<?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-13349564</id><updated>2012-02-15T04:26:19.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentements &amp; Resolutions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-4725721494809077334</id><published>2010-02-26T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:28:40.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Anonymous advertisers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brainbashing.com/user_avtar/no-avatar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.brainbashing.com/user_avtar/no-avatar.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi anonymous folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it is not helping at all to make an ad in my comments section? All what your ads are doing is creating rubbish and more unnecessary texts that no one ever reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don't have alot of visitors so why don't you just back the F*** up and stop this bull. It just has no return to you whatsoever. If you think by doing this, your gaining anything, then seriously, you have no marketing sales skills at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, anonymous commenting is no longer available to you.  Further, no comment will be shown anymore before I approve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ENiGMa-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-4725721494809077334?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4725721494809077334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=4725721494809077334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/4725721494809077334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/4725721494809077334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-anonymous-advertisers.html' title='To My Anonymous advertisers'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-2082303126287665770</id><published>2010-01-24T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:10:10.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to QatarSucks.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.qatarsucks.org/qatarsucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.qatarsucks.org/qatarsucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is blocked in Qatar. It is so negative and down pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qatar is not like that.. Qataris are not like that. Beside, every country has its negative sides, no place is perfect. It's only stupid to criticize our country and not look back to your country at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is known for a fact that there are so many rules that protect human rights in Qatar. I don't get why the website is even complaining.. If they felt their human rights are not being respected or neglected, there are millions of other ways to get that corrected. Thats why there are Courts in Qatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complaining how Qatar sucks, I suggest you go look at your own countries first. Look at how your country treat their expats and know who is doing better and where Qatar actually stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even funny when you are living in our country then you say we treat you as slave! WTF? Especially to these indians, and sri lankans.. No one asked you to come live here. It was your choice. If you didn't like living here just g back to your country and live there.. Oh wait.. nevermind.. you cant live in your country cause it really sucks that is why you came to live here. Because here you have better opportunity. So why the hell are you complaining? If you dont wanna work here just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DON'T NEED YOU. If you ever thought that this was the case then ya we really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, it is you expats that ruin our country. Our country is opened for all kind of people, and all we asked in return is for you to respect our religion, rules and regulations. But instead, what did you guys do? I'll leave it to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-2082303126287665770?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2082303126287665770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=2082303126287665770' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/2082303126287665770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/2082303126287665770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2010/01/response-to-qatarsuckscom.html' title='Response to QatarSucks.com'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-220823121540252274</id><published>2010-01-23T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:46:10.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th Kind    - Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meetinthelobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/the-fourth-kind2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 263px;" src="http://meetinthelobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/the-fourth-kind2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meetinthelobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/the-fourth-kind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 306px;" src="http://meetinthelobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/the-fourth-kind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure exactly why this film pretends to document real behavior, while in the same time, there is something that is almost always missing. Basically the problem is when the movie makers over do things when enhancing the drama of the movie; which eventually is eliminating the horror factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it so much that whenever something horrifying about to happen, you will start to see a jammed footage instead. And in the end, they tell you that its yours to believe or not. Well, I haven't seen anything really to judge so where is the argument? Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Nice story - Dramatic, emotional, with new creative story plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Poor acting, poor directing, bad movie if you going to categorize it under Horror films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate :  6/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-220823121540252274?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/220823121540252274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=220823121540252274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/220823121540252274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/220823121540252274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2010/01/4th-kind-review.html' title='The 4th Kind    - Review'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-7634311478143775584</id><published>2009-10-15T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:48:45.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Take The A(H1N1)  Vaccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radioalgerie.net/images/05/h1n133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.radioalgerie.net/images/05/h1n133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_135130"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being scared of this disease is the actual disease itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing how the west became more aware of this virus and the potential money income from it behind its vaccine without caring of humans lives, now they are even spreading panic in our televisions and media so that these vaccines are taken easier and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like, they keep lying, and they spread there lies every where so in the end people will start to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Flu vaccine is nothing but another "cover up" method to spread the panic and mess between the people. They are even forcing this vaccine; which actually contains harmful and poisonous ingredients that might cause the destruction of the Nerve System in a human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even discovered lately that the company producer of this vaccine are actually putting a living example of another virus into this vaccine; which would make the Immunity System in humans even more weaker. Surprisingly, this company is even supported by the international health organization!