<?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-22914331</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:17:47.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><subtitle type='html'>"The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."... Marcel Proust.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-1554831198648110612</id><published>2007-05-04T13:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:50:37.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little too rash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If you don’t know me, you can’t judge me”&lt;o:p&gt; -- by ( i can't remember who) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its weird how people can judge a book, not by its cover, but by reading a few words of the first page.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if the person in front of them is covered with a light veil and the few words he says can, somehow, remove this veil and they see what he’s inside him.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think its rash act and not wise at all. Either they are really gifted to know what a person is this quickly (unlikely), or, by doing so, they can feel superior in a way (more likely),,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, in this case, you didn't judge anyone! you know how it goes and so what you said was none of that. i see what you mean. and It shows care and a message for me to be careful, in the future,,, I really appreciate it, thanks! &lt;span style=""&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/22914331-1554831198648110612?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/1554831198648110612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=1554831198648110612&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/1554831198648110612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/1554831198648110612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-little-too-rash.html' title='Just a little too rash.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-7294411178217695509</id><published>2007-04-12T16:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:37:59.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On Modesty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"A wheat spike that has small or no grains inside is light but,yet,holds its head up and sways with the wind,,while a FULL spike stays bent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-7294411178217695509?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/7294411178217695509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=7294411178217695509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/7294411178217695509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/7294411178217695509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-modesty.html' title='On Modesty...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-559092569586564092</id><published>2007-04-10T23:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:42:26.099+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Which part of the bicycle are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There’s the wheels, the frame, the Drivetrain, the steering and the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/ce/Mountainbike.jpg/800px-Mountainbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/ce/Mountainbike.jpg/800px-Mountainbike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In Injaz course, we were asked this question. Every student should pick a part that he/she thinks represent themselves and explain why. It was the tutor’s way to get to know a bit about our personality. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got to admit that the seat was a lousy choice back then, now, the wheels seems more like it. They need to be directed to the right way, and a motive force to be applied on them to move. Both are available now, there’s no excuse to not function properly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-559092569586564092?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/559092569586564092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=559092569586564092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/559092569586564092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/559092569586564092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2007/04/which-part-of-bicycle-are-you.html' title='Which part of the bicycle are you?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-4318561295631609743</id><published>2007-02-23T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:16:11.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When i'm confronted by someone i get tongue tied and my mind goes blank. Then i spend the rest of the night tossing and turning over what i should have said." ...Kathleen Kelly, You've got mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when this happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-4318561295631609743?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/4318561295631609743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=4318561295631609743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/4318561295631609743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/4318561295631609743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-im-confronted-by-someone-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-7308091670659982624</id><published>2007-02-17T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:35:01.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwondo</title><content type='html'>Reminder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been like ages since that uniform was worn. i put it on yesterday. Many beautiful memories are bound to it, and some painful ones too becoz of all the bruises and broken fingers suffered during training and competitions! But it's special. i can't say i don't miss putting ice on the bruises or not eating a decent meal for weeks to loose weight :P let alone performing the Axe kick and Pomsaes  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.karatesupply.com/images/ADI1000-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.karatesupply.com/images/ADI1000-sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were taught to treat everything from the belt to the hitting target with respect, becoz all has an important role to play in our success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach used to say: " Taekwondo must be here and here (point to mind and heart) before being here (point at legs), that's the key to succeed in it". This happens to apply not only in Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful and ancient sport. if taught and used seriously, it could have a magnificent effect in one's life.  it's more than just adding additional bars to the belt. it's about harmony and applying physics laws. Also a good escape when u need a break from all the troubles around. plus u get to kick butts in an official way, and sometimes get ur's kicked (unfortunately) :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been some pretty cool old days; being an athlete, in the national team, assistant trainer. i can't wait to be back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taekwondo"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-7308091670659982624?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/7308091670659982624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=7308091670659982624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/7308091670659982624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/7308091670659982624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2007/02/taekwondo.html' title='Taekwondo'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-4156030560532634688</id><published>2006-12-30T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:38:43.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>As usual,,i've been tagged by Dima; The best and worst moments of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where should i start? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll make it quick and not-that-boring" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- going to Romania in the summer,,it was a Fantastic vacation!