within many factors, some of them is simply connected to "how wide your understanding, thinking and imaginations could be".. In the form of advice, we all should enlarge our creativity, and also have a wide variety of imaginations, we also need to look after them by growing them in a good wide and use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is involved within the range of our life basis, for instance; when you just get married and want a new house or appartment, where it all starts. In other words, you create your taste within the limit of your creativity, what colour should my walls be? etc.. These sort of things are considerably important, and some of us could care less, unfortunately. Even in problems, creativity is so important, for example; you're stuck with a specific problem, no matter what kind, you have to think in order to solve the problem, and also you have to be creative to produce solutions. I sometimes say creativity is born with us, but that does not necessarily have to be true. We can gain creativity and be professional creative by enlarging and widening our imaginations and thinkings which are the main factors that lead to creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last piece of advice is that "&lt;strong&gt;If you over control creativity however, then creativity simply dies!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113879839606012917?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113879839606012917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113879839606012917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113879839606012917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113879839606012917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2006/02/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113875492265404871</id><published>2006-01-31T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:48:42.716Z</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>It's my favourite month of the year, and in this month so many things happened, good things; On the &lt;strong&gt;14th&lt;/strong&gt; of this month, we have &lt;strong&gt;valentine's day&lt;/strong&gt;, on the &lt;strong&gt;25th&lt;/strong&gt; we have our &lt;strong&gt;independence day&lt;/strong&gt;, and finally the &lt;strong&gt;26th&lt;/strong&gt; is our &lt;strong&gt;liberty day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to look forward to, isn't that amazing? Yes it actually is. A peaceful month, I ought to say, nevertheless, there is no guarantee of any kind. Since, I'm an unlucky bastard and I should never make wishes; I will now though make some for the sake of my beautiful month. Happy Valentine's day in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have surfing the net since 1997, and I somehow and sometimes think that the internet is a disease; this is because of the addiction it can make. However, it's one of the wonderful inventions in history, and we may never find any useful thing than the internet. It gives and provides so much and ALMOST for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night and the one before, I went to the cinema twice and I saw "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398375/"&gt;Rumor has it&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408306/"&gt;Munich&lt;/a&gt;" respectively. They were fine, and if you have so much free time, then I recommend you to watch it. Specifically, last night I had two dinners; one was pizza with garlic bread and potato wedges, and the other is half grilled chicken from Nando's. I eat a whole lot more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this post, I kept watching at my album when I was kid, so I thought I could show you one picture of me when I was a little. In other words, when I was cute and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113875492265404871?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113875492265404871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113875492265404871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113875492265404871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113875492265404871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2006/01/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113866748535166648</id><published>2006-01-31T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:31:25.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Settled down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last friday, I did finish my exams, and that particular I had two exams; it was so tiring! Throughout, the last two months, I have spent so much time on a specific forum, and I have interestingly found that there actually are some bizzare creatures. You never know how the world is gonna be a min later though, because you just can not; yet it is considerably interesting. Imitation is the key, which I should leave you with to consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that everytime I finish or pass a difficult experience it's just the start of a new one. Life is so full of bad things as well as good things, but in case of the good ones you have to work your ass up pretty hard in order to find them. But, in case of the opposite ones, they just find you and do your work. Hence, I have been in so many troubles so far, and still to come half many, that is of course if I'm just luckier. I have learnt a lot as much as I have been hated much in return, of course I could be or not be blamed for that, but each of which should never lead to such a strong feeling; hate itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hate, or even disrespect, is something beyond my league and because of that I'm widely being hated: only in the internet though. Sometimes, it is the same as in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People who do not know me see me as an ass, but people who do know me see me as a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Settled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113866748535166648?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113866748535166648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113866748535166648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113866748535166648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113866748535166648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2006/01/settled-down.html' title='Settled down'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113728964547705538</id><published>2006-01-15T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:47:25.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Tom Bombadillo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a long time since I wrote anything in my blog. The reason why is that I was quite busy with many things, and exams will start tomorrow. I know, you're wondering why the hell I'm doing in here now. I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I go any further, I would like to wish you all very happy new year, and 3id mubarak. Sadly enough, I could not be able to post happy new and Eid greetings' post. But, I promise you my lovely dears, once my exams are over - I will get back with writing! Many to come, I promise too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While typing this post, one thing I hate the most now is that my space-key does not properly work anymore. I hate it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hope that you guys wish me the best luck indeed, as well as I do wish you the very best luck in your finals/exams or even your life and future. I missed posting! I really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Farewell for now, and I'll be back in two weeks or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113728964547705538?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113728964547705538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113728964547705538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113728964547705538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113728964547705538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2006/01/tom-bombadillo.html' title='Tom Bombadillo!'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113527890584930339</id><published>2005-12-22T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:15:38.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Relais Santa Chiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/piscina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/piscina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Relais Santa Chiara is located just a few steps from the medieval hill town of San Gimignano which is characterized by its magestic towers. Situated on a hill overlooking the serene Tuscan countryside, the hotel offers impeccable service and surroundings, maintaining the taste and style that attracts visitors from all around the world.San Gimignano's central location allows you to easily reach and enjoy all of the natural, historical, cultural, artistic and gastronomical delights of Central Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;41 rooms and suites all with: air conditioning, satellite T.V., in-room music and mini-bar. Meeting room, cocktail bar, buffet breakfast. Typical light lunches served in Summer.Swimming pool with Jacuzzi, garden, private parking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/facciata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wouldn't you love it to spend your time with your own angel/knight? Yes, I really would myself, I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/risto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/risto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even don't mind if there is not anyone along with me... Jumping in the bed, or watching the remarkable view, or even showing my muscles while swimming en la piscina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Italy, hmmm? I should start learning Italian, what you reckon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I: Oh I hell do, you really should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself: But, you're not done with spanish yet, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I: Me will be probably done by the end of this semester, wont ya?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Oh yeah, I hope so "Min bu2ak ly bab ilsamma ya rab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself: Oh shut up, I'm off to the party you geeks.. Cya lewsers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113527890584930339?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113527890584930339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113527890584930339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113527890584930339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113527890584930339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/hotel-relais-santa-chiara.html' title='Hotel Relais Santa Chiara'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113527736948969721</id><published>2005-12-22T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:49:29.506Z</updated><title type='text'>La Niña santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/nina-santa-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/nina-santa-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr Jano (Carlos Bello), a respectable ear, nose and throat specialist with a wife and children, attends a medical conference at a run-down hotel, and in a moment - or, to be precise, two moments - of lustful weakness, presses himself against the posterior of an adolescent girl in a street crowd. What he does not realise is that the girl, Amalia (Maria Alché), is the daughter of the hotel manager Helena (Mercedes Morán), a divorcee known to Jano from her past as a competition board-diver. As an awkward relationship between Helena and Jano never quite gets off the ground, the doctor is secretly stalked by Amalia, who, caught between her strict Catholic education and her ripening sexuality, is not sure whether she wants to save Jano's soul or adopt a different kind of missionary position altogether. With passions erupting, misunderstandings multiplying, and Jano's family due to descend on the hotel, the well-meaning doctor is forced onto centre stage at the tragic farce of his own undoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On paper it may sound like a mere comedy of manners, but Lucrecia Martel's 'La Niña Santa' plays itself out more like a delicately observed drama of human fallibility and compromise. Opening with a Catholic teacher lecturing her class on the certainties which a calling to divine service brings, even as Amalia and her friend Josefina (Julieta Zylberberg) whisper to each other about seeing the same teacher tonguing an older man, 'La Niña Santa' is full of morally ambiguous situations and characters who have lost the vocations of their youth. Helena misses diving, her brother Freddy (Alejandro Urdapilleta) wishes he had not given up his studies or become estranged from his children, Mirta (Marta Lubos) is a trained physiotherapist who has reluctantly become the hotel's cook, Amalia and Josefina are rapidly relinquishing their grip on childhood innocence, and Jano is a doctor who secretly yearns to be an actor, but looks set to lose everything that he has in both his professional and personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/nina-santa-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed, all the characters in this film seem, like the contradictory Roman god of beginnings and endings after whom Dr Jano is named, to be suspended in a sort of limbo between past and future. In Helena's hotel, life's journeys are put temporarily on hold, intimate spaces are shared with complete strangers, and the sacred and the secular, the young and the old, the academic and the erotic all come together under the one roof, in a collision of ideologies that can have unpredictable consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laninasanta.com/"&gt;Official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0300270/"&gt;La Niña santa at the IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This movie is also known as "The Holy Girl" which I really liked. I'd give it 7/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113527736948969721?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113527736948969721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113527736948969721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113527736948969721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113527736948969721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-nia-santa.html' title='La Niña santa'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113521706013331051</id><published>2005-12-22T01:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:04:20.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Borrowing Brand-new Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Cheaters Always Prosper&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One morning I woke up knowing I had to drive down the coast to have lunch with a friend and pick up some paperwork. It was such a beautiful day that I absolutely had to drive a convertible. I refuse to pay money to rent a cheesy convertible, so I set my mind to borrowing a fancy one. I went to the Ford dealership and told a salesman that a relative had just left me some money and I wanted to treat myself to a convertible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I test drove a fully-loaded Mustang GT convertible and I told the dealer everything he wanted to hear such as "I love it, I want it, It's a great price." (It was overpriced by for thousand dollars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost see the commission dollar sign spinning in his eyes sockets. He asked me what be could do to make me drive home in the Mustang that day. My response was that I wanted to drive it around for the day and get a better feel for the car. Five minutes later, they had filled the tank and sent me on my merry way. When I returned it, I told the dealer that I had promised to look at my mother's friend's Mustang, which she had just bought and did not like. I said she was offering it to me for a great price, but that I hated the color, so I could be back in the morning to buy the one I borrowed. I never called him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, I had to drive down the coast again and had the same dilemma: beautiful day and no convertible. This time I went to the BMW dealership and gave the dealer the same line. He was a tougher egg to crack because he wanted proof that I had the money in the form of bank statements. This was a big hurdle. I had to have that convertible BMW, though, so I went to my bank. I deposited a $75 check into my account and entered $75,000 at the cash machine here I made my deposit. It gave me a transaction receipt that said my balance was over $75,000. I then took out some money and used the receipt to show the dealer. I also went inside the bank and told the teller I was in a rush and I had made a mistake in my deposit. She was very nice and fixed it for me immediately. I still had the receipt. I showed it to the dealer, and I was out the door with a convertible BMW for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a funny article in one of the banned books I have just read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;salam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113521706013331051?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113521706013331051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113521706013331051&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113521706013331051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113521706013331051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/borrowing-brand-new-cars.html' title='Borrowing Brand-new Cars'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113519020846031576</id><published>2005-12-21T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:36:48.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Hang out with the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They're so cUtE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marvellous, Marvellous my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113519020846031576?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113519020846031576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113519020846031576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113519020846031576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113519020846031576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/hang-out-with-family.html' title='Hang out with the family'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113518956721110047</id><published>2005-12-21T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:26:11.896Z</updated><title type='text'>DUBAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DUBAI is one of the most and quickest growing industrial-cities in the globe, of course, Tokyo comes first. But, we should say now, Dubai is really beautiful, as a city. I have been to Dubai many times, but The more I go there, the less I like it. I have my own reasons, yet there are some who may disagree with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of Tokyo, I have read quite many books about this stunning city, which oneday I'd love to visit, and I will surely talk about it on the right time. Many advantures and sad stories will be posted regarding "Where Tokyo fits in the league of beautiful cities?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason why I am writing this post is that I saw two pictures of Dubai in one of my friend's emails - so I thought I'd write about it. A decent post needed, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I went to Dubai was some time around 1996, there were a whole lot of constructions by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/1991.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so surprising, isn't it? By looking at the picture above, it's unbelieveable. After only one decade, a new City was built. Ten years ago or so, if you had been there, you'd have had nowhere to go, except for those three buildings. By the way, this picture was taken in 1991, so what ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since we are in 2005, a 2005-picture is shown below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW! Oh my word. It's really amazing - look at the difference between 1991 and 2005.