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really a responsible person and not just a machine that does what its been told, you would seriously think with an open eye before taking this vaccine. Search about this topic everywhere. Believe me, you will realize that  this vaccine is nothing but a lie, criminal, and fake that shouldn't get into any human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, the announced vaccine is expected to actually increase the possibility of getting cancer, instead of curing. According to a german specialist, the vaccine will have some sort of cancer cells of certain animals as an ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vaccine has not actually been fully tested yet and hasn't even been granted for sure as a safe and operational vaccine under the experemintal safety measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The german specialist also added that this is a big financial marketing in the medicine industry. The virus they talk about is no different than normal Flu Virus. On the contrary, if you look at the number of cases of A(H1 N1), you would see it's nothing compared to the actual normal Flu cases. Still, the cases with this so called virus only need to rest for afew days and they will continue thier lives normally without taking any vaccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news about this is that people are actually becoming more aware of these lies. According to a search issued in a midical british magazine in 25th august, it states that more than 50% of doctors are rejecting to take the vaccine because of its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;side effects&lt;/span&gt; and their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doubts against its effectiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Fox NEWS channel research also showed that most Americans now realize that the vaccine is more dangerous than the virus itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue is really important and I hope it will reach everyone as soon as possible. If there would be something beneficial you would like to do to protect yourself and your family for the upcoming months, it would be not taking this vaccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it..&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell every single person you know not to take this vaccine. Look it up on the internet and know what this is really all about. You will see how many charges have been made against the governments and the organizations that promote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.cureswineflunow.com/registrationswineflustory3.html"&gt;Check this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.davidicke.com/index.php/"&gt;And this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidicke.com/index.php/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MUST READ ARTICLE in &lt;a href="http://www.jimstonefreelance.com/squalene.html"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.kharjhome.com/news-action-show-id-4897.htm"&gt;ARABIC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Enigma&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/13349564-7634311478143775584?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7634311478143775584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=7634311478143775584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/7634311478143775584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/7634311478143775584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-take-ah1n1-vaccine.html' title='Don&apos;t Take The A(H1N1)  Vaccine'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-4065660348028423793</id><published>2009-10-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:52:54.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everything.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S1vgIDzyLVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AboWl-ZeAYE/s1600-h/Enigmatic+Silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S1vgIDzyLVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AboWl-ZeAYE/s320/Enigmatic+Silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430180204791344466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, eventhough I haven't been posting, but I am still here. I'm checking my blog in weekly basis. Strange that I feel like writing now. I miss my old self. I miss it so much. I stopped lots of my hobbies.. and lost many interests..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing on piano... and compose a music...&lt;br /&gt;I miss opening Cinema 4D and create some cool looking abstracts or designs..&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with my family...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the friends I met online...&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have been very unjust to myself. The question is ... How long do I have?..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are also like me somehow.. having the need to do stuff, but delaying it because you have other stuff to do. Imagine if tommorow is your last day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tommorow.... is the end... imagine.....&lt;br /&gt;If you really think about that... Believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will try to seize every second...&lt;br /&gt;And make your life more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make things that will let the other people remember you with...&lt;br /&gt;Good deeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you know that you still haven't done everything... Thats why I'm telling you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you really want from life. Make yourself happy and make everyone happy. Make your God happy for the most part. And don't sleep today before you know that your parents are glad and smiling because you have appreciated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help us help ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Please let us see the right path and guide us..&lt;br /&gt;Please God...&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be happy, and so is everyones' heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people I miss..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-4065660348028423793?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4065660348028423793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=4065660348028423793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/4065660348028423793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/4065660348028423793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-everything.html' title='I miss everything.......'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S1vgIDzyLVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AboWl-ZeAYE/s72-c/Enigmatic+Silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-8645935365720764202</id><published>2008-02-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:18:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Vs Woman (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I talked about this earlier &lt;a href="http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-trail-can-heart-share-with-mind.