&lt;br /&gt;2-cutting my own hair,,,"i discovered a layer of me the could be strong"...from that Galaxy chocolate ad :P&lt;br /&gt;3- the Surprise birthday party my freinds threw for me right after the Ramadan iftar min the hotel and Tala making an extraordinary cake :P that was really nice of u,,the card and the gift were amazing,,thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;4-learning all the new things i learned this year,,whether it's from Uni or about people and humans in general&lt;br /&gt;5-getting to know people around me more,,i found some who are very kind and caring and nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-my family going to Saudia&lt;br /&gt;2-receiving some "nice" grades in some subject i thought i did well in them,,more like a slap on the face :S&lt;br /&gt;3-there were some whom i thought i knew,,but i got dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;4-having "nice" fights with dad,,,this is both best and worse :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty much what i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this little health issue that is not clear yet if it's a best or worse,,,so it's in the Neutral section for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tag....anyone who wants to be tagged,,,i tag u :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-4156030560532634688?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/4156030560532634688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=4156030560532634688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/4156030560532634688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/4156030560532634688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-8526262762080073771</id><published>2006-12-14T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:24:56.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>curl of friendship MUST equal to zero. (inspired by Maxwell)</title><content type='html'>weird! "he didn't want to be surrounded by people, but he didn't want to be on his own too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i've been lately because a couple of days ago, a "friend" of mine simply said: "Forget all about me!" ...i was like..."ok!!!! (confused) but what did i do wrong?"...she said:"oh nothing, i was fooled by lots of things, i thought they were in a way and turned out in another way...everything was wrong from the beginning....i'm speaking in general and not specifying anything."!!!!!!! and she walked away to her lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's mature!!! why go round and round??? if u have something to say,just say it! don't confuse people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not bothering to think of the reason anymore. i've got enough to keep me busy and  give me a good headache without this child play!  if u ever feel like saying why, i'll be glad to listen and make it right. if not, then... what the heck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-8526262762080073771?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/8526262762080073771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=8526262762080073771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8526262762080073771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8526262762080073771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/12/curl-of-friendship-must-equal-to-zero.html' title='curl of friendship MUST equal to zero. (inspired by Maxwell)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-5874228649019046380</id><published>2006-12-10T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:44:00.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iasi in Jordan</title><content type='html'>i have just learned that there r two streets in Jordan that carry the names of two of Romania's famous cities; Iasi (Yash) and Cluj (my lovely home town)....i find this cool! i'll try to visit Cluj one day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u Nassim for the news :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasimjo.blogspot.com/2006/12/bine-ai-venit-iasule-pe-strazile.html"&gt;nasimjo.blogspot.com/2006/12/bine-ai-venit-iasule-pe-strazile.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-5874228649019046380?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/5874228649019046380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=5874228649019046380&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/5874228649019046380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/5874228649019046380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/12/iasi-in-jordan.html' title='Iasi in Jordan'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-2631691794082865034</id><published>2006-12-06T20:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:14:02.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Tag  :P</title><content type='html'>now this is the 3rd time this happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Tala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Grab the closest book to you&lt;br /&gt;  *Open Page 123&lt;br /&gt;  *Scroll down to the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;  *Post the next 3 sentences on your blog&lt;br /&gt;  *Name the book and author&lt;br /&gt;  *Tag 3 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u won't believe it...the nearest book was circuits book!!!! :S&lt;br /&gt;i opened page 123 (Thevenin and Norton equivalent circuits!!) and the first 9 lines were equations :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second nearest book was the whole library :S which is full of medicine books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this one though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;he said:"well,you were so anxious to leave, now your wish has come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i won't say"just your luck" because it isn't lucky that we are being hard-pressed and beaten again. The way east is open; the pressure is from the west..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Book Title: Doctor Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;Author: Boris Pasternak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should tag anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...i guess i'll tag Samir and Sinan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-2631691794082865034?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/2631691794082865034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=2631691794082865034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2631691794082865034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2631691794082865034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/12/book-tag-p.html' title='Book Tag  :P'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-2501294202451322459</id><published>2006-12-04T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:35:30.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Flu time.</title><content type='html'>so the flu got to me,finally... though i always said:"NO!.. i'm immune...there's no way that i'll get sick" :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of fever,headache,spinning head,cough,(sorry to say) vomiting,all the lymph nodes were aching and i lost my voice too :(...a complete mess! i discovered that Panadol is the best medicine! it's the antidote to all the pain :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lucky to have Rania by my side...she's my guarding angel :) i can't thank u enough for ur care! i'm better now becoz of u! thank u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-2501294202451322459?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/2501294202451322459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=2501294202451322459&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2501294202451322459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2501294202451322459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-flu-time.html' title='It&apos;s Flu time.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-5496845211921942548</id><published>2006-11-12T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:33:12.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe it's just because exams r on the door step, but i'm suddenly not sure about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is it true that we draw our own limit line to what we can do?...that we can do anything we want if only we have it clear in our mind? what about "every human is talented at something" so if  someone doesn't have the "thing" it takes to be a Doctor or an astronaut or whatever then no matter how hard they try, they'll never get to where they want? do we form this talent as we grow up, or it's smthg in our Genes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, when something doesn't work,should one just drop it and say: "this is not for me"? or keep trying in the hope that it'll work? won't that sometimes be stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to believe that we can do whatever we want, but not anymore! :S&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/22914331-5496845211921942548?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/5496845211921942548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=5496845211921942548&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/5496845211921942548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/5496845211921942548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/11/temporary-insanity.html' title='Temporary Insanity.