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'll let you enjoy watching these pictures, while reading my main point about this whole idea of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My point is, a simple question, which is "What advantages/disadvantages would you say that DUBAI has/had since 1991 till present - and why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please my dears, we need to see the ups and downs of this whole idea. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merry Christmas, I shall say then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113518956721110047?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113518956721110047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113518956721110047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113518956721110047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113518956721110047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/dubai.html' title='DUBAI'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113504405747179511</id><published>2005-12-19T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:00:57.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Have a Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the wild plants are in bloom, so why not us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red flowers are unique, and they show the real hidden taste within this kind of colour. Girls love Red, and Boys love them to wear Red, receive Red, see Red things. What things? Things we men like them to be red, or even so red..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy it my fellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113504405747179511?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113504405747179511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113504405747179511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113504405747179511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113504405747179511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-bloom.html' title='Have a Bloom'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113502556560386765</id><published>2005-12-19T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:52:45.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Sex Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I know when I've met the right person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no right person, so stop worrying about it. The truth is, most of us won't just meet one person and stay with them for life, but three or four serious lovers. Each of those people will have been right for us at that time, so relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I single? What's wrong with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are used to 'needy' relationships. They want someone to do all the things they should be doing for themselves someone to entertain, financially support and nurture them. If this is you, try dating yourself. Treat yourself the way an adoring partner would: spoil, pamper, encourage and motivate yourself. Just when you decide you don't need a man, you'll be flooded with offers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't I have an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Probably because you've never masturbated or used a vibrator. Orgasm for women is complicated. This is why you need to do it yourself initially. Assuming your partner will teach you to orgasm is about as hopeful as standing outside Buckingham Palace waiting for Prince William to notice you. Masturbating with your fingers will do the job, but if you're inexperienced, reach for a vibrator first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I tell if he's over his ex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to your gut reaction research has shown women are usually right when it comes to spotting unfinished business. If you're worried, confront him and ask for reassurance. If it appears he's just still healing but truly does want to be with you, take a leap of faith. We'd all love it if our partners had never loved anyone but us. Sadly, it's virtually never the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I a prude for not wanting to do kinky things?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's definitions of 'prude' and 'kinky' are different. So your partner isn't strange for suggesting something you find outrageous, it just means his attitude to sex is different to yours. Most of us are lazy sexually and it doesn't hurt to push our boundaries a little. You never know, you might just like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I climbing the walls for sex when I'm single, then go off it when I'm in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; Because we're all human and fickle and because we gorge ourselves in the early stages of a relationship, then tend to follow it with a sexual starvation regime. Early sex is fuelled by passion, while long-term sex is fuelled by technique, imagination and effort. While it's not possible to have great sex all the time, it is possible to have good, satisfying sex most of the time. If you're not and you truly do put in the effort, chances are you're picking the wrong men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He cheated on me once, but I've given him another chance. Am I right to trust him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Probably not and most definitely not if he's got a history of being unfaithful and being forgiven. If he hasn't a history of cheating, it's early in the relationship and this was a one-off incident with seemingly genuine reasons to explain it, hang in there but only if he appears to be more upset about the betrayal than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in love with a married man. Will he leave his wife for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's unlikely and, even if he does, it probably won't work out long term. He might tell you he's torn, but the stark reality is 44% of men who have extramarital sex report slight or no emotional involvement. What do you give him that she doesn't? If it's something truly important and not just great fellatio, you might have a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How important is it to feel chemistry with a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you want a passionate, intense relationship, it's crucial. If the words 'being content' make you feel warm and fuzzy, it's not so important. It's perfectly possible to 'click' with someone without ever feeling 'chemistry' with that person; and controlled, 'sensible' relationships suit lots of people. If, however, you're after a deeper emotional and sexual experience, by all means go for the person you want to instantly swap souls and salvia with. Chemistry won't guarantee you lifetime love, but it's a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it wrong to sleep with a man on the first night if you want more than a one-night stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's not wrong, but it's risky. If you want to up your chances of the relationship being healthy and lasting the distance, do the opposite try to put off having full sex for as long as possible. Not because 'good girls don't', but because you're creating the best possible circumstances for the two of you to bond physically and emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, now after we all have read this article, so we both can learn as many useful things as possible. For women, they can at least use it in order to win with their superheroes.. For us, men, we can now strike back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a lovely article by glamour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if I could be allowed to apply these theories, or whatever you will call them. We'll see in near future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113502556560386765?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113502556560386765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113502556560386765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113502556560386765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113502556560386765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-sex-advice.html' title='Love &amp; Sex Advice'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113495669720743739</id><published>2005-12-19T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:44:57.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Be calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just, by the beauty of this view, I should add nothing in here. However, and due to my stubbornness, I shall speak of what data my mind is transferring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marvellous and stunning! Whatever angle you're imagining now that you could look at, It's simply the beauty itself. No wonder, why some lads say "Beauty is impossible to cure, it just kills you right through your eyes and heart" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that is NOT exactly what they say.. That is what I just said and thought of - Thanks to my imaginations created by this beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh crap, stop it - I just wanna look and be calm" That's now what you're saying after my little words, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us know what imaginations you could have because of this beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be calm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113495669720743739?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113495669720743739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113495669720743739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113495669720743739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113495669720743739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/be-calm.html' title='Be calm'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113495416183985814</id><published>2005-12-19T01:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:28:20.156Z</updated><title type='text'>The Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم والسلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; هل تعلم أن المولى تبارك وتعالى يتبرأ من تارك الصلاة ؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;قال رسول الله صلى الله وسلم : لاتترك الصلاة متعمدا ، فإنه من ترك الصلاة متعمدا فقد برئت منه ذمة الله ورسوله - أي ليس له عهد ولا أمان. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; هل تعلم أن النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم وصف تارك الصلاة بالكفر ؟ قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم :بين الرجل وبين الكفر ترك الصلاة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; هل تعلم أن الذي لا يصلي إذا مات لايدفن في مقابر المسلمين!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تعلم كيف يعذب تارك الصلاة في قبره ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم : أتينا على رجل مضطجع ، وإذا آخر قائم عليه بصخرة ، وإذا هو يهوي بالصخرة لرأسه فيثلغ رأسه - أي يشدخه - فيتدهده الحجر - أي يتدحرج - فيأخذه فلا يرجع إليه حتى يصبح رأسه كما كان ، ثم يعود عليه فيفعل به مثل ما فعل المرة الأولى ، فقلت : سبحان الله ! ماهذان ؟ فقال جبريل عليه السلام (إنه الرجل ينام عن الصلاة المكتوبه)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تعلم أن أول ما تحاسب عليه الصلاة ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم :  أول ما يحاسب به العبد يوم القيامة عن الصلاة ، فإن صلحت ، صلح سائر عمله ، وإن فسدت ، فسد سائر عمله &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; هل تعلم أن تارك الصلاة يحشر يوم القيامه مع فرعون ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم من حافظ عليها - أي الصلاة كانت له نورا وبرهانا يوم القيامة ، ومن لم يحافظ عليها لم يكن له نور ولا برهان ، ولا نجاة ، وكان يوم القيامه مع قارون وفرعون وهامان وأبي بن خلف   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تعلم أن تارك الصلاة مع المجرمين في جهنم ؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;قال تعالى :كل نفس بما كسبت رهينه إلا أصحاب اليمين في جنات يتساءلون عن المجرمين ، ما سلككم في سقر. قالوا لم نك من المصلين.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  هل تعلم أن الله عزوجل يأمرك بالصلاة ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال تعالى :حافظوا على الصلوات والصلاة الوسطى وقوموا لله قانتين.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تعلم أن الصلاة وصية النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم عند خروجه من الدنيا ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال رسول الله صلى عليه وسلم وهو يلفظ أنفاسه الأخيرة : الصلاة ، الصلاة وما ملكت أيمانك  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;هل تعلم أن الصلاة مفتاح كل خير ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; قال ابن القيم الجوزي رحمه الله: الصلاة : مجلبة للرزق . حافظة للصحة دافعة للأذى ، طاردة للأدواء ، مقوية للقلب ، مبيضة للوجه ، مفرحة للنفس ، مذهبة للكسل ، منشطة للجوارح ، ممدة للقوى ،شارحة للصدر، مغذية للروح ، منورة للقلب ، حافظة للنعمة ، دافعة للنقمة ، جالبة للبركة, مبعدة من الشيطان, مقربة من الرحمن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113495416183985814?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113495416183985814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113495416183985814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113495416183985814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113495416183985814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/pray.html' title='The Pray'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113475976989901803</id><published>2005-12-16T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:02:49.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Solve it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Bookman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine you are in Africa. You have been tied hanging on a tree&lt;br /&gt;with a Rope anchored on the ground, a candle is slowly burning the rope, and&lt;br /&gt;the lion is waiting for you to drop and be his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Your survival hinges on the rope staying intact, there is no one around to&lt;br /&gt;help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only possible way is to somehow convince the  lion to BLOW the candle&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do that...............&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113475976989901803?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113475976989901803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113475976989901803&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113475976989901803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113475976989901803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/solve-it.html' title='Solve it...'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113460354745836821</id><published>2005-12-14T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:47:26.096Z</updated><title type='text'>What is RSS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;RSS&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a world heaving under the weight of billions of web pages, keeping up to date with the information you want can be a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be better to have the latest news and features delivered directly to you, rather than clicking from site to site? Well now you can, thanks to a very clever service, RSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some discussion as to what RSS stands for, but the majority plump for '&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eally &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;imple &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;yndication'. Put plainly, it allows you to identify the content you like and have it delivered directly to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes the hassle out of staying up-to-date, by showing you the very latest information that you are interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all websites currently provide RSS, but it is growing rapidly in popularity and many others, including the Guardian, New York Times and CNN do provide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I start using RSS feeds?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, the first thing you need is something called a News Reader. There are many different versions, some of which are accessed using a browser, and some of which are downloadable applications. All allow you to display and subscribe to the RSS feeds you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have chosen a News Reader, all you have to do is to decide what content you want. For example, if you would like the latest BBC Sport Football stories, simply visit the Football section and you will notice an orange RSS button on the left hand side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you click on the button you can subscribe to the feed in various ways, including by dragging the URL of the RSS feed into your News Reader or by cutting and pasting the same URL into a new feed in your News Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some browsers, including Firefox, Opera and Safari, have functionality which automatically pick up RSS feeds for you. For more details on these, please check their websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I get a News Reader?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a range of different News Readers available and new versions are appearing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different News Readers work on different operating systems, so you will need to take this into account when you make your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From bbc.com, the link is &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/help/rss/3397215.stm?rss=/rss/sportonline_uk_edition/football/europe/rss.xml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I have used it so I may be a big help if you want to ask anything about &lt;strong&gt;RSS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113460354745836821?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113460354745836821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113460354745836821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113460354745836821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113460354745836821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-rss.html' title='What is RSS?'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113460209770029220</id><published>2005-12-14T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:51:13.600Z</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you have probably seen the world cup's draw a couple of days ago. There is only one amazing group, we probably love to call it &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"The group of death"&lt;/span&gt; which is group C. This group has Argentina that has been placed among the top eight seeds for the 2006 world cup. Alongside Argentina, there are Netherlands, Ivory Coast, and Serbia &amp; Montenegro. Although, Serbia &amp;amp; Montenegro was placed as a special pot, they are still surprised and shocked too. I don't blame them at all, who would like to be alongside Argentina and Holland, nobody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I go any further concerning the 2006 world cup, I just would like to mention something I have read in bbc.com. That is, The winners of the World Cup Final will earn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;£10.75m as part of a total prize pool of £130m for the tournament. Also, Fifa announced on Tuesday, 6th of December, that the 32 teams taking part will be guaranteed at least £2.6m each in prize money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I actually wonder if you guys, who love watching football, have realized something in the schedule of matches, especially in the 2nd Round. If not, then here what I have realized and followed: if Italy gets the 2nd place in Group E, then Italy will play against Brazil, and that is most likely to happen. I support &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; of course, but I somehow believe I would not be surprised if they get in the 2nd place, since &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has been known for the unacceptable play during the 1st Round. Also, the last match in this group is "&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; vs. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Czech&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;" and they might be defeated by the Czechs. On the other hand, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will play that match as a proper final match, because they do NOT want to face &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in the 2nd Round. And if that will be the case, then we guys will watch an early final, and one of the best ever will be. I personally hope that will ever happen in such an early stage. We love watching them beating other teams, before one of them will defeat the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, we shall just wait and see the figures, till then - Have a lovely Christmas!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113460209770029220?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113460209770029220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113460209770029220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113460209770029220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113460209770029220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-cup-2006.html' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113358582723520150</id><published>2005-12-03T04:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:46:32.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Baby Bash - Sexy Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sexy Eyes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Eyes, they’re so lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Eyes Make me wanna love ya&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Girl you’re lookin’ way cool tonight Oohh&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da,&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I got the cognac,&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da,&lt;br /&gt;And the phat bomb sack&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da,&lt;br /&gt;Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized,&lt;br /&gt;Lady come and take a ride with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty do you know the time&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is vibe&lt;br /&gt;Put you on the suga rise&lt;br /&gt;Smilin’ wit your pearly whites&lt;br /&gt;Sexy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sexy waist&lt;br /&gt;Sexy each and every day&lt;br /&gt;When I put this thang up on ya&lt;br /&gt;Sexy mama wanna marry me&lt;br /&gt;But hold up now, we just met&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how long you keep it wet&lt;br /&gt;Hold it steady, already,&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl we done did dat&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a stair way to paradise&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Mama very nice&lt;br /&gt;And we can do all type of thangs&lt;br /&gt;Rollin in them whips and I like to swang&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s nothing to a trilla though&lt;br /&gt;Your sexy eyes are so spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steelo so kamikaze&lt;br /&gt;Shrinin’ like Liberachy&lt;br /&gt;Smellin' like Burberry&lt;br /&gt;Me Issey Miyake&lt;br /&gt;It’s goin’ down like gravity&lt;br /&gt;Yo baby daddy mad at me&lt;br /&gt;And I throw these things so handley&lt;br /&gt;Cop me an assault and battery&lt;br /&gt;She still wanna love me like a playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ like warm hunny&lt;br /&gt;So classy and stunny&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully, she waits for me&lt;br /&gt;Like the real ones really do&lt;br /&gt;So gracefully she’s made for me&lt;br /&gt;And you know that’s on the cool&lt;br /&gt;Girl get your shine on like candle in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my mind strong&lt;br /&gt;When I’m hammerin' within&lt;br /&gt;And one look is all it took&lt;br /&gt;Incredible thighs&lt;br /&gt;And one look is all it took&lt;br /&gt;Incredible eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time don’t wait for love&lt;br /&gt;And life don’t wait for a break in the weather&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me and you to hook up&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get this thing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113358582723520150?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113358582723520150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113358582723520150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113358582723520150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113358582723520150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/sexy-eyes.html' title='Sexy Eyes'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113346394879440594</id><published>2005-12-01T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:05:48.853Z</updated><title type='text'>1st Islamic economy university in the world to be established in Kuwait</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="95%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a class="gray" href="http://www.menafn.com" target="---"&gt;MENAFN&lt;/a&gt;  - 30/11/2005&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td colspan="2" height="5"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (MENAFN) Chairman of the International Investment Group said that the world's first Islamic economy university is to be established in Kuwait with the aim of coping with growing need for specialists in this area, KUNA reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Chairman said that the establishment of the university comes to meet demand for specialists and experts in Islamic economy, as well as the increasing number of Islamic investment companies and banks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He noted the transformation of traditional banks to Islamic banking, saying that over the past three years, the Gulf region had witnessed the founding of scores of investment companies and banks that worked in accordance with the Islamic Sharia (teachings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: MENAFN - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;iddle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;orth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;frica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inanical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;etwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: http://www.menafn.com/qn_news_story_s.asp?StoryId=116404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113346394879440594?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113346394879440594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113346394879440594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113346394879440594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113346394879440594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-islamic-economy-university-in.html' title='1st Islamic economy university in the world to be established in Kuwait'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113340625075489396</id><published>2005-12-01T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:10:58.170Z</updated><title type='text'>The Last month and jokes of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's December 1st now, and I wonder how it will look in 30 days from now. Christmas is in the doorstep now so are New eve and year, well - we have to be ready to celebrate these lovely days and also I suggest everyone to get their hopes ready for the sake of an old habbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An old habbit during some time in past was said to be "If you make your hopes by the 1st of December, you may get many offers and discount by the first day of new year..." Although, it does not seem true, I'll list my hopes now since I tried as many hopes as none of them became true in the past years. So should you, simple put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6 years back, I hoped I could be a famous footballer and by time kept going on and on, the more I play football, the more useless I become. See, hopes often do not work the way we want them, do they? So, I sometimes feel that hopes are found to be used by losers but nobody else. Of course, I am not saying that I am a loser, because I am simply not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On the other hand, I totally agree with making hopes, but with one respect to "where and what will it have to be?" My point is, if you believe you can achieve something, then don't hope for it, just work for it. But, if you believe you cannot reach one thing, then you either wish for luck or hope to reach it, yet, each of which is almost the same. During exams' period, many students wish for the exams to be easy, these are losers, I happened to be one sometimes. Unlike other students, smart little ones, do not bother themselves wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last time I had been in exams, one of my fellows told me "Come on, don't look so down.. I hope you'll be fine, so should you hope..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I was hoping not to hope..." I replied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That was one particular incident you can compare the way hopes go with, and there surely are many you can find, oh shut up, just think, willya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So before I'll end up this post with as many jokes as I think they're funny, well, just believe in yourself and do not let anyone interfere even your beloved ones. For now, I'll go against the rules and wish you the best life ever, not just starting from the new year, more like from now! Best of luck my fellas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest and a rabbi show up at the Pearly Gates. Peter says, "Can I help you boys?" "Well, yeah, we just died and we would like to come in to Heaven." Peter looks at his clipboard and says, "I don't think so. You have been pretty bad on Earth and we don't let people like that in here. But I'll tell you what; go ahead and go to Hell, just for now. If Satan will let you come back, I will let you in." Peter sends them away laughing, because Satan never lets anyone go to Heaven. About 10 minutes later the preacher shows back up at the Pearly Gates. Peter says, "No shit! Satan let you come back?" "Yeah, he was in a good mood and said for $20 bucks each we could get out of Hell." "Well, where is that rabbi?" "I don't know, when I left he had Satan down to $19.95."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A spic walks into a bar and says, "Hey, nigger, give me a drink." The nigger bartender says, "I'll give you a drink, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't refer to me as a "nigger." "Oh man!, I am sure sorry about that bro'. Won't happen again." A few minutes later the spic says, "Hey moon crickett, another round." The nigger says,"Hey, look, I really don't want you calling me "moon crickett" either." The spic says,"Sorry bootlips, I didn't mean anything by it." The bartender says, "OK that's it! How would you like it if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; were the bartender and I came in here calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; names?" "I don't know, let's find out." So the spic puts on an apron and goes behind the bar and the nigger walks outside and comes back in and shouts, "Hey wetback! I want a fucking drink!" The "bartender" stops washing glasses and says, "Oh, I'm sorry, we don't serve niggers in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;In a first grade class on the first day of school, the teacher wanted to get to know all the students, so she had them all stand up and say their names. A little niglet stood up and said that his name was "Mother Fucker." "Excuse me?" asked the incredulous teacher. "That's right ho, my name be Mother Fucker." "Well listen here," said the teacher, "this may be the first day of school, and you may think you can use foul language to get attention, but I can assure you that I won't tolerate it. Now, tell me your real name right now or I will send you straight to the principal's office." The black boy replied, "Look bitch, I said my name be Mother Fucker, and I mean ta tell ya, it be Mother Fucker!" "Well, that's it! Get out of my classroom right now!" The boy headed for the door and when he got there he turned to his twin brother who was also in the classroom and said, "Come on, Fuck Face, the bitch ain't gonna believe you either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2 priests are arguing over whether God is black or White. Finally the one says he will just go ask God himself. When he comes back he says with a shrug, "I don't know, he just said 'I am what I am'" The other priest says, Well, that proves it! God is white!" "How can you be so sure?" "Well, because, if God was a nigger he would have said, "I is what I is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough jokes for now.. Hope you'll enjoy them.. Off you go now, bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113340625075489396?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113340625075489396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113340625075489396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113340625075489396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113340625075489396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-month-and-jokes-of-year.html' title='The Last month and jokes of the year'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113329874580908175</id><published>2005-11-29T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:47:24.496Z</updated><title type='text'>TRIZ - Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evilness stepped into our doorstep...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Episode 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy named Michael was born in February 2nd of 1977. Michael spent most of his time with his grandmother, Rebbeca, who he admired the most, even more than his parents. Rebbeca, unlike her daughter Ruth, provided a whole lot of times to spend with her grandson, who she likes to call “TRIZ”, whereas, his parents were usually busy on their important things, such as: work, meeting, visiting, and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Rebbeca liked to call Michael “TRIZ” which nobody had an idea of except one guy who she referred Michael to. In 1984, at Michael’s birthday party, Michael asked Rebbeca why she loved to call him “TRIZ”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, son, you remind me on your dad when he married your mom… He was known for his genius…” she told him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, what does “TRIZ” have to do with my dad, and what it means?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your dad is genius, that’s all you need to know for now…” She told him and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many gifts were presented to Michael, but none of them got his attentions apart of dad’s gift, it was a computer. He loved it so much and had gone to his room to set the computer up. He set everything and went downstairs… “Dad, can you teach me how to use this computer…” Michael said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t my son, I’m sorry… You’ve got to start on your own for now…” Paul replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as Michael went through his room he was desperate to know why everyone used similar phrases. “Why did everyone use this phrase ‘for now’ every time I asked them a question?” He whispered. He was thinking of “TRIZ” and where to start in the new gift. He then laid his head on the pillow and started dreaming or most likely wondering of how many things could be in the near future. In the next morning, when Michael woke up he said “Aww, I had very bad dream!” and later he went to his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was also known in his school for his cleverness, just as his dad used to be, and many teachers predicted great achievements to be achieved by this kid, who on the other hand they had hoped for him to be a good person. Every time he came back from his school, the first thing he could do was that to switch his computer on but nothing else. The reason why Michael loved it so much was that the computer was really expensive for his parents to afford, or specifically his dad. Paul and Ruth worked as much hard as they could to provide a high-standard of living for their beloved son. Therefore, affording a computer as much expensive as the one Michael got was just outstanding for him. They’re poor family who lived in a low-class village in USA. So, his dad, Paul, was a hard-worker man who loved to spend his time on his own, especially in the basement where nobody was allowed to enter this room except his wife, Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know when the day will come when Michael will ask my permission to enter this room, honey” He whispered to Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113329874580908175?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113329874580908175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113329874580908175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113329874580908175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113329874580908175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/triz-episode-1.html' title='TRIZ - Episode 1'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113329223714494549</id><published>2005-11-29T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:27:37.140Z</updated><title type='text'>German woman, Iranians kidnapped in Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's it exactly in Iraq? What thoughts would you say? How would you describe this? How many innocent people are gonna be kidnapped? How many children will they be lost because of these inhuman actions? Why governments not bother themselves to save this new sets of ideas of how horrible and insane they can act? And finally how long will it last? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at how Iraq today is, it's out of date, question, and something neither me nor you could describe theses incidents. Each one follows the other, and each one competes with other on "How far can they go on inhumanity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A german woman, who has nothing to do with Iraq's conditions, was kidnapped and had already been missing for a few days. With six Iranians were also kidnapped, including two women. Those innocent people have been kidnapped in Iraq and being held by unknown groups, whatever shit they call themselves. And over and over again, this scenario is an old version of any other ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the war-torn country, kidnapping seems to be more like hide-and-seek game, but unfortunately, it's not suitable for kids this times. Sorry, kids! There are bunch of idiot and insane people who seem to love this game.. I simply phrase this matter as "It's run out of explanations".. I cannot be able to describe this matter, I honestly cannot! I totally hate what has been going on since this war ever started. Furthermore, what makes it more unbelieveable and unrealistic is that they just don't stop on kidnapping people, NO! That's not the case, they kidnap, then cover their faces in masks, and they're simply beheaded! As shown in the picture below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/bullshit.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/bullshit.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This also goes the same with bombing attackers, they just bomb themselves to kill other innocent people? OH, yeah they're probably heading to HEAVENS as they say.. HELL NO! I'll meet ya bastards half way to HELL.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, I am not able to determine and figure where these ideas, the ideas which are being drugged into these killers, come from. I mean, if you think logically, these killers may not have any certain thing with killing people, for instance, they might be ordered to do, or being feared to any other purpose.. It's totally out of hands, and I myself try to distinguish between the suiciders and the hidden people behind it. I'm certainly positive that at least a few of these suiciders and kidnappers have weaknesses, such as: to die or kill themselves in order to achieve something. And this point of view of mine is kinda supported by "When a suicider or kidnapper is killed the people, the same groups or organizations he is within, will cheer his fellows up by his death and they would probably say: he has died or killed for a purpose and all of us should follow this great man!" I would not be shocked, 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of the day, you should not blame them.. Yes, they are not the ones to blame and the ones who should be blamed are the ones you and me know by now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113329223714494549?