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny how each gender thinks and the truth remains that the mind can never fully meet with the heart. This is a finding that I can keep talking on forever because each gender is simply different and there is no chance that you can find a man &amp;amp; woman with the same mental and sentimental level. I know that this will not make sense to you. But then, once it does, then you will start to understand and it will in the end make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a general thought, men are much more "hard" than women, while women tend to be much more soft. Men are more self-dependant, while women are more social. Men rely on their rational thoughts(mind), while women rely more on sentiments(assuming it to be heart). These observations are generalizations, of course, but they are fairly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the fact that I'm different on my level of thinking with my wife. I also tell her sometimes that these are the differences between you and me. However, a woman never wants to feel that she is different from her husband. Her husband has to be her soulmate and they should be the same in everything. Well, as you guessed. This is wrong. A Soulmate can also have differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question that run through my head now is...If God has created us different, then why bother with that? Why don't we look for the simalarities rather than concentrating on  our differences?  Men and women can be the same if they crave to be, but they should also give space for their differences to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keyword is personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-8645935365720764202?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8645935365720764202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=8645935365720764202' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/8645935365720764202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/8645935365720764202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-vs-woman-part-2.html' title='Man Vs Woman (Part 2)'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-7834486641000736466</id><published>2007-11-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:44:32.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; with my wife our first anniversary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is still promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you want me to update more often but I sincerely apologize for not being up to the commitment I promised when I started this blog. My life pathways have changed in so many ways. Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hard worker&lt;/span&gt; that I am, waking up 7:00am and coming back 6 or sometimes it goes up to 8pm... giving my full passion and whatever left of me to my wife, I think you should choose to forgive my lacking the ability to come and update. However, my "Annual leave" is coming soon! I promise I'll try to catch up with you fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have so much to share with you all, but I am not in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bombardment&lt;/span&gt; mode, if I shall say. I have just came from a consuming party and I must sleep. It is 3:34 am exactly now, work starts 7:30... the machine has to get some sleep or its power will turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and see you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth-Enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-7834486641000736466?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7834486641000736466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=7834486641000736466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/7834486641000736466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/7834486641000736466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-anniversary.html' title='1st Anniversary'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-1590228487508203796</id><published>2007-06-05T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:51:28.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/RmXKpgEB8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aejiK8Xm0aM/s1600-h/imageee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/RmXKpgEB8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aejiK8Xm0aM/s320/imageee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072683369633018338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&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;A childhood that did not everlast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was the beginning of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet a misery to be blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once ... a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where I could not bare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The carlessness they share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The envy they hold when they stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The things I faced and saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The tears I had to shed, it was sincerely unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once ... a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where I could not see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Everything was just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet in the vains, love still flow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Like a dove hugging me so tight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once ... a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With no one real best friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And every relation has got to just end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I Give, They take, then throw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That's where I just could not really blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once ... a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For which I somehow thought I'm ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I held my self up still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Waiting for a thrill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Happiness did not once glow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was indeed an inevitable spell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where I lost my queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I felt I'm in a desert; nothing green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing to touch, no one to be seen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It killed me too slow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I was only a teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once a past&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I played piano and flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They healed me from the root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And like a system, I had to reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I finally had the chance to grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To kick some butts and actually shoot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where I could finally see the ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The white flowers that made me stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was indeed a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories did not want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was a bright pathway, yet still gray.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was once a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I finally had the luck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And the time stopped saying tick-tuck.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I did not anymore actually suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly the end of the show&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My life pathways just needed a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There is now... a future&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Life that is new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Above the purple skies is the view&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure hearts like white snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It is like heaven where there is only...Few.