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-119243218726726947</id><published>2006-11-05T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:30:42.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i quote here from an inspiring graduation speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-119243218726726947?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/119243218726726947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=119243218726726947&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/119243218726726947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/119243218726726947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/11/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='&quot;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-8863019562531504750</id><published>2006-10-30T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:30:56.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy is what crazy does.</title><content type='html'>Electricity and magnetism are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tesladownunder.com/Tesla_7ft.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 389px;" src="http://tesladownunder.com/Tesla_7ft.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tesla coil :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tesladownunder.com/FerrofluiddualNIB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 208px;" src="http://tesladownunder.com/FerrofluiddualNIB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ferrofluid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tesladownunder.com/Maglev2handabove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 367px;" src="http://tesladownunder.com/Maglev2handabove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                  magnatic levitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-8863019562531504750?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/8863019562531504750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=8863019562531504750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8863019562531504750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8863019562531504750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-is-what-crazy-does.html' title='crazy is what crazy does.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-8958872649888898529</id><published>2006-10-16T12:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:52:30.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>15. October... a special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.123greetings.com/general/thank_you/thank17.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.123greetings.com/general/thank_you/thank17.html" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.123greetings.com/general/thank_you/thank17.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.123greetings.com/general/thank_you/thank17.html" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a very special day for the IEEE JU branch, my freinds ended it with a really nice surprise...thanks everyone...i appriciate ur care :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.positivethoughts.com/newstuff/friend16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.positivethoughts.com/newstuff/friend16.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.madebylynne.info/cards/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 418px;" src="http://www.madebylynne.info/cards/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-8958872649888898529?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/8958872649888898529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=8958872649888898529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8958872649888898529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/8958872649888898529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/15-october-special-day.html' title='15. October... a special day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-2036210264767400913</id><published>2006-10-13T16:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:17:54.921+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again!</title><content type='html'>Why Dima... Why??? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1307/2797/1600/Image%28219%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1307/2797/320/Image%28219%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in Kindergarten here...about 5 years old :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-2036210264767400913?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/2036210264767400913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=2036210264767400913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2036210264767400913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/2036210264767400913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-again.html' title='Not Again!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-6228687140725975640</id><published>2006-10-09T23:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:03:06.309+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Teens, welcome Twenties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i'm officially not a teen anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i never thought this day would ever come...it seemed so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20 years old...that's alot of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some year, this's been! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;third anneversary since i wore the veil :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got one step closer to becoming an EE :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what i'm most happy about is knowing some great people who'll always be my friends,from my part at least. i love them all.i appriciate all their efforts and everything they did and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was watching Ed on One tv the other day. Ed met this girl that he liked and they agreed to go out for dinner, he thought of a fancy restaurant and a quiet evening, so when they met, she took his hand and led him to a near house..."maybe her's!"...Ed thought. but she knocked on the door and an old man came out.. "can i help u" ..he said...."yes,u probably don't know us sir, but i was wondering if u could have us for dinner?...u'll see that we r very nice people"..she answered. both men looked at her as if she has lost her mind!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the point is...this is one crazy thing to do, but she did it. it wasn't easy for her, but they had lots of fun,and spent a great evening...she didn't care if they said she's mad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;doing smthg different gives life a different taste, and leaves funny memories that one can enjoy a life time, and can become bedtime stories later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and speaking of not to care; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what i failed to do this year is correct a very silly impression; many people say that i'm arrogant, becoz i don't blend in with many people and don't talk much. but it's not becoz i'm arrogant,no...i just like to be light,that's all! ..quiet people r either too genious,too simple or too shy :P i'm the middle one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;becoz 7'tamuha Misk, i had to end my teens with a nice long-lasting fight with dad...typical!&lt;br /&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/22914331-6228687140725975640?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/6228687140725975640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=6228687140725975640&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/6228687140725975640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/6228687140725975640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell-teens-welcome-twenties.html' title='Farewell Teens, welcome Twenties.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115996207243449809</id><published>2006-10-04T13:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:41:12.523+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Partner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met my language partner today,Bobi (short for...um...a very long name). I'm helping her to learn Arabic, and she'll teach me German :)  she studies Arabic Letrature; all the complicated things (Sarf,Na7u,Adab...etc) and she wants to learn the "street" Arabic, which is fine by me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She seems nice. she's level 6, i guess it's like 6th grade in local schools, and she speaks formal Arabic, but has a cute foriegn accent, just like mum :) it's good we both know English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-115996207243449809?