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113329223714494549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113329223714494549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113329223714494549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113329223714494549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/german-woman-iranians-kidnapped-in.html' title='German woman, Iranians kidnapped in Iraq'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113322485479065054</id><published>2005-11-29T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:45:16.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucía y el sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/sex&amp;lucia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/sex%26lucia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ordered a number of Spanish movies to improve my spanish skills in every language aspect. And today, I saw one of the movies which is called "Sex and Lucia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides improving my language, I have not thought of it like this way, this movie is quite astonshing and marvellous. And the story is as follows: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/Lucia%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/Lucia%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucía is a young waitress working in a restaurant in the centre of Madrid. After the loss of her long-time boyfriend, a writer, she seeks refuge on a quiet, seculded Mediterranean island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, bathed in an atmosphere of fresh air and dazzling sun, Lucía begins to discover the dark corners of her past relationship, experienced as if through the forbidden passages of a novel which the author allows her to read from afar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of the story, Lucía falls in love with a guy, a writer, whom she has never seen nor talked to. It's more like she's already been in love with his writing styles, novels, and the unpredictable scenarios. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/FOTO05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shot to stunning effect using high definition digital video, this enigmatic and sensuous film beautifully explores themes of love, loss, sex and the peculiarities of fate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/Lucia%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erotically charged and deliciously intricate, Sex and Lucía is proof that Julio Medem, the director, is one of the leading figures in contemporary Spanish cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd give it 7.5/10.. It's simply an erotic story, where you'll have as many thoughts as you'll never expect. I recommend you to watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113322485479065054?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113322485479065054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113322485479065054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113322485479065054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113322485479065054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/luca-y-el-sexo.html' title='Lucía y el sexo'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113297664176924836</id><published>2005-11-26T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:49:21.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do girls not have sideburns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I went to the University yesterday, I kept staring to all the girls in there and a wonder came up in my mind. That is "Why do girls not have sideburns?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wonder why they don't have any and even if they do, they have it quite long not to realize there is a sideburn. That long sideburn is lifted up behind the ear, yet there is no proper sideburn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the case after I saw an american girl in one of the laboratory rooms; she's got short hair and even way shorter than my hair, and guess what? She has beautiful sideburns, she obviously has a boy-hair-cut-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after the girl had gone, I could not wait for longer so I asked a female friend of mine why she hasn't got any sideburn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding me right? That's the funniest question I've ever heard!" She said. "Why do men not have boobs?" She asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They do have boobs, who told ya they don't!!!" I replied... "And nowadays, they also have the same thing you girls have, below the belly button!!" I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you gotta be kidding, you're not serious, are you?" She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the door is still open... I really wanna know why, even though it seems so funny to ask such question, but I need answers please! Yet, I doubt there will be a person who is willing to answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some guys may not bother themselves about that, as I've done so myself, they may probably bother themselves about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I came up with an answer myself, yet I'm not sure about it, which is if they do have sideburns, they will possibly look less feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? It's all about &lt;strong&gt;F.B.B&lt;/strong&gt;, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the main point, my point by this whole thing is "homosexual disaster".. I have been asking many girls this question "why do girls not have sideburns?" And 75% said things related to homosexual thoughts, but hardly a few realized my point. More than half of them supported and helped my knowledge to the homosexual people. And also, I'm quite positive that none of you have got it at the beginning. However, I was curious enough to know why they don't have any sideburn. But also, my point had already been hidden in that bizzare question and this idea which I came up made my life easier to ask questions regarding "homosexual disaster"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would not be a good idea to go straight to the main point, would it? I'm pretty confident that this issue may somehow get further attentions from you my dears. Anyway, I explained my point to a number of people that I've already asked, and most were quite surprised and they did offer many answers. Then, I thought it'd be such a good idea to go and ask the opposite sex, men, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He probably has more feminine sexual organs than I do" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say, this is more like a modern stylish to be homosexual" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, there are men who are sexually attracted to other men rather than women, and vice-versa. And they are what they are, you can't help it" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His sexual desires and activities were born in the feminine way" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love gays, they don't harm a bug. At the same time, I feel jealous of them but you cannot do anything about their desires.." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His reproductivity of organs possibly exceeds the masculine boundaries, and in return they become fiminine. That's probable.." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you look it at various points, you'll end up with: the way gays/lesbians were raised, the environment they both have been in and with, and finally blame their moms and dads!" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lesbians could be forgiven, unlike gays! And you know what I mean.." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, they must have been gone through an awful lot of hard times when they were kids, or some had difficulties getting on with the opposite sex so he or she decided to go the other way around. It also could be their fate or you can blame the daddies for it. I don't dislike any of them but I have less respects for them though and they simply destroyed the beautiful creation of being either male or female. Yet, many may disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'd like to end this long post with a short story. I asked a lesbian who is from Kuwait, unfortunately, She simply replied my question with "Well, my main reason to be lesbian is that it's quite convenient and easy to have girls getting in and out of my house without anybody attentions. Add to that, they can greatly fill my desires and probably much better than men" So there you go. I'll leave you with the rest in that case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: &lt;strong&gt;Offline&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113297664176924836?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113297664176924836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113297664176924836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113297664176924836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113297664176924836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-girls-not-have-sideburns.html' title='Why do girls not have sideburns?'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113263238023515995</id><published>2005-11-22T03:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T04:06:20.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex under the bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Sex demands are the highest levels of difficulty to deal with. I personally tend not to suffer from such, however, I’ve seen a few has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’m not going too specific about this post. My attentions were drugged to this topic because of “how might some people suffer from it?” Of course, I’m not an expert to be put in a position where I can make definite ideas or solutions to this matter. Though, the least I can do is to speak my mind up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, into our main point; quite many people, especially girls, take this matter to be the less important factor in life. I mean, marriages are broken up because of sex problems sometimes, and I surely can tell if that reason occurs, one of the couple may affect the whole marriage by taking this matter slightly off the road. From my experiences, I have seen a lot of people, couples, who suffered the most from this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends came to me one day, and told me “I’ve been trying to show her how I’m so in a need of desires. Every time, I make my moves, she comes up with some bloody excuses, I just can’t help it!” “I need warm lap, hugs, kisses, every thing possible, that’s why I’m married but never had decent ones, imagine!” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I cannot complete the story to its end, but you can see the consequences of that sex ignorance, can’t you? Or as I thought she might have suffered from a disease or something at least, but that’s hardly the case! It surely goes the same with men too. Ever heard of a woman marrying a gay and that was discovered when she came suddenly to her house and saw her husband sleeping with another man in her bed, etc…! There are some problems which should be carefully dealt with. And I suggest people who are concerned with this matter should provide some help, also people should not be embarrassed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuwait for example, in our society, we hear some splits up in relationships because of that, and marriages are broken too. In this society, a wife cheats on her husband and vice-versa, and some personal issues may occur too or having some fights between families before divorce. It’s totally obvious, I’m sure one of them is not helping the other with the desires he/she might need! This is something should NOT be completely ignored, which I’m afraid is in our country or our neighbour countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite amazed when I speak to people who actually have no knowledge about this and what’s more funny is that they think it’s the least thing to worry about! This is so funny, yet some points of view differ from each other. Step into my office when you need help with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should not react badly when the topic is set to be sex knowledge, and on the other hand, men should gently deal with girls who are being shy. Men and Women do both have their ups and downs, yet they should equally put an effort to succeed. Believe you me guys, sex is taught and considered to be a subject just exactly the same as physics or mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply cannot control desires, just let them out! If you can control desires, you’re a goddist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113263238023515995?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113263238023515995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113263238023515995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113263238023515995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113263238023515995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-under-bridge.html' title='Sex under the bridge'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113262977680965649</id><published>2005-11-22T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T03:22:56.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this joke if you're under 18...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A guy is hiking up a mountain when he sees a girl standing at the edge of a cliff, crying. "Hey!" he says, "if you're going to jump, how about giving me a blow job before you do it?" "My life's been nothing but crap,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says the girl. "So I might as well." After the girl's done, the guy says, "Wow, that was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so depressed, anyway?" The girl replies, "My family disowned me for dressing like a woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113262977680965649?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113262977680965649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113262977680965649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113262977680965649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113262977680965649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-read-this-joke-if-youre-under-18.html' title='Don&apos;t read this joke if you&apos;re under 18...'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113262925526053256</id><published>2005-11-22T03:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T03:14:15.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter strikes back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s been quite a long time since I have posted a decent post, I know you’ve all been waiting for this moment, and this is simply because I did not have enough time, I was dead busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this month is one of the nothing-is-good ones in my calendar, it’s just boring. Apart of that, it’s got something in common with a few of other months, not necessarily similar to, which is its “coldness”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I heard some rumours that said that year was one of the coldest years ever that Great Britain did NOT have in 30 years. Oh! Blimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning you wake up you see the grass, trees, and streets are all covered with ice or even slight snow. It’s been damn cold for a week now. For instance, yesterday, I had to wear as many clothes as you’re required to wear if you’re in Las Vegas. Whoops, I mean “Greenland”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ground could and can not bare that coldness. Oh our bones are the unluckiest. On the other hand, being in a cold weather is more like it for me rather than hot ones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there’s an easy solution for this hell winter, it’s dead simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have a warm lap and your partner given you some passionate kisses, but unfortunately for me, I’m run of money and that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as Winter strikes back, we should do exactly the same, we will not let it score any goal in our nets, nor it will have the ease to pass our defenses. Read Madrid should learn from the strike of Barcelona, whoops, the strike of this winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Winter strikes back heavily! Make sure you can arrange a warm lap and kiss by the end of this month. Would not it be so cool to have them in Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: My fingers had already been frozen before this post was written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113262925526053256?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113262925526053256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113262925526053256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113262925526053256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113262925526053256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter-strikes-back.html' title='Winter strikes back'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113105765255869391</id><published>2005-11-03T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:40:52.570Z</updated><title type='text'>3idkum ebmbarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello everyone, Happy Eid ever so much! 3idkum embarak o 3asakum min il3aydeen ilfayzeen inshalla.. Oo taqabal allah 6a3tkum o 6a3tna inshalla o 3asa allah y3eeda leena bil khair o il ma7aba, o 3asa allah ya7fith Kuwaitna ilghalya min kel makrooh o yebarek lena feh o eb sha3bha il6ayyib.. o yallah yarab ye6awel eb 3omer ubona ubo mbarak o ya7fith lena ameerna o 7ekoomatna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd like to greet each of you for our great moments! And also, I sincerely wish you all the best life and everything.. Be patient if you're having difficult time, be thankful if you're living happy life, be so grateful if you have accomplished your goals, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Salam..! May allah bless you ALL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113105765255869391?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113105765255869391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113105765255869391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113105765255869391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113105765255869391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/3idkum-ebmbarak.html' title='3idkum ebmbarak'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113081221821070008</id><published>2005-11-01T02:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:37:32.936Z</updated><title type='text'>A new month has come</title><content type='html'>So, there are now 61 days left for the new year. Also, it's almost the end of ramadhan, so Eid may be tomorrow or the day after, as I hope it'll be so blessing on everyone and so enjoyable too. If I could go back to when I was kid, time by then would move so slowly, unlike now. It's quite incredible how time now moves on, you go and sit with bunch of friends of yours and do something afterwards and then you go somewhere else, and OH! It's a new day, eh? My days are completely waste of time, I mean, my days are most likely to be gone without a useful thing, it may not be true, but that's at least what it seems to me, fairly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several days since I wrote a new post and that's because of how busy I was and still will be, in just a week. As I promised, young fellows, I won't get off this road (i.e. blogging) and the reason simply is that I cannot be away from you guys, I know you can hardly bare my absence, so that's why this post will show the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it won't be as long as the previous posts, because I'm just wishing you very best days and moments in this month. And finally, as usual, I'll end it up with a little advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go get yourself a useful life or do for yourself a good favour, either way, you'll feel so happy eventually!