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-1590228487508203796?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1590228487508203796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=1590228487508203796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/1590228487508203796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/1590228487508203796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2007/06/childhood-that-did-not-everlast.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/RmXKpgEB8eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aejiK8Xm0aM/s72-c/imageee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-117239170918104499</id><published>2007-02-25T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:21:49.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection of Memories</title><content type='html'>The unspoken voices have returned,&lt;br /&gt;resuming the hidden auras of life.&lt;br /&gt;Whispering to your ears..&lt;br /&gt;Approaching you..&lt;br /&gt;Awakening you... from the long sleep&lt;br /&gt;From your solitude..&lt;br /&gt;From the unreachable dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God only I put my faith&lt;br /&gt;The sour in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant wounds that I can not take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that I shall still forsake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am withen your hands..&lt;br /&gt;Please heal me....&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.....&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the strength to fight...&lt;br /&gt;please guide me to the light..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could erase all the memories and start a new white page."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth.Enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-117239170918104499?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/117239170918104499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=117239170918104499' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/117239170918104499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/117239170918104499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2007/02/collection-of-memories.html' title='Collection of Memories'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-116466067962642110</id><published>2006-11-27T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:51:19.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thing........</title><content type='html'>I just want to jot down in this blog the fact that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engaged. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-116466067962642110?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/116466067962642110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=116466067962642110' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116466067962642110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116466067962642110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-thing.html' title='Another thing........'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-116465975988876901</id><published>2006-11-27T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:35:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous comments..</title><content type='html'>..are now enabled. I have done that for a couple of reasons. One of them is that I do realize that some people would like to argue with what I write but maybe they don't want me to know who they really are. It is fine with me. I'm having this blog to hear different sides of views.  Supportive comments are always good, but I need critics as well. Thus, you have the freedom now to say what you want. But just be careful not to insult/flame me or any of my commentors.. I'm very sensitive at this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is that I often hear some of my friends saying that they DO read my blog but they can not comment because they don't have a blog yet/they're not registered. I don't want to hear this excuse again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS LEAVE YOUR COMMENT. LET ME KNOW YOU EXIST IN MY LIFE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I hope that this thing will not be abused. Thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-116465975988876901?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/116465975988876901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=116465975988876901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116465975988876901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116465975988876901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/11/anonymous-comments.html' title='Anonymous comments..'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-116110558829094381</id><published>2006-10-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:23:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/wallpaper9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/wallpaper9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;'Yes I do, but I can't' is a thought I've been painfully living in nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you do but you can not say that you do is a really hard concept to move on with. Knowing that there are restrictions that we can not go byeond often limit our perciptions and let us stay in a handicapped circle. I learned that we don't always get what we want in this life. Yet, we also don't want to give up on what we can't have. We like the challenge. We like to have the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forbidden food always looks tempting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I'm really worried about is the counter force I'm using against society these days. Everyone complains about my anti-socialism. Everyone around me wants the old Enigma back. I say am always here when you need me. But have you been there when I needed you? So problems arise. I have this terrible thought that all people are playing against me, or maybe its only they have fun playing that rule. At any rate, I always go back to my room and luck the door. Staying away helps sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common mistake some people are unaware of is the fact that kindness is a powerful weapon. That's why they ignorantly target the kind people and have their personalities growing depending on them. They think that kind people are weak and that's why it is okay to abuse them. From what I've been through, I have to say that kind people are more like a TNT. They are like a ballon that the more you keep blowing inside of, the more it will grow. And in the end, as you probably already guessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful. Because indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing is what it seems."&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/13349564-116110558829094381?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/116110558829094381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=116110558829094381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116110558829094381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/116110558829094381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-do-but-i-cant-is-thought-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-115958704758508337</id><published>2006-09-29T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:30:47.