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115996207243449809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115996207243449809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115996207243449809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115996207243449809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/language-partner.html' title='Language Partner.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115979790170817565</id><published>2006-10-02T16:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:32:43.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged too!!!</title><content type='html'>thanks RainDrop :S !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28212%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28212%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just have to make sure i have enough fine in my bag before i go anywhere...notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, coloured Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; lab paper&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S, &lt;/span&gt;calculator...and my favourite course book!!!... nothing that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not helping in spreading the virus, so i won't tag anyone :P&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/22914331-115979790170817565?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115979790170817565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115979790170817565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115979790170817565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115979790170817565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-tagged-too.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged too!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115939210438358925</id><published>2006-09-27T23:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:21:44.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>left-right-right-right-left talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i noticed somthg odd; i read Arabic from left to right, and the other languages from right to left! and i start from the bottom of an article and go upwards! it's kind of confusing to read backwords! but i can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what's more confusing is when i think in all 4 languages! which makes it hard when i have to translate my thoughts into speech, i start blabing... with lots of (um's) and (er's)...and then i loose the track... it happened,and so many times, that i used the wrong language in the worng time with the wrong person.it's good that i'm not much of a talkative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-115939210438358925?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115939210438358925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115939210438358925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115939210438358925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115939210438358925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/09/left-right-right-right-left-talk.html' title='left-right-right-right-left talk.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115894765853379258</id><published>2006-09-22T20:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:03:34.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Chair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, I'm Diana. "(Hi, Diana)"… Caffeine addict for 3 years…. and Sober for almost 3 weeks…this might seem strange, but it's been a long time since I knew how it felt to be normally awake!. It all started back in Tawjihi… lots of study, little sleep, and the fact that I have Hypotension, with blood pressure 80/40 or 45mmHg, which made me feel sleepy all the time. It began with one or two little cups, then it seemed that I need a little more coffee," just one more little cup"…one more and another one more…and before I know it, mugs of coffee everyday, some times twice or three times on the same day… and not just any coffee; nothing like an Espresso! It was the coffee, me and the books…. Whenever I had to leave home without taking enough dose, there were bad headaches, I messed in everything, even (talking) with people! And I had to have it as quick as possible. Ramadan was the hardest, since I couldn't drink it during the day, it had to be at Su7ur and after Iftar, which was not enough!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caffeine IS a drug; it's not easy to quit it. The high feeling was great at the beginning! Mind is more "open"… heart beating fast… the little shivers… the sweet taste, besides it was the only thing that made me feel better when things went really bad. It's true that, after some time, it made me feel sick and dizzy, with dark shadows under my eyes, and blur vision, but, who cared!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How I quit it? I guess its part of my "taking the world from another point of view", I'm walking like baby steps in this path, but I'm going! And I'm happy about it! I just don't feel like drinking it! It's true there's headache, but it's worth it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-115894765853379258?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115894765853379258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115894765853379258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115894765853379258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115894765853379258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/09/confession-chair.html' title='Confession Chair.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115628315514607040</id><published>2006-08-23T00:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:45:55.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>b-bye!</title><content type='html'>dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u on 13 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-115628315514607040?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115628315514607040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115628315514607040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115628315514607040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115628315514607040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/08/b-bye.html' title='b-bye!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115498331167531728</id><published>2006-08-07T23:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:44:43.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days till zero hour..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;till sweet-long needed-vacation finally arrives and shines light on the surroundings...this year...it'll be at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and counting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;winds don't blow as ships please... i found out that i have a final exam  on the  day after i travel :(  this means i have to be in two places at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;stopped counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to postpone my flight because of exams and i actually lost my enthusiasm for the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;thanks for the advice Samir, i hate these depressing episodes too... but finally,exams are over (the nightmare is over) and in 27.5 hours i'll be on the plane going North (with some angle variation)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/22914331-115498331167531728?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115498331167531728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115498331167531728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115498331167531728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115498331167531728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/08/12-days-till-zero-hour.html' title='12 days till zero hour..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115352337794014087</id><published>2006-07-22T02:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:55:31.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's next? Take a guess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;We are standing in the middle of a circle of fire! After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Palestine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;.. Now it's Libanon's turn… maybe soon enough will come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Syria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; too! After that, who knows!