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten cuidado a todos. Hasta luego..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113081221821070008?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113081221821070008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113081221821070008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113081221821070008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113081221821070008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-month-has-come.html' title='A new month has come'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113021091937496632</id><published>2005-10-25T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-25T03:28:39.383Z</updated><title type='text'>How to write your CV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was reading in &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk"&gt;bbc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and a useful article had my interest and especially now I'm required to write a CV. Has anyone of you guys got a CV or written one before? Here is the way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BBC News explains how to get a head start in the job hunting race and make  sure your CV is up to scratch.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your curriculum vitae is the single most important weapon in your armoury  when it comes to job hunting.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A prospective employer will often make a snap judgment the second they read  it and even the most qualified people on the planet can find themselves rejected  if the resume fails to come up to scratch. So how can you give yours the edge?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Avoid making it too fancy and complicated. You only have about five seconds  to grab the attention - if it is too clever and unreadable it will go in the  bin.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't try to make jokes and never slag off previous employers.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CV length&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are no set rules governing the length of your cv - this will be decided  on your career history, education and achievements. If possible try to keep it  to one page, but if this looks too cramped then feel free to spread it out over  two sheets.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyone has a different theory when it comes to cv design. Don't get too  bogged down over this, just make sure everything is clearly marked. Include your  career progression, education and achievements prominently so your prospective  employer doesn't have to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here is a basic format: Start off with your name, address and contact details  clearly listed at the top of the page. Follow this with a profile of yourself  which should include an outline of your skills, experience and immediate career  goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="sih"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to include&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="mva"&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="bull"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Career history&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="bull"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Skills and strengths&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="bull"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Awards and achievements&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="bull"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Contact details&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After this you can put in your career history - in reverse chronological  order over the past 10 years - with brief descriptions of your responsibilities  and achievements. Then comes education, interests/personal details and  references.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stick to the truth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Make sure it is printed on good quality A4 size paper and never attach extra  documents, letters or certificates - save these for the interview. Read and  re-read your cv, and then ask a friend of family member to read it as well.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Make sure there are no spelling errors or coffee stains as these will be  fatal.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It might sound obvious, but be truthful. Never try to smudge dates and jobs  to hide periods of unemployment. The most basic of checks will expose your  deceit and ruin any chance of getting the job.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Follow all instructions on the job advert. If they want four copies of your  cv then you should send four. It is also vital to get it in on time. The  covering letter should be customised for each job you apply for as this is your  chance to tailor your skills to the demands required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The link of this article is in &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/2950896.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What are your thoughts? Has they ever matched these rules? Tell me anything useful could help or advise me, we may share this knowledge together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113021091937496632?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113021091937496632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113021091937496632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113021091937496632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113021091937496632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-write-your-cv.html' title='How to write your CV'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-113003891237580761</id><published>2005-10-23T03:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:41:58.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Into The Blue</title><content type='html'>Today, all I did was sleeping, playin soccer, and then went to the cinema! My team played 2 games, one we won and the second we got a draw and none of us were satisfied by the results.. Hopefully, we could do it next saturday and win the tournament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I came back home and it was my turn to clean the kitchen and bathroom.. awww! So, I did clean the bathroom and it looks now so damn clean.. damnit, I didn't know that I could be a good cleaner =p Also, I had already cleaned half of the kitchen before I went to play soccer, and I will do the rest in hours time.. After cleaning the bathroom, I was so tired and had a lovely shower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the saturday's gathering, you know where it is by now, and we chatted and had fun as usual. Two hours later, we decided to go to the CINEMA! Horrraaaaayyyyyyyyyyy, I hadn't been there for quite long time.. We went to see "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0378109/"&gt;Into The Blue&lt;/a&gt;" and I really loved the movie, although it was voted as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not quite good&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about bunch of friends who love diving more than anything else. Jared, "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0908094/"&gt;Paul Walker&lt;/a&gt;", has a girlfriend named Sam, "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004695/"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/a&gt;". Jared is in love with Sam, and they both have one thing in common, which is "Diving" that they love. Jared's brother "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004790/"&gt;Scott Caan&lt;/a&gt;" who happens to be there when the story has just begun. They find an airplane that was sunk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into The Blue&lt;/span&gt;, they find treasure that few people will fight each other to own it. It's a lovely movie and if you have nothing very important to do, then I recommend you to go and watch it in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba always looks so HOT! And in this movie, she does look damn HOT, or in other words, she does it so good to look SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just right now I need to stop my dream which is "being on Jessica's lap!".. Oh yeah? So now you laugh at me, eh? Get the hell out of here, she's got HOT BUTT and definitely HOTTER than your gf's, my men =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-113003891237580761?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/113003891237580761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=113003891237580761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113003891237580761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/113003891237580761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/into-blue.html' title='Into The Blue'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112995466836306569</id><published>2005-10-22T04:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:22:28.056Z</updated><title type='text'>My hair is falling...</title><content type='html'>From now on, I'll be so busy on studying and need to concentrate as much as I can. However, that does NOT mean I'll stop posting in my blog, hell no! That's never gonna happen.. Besides, I'm a good organizer so I'll make sure there will be some time for posting, my dearest fellas! Don't you all worry, I will be there for ya when you need me *blushed* I know you cannot wait =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my hair started falling which is an expression I usually use when I focus or study a lot. Hopefully, I will not be bald by the end of the year.. But, I also hope that my hair could STOP falling =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my dad's advice which is quite funny, really. That is "Listen son, you gotta study as hard as you can, 'cause the world needs the likes of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, that's crap daddy! When I finish I'll sleep as much as I can and what's with the world nowadays, eh? Well, I'd love to say this to my daddy, but I know I cannot in front of him, so:&lt;br /&gt;"Listen dad, Go get yourself up and ready to serve this fucking world, and stop laying your ass on the couch or even in mom's bla bla bla" *sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so nice to say things in here that you cannot say them in real? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I always talk about sex's issues, and one day, him and me brought up some issues about my mom's sexuality =$ and why he wanted to marry another wife =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you love to have a dad like mine who is very open-minded and free, especially when he comes and talks about what he and my mom did last night? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just shut up, willya?&lt;br /&gt;Fine! I'll go to sleep then, off you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112995466836306569?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112995466836306569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112995466836306569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112995466836306569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112995466836306569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-hair-is-falling.html' title='My hair is falling...'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112995331612319843</id><published>2005-10-22T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:01:01.220Z</updated><title type='text'>A lovely night</title><content type='html'>Tonight, is one of the most nights I've enjoyed in the UK.. We, Kuwaiti students, had a lovely gathering and we were accompanied with arabic fellows, few Omanies and one iraqi guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice and we all hoped that could happen some time later. We talked and discussed many topics and there were a number of different ideas and thoughts. I'm sure most of us, if not all, learnt new cultures, thoughts, and some cooking techniques =p It was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should've taken pics to remember it, but nobody thought of it or few thought it might be a redicilous idea *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of different kinds of chocolate, coffee and tea! I think I finished everything in there *laughs* There was also fruits and few juices! It was much appreciated.. We stayed in a friend of mine house and our thanks go to them for giving us a lovely night.. What I really liked about it was the idea of the whole thing, I mean, because of it everyone now wants to have a day in every week where every one of us could meet together and have the same night we did hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays, it's gonna be in Mohammad and Ahmad house, who are Kuwaiti students. Mohammad is doing PhD in Education and Ahmad is doing MSc in Mechanical Engineering, and they live in the same house. On Saturdays, it'll be from now in Mohammad's house who is an Omani fella and he's doing PhD in Chemical Engineering, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I left the last one =) And, tomorrow I've got a football match against some of them, it's the second league of a special tournament that is arranged by the Oman Soceity. Last saturday, my team played one match and lost it, and now we only have 4 left.. Two for tonight and the rest for next week. Hopefully, we can win these two matches, and I'll make sure we will! *Your horray's are needed!* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the match, we'll be heading to Dr. Mohammad's house (;d=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao amigos y muchas gracias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112995331612319843?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112995331612319843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112995331612319843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112995331612319843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112995331612319843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/lovely-night.html' title='A lovely night'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112984571876601890</id><published>2005-10-20T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:01:58.773Z</updated><title type='text'>This week's favourite pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/tatto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/tatto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks hot, doesn't he? *nods* He seemed happy ever so much *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, they're so crazy people and he is just one of them.. Hmm, I've seen this thing in his nose, but where? *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, oh yeah, on some horses, you horsy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta say it guys, we love this pic, don't we? Also, it's one of the stupidiest and dumbest pic I've ever seen =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken in London in the 7th of October, and here is the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=1756&amp;amp;e=2&amp;u=/051007/481/llp10910071745"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;ncid=1756&amp;e=2&amp;amp;u=/051007/481/llp10910071745&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye, you lovy dovy people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112984571876601890?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112984571876601890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112984571876601890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112984571876601890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112984571876601890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-weeks-favourite-pic.html' title='This week&apos;s favourite pic'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112984348901333749</id><published>2005-10-20T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:34:11.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Bleach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/bleach03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/bleach03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bleach7.com/"&gt;Bleach&lt;/a&gt; is an anime cartoon and it is one of the best I've seen so far, in my opinion.. The story is about evil souls and good souls and starts when a society of the good souls or (Death Gods) send one of its fellas in a mission to the living world. In addition, the evil and good souls do NOT live in the real world, however, they're connected to it somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the whole story is about two people: A talented guy named "Kurosaki Ichigo" and A death god named "Rukia"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia who is a death god is sent to the living world with a mission to accomplish, and as you will know oneday that death gods have powers and skills and they cannot be seen by ordinary people.. Usually, sending a death god there means that to kill Hollows (i.e. evil spirits) and make the living world so peaceful.. So, at time she got there she had to rescue some people which she did, and Ichigo happened to be there when she did rescue them but she thought that she was never seen by anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she went to Ichigo's house and again thought that she'd never be seen, but Ichigo proved her wrong with a kick in the ass, adding, "who the hell are you?" and "Why am I the only person who sees ghosts?".. Simply, she was shocked about how a normal guy could see her.. Briefly, she explained everything to him, such as: the bad and good spirits and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were talking, a Hollow attacked Ichigo's family, so what Ichigo did was running to save them, but he could not force the hollow with his human powers, it was just impossible.. So, Rukia tried her best to save him, but she was injured.. (Usually Hollows go after people who have high spirit: the more they kill high spirits people, the stronger the hollows get!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Rukia quite a while to understand why the hollow was after Ichigo's family and in fact the hollow was after Ichigo himself, since he's got very high spirit.. Rukia injured and Ichigo had no chance to fight except one chance that was transferring some of Rukia's power to Ichigo so he can fight.. Though, it required Ichigo to become a death god! Then, Rukia intended to give some of her power to Ichigo, but that was not the case.. Ichigo took it all without any intentions though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Rukia's world she was forced with an execution and she's got to be executed, and the reason simply was that she gave her power to a strange guy without any permission! So, Ichigo promised himself to protect her and save, and then he went to her world with some helps of his friends and ex-death gods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is really interesting and good and I strongly recommend to those of you who love watching animes cartoons or so to see it! You know, sometimes there is a must-see movie, and in the other case, it is a must-see anime! GO WATCH IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, it's still being shown in one of the Japanese channels and every Tuesday there is an episode which you can download one day later after the episode is subtitled.. Also, the latest episode is 54 which I saw last night and it was so thrilling.. Now I cannot wait for the next episodes and I'll pay you 100 bucks if you tell me now you've got the episode 55! I'm a big fan of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful links: Most animes cartoons in &lt;a href="http://www.animesuki.com/"&gt;Animesuki.com&lt;/a&gt; and for their torrents the best place is &lt;a href="http://a.scarywater.net/"&gt;scarywater.