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="right" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" dir="ltr"&gt;Life has changed in so many ways. Years are flying by and we are always running out of time.. Getting used to be out-of-the-way turned to a habit, for which I cannot afford to break anymore. Every time I pray, I ask God for direction. Walking the pathway that has no slight of mercy on me, I keep wondering when it will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer delineate the true meaning of happiness. I know I will not find it here but in the hereafter. To many, happiness is defined by wealth, getting married, having kids, a good career, and a high education...etc. But To me, I know deep inside that that's not all there is to it. No matter what, when, or how.. You will never stop countering troubles. And as long as this happens, happiness is not assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is fond of reading my thoughts I'm sure. Because every time I open my mouth and say the truth that I see, people will immediately runaway. That's why I have no genuine friends. It's rare, very rare, to find someone who will grip my thoughts.  People liked the old me, the happy jumping like a kid everywhere kind of guy. Making jokes every second. But one can't afford smiling at peoples' faces forever. You can't keep wounds in your heart and smile and act as if nothing happened. They will see it, and then ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, you'll start to have faith again that… "Oh my god, eventually some one cared to ask" … That there is someone who wants to listen. While in fact, they were just trying to solve the puzzle. "Who is this quiet guy?" is all their concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my heart to them, they will be contented! They will think that they won… probably a noble prize or something of that sort. Once they take for granted that the mystifying gentleman is no longer an obscurity, you will never see them again. Wow, how does that suck? That's where I will say to them: You will NEVER understand who I am. People usually, if not often, like to be with two kinds; the mysterious or the funny. If you can't afford any of these, then let me expect that you are having difficulties making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amusing how I always point my finger at the people and say that its always there mistake. It's even funnier that I remember I told someone once, if we ever get apart, it will be because of you -- and that what happened. I do feel bad when I say this, but I know I will never harm a friendship I want to maintain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="right" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="right" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" dir="ltr"&gt;Sadly, my assumptions were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to go to bed. I do feel abandoned, but it's good to have someplace to go to when there is no one to listen… And that somewhere for me is here. So, excuse me if you found this just another down pulling post. I need to let out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mh.. Ramadhan Kareem to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God accept all our prayers and good deeds in this holy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;Enigmatic Sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&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/13349564-115958704758508337?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/115958704758508337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=115958704758508337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115958704758508337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115958704758508337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-has-changed-in-so-many-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-115766887127283892</id><published>2006-09-07T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:11:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/movie_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/movie_bg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Probably some of you are familiar with my Darthy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, it's coming back to me these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my five senses back. However, nothing sounds like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Visualize with me someone who is used to eating chocolate/whatever .. every day. And suddenely, his teeth break and he can't eat anymore. The doctors couldn't find cure for him or do anything to help him cause his teeth were hurt very badly. At first, it will be hard, very hard, on that guy yeah? However, over time, he will get used to the fact that he can't eat chocolate anymore. He will hate the chocolate instead for ruinning his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Imagine a child who is used to play a lot with his doll; which his parents bought for him on his birthdy. Imagine then after a period of time, imagine the parents taking that doll from the kid. How would he feel? At first, it will be hard on him, but afterwards he will get used to living without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Imagine now "someone" who was in love with "someone else." Imagine that that "someone else" died. The "someone" will cry everyday, but in the end, he/she will stop.. and he will get used to the fact that he/she can live without that "someone else." But what would happen when "someone" knows that "someone else" was not dead after all this time? Will "someone" be able to drink the cup of tea again? I think he/she will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; But it will be different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Because "someone" is already used to living without "someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Humans do move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Humans change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Humans don't know what's inside of other humans unless they have a deep look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Humans never trust what hurted them before. Even if they do, it won't be half of what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Humans are attracted to what they don't know. But once they solve the puzzle, they jump up and try to solve the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not a HUMAN, or at least not a normal one! And I'm not an angel too. I'm not a demon. I'm not a ghost. I'm a different being. Something else. Something far. And I don't say this to brag, I'm saying it cause thats how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth doesn't make sense, does he? .. Well, he never was anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&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/13349564-115766887127283892?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/115766887127283892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=115766887127283892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115766887127283892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115766887127283892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/09/darth-moment.html' title='Darth Moment'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-115663368136554343</id><published>2006-08-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:08:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Zanarkand</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFY9KGoSvJE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFY9KGoSvJE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I want to say today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-115663368136554343?