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I'm not much into Politics, and avoid going into this conversation. But we (that is, Middle East) have reached a very critical level of ignorance! We are watching how the blood of our brothers is being shed! how children become orphans and homeless! and how a part of the holy land is taken hostage… and we are divided between not giving a damn, or saying desperately that we can't do anything to change the situation… Saying this is not a cheerful thought!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;People who, miraculously, survived bombings have lost their homes, their job (because it's destroyed), and literarily remained with nothing but the clothes one them! No one can help them, not even the Red Cross! Then why such organizations is established anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;It's just not fair that we are safe and sound in our homes while others are not anymore! Not that I want this to happen here too! No way! But we are only lucky, because it could've been the other way around!... I'm only lucky because my Family is not there! They could've very easily been in the wrong place at the wrong time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;To be frank, I don't know what's the right thing to do anymore? Is it right to fight fire with fire? Isn't it right that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind? Is it right to stop fighting and drop weapon so that the enemy "leave us alone"? wouldn't that be considered submitting to the enemy? Wouldn't that be considered traitress for those martyrs? Whose fault is this? Who has the right to defend themselves? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I know one thing for sure, hundreds of thousands of millions of sand grains make a mountain that stands strongly in the storm. And some mountains are special! For they may stand silent for years, but they throw fire from their depth when you least expect it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;A friend of mine once quoted: "Do not count on hope. It is forsaken in these lands!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I just (hope) he's wrong!&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/22914331-115352337794014087?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115352337794014087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115352337794014087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115352337794014087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115352337794014087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/07/whos-next-take-guess.html' title='Who&apos;s next? Take a guess!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-115218132481035257</id><published>2006-07-06T11:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:38:45.470+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28036%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28036%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28010%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28010%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28011%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28011%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Mamlakh tower....i forgot how many metres is its hight...but it's high!...and at night,it keeps changing colors. (images r taken from inside the car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28012%29%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28012%29%2801%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riyadh from up there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28009%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28009%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28039%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28039%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28038%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Faysaliah tower...shorter than the fromer..but still nice!...both towers are only Malls and offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malls are the only escape from being imprisoned in the house there...it gets boring after a while to keep going there...but there's no way to go anywhere out there,neither during day nor night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28017%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Favourite character in Madagascar :P ..My brothers and I used to stay up late (till 2:00 a.m) watching a kids movies or playing games or just stay and chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28033%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28033%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28022%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/1600/Image%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4635/2254/320/Image%28024%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some images of the Camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should practice on photographing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had Sushi there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vitalita.com/foodpicts/california-sushi-roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.vitalita.com/foodpicts/california-sushi-roll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and won't do it again...its taste was a combination of sweet and a little salt with raw rice and something else!! exotic!...and it's unbelievable how much poeple eat there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  most  un-practical habit there is that the whole country shuts down when it's time for prayer...some shops even kick the costumers out till they finish praying...ok it's nice to pray in time and everything..but there's no need for the whole country to close!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing is that lots of things there are cheaper than here because they don't have sales tax (the 16%)..except BOOKS!...text books in particular are more expensive..and are older editions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-115218132481035257?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/115218132481035257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=115218132481035257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115218132481035257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/115218132481035257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/07/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114988906448204781</id><published>2006-06-10T00:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:37:44.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye bye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye,dear blog...see u on 26 june.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114988906448204781?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114988906448204781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114988906448204781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114988906448204781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114988906448204781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-bye-bye.html' title='bye bye bye..'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114928344873553862</id><published>2006-06-03T00:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:00:34.673+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some (noise) pleez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;It's 15 minutes till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;. I have two big exams back-to back tomorrow (circuits and numerical methods). I decided to take 5, and look around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;The washing machine is running, T.V is on (on mbc 3), my brother's favourite channel, and I'm studying on the PC, which is in the same room as the TV, plus i have music turned on!&lt;br /&gt;I never studied with the TV or music, I didn't want to feel guilty. I must fully concentrate on what I'm studying, no other disturbance is allowed. Now,The rule is broken. I guess I'm missing all the noise my little brothers used to do. they used to run around, move a lot, make strange voices when playing on PS, play football or basketball in their room, break into my room to tell me a joke, or that there's smthg on TV I like, or what happened in school, or just to annoy me.. which drove me mad but ,ade me happy all the while, and kept me alert! I would come out of my room shouting on them to stop it. now it's too damn quite here that I get sleepy when I sit to study, and the heat these days is making everything worse.&lt;br /&gt;lately I found out that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;many people, who are much smarter than me, study with TV on, so I thought i'd give it a try, and HEY, IT WORKED! I feel that I'm concentrating much better,i'm not sleepy, And NO GUILTY FEELING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114928344873553862?