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for &lt;a href="http://www.bittorrent.com/"&gt;BitTorrents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112984348901333749?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112984348901333749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112984348901333749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112984348901333749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112984348901333749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleach.html' title='Bleach'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112983973486301518</id><published>2005-10-20T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:22:14.890Z</updated><title type='text'>A cup of tea and Whole Nut (Cadbury) do the job!</title><content type='html'>It's been so difficult today, as I was working the whole day, since 9am till 5pm!! It was so tiring and when you just fast during these times, you simply hate everything around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep before breaking my fasting but I could not get some.. Thank GOD! Today was not my turn to cook =( neither is to clean *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, thanks go to my housemate who made a lovely dinner: rice with chicken (kabsat deyyay) and magi soup. I ate so much and enjoyed it very much too, then I watched my favourite anime cartoon, &lt;a href="http://www.bleach7.com/"&gt;Bleach&lt;/a&gt;. It usually feels so good to finish work first and then to have some rest, especially after having loads of food =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my mood still hadn't changed to its best, till I thought of a little secret that could help; A cup of tea with whole nut cadbury! Oh, yeah! I love cadburies.. Also, it does the job you want when you're in a position where I was earlier. However, I'm not fan of tea and coffee drinks and I rarely drink them, while, my best and favourite drinks are Water, Lemonade, and Orange juice.. Speaking of mood, my &lt;a href="http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/"&gt;moodlonely&lt;/a&gt; will never change though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been upto for today..? Oh yeah, I went to buy couple of science books that are fairly related to my design projects and I paid $180 only for two books ='(  And, just for the record, I have done the first part of my 1st design project, so I'm a bit relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy *yawns* I did not get much sleep for the last 2 days and what irritates me the most that I cannot sleep early whatsoever although I'm really exhausted now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, what I will end up this post with is a priceless advice for science students, I think you can call it "a reminder" too, which is, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially in science, if you want to be so successful, you must study before anything is given to you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten cuidado y Suerte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112983973486301518?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112983973486301518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112983973486301518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112983973486301518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112983973486301518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/cup-of-tea-and-whole-nut-cadbury-do.html' title='A cup of tea and Whole Nut (Cadbury) do the job!'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112977568416792756</id><published>2005-10-20T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:34:44.176Z</updated><title type='text'>What's your favourite quote..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, here are many quotes I wrote myself and each of which has an incident that my imaginations were forced into.. However, I will not include any of the incidents for now and my quotes may speak for themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, do pick your favourite quote and state the reasons and they are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love doesn't exist; love is the existence of everything.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born to listen, not to speak.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its significantly impossible to fight your own image. Though, you can only follow it, or direct it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its really hopeless and endless to be what you are not created to be.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are two types of dreams; a real dream where you're still awake, and a fake dream where you're still asleep.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd definitely go with somebody who is likely to be non-unforgivable person.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nudity sometime is defined as the triumph of fashion.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tributary of love could flow disastrously wrong, and enhance some high risk in humanity.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadness could be drunken to death, simply living with no soul.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homeless people do not have to be unhappy, unlike lonely people.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexuality is always required when it comes to girls. Huh! What about boys! You know, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are many types of women, whilst, there is only one type of men, which is a type of creative of multiple-type.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tongue-process shows the real desires of any human.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd love to have a dream, its dream of a real dream, where the dream is not dreamt of vagueness.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm always as quiet as an empty room, I listen, I listen again, then I speak of listening.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd rather to be spoken first, then listened later.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To love somebody with doubts is my definition of hate.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The beauty of women is the neck, but nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sexiest woman is the one who always looks different in some place than other.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men love confident women.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you need to feel better, then you need to feel worse first.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place I entered seems to have no way out; it is the road of love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not kind of person who makes a move either at the beginning or the end.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how long you've been with me, you'd still have a lot to discover than you already had.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone is looking for satisfactions in sex, even my mom still is..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't love be another word meaning of hurting or killing?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm simply the new representative of sadness itself, the reason: she left the door open.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex, unlike Love, gives the opportunity for you people to have new generations.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112977568416792756?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112977568416792756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112977568416792756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112977568416792756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112977568416792756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-your-favourite-quote.html' title='What&apos;s your favourite quote..?'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112959047127608895</id><published>2005-10-17T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:22:13.173Z</updated><title type='text'>A place where I'd love to be now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/snow_viewbw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/snow_viewbw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is where I'd love to be now.. This pic was taken a year ago by a friend of mine who lives in NYC.. It was taken in brookwood hall, a park in east islip, in long Island =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's simply an artist.. But I'm not sure whether the camera is the key or him =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine now, you were there with your gf/bf and holding hands together, or even snogging each other while its snowing above your lips and tongues.. Oh! I could keep kissing for days under this kinda weather! I just love the snow.. Imagine again, your gf/bf who could be sitting on that chair is waiting you, and you just go running not the sake of him/her, only the sake of being warm (i.e. being on the warmest lap ever, eh? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's just start having our dreams in there.. I totally assure you would not regret any part of it.. I'll just start dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I wonder how it feels to be left outside in there with lots of chicks, hot chicks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a gorgoeus view, I love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fellas, off you go.. I'll carry on my dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego ble&lt;/span&gt;ñ&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;adors =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112959047127608895?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112959047127608895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112959047127608895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112959047127608895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112959047127608895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/place-where-id-love-to-be-now.html' title='A place where I&apos;d love to be now..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112958155684637840</id><published>2005-10-17T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:39:16.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by a man. The man said, "I must have you right now! I'll drop $500 on the ground at your feet and in the time it takes for you to pick it up I can have my way with you from behind!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The woman thought it over and told the man to wait a minute. She called her girlfriend on her cell phone and told her about the man's proposition. Her girlfriend said "When he drops the $500 on the ground I'm sure you can pick it up and run before he gets his pants down. Call me back and tell me what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An hour and a half later the lady called her girlfriend back. "What happened?" the girlfriend asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lady said "That jerk had $500 in quarters!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112958155684637840?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112958155684637840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112958155684637840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112958155684637840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112958155684637840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/funny-joke.html' title='Funny joke'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112958113010769791</id><published>2005-10-17T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:32:10.163Z</updated><title type='text'>A true story from our past..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is an arabic story that happened in very long time, or even before the middle east had its countries.. I was told by my grandfather when I was so young, and I never fogret it, since its so priceless.. Basically, this is about "The price of offering some advices" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I won't explain more and I shall begin telling you the story, and then you can decide how priceless it should be.. This is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A poor family who were living in a miserable life: they suffered from a lot of things and the mom and dad had only one child.. They tried their best in order to make this child happy, they provided him with the needs and demands he needed and he never complained about what the life had given him.. However, he never was happy inside and never showed that to his parent, and when he was 14 or so, "I won't let it affect me and my parent, I will survive!" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A few years later, his mom and dad wanted him to get married as soon as possible, so they could see his children before they leave this life for good. He refused in the first place, but after many persuasions he was given, he convinced himself to get married.. Exactly, after, he agreed so, his parent told him about the girl they found, and it was really quick, and then he knew that the girl was already there before making his decision! Just a couple of weeks later, he got married to lovely woman who never got the chance to know, for those who don't know how married can be done in arabic cultures: in the past all men got married to women they never knew, or at least they had a right to see her face before anything could happen..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But, his mom oneday woke up quite sad that she knew something was going to happen very soon, and just few days later, her son called in her house.. "I have been thinking a lot about going somewhere else to earn good money and work as hard as I can, so my children would live happily ever so much" He told his mom.. "Hmmm, my dearest, you're a married man now, and I can see in your eyes the ambition and intention, so I won't prevent you.. and may ALLAH be with you" She replied with tears.. He then farewelled his dad and wife, and he promised to come back with success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After spending only one week with his wife, he headed to somewhere he never knew.. He kept travelling for days and weeks.. Some time later, he saw a country and decided to go there and see how it will go! Before, he reached it, he saw an old woman who was living with 3 children alone, and that woman saw him passing by.. "You're not from here, are you?" She asked him.. "No, but I came here to look for a decent job" He replied.. "Hmmm, I actually need a man who can look after my business: animals, etc" she told him.. He happily answered "I could do it for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, they both agreed and the woman told him "I'll give you a camel for each period of time!" He immediately and surprisingly said "That's just so great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The period actually was quite long, and I never had the chance to knew the exact, but as we may know to have a camel in the past means that you're gonna be rich due to the price camels were on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After she described him when he would get camel, and the times, he did not disagree - even though - he knew that was quite long.. Next day, he started his job and worked as hard as he could, and everytime he got tired he tried to remember his family, so that was the encouragous part for him! Exactly, week after, the woman gave him his 1st camel, with one condition: the camel got to be in her territory untill he passed the required time they agreed on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before that happened, he had already told her "Ma'am, I actually prefer to have a female camel for my 1st payment if that is possible" which she agreed on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After few years of working, he got few camels and he was clever enough to ask for the 1st one to be female: he wanted to mate the males with the female so he could grow his animals as fast as he could.. The woman did not know anything about that, nor he told her so! His first priority was that he needed to come back to his wife and family as soon as he could, but that was never gonna be done till he was satisfied: having the objects he wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Approximately 15-20 years later, he had 31 camels and that was never accomplished by anyone, so the credits were given to him by the people he was around with.. He was just a clever man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The woman immediately got jealous and in some way or another he could compete her with what he got.. So, she decided to invite him for a breakfast, because she wanted him to do a new job for her without providing any explanations.. So, he accepted it and the day after, first thing in the morning he went there and saw a quite astonishing breakfast, and he drooled and could not wait to eat.. "Oh, as I see you now, I think you just wanna start eating it now, eh?" She said, then he replied with "Ofcourse I do!".. "OK! I will let you eat first then once you finish, tell me, so we can discuss it and get the job done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He was about to start, but he had already been interupted with her children: "Uncle, Uncle, can we eat with you! We're so starving we did not eat since last night!" The children were shouting.. "Oh, my dears, I won't have anything till your bellies are fulled.. so enjoy it dears!" He said it and went for a walk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Suddenly, he heard something so loud: the woman was shouting so loud, and even could be heard from the whole surrounded people.. He immediately ran there so quickly and curiously to know what was happening in there.. He saw 3 children who were laid on the ground, and he could not hear anything, it suddenly became so quiet.. At first, he did not know what was it, and he saw the woman pulling her hair and crying blood tears! Then, he knew her children were killed or even dead as he assumed in the first place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Oh my word! you wanted to kill me!!!!!" He said it and started crying, "But, see what you did! you intended to kill me, but you killed your children, I shall never forgive you, and neither will they!" He added.. "OH, so you poisioned the food in order to kill me!" he kept saying it..  "May Allah forgive you now!" He said it later and left her for good.. After he packed up his stuff and everything, and was ready to leave, he was whispering "Oh, what's with women and jealousy.. She wanted to kill me because I could compete her with her luxury things!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He left with his 31 camels, and he decided it was the time to go back home! While, he was travelling and after he left that place, he saw an elderly man, with white beard and hair. So, they sit together and everyone was talking about the expeirences and incidents they both had.. The elderly man asked our guy why he looked so down and sad, so the guy told him everything and the story in which he was about to die.. "I really need somebody to offer me advices!.. I'm so in a need of them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The elderly man told him that he could offer him what he just said, but he had to pay for each advice the elderly man would offer.. "I've got 3-advices which are the most precious things I still have in my whole life! And I could sell you them, and for each one, I should take from you 10 camels!" He said to the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The guy laughed and said "So, now you're gonna fib me!".. The elderly man smiled and stared at him.. Then, the guy knew that the man was really serious about it, so he said "Okay, I can agree and give you what you want, but I get to hear the 1st advice, then decide whether yes or no!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The elderly man agreed and said: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My 1st advice: latkhawi a3raj ilrejlaain, wala a3war il3aineen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The guy agreed and gave him the 1st 10 camels for it.. "The 2nd one, please" he added..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My 2nd advice: latnaam eb she3eeb monkhafith wala eb she3eeb 3alli ou mortafi3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" he said.