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/115663368136554343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=115663368136554343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115663368136554343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115663368136554343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-zanarkand.html' title='To Zanarkand'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-115064877839869984</id><published>2006-06-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:15:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--I JUST CAN NOT BELIEVE IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A YEAR SINCE LAST TIME I POSTED HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Life is indeed moving so fast. One year is a lot, really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to drop by my blog today because some one very dear to me has asked me about it. I feel sorry to say that I really lost track of my previous likings. Designing Graphics, painting, writing music, photography,  poetry, and most importantly blogging-- my only sincere way to reveal what's hidden inside. Yet, I assumed that all this crazy non-sense passion would have to fade into nothingness one day. They were merely hobbies. And I would have to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only healing myself from the pain. Hiding, trying to forget, to move on with a hope that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; will pass; that's why I became a self-motivated artist. I liked what I was doing because everything I drew or wrote had a deep meaning that I didnt know how to express but on that form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed and it is still changing. Right now I'm struggling on the path I'm walking on, but I can see the light at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end is coming soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go sleep now, so let me just spit this out of my chest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, some of them come and take us to the light, while other take us to the dark. The idea is that we will have to move on with them or without them.&lt;br /&gt;Never feel saddened about losing someone. Instead, embrace, learn, smile, and move on. Cause that is life, and it's all in the plan of our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I want to scream out loud that I LOVE MY FAMILY SO MUCH for everything from A-Z. I'm really blessed to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, okay that was a fast contemplation of my life. I'm sorry if I'm unthoughtful today.. but you'll have to excuse me cause a meal from Mcdonald's can do you wonders. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nity nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-115064877839869984?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/115064877839869984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=115064877839869984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115064877839869984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/115064877839869984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-can-not-believe-its-been-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-113029756372028580</id><published>2005-10-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:39:16.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Imageshack.us, My Template was All RUINED!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, the template was changed to this. I had a rough time today in trying to make my previous template look as it was, but because www.imageshack.us is down (or something is wrong with it), my template looked so blank as "ME!" said :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be using this for a while till I make a new one. And I'm not going to host my images in that website again, lesson is learned. I'll be working on a new template during Eid holiday inshallah. So, wait for it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a class in about half an hour, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-113029756372028580?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/113029756372028580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=113029756372028580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/113029756372028580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/113029756372028580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-to-imageshackus-my-template-was.html' title='Thanks to Imageshack.us, My Template was All RUINED!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112959993106164978</id><published>2005-10-17T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:51:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Half Ramadhan Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can you guys believe this?! That.. We made it till the middle of the month?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hmmph.. I can't believe it. Time goes by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today was 'karank3oh' day.. Sigh.. I still remember how I used to go to each house in our area and sing for them so they'd give me nuts and sweets. I can't do that now :( .. I'm old and really I feel like crying. Ahhh okay not really coz I still enjoyed it today. I felt great when I made the children who step by sing for me the song :D god bless them.. wallah they're so cuttttte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hehe .. so anywayz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My exams will start on Thursday, that is two days from now. I'm not really well prepared so I think I'm going to step back from the internet the next 2 weeks. I really should focus on my studies more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112959993106164978?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112959993106164978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112959993106164978' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112959993106164978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112959993106164978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-half-ramadhan-already.html' title='It&apos;s Half Ramadhan Already!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112950141700571433</id><published>2005-10-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:26:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Trail: Can the Heart Share with the Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-family: lucida grande;" dir="ltr"&gt;    The conflict winding up in our system under the diffusion of our sentiments (assuming it to be restricted by the heart) and resolutions (controlled by the mind) doesn't look like the source of a major conflict, but it is. On the one side are emotions, which make us do what we want without broad thinking to answer who, why, what, when and how. On the other side, analysis, logic, planning, and answers to each question must be provided before we step up and do what we want to do. Each side is fighting to prevail and take control, so trouble is brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The debate over which element we should listen to has gained momentum recently; because of my noting the increased uncertainty of this kind of conflict within every one of us. Yet, the media somehow played a great role in making it easier for every one to be swayed with what we should highlight as best for us, the heart or the mind. However, I think, letting one side wins and the other losses make our humanity deficient, which unfortunately some people are not taking notice of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When sentiments take over the role we play each day, and consequently, with the increased over-control of feelings within us, the world shall end up seeming like a jungle. Everything will be free, no rules, no limits, and thus, more or less likely, an increase of devastation. Emotions can be divided into two, good and bad. Yet, even if the good part of it took over, the world will still seem unbalanced. On the other side of the loop, when the mind takes over all the control, we will be nothing more than a machine; functioning, only and always, to think of ways to solve our problems. Good in a way, but without the emotional part, making decisions and answering the problems can be too ruthless. No feel of guilt, no passion, no sorrow, no happiness, no crying, just doing whatever you're meant to do and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It is asserted by many that people who are more into emotions are mostly women, and those who are into 'resolutions' are men. A quote to evoke, "A woman's head is always influenced by heart; but a man's heart by his head." Daang, not really! This has been looked into from a very narrow perception, if you ask me. I think that everyone of us has both sides (sure we do!) The problem is, we don't make a reasonable balance between the two. This is not about genders; it's about how humanly you are. And if you put into consideration the pursuit of happiness, you'll eventually realize that it should come from deep within first. Meaning, we should first solve all the conflicts deep within that's happening between our mind and heart... before we start seeking outside. We should balance the equation in our system, and then we'll find the contentment we seek!