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114928344873553862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114928344873553862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114928344873553862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114928344873553862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-noise-pleez.html' title='Some (noise) pleez!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114856642455093091</id><published>2006-05-25T17:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:47:21.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;So my plans for the summer are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul  style="margin-top: 0cm;font-family:arial;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;I missed mom's cooking :P so I'm going to have a little bit of it  &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;      .&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Study well for the summer semester to save my G.P.A's      neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Volunteer in KHCC (King Hussien Cancer Centre).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Read the set of books that wait for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;Loose some weight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Every year, I like to think of all the things I'll do after finals (now that they are knocking at the door (knock, knock, knocking on heavens door…nice song :P). Summer break was a little bit more fun when I was in school :P . It's only natural to think of smthg fun (a short escape) during a stressful period. This helps me keep going. I've never been this scared of exams before. I'm afraid that the worst of my nightmares will come true. The Hermione in me is speaking here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;But maybe I'm not scared enough, coz if I were, I wouldn't be writing this right now. I'd have a book in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just hope everything will go ok.  :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114856642455093091?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114856642455093091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114856642455093091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114856642455093091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114856642455093091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-plans.html' title='Summer plans.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114830173473479815</id><published>2006-05-22T15:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:42:16.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dancing Men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today,22 May, is the memory of Dr.Arthur Conan Doyle's Birthday. the founder of the most genious detective ever,Mr.Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Doyle proved how intelligent man-kind can be.The story of:"The Dancing Men",my favourite,is but one example of how deep and great our brain can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story is about a man who reports that his wife, Elsie, became upset when she recieved several notes with figures of dancing men on them. Holmes went about deciphering the code.and he managed to do so,although only 5 or 6 people knew this code! Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shodor.org/workshops/forensic/lessons/images/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.shodor.org/workshops/forensic/lessons/images/dancing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114830173473479815?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114830173473479815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114830173473479815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114830173473479815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114830173473479815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/dancing-men.html' title='The Dancing Men.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114804875747006099</id><published>2006-05-19T17:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:25:57.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written on a blog by another (Diana)  when she was in 12 grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is there another part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;To which I'm blind, from which I hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;That only other people see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt; I always preach humility,&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is my joy and pride,&lt;br /&gt;But is there another part of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try each day to find a key&lt;br /&gt;To realize what's there inside&lt;br /&gt;That only other people see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet through my self-therapy&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered and to myself cried:&lt;br /&gt;'Is there another part of me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be me, Ican't be free&lt;br /&gt;'Til I confront this other side&lt;br /&gt;That only other people see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this, can it be&lt;br /&gt;That only to myself I've lied?&lt;br /&gt;Is there another part of me&lt;br /&gt;That only other people see?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114804875747006099?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114804875747006099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114804875747006099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114804875747006099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114804875747006099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-poem.html' title='A little poem.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114781028704790493</id><published>2006-05-16T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:11:27.063+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide Park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every Monday, when i come back from uni,i find Al-Madina Newspaper at the door step. it brings news about everything that takes place in the "city" of Amman in general from local news and events to sports to advertisments to history of some Jordanian families and extends a bit to some news around the world.I always enjoy reading it while eating lunch and watching T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I always keep an eye on a section called (Hide Park)...the writer,Awni Aldawoud, writes about general facts that are happening in Jordan and  around the world in General,he critisises local and global issues (which,sorry to say are happening,for one reason or another,although they shouldn't be happening) in a very polite,funny and sarcastic way.i like this part.he writes in three columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His last column,however, is dedicated to make fun and criticise women in society! forget about politness here! every week he tells four stories about four different women with their husbends,and all of them end in divorce,becoz husbends couldn't stand their wive's lack of good judgment and rational thinking!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr.Aldawoud says that his writings are true events,that really happened with some husbends! And the blames of all the problems that can occure in a family pours on the wife,forggeting the fact that in a family there is also a father who should have a positive role in it,not only as a terrifying monster to scare the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He writes the stories in "street language" mode,and likes so much to  put the events in a way that shows a woman that she has a very immature mind and very tight and superficial thinking.i think he is giving a very wrong image about women in the country.He said once that he got hundreds of E-mails from women complaining about his writings.i say that he's trying to send a message saying:"don't listen to women,don't ask them their opinions(i.e don't bother),they should only care about cooking,cleaning the house,and have kids.they don't know anything else,so it's no good comunicating with them!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He could very nicely talk about millions of women who educate themselves, sacrifice their lives for their families,and suffer maltreatment from their husbends just to keep the family together.Women who give up their jobs to stay with kids,raise them and be there for them,who risk to have no job,no salary and be under their husbends mercy,and lots of the them turn to have no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm not femenist,but i hate it when the strong is "showing his power and muscles" on the weak.and in weak here,i mean physically and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But i won't stay quite about it,i'll send Mr.Awni a very nice E-mail,telling him my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114781028704790493?