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: she3eeb means "jebal or mountain in english =p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The guy then gave him his 2nd 10 camels for it.. "The 3rd one, please" he added..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My 3rd and last advice: etha e7salatlik moshkila  bil-lail ajelha/akherha lil-sub7, o etha e7salatlik moshkila bil-nahar ajelha/akherha lil-lail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, the guy added him with the last 10 camels he had, so the elderly man was given a total of 30 camels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second day, when the elderly man was sleeping, the guy was thinking of "All these years, I've been working and got 30 camels, and gave them away with nothing!"... "If I come back to my family and when they see me with nothing what they will say!" he said.. "Probably nothing!" he added..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the morning the next day, the elderly man saw something weird in the guy's eyes and said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listen, son, do NOT ever forget these advices, and just to be in the safe side, bear 'em in mind! And never ever let them slip away from you what so ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... So, the guy promised that to the elderly man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The elderly man headed to the opposite way of our guy who headed to his way back home.. Few days later, the guy met a strange man in the road, and decided to sit together and have a rest for 3 days.. But, suddenly, the guy saw something wrong with the man; he was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;a3raj ilrejlaaain o a3war il3aineeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" So immediately, he rememberred the 1st advice he was given.. "Oh, now I'll see if that man was not lying to me about the 3 advices!" whisperred..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First day, the stranger was so generous and nice, and the second day, he became more generous and nicer.. "Hmm! I should wait one more day and see!" the guy said to himself.. The third day, the stranger woke the guy up and had already made a nice breakfast for our guy! "Oh, shit!! he lied to me, did not he?" he kept whispering.. When the sunset was almost there, the guy rememberred the last words the elderly man said, so he waited for the stranger to fall asleep.. After the stranger had fallen asleep, the guy put some clothes under his planket and went to sleep behind the tree, just to be in the safe side as he was told..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the middle of the night, the guy heard something and peeked to see what it was.. It was the stranger's noise, and the guy saw something his eyes could never believe! He saw the stranger holding a rock and was trying to throw it at the guy's place so to kill the guy.. After he did, he laughed and said "Now, I can take your camel and everything you got, you idiot!" The stranger said.. "Not really, NO! Thanks to the elderly man!" The guy said behind the tree, so the guy went and killed the stranger.. "What a wiseman you are, elderly man" He shouted !! He cried and said "You saved me, you really did!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So he carried on travelling and travelling, untill he met loads of people who were travelling the same way he was, so he joined them and talked to their leader.. When they decided to sleep and have a rest, they went to down the mountain, and they guy did follow them.. All of sudden, he rememberred the elderly 2nd advice "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;latnaam eb she3eeb monkhafith wala she3eeb 3alli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" so, he ran so quickly to tell the leader about this advice, after he did.. The leader laughed and said "You must be kidding me! I have been doing this for years and years! The elderly man must've robbed you!" So, they went to sleep where they were, in a valley! The guy did listen to the 2nd advice and went to sleep in a proper place, not high, nor low!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When he woke up the next day, he saw nobody except their stuff and golds, etc.. He cried and said again "OH, you've saved me for the 2nd time... What are you, you elderly man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He went to check if there was somebody alive, and unfortunately, none there was.. But, he saw golds on the ground and he collected everything he could collect.. and then he was back to travelling home, and while he was, he said "Now, you saved me and gave me golds instead of my camels, how can I ask more? eh?"... When he saw his country, he decided to hide the gold in somewhere far than his country which he did.. So, then he went in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When he arrived there, he kept asking about a place where his parent used to live.. and one of the fellas there told him "Sorry to tell you that, but the people you're asking about died about years ago!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He could not stop crying, and blaming himself for not seeing them before they had died.. Then, he went and prayed on them.. Afterwards, he headed to his home, and once he got there, he saw a man sharing the house with his wife, and even sharing the same bed.. The man he saw was strong and big, and even the guy compared him to his age.. He thought, his woman was betraying him and sleeping with another man.. so he decided to kill them both.. In the middle of the way, and while he was walking in there, he rememberred the elderly man advice, the 3rd one "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;etha e7salatlik moshkila  bil-lail ajelha/akherha lil-sub7, o etha e7salatlik moshkila bil-nahar ajelha/akherha lil-lail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" and then he said "NO WAY! this is gonna help me now.. Okay, I'm so grateful for him who helped my life twice!.. but no chance with thise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, he kept going on and on, but before he arrived close to them, he rememberred the last words the elderly man said.. so he decided to back off and listened to the last advice, knowing that it will not help him what so ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, he promised himself first thing in the morning, I'll go there and kill them.. In the morning, he went there and knock the door as a guest to stay in.. The man, who was with the guy's wife, greeted him and welcomed him to the house.. The guy had already hidden the gun underneath his clothes, so to kill them.. The guy was happily served and provided with eat and everything by the man and his wife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The guy said "I'll ask this man to bring me some water, so I'll kill him first then kill my wife!"... "Excuse me, would you please bring me some water, I'm abit thirsty!" He said to the man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The man turned and gave the guy his back, and went inside to bring water for his guest, whereas, the guy got his gun out of his clothes to kill the man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The guy pointed at the man and was about to shoot him, but before that, he heard the man saying "MOM! can you bring me some water, our guest needs it now!"... So, the guy got fainted! And, then the man saw that guy being fainted and hurried up to his mom telling her "Mom, this guy is holding a gun and now is fainted!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go, and see if his back skin is injuired.. If yes, then he's your dad!&lt;/span&gt;" His mom told him.. When he went, he heard his father saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHHHHH, bless you, the elderly man, 1st you saved my life, 2nd you saved my life, and 3rd you saved my son, my wife, and mine lifes!&lt;/span&gt;" with blood tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What a story, eh? It is a true story by the way =) I hope you enjoy it very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112958113010769791?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112958113010769791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112958113010769791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112958113010769791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112958113010769791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-story-from-our-past.html' title='A true story from our past..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112952283900548862</id><published>2005-10-17T03:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T04:20:39.033Z</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You Don't Know About Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This article I read in esquire magazine when I was in Qatar travelling to UK. This article is by Judy Greer, and I really like it and what it says about women is so true. These 10 things are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. We're way more vulgar than you. We just aren't as loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. We don't really mind when you leave the toilet seat up. It's evidence that you didn't piss all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. We drink till you're cute, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Whoever told you that we love spooning is wrong. You fall asleep immediately, and we're pinned under your heavy, sweaty limbs, trying desperately to break free before you start snoring. And yes, you will start snoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. No, we don't want to listen you play Guns R'Roses song you just learned on your guitar (or brass or drums). We're not in college anymore. Sitting on your couch while you struggle through "November Rain" is painful. Have mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. "You're so smart" actually means, "You're so adorable when you try to act smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Sexy beats cute. Smart trumps sexy. Funny takes the pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. When we say cool, really, wow, and huh, we're not listening, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. We don't really expect you to like romantic comedies. We just make you watch them as payback for all the baseball games, Metallica concerts, and Super Bowl parties we sit through with you. And for the record, we, unlike you, have yet to fall asleep in the middle of any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. We never fake orgasms. Okay, once in a while we do. But only for the sake of expediency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112952283900548862?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112952283900548862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112952283900548862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112952283900548862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112952283900548862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-things-you-dont-know-about-women.html' title='10 Things You Don&apos;t Know About Women'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112951691277603286</id><published>2005-10-17T01:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:31:58.926Z</updated><title type='text'>New experience..</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my third week living with Omani people and it feels quite good and astonsihing. I have never had the chance to live with, you know, some different arabic cultures, but I've lived with Kuwaities before, and quite few that I enjoyed. The people I live with have also different points of view towards life and this simply makes the gathering, we always have, unmissable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, two weeks ago I thought its gonna be weird and so different and I still say it still is. This is because of how most of us, people in the gulf, would probably think and act, as you may know, we all are different, but in deep inside, we are the same.. Many people I met during my life in here would not like the idea of living with strange people, only their fellas.. I must say that it is immature to think that way, or even to be against it and since those who think that way will never succeed in meeting new people. If you don't like the idea of it, you wouldn't be able to get on with any other people whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have learnt a number of useful things and these have surely extended my ways of thinking towards life, respect, and communications. I can list quite important things that I have learnt, which they may not be so in your point of view, and these are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm now aware of most of Omani cultures.. which is entirely marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;2. I've gained a good knowledge of many informations concerning pastlife, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being more patient and reliable&lt;br /&gt;4. Learnt new ways of cooking&lt;br /&gt;5. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I stayed with 4 different people; german guy, englishman, singaporian, and a south african guy. All we did was "arguing" about "My country is the best country in the world" and just 2 months later, everyone started to hate the other and what was funny was that some dragged another into a group, and so did it follow. Nevertheless, most of us did enjoy part of it and learnt good things. But for me, I did not enjoy it that much - I spent most of my time on surfing the net and reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest disadvantage about that was I did not study quite enough and was almost in a failure year, but luckily, I coped well. However, coping quite well could be my advantage that I learnt throughout the whole year with these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm looking forward to seeing new and good things and I can tell it is so far much better than my last whole year. Just imagine, every new day you'll always get to talk about new topic and subject and express your thoughts. We argue, agree, disagree, half agree, recommend, suggest, advise, and finally learn within the chosen topic or something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if that was the case with few Kuwaities, and I'm not saying "all" Kuwaities, then it might be different and might get out of hands! I'm sure many of you agree with this and I've been thinking of the reasons and trying to solve them. "Jealousy" is the only thing I can think of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneday, I decided to contrast and compare between Kuwaities and Omanies and I found that most of Omanies stick their hands together and solve any problem that anyone might have. Of course, not the entire Omanies are like that, they also have their ups and downs just like any people do. Probably higher than most of Kuwaities argue and fight with each other, they just end up hating each other, and the one who has got some influence and power would end up pulling some fellas with him/her to make a group, and the story goes on. But, of course, not the entire Kuwaities are like that, they also have their ups and downs just like any people do. And, it goes entirely and excatly the same with Saudies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, or I hope now you can see why I call it "New experience"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112951691277603286?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112951691277603286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112951691277603286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112951691277603286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112951691277603286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-experience.html' title='New experience..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112936956637728643</id><published>2005-10-15T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:46:06.506Z</updated><title type='text'>House..</title><content type='html'>"House" is my favourite show on TV. As indicated in this &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412142/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;: The best hospital show since ER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0491402/"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/a&gt; who plays the main role in this show, i.e. Dr House.. Hugh laurie is known as a good comic and he has great potential.. The way he acts in this show is so classy and I really admire him a whole lot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the creativity of the show is just amazing and it's quite good to have such a TV show nowadays.. When I watched it for the first time, I was like "Damn, this is so good! I won't miss it for the world." I'm very fond of Drama and Mystery shows and this one is simply the best ever for me. I actually hope there will be as many serieses as "Friends", or even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellas, if you have not watched it yet, then I strongly recommend you to watch it as you are just reading this post.. It's a must-see show! However, if you're not the Drama-type of person, then you could watch "something else" or you just give it a go and see if you ever change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the UK, it's shown on channel "five" every Thursday 10pm.. I'm going to purchase some CDs, 'cause I cannot wait se7en days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112936956637728643?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112936956637728643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112936956637728643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112936956637728643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112936956637728643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/house.html' title='House..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112874788081411271</id><published>2005-10-08T05:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-08T05:04:40.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quote.</title><content type='html'>Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can have. It's much sexier than any body part..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112874788081411271?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112874788081411271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112874788081411271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112874788081411271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112874788081411271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/favorite-quote.html' title='Favorite Quote.'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112874708640164034</id><published>2005-10-08T04:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-08T04:51:26.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Mubarak 3alaikum ilshahar ilfatheel (Ramadhan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, its kinda late.. but I'd like to congrat you on the most holy month of islam, i.e. ramadhan.. Mabrook 3alaikum hal shahar ilfatheel o 3asa yen3ad 3alaina bil khair o ilm7aba, o 3asa allah yetqabal seyamna o kel shay feh khair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May Allah bless you ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;salam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112874708640164034?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112874708640164034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112874708640164034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112874708640164034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112874708640164034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/10/mubarak-3alaikum-ilshahar-ilfatheel.html' title='Mubarak 3alaikum ilshahar ilfatheel (Ramadhan)'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112657020583279039</id><published>2005-09-13T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:45:05.