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-family: lucida grande;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-family: lucida grande;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-family: lucida grande;" dir="ltr"&gt;That's all for today…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112950141700571433?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112950141700571433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112950141700571433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112950141700571433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112950141700571433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-trail-can-heart-share-with-mind.html' title='On the Trail: Can the Heart Share with the Mind?'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112913270320922576</id><published>2005-10-12T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:29:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convert the Look of Windows into Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm really bored of Windows XP interface. I searched for skins and hints on how to turn it to look like Mac X. And viola, it really wasn't that diffecult to do. All I needed were couple of programs to install and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my desktop looks like this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/mac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If you want to change your Windows interface just download these programs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tgtsoft.com/prod_sxp.php"&gt;StyleXP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stardock.com/products/objectdock/"&gt;ObjectDock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stardock.com/products/objectbar/"&gt;ObjectBar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.osx-e.com/downloads/utilities/yzshadow.html"&gt;YzShadow&lt;/a&gt; (gives you a shadow look under   your windows, really cool!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt; (2 play music.. worth downloading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.osx-e.com/downloads/icons/panther_icons.html"&gt;Icons&lt;/a&gt; (to change the icons and make them look like Mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and that’s pretty much all there is to it, me thinks. Good luck and let me know how it works for you.. ;) also if you know any other hints, please share ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112913270320922576?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112913270320922576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112913270320922576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112913270320922576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112913270320922576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/convert-look-of-windows-into-mac.html' title='Convert the Look of Windows into Mac'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112837765290448645</id><published>2005-10-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:35:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/ram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/400/ram.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;May Allah(swt)  accepts all our good deeds in this month.. and make it a blessing to everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*kl 3am o entto b5eer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112837765290448645?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112837765290448645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112837765290448645' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112837765290448645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112837765290448645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/10/may-allahswt-accepts-all-our-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112708067564848255</id><published>2005-09-18T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:38:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Diary: Sunday 11 - Friday 16, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hi dear bloggers and friends,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just wanted to share some lil pointers at what happened last week, it's not much of a benefit to read this I guess, yet I just want to write something lol. Sorry about my lake of updates, this post is just to catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sunday 11, 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Even though not much I've achieved in this day, still it was wonderful. I went to the computer shop (Softiel) and bought a tablet. ^^ I so need this for my upcoming digital art works.. Working with the mouse just sucks! Anywhos... It was not expensive so I gladly took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics pics pics.. Click to enlarge. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's not really something very fancy but certainly it does the job ^.^ Here is a lil unicorn I've drown 2 days ago using it (in painterIX);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/unicorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cool ha? ^.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Monday 12, 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Please go over the previous post first.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a LOT about my status on this day, about my life, my people, my everything. I came with some dicisions in the end. I don't wanna really talk about them though, but let me just say that sometimes, it gives you a really good feeling to think of your future and leave the past behind for awhile. I sort of have made some dicisions about what I'm going to do with my life. Pushed myself a step forward I guess..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tuesday 13, 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*sigh*.. This day was such a sleepy day for me. Think of the laziest person ever, that was me. I haven't slept for two days and a half. Yap, you read that right. 2 days and a half... And, on the morning of that day I FINALLY slept! All Tuesday was gone sleeping! I woke up at night so regretful though. I really missed a lot of stuff. I also missed some important calls and worse yet, I missed praying on time. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I needed to sleep in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah another thingie, I watched Final Fantasy Advent Children the movie! (Thank you D. for telling me about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/209/920785_20050730_screen004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2005/209/920785_20050730_screen004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2004/screen0/920785_20040924_screen005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2004/screen0/920785_20040924_screen005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's out people! Amm, usually, I don't give much credits to movies. I always try to find something to criticize them with and say 'oh that could have been done better'. But this one is just different. You shouldn't have any doubts about how excellent this is, it's simply the best