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114781028704790493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114781028704790493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114781028704790493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114781028704790493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/hide-park.html' title='Hide Park.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114770783549409130</id><published>2006-05-15T18:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:47:51.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;It'll all come out… slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I admit that this semester was a complete fiasco (academically).&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I became very fond of my department at uni. So fond that I hate to leave it to go to other parts of uni when there's some work I have to do. I even hate leaving it to go home! I have no one to go back home for. So it's not really a "home". It's a blessing to have a place you feel you belong to, where you have fun, feel secure and stimulated. Only those who were deprived of it know that.&lt;br /&gt;But note that One's place of living would be only an ordinary building, or an empty house without the special people who are there to make it special. It's family who give home its special meaning. You are with the people whom you feel you are part of, whom advice you for your good, share common things, feelings, good times, hard times… everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;When I was in school, my teachers used to say that: "school is our second home, becoz we spent more quality time there than we do at home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Speaking of hard times; well, as in every family, (even when they are away), they manage to slap you on the face (not literally) when you least expect it, and in what you least expect, in the name of "loving you" and "want the best for you"! does this remind you of a strategy used in the department?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114770783549409130?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114770783549409130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114770783549409130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114770783549409130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114770783549409130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet Home.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114709768365103527</id><published>2006-05-08T17:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:46:02.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; FONT-FAMILY: arial; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This is what you end up doing if you are left home-alone:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; FONT-FAMILY: arial; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="MARGIN-TOP: 0cm; FONT-FAMILY: arial" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Putting pictures for your Family on every wall and table in the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Staying up till &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="3" minute="0"&gt;3:00 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; cleaning the house, becoz you haven't cleaned it for 4 days (unless you want to be on (dirty houses show), you won't believe how much mess a person can make).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Waking up at &lt;st1:time hour="4" minute="30"&gt;4:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; to make coffee (Espresso) becoz you need it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Washing laundry at &lt;st1:time hour="1" minute="30"&gt;1:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Trying your cooking talent in doing some rice with beans and mushrooms that end up not cooked enough and becomes like stone when baked in the Microwave, you don't know why!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;As a result, Fast food, biscuits, chocolate and marshmallow become your everyday food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Talking to yourself, to your fish, your birds, singing loud, laughing, swirling around yourself (no one sees you!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Becoming over sensitive at night and hearing every sound inside and outside the house (if they exist or not).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; DIRECTION: ltr; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0cm; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Also as a result, you can't sleep, you can't study this early (still sleepy), best thing to do is go jogging at &lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="0"&gt;6:00 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; FONT-FAMILY: arial; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114709768365103527?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114709768365103527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114709768365103527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114709768365103527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114709768365103527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-alone.html' title='Home-alone.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114632723168898199</id><published>2006-04-29T19:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:41:35.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm talking about one of my greatest fears, i know that we shouldn't say what we fear in public, but since i know that no one can get to me through it,i'm saying it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;My  scariest monster, my greatest foe, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" dir="ltr" &gt;! It's funny how quickly time slips through our fingers! It seems like I finished high school only yesterday! And on the day before, I had my first Dan in Taekwondo (I took it 6 years ago)! Funny, but it rings a wake-up bell.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looking back, there are lots of things I miss doing, like the ability to jog for a continuous half an hour, or do 500 set-ups! There are lots that I laugh at, like when I read my notes and answers for past exam papers since 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade (I still keep them!), and lots more I regret not doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In five months time, I'll be 20 years old. For some people, this is the most beautiful stage in one's life, for me it's a bit scary.. You are not afraid of the darkness, but only of the unknown that's hidden in the darkness! Don't think that I'm pessimistic! No one sees what life holds, so it's dark! It's in human nature to be afraid of what they don't know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don't want to go past teens-age. I remember my wish on my 18th birthday, (don't laugh now), I wished that time would stop, and I wouldn't have to grow any older! "I wish I can go back in time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A couple of days ago, my friend turned 22, we had a "surprise" party for her, and asked her how it felt to be 22 years old! My answer to that question is the same since 3 years… I'M GETTING OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;i'm now in my second year at uni,so i sometimes get to play the "i don't know this thing yet" role and ask my older friends to explain something to me, i enjoy it when they do that, and say:"be careful to this...this is important later...you won't need this after this course..this professor will be a nightmare if you take the course with him"..but next year,i won't be able to do this anymore :( .i'm supposed to have better understanding to everything next year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But if I think about it in a different point of view, life always has new challenges and surprises to offer. I don't know what it holds, true, but it's all part of getting closer and closer to become myself! I wouldn't have been studying Electrical Engineering if I stopped at 18! :P I wouldn't have meet my great friends at uni! I wouldn't have known what it meant to be my own leader, to experience what it meant to have full responsibility of my actions and my words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I was in Tawjihi, I used to say: "I can't wait to grow up! I can't wait to finish with this!" but I didn't realize that in saying so, I'm giving up on a beautiful stage in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever I used to say:" I'll do this later", I didn't realize till recently, that there might not be any (later). Any minute that passes is not coming back, and life is made  by accumulating minutes. If I don't do what I do now perfectly, I won't do it later, coz now I can and I'm able, later I might not can any more, I might not be able any more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-JO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/22914331-114632723168898199?