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the 15th</title><content type='html'>On the 15th of this month, I have to leave the place I'm in now, so I'll move into a new house with some friends of mine. In the same day, my results will be ready, and I hope they'll be allright!! *INSHALLA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on the 17th I'm flying to Kuwait, to see my family and enjoy my time.. and I'll be back here in UK on 2nd of Oct. So, you shall see me some time later than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has simply been terribly terrible for me! damn it, I never tend to be lucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the worst one I've ever had in whole of my life, and I know the life has never given me some happieness that I've always been seeking for, but, il7amdella 3ala kel 7al.. I'm dying now to hear only one thing, which is "You passed".. Its been hard on me, even though, the year hasn't finished yet, and there are 3 months left to go, but I still support what I said earlier, it was terribly terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, this day will be my last in the net, till I settle down into the new place. However, I could not do anything about my luck in this year, or even you may call it whatever you want, but I was damn lost.. It seems that I walked into the wrong road!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you walk into a road, which has no end, nor a turn that you can take in order to reach a way out of this road. In other words, you're dead lost!When I was in that road, everytime I raised my hand so somebody could pick me up, I got up with no one left nearby.. The more I raised my hand, the more people kept disappearing!! What a road I was into, simply, my hands and legs were tied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this has been an astonishing experience from which I have learnt many important things in general, especially in how the life could be out there.. Unfortunately, the life itself is full of surprises, and my advice is: just be prepared to which its capable of, and never get carried away when it smiles to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, I was hoping not to hope, but now, I'll just hope for my sake..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112657020583279039?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112657020583279039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112657020583279039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112657020583279039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112657020583279039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/thursday-15th.html' title='Thursday the 15th'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112648311814421511</id><published>2005-09-11T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:58:38.146Z</updated><title type='text'>The joke of the month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An elderly Jewish man, who was a Holocaust survivor retires to Florida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day he buys a lottery ticket, and much to his luck, hits the jackpot winning several million dollars.Soon afterwards, he is visited by the Rabbi of his temple. The Rabbi says to the man "so, will you be sharing any of your wonderful blessing, perhaps a donation to the temple?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man replys sheepishly "Well actually Rabbi, I spent almost all of it already"."What?" the Rabbi askes increduously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What on earth could you have spent so much money on?" So, the man says "I'll show you, come on out to the garage" . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"They go out to the garage and the man shows the rabbi a solid gold statue of Adolf Hitler that he had personally commissioned." The rabbi's jaw drops - he's stunned "but . . . but . . . this man was the worlds greatest murderer, are you out of your mind?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes I know" the man says, and he rolls up his sleeve, "but he gave me my lucky numbers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112648311814421511?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112648311814421511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112648311814421511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112648311814421511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112648311814421511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/joke-of-month_11.html' title='The joke of the month..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112648192784753886</id><published>2005-09-11T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:41:16.370Z</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/84m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/400/84m2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I love this movie! The only word I can describe it with is "Stunning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of my favourite, and is my movie of the month.. However, its really shame that I did not know about it when it was released few years ago.. I accidently saw it tonight on TV.. This movie is simply a must-see one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0268978/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; of the movie, where you can find almost everything you may need, such as: trivia, goofs, quotes, and tagline, etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112648192784753886?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112648192784753886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112648192784753886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112648192784753886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112648192784753886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/beautiful-mind.html' title='A Beautiful Mind...'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112611679557953757</id><published>2005-09-07T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:13:15.623Z</updated><title type='text'>moodlonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello everyone, I hope you can enjoy my blog and everything else.. Here is a little about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm old enough to distinguish from which is wrong and which is not, as I and most say, age is only a number! So, I don't really care about ages.. I most care about other things, such as; respect, understanding, appreciation, honesty, attitude and temper, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm an &lt;strong&gt;old-fashioned guy&lt;/strong&gt;, and I like everything to be simple, and you can call me (&lt;strong&gt;an admirer of simplicity&lt;/strong&gt;).. The most things I really love are "&lt;strong&gt;peace &amp; quiet&lt;/strong&gt;" and ofcourse, there are many things amongst them that I tend to love too. I love learning new things, like learning new languages, new techniques in everything.. And I do have my own style of &lt;strong&gt;creation&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'm sorta creative guy.. My favourite colours are &lt;strong&gt;dark blue&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;beige&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always &lt;strong&gt;silent&lt;/strong&gt;, but Im a &lt;strong&gt;talkative-guy&lt;/strong&gt;.. If you don't know me, you wont hear a word from me.. If you know me, you would hear a litte from me.. If you REALLY know me, you would enjoy my company.. Here is what I wrote about myself "&lt;strong&gt;I'm whom like nobody was, I love from the bottom of my heart&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to be disturbed most of the time, since I often tend to be in a quiet mood, or even moodlonely, and , as most of my fellas say, I always make &lt;strong&gt;stubbornness&lt;/strong&gt; alive! aww! So, I'm  stubborn! *&lt;strong&gt;wink&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so romantic, and I do NOT easily get in the mood of &lt;strong&gt;romance&lt;/strong&gt;, but once I am, once the person who may be with me will surely enjoy and taste the beauty of romance. *&lt;strong&gt;cough cough&lt;/strong&gt;* I've got many meanings of love, however, they all come to one meaning; "&lt;strong&gt;The love doesn't exist; The love is the existence of everything&lt;/strong&gt;" *&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the &lt;strong&gt;negative side&lt;/strong&gt;.. *&lt;strong&gt;wink&lt;/strong&gt;*.. &lt;strong&gt;Selfishness&lt;/strong&gt;! No! I'm not selfish at all, nor I &lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt;, I dont &lt;strong&gt;cheat&lt;/strong&gt;, and finally I dont lie! However, sometimes I have to lie just in order to avoid hurting people, as in white lies.. Though, I think its so wrong, but what can I do *&lt;strong&gt;pout&lt;/strong&gt;* .. I don't like smuggers, nor too proud people.. I don't like anybody, and I hate everyone equally *&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;.. &lt;/strong&gt;I really hate "&lt;strong&gt;Treachery&lt;/strong&gt;" and I'm very messy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music, eh?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah Music! The most enjoyable thing in my list! My favourite is "&lt;strong&gt;abdulmajeed abdullah&lt;/strong&gt;", however, I do listen to many Arabic singers.. I'm also keen on English music, and my favourite singers/bands are: &lt;strong&gt;Ray Charles - ColdPlay - Mariah Carey - Celine Dion - Robbie Williams - Brian McKnight - Westlife - Blue - Beatles - Barry White&lt;/strong&gt;.. "Forgot any? hmm.. Hell no!" I adore sad, slow and quiet music as well as acoustic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing?&lt;/strong&gt; aww, what? I cant hear you? Whoops, sorry, I don't want you to hear, just to read me stories.. Yeppie.. I spend most of my sparetime in writing and making up stories *imaginations* I have so many stories to list here in this blog, and I will surely do in the near future.. Hint: I'm capable of writing an imaginary story in any minute I want, or hmmm even if you want me to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobbies? &lt;/strong&gt;I play the &lt;strong&gt;Piano&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah the piano itself, I learnt it when I was in the high-school or slightly before.. But I'm not really professional, and now I'm abit sad, since I moved here in UK, and I haven't touched the piano like for now 4 years.. &lt;strong&gt;Football!!&lt;/strong&gt; OH WOW! My football, oh I just love it more than anything else.. I'm a midfielder player, and I play with both feet! Simply, if you wanna win a game, you should call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;strong&gt;sporty-man&lt;/strong&gt;, and I really love &lt;strong&gt;swimming&lt;/strong&gt;, though I'm not that good swimmer. I love going to &lt;strong&gt;the sea&lt;/strong&gt;, 'cause it makes me feel special, and I can express my stresses and feelings as wide as I can, with nobody around bothering me.. My favourite team as you may know, is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juventus.com"&gt;Juventus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I also support "&lt;strong&gt;Italy&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love watching &lt;strong&gt;movies&lt;/strong&gt;, almost all kinds of movies and playing cards.. When I usually choose to watch a movie on my own, I go to prepare the recipes for the &lt;strong&gt;cooking&lt;/strong&gt;.. I'm a good cook and I mostly cook arabic food, khaleeji and lebanese, indian and italian foods too. The reason why I love cooking is simply that I love &lt;strong&gt;creating&lt;/strong&gt;, and I do create some dishes of my own, and I also I hell enjoy cooking, its really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  usually spend my sparetime on the &lt;strong&gt;net&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;, in the first, I generally chat in either &lt;strong&gt;msn&lt;/strong&gt; (3&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;strong&gt;an&lt;/strong&gt; as I call it *&lt;strong&gt;giggle&lt;/strong&gt;*) or in &lt;strong&gt;mIRC&lt;/strong&gt;, especially the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chat.efnet.org"&gt;EFnet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; server. In the second, which is reading, I just love to read about "History" or sometimes about novels and Arabic &amp; English literature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studying?&lt;/strong&gt; OH NO! Please, can we change the subject! I'm studying mechanical engineering in somewhere in the UK, I believe ;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD bless you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112611679557953757?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112611679557953757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112611679557953757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112611679557953757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112611679557953757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/moodlonely_07.html' title='moodlonely'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112594356833461938</id><published>2005-09-05T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:06:08.336Z</updated><title type='text'>YoYo</title><content type='html'>YoYo who is my brother will be hospitalized in 30 mins from now, he'll have an operation in first thing in the morning! And, he is just 9 years old :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inshalla, etgoum bil salamma ya 7abebi..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112594356833461938?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112594356833461938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112594356833461938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112594356833461938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112594356833461938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/yoyo.html' title='YoYo'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112586219993759989</id><published>2005-09-04T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:00:17.083Z</updated><title type='text'>The Horse Whisperer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/1600/77m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1785/1537/320/77m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/7740/640/77m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a movie I watched in 1999 and again today on TV which I really liked.. If you ask me to scale it, then I'll give it 8 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about "Romantic drama adapted from Nicholas Evans's best-selling novel. After a riding accident has left both a young girl and her horse physically and mentally scarred, her mother takes them to a rancher with a reputation for treating traumatised animals. During the healing process, the daughter rediscovers her lost confidence and the mother finds herself falling in love in the beautiful Montana countryside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Robert Redford.&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Robert Redford, Kristin Scott Thomas, Sam Neill, Dianne Wiest, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett is really good, I like her, I think that where she really started to be known as a good actress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112586219993759989?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112586219993759989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112586219993759989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112586219993759989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112586219993759989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/horse-whisperer.html' title='The Horse Whisperer..'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112576167957715619</id><published>2005-09-03T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:34:39.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Trying to figure it out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Less Haste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There I stood through pouring rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My keys locked in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;car again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I cursed my luck, my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and more, if only I'd not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rushed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A passer-by then shook his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;head, I'll never forget just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Less Haste, More Alpen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is the way, To begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a stress-free day"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112576167957715619?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112576167957715619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112576167957715619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112576167957715619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112576167957715619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/trying-to-figure-it-out.html' title='Trying to figure it out...'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16260084.post-112577489602527133</id><published>2005-09-03T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:14:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Escape teenage rampage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;This is an article about a book I read sometime ago, and has gained my interests. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PARENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Parents know best -- but try telling that to a teenager. They have to learn through their own experience, but a vital part of that process is what mum or dad has to say about it - and that shouldn't be "I told you so".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;   There's no doubt that communicating well with teenagers is crucial in maintaining a good relationship with them as they move from childhood to adulthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;   And the art of that communication is just one of the subjects covered in a new book. It gives practical advice on how to deal with common pitfalls of sex and relationships, drink and drugs, peer pressure, bullying and rebellion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;   Whatever! A Down-To-Earth Guide To Parenting Teenagers was written by education advisor Gill Hines, and mother-of-hour Alison Baverstock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"It's all about remembering what it's like to be a teenager." she says. "A lot of parents carry on treating teenagers the same as children, but teens need to learn to be independent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Parents need to give them practice on how to make decisions, and how to weigh up the odds, and learn to communicate with them properly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;   Such communication is one of the major subjects covered by Hines in workshops she runs for young people and their parents, which have formed the basis of the book. She says a common mistake is talking about the future, saying 'If you do this, then this will happen'. But she warns: "Kids see the world with this moment at the centre of it, and when parents talk about the future, it doesn't make much sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;   To communicate on the teenager's level, she suggests rather than saying, 'If you watch that programme your homework will never get done.', they might offer to tape the programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever! A Down-To-Earth Guide To Parenting Teenagers, by Gill Hines and Alison Baverstock, Piatkus Books, priced ₤12.99&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16260084-112577489602527133?l=moodlonely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/feeds/112577489602527133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16260084&amp;postID=112577489602527133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112577489602527133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16260084/posts/default/112577489602527133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodlonely.blogspot.com/2005/09/escape-teenage-rampage.html' title='Escape teenage rampage.'/><author><name>moodlonely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07865547249476966431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