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114632723168898199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114632723168898199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114632723168898199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114632723168898199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/04/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or foe?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114582471267790477</id><published>2006-04-23T23:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:29:11.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The most Gorgeous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spawar.navy.mil/sandiego/technology/mammals/Images_animals/three-dolphins-heads-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spawar.navy.mil/sandiego/technology/mammals/Images_animals/three-dolphins-heads-up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aren't they cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine having a group of them at your pool,and u get to swim with them everyday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earthtrust.org/gif/lordrings3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.earthtrust.org/gif/lordrings3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blueoceansociety.org/images/wallpaper/2%20dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blueoceansociety.org/images/wallpaper/2%20dolphins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114582471267790477?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114582471267790477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114582471267790477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114582471267790477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114582471267790477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-gorgeous.html' title='The most Gorgeous.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114486695516587893</id><published>2006-04-12T21:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:27:25.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never, in the last 19 years of my life, have I liked to be with people of my generation. i always liked to be with older ones, to listen to them, coz they are the ones who understand how life is. I can listen and learn from their experience. So I witnessed an interesting chat today, a quite philosophical one, with two of my OLDER friends who I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed how, As a human grows older, his options become narrower. . how A person studies all the options around him, then chooses what he thinks suits him best! Why we always want what we don't have? What's the difference between ambition, greed and selfishness? When should we stop? Or, should we stop? I.e How one side of one's life can effect the other sides, i.e does family stand in the way of getting PHD or achieving ones dream? Should one ignore some parts in his life in order to reach his goal? Why do we become creative under pressure?  Why do we consider doing smthg that has a deadline a stress, even though we enjoy doing it? I mean, it shouldn't be a stress if we enjoy it!! Why, In my case, the way I think now is shallower than when I was in high school (unlike all people, nothing unusual, story of my life!)..it really should be the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that there are people who are SOOO ambitious, that they really want to know (who put the egg and what chicken-ed the chicken!! a saying well known here), some think that this is way too Nerd, but I don't think being This ambitious is wrong.. Actually I admire these people! We all have this inside us, the only difference is that it is encouraged in some of us more than the others.And i don't believe that some ppl are afraid to have brains, or shall i say ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Convention! How important is it? I can count the times i was convinced about achieving smthg on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, Ever since my Family left, I've been a little odd! :P  I think I'm now a perfect study item for applying what we now till now about human psychology :). Well, at least I have made a little space in my head to study Circuits, after discharging these thoughts here, I can explore them later :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114486695516587893?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114486695516587893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114486695516587893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114486695516587893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114486695516587893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/04/chat.html' title='A Chat!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914331.post-114357222489709197</id><published>2006-03-28T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:25:37.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I recieved a surprizing E-mail from Yahoo-answers today. It said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hey Diana,&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've got a best answer and 10 extra points!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Your answer to the following question really hit the spot and has been chosen as the best answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/?qid=1006032307407" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do any electrical engineers out there have any advice for a student working on his BS in EE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Go ahead, do your victory dance. Celebrate a little. Brag a little. Then come back and answer a few more questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Take me to Yahoo! Answers. I want to answer more questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thanks for sharing what you know and making someone's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The Yahoo! Answers Team."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Again,this was the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Do any electrical engineers out there have any advice for a student working on his BS in EE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've recently chosen EE as my major. Whatever you can share would be helpful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;And this was my Answer :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"I'm in my second year (BS) in studying EE,i'm not an Engineer yet but from what i've been through till now and the older ppl i know in this major..the most important thing is time managment..if u can control ur time,them nothing will seem difficult.Also try to become an IEEE member,then u can participate in the conferences organized by the institute,meet Electrical Engineering students and proffesors from all over the world in these conferences,be up-to-date with new technology by recieving Spectrum magazine.and i don't have to mention that u should LOVE to sit and solve questions and problems..i.e u should love what u do,not do what u love..enjoy what u r studying,i see EE as the most interesting and fun major of all other Engineering majors,it's dynamic and always changes..it's fun to know and see how things change and evaluate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Best Answer - Chosen by Asker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;first of all,it is really nice to feel that "u made someone's day" :) . Also,when ur answer is the best,that is saying something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and last but not least,how did they know that i'm gonna do a victory dance!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914331-114357222489709197?l=phoenix019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/feeds/114357222489709197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914331&amp;postID=114357222489709197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114357222489709197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914331/posts/default/114357222489709197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix019.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-answer.html' title='My Answer.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01767086493253050970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.photo-host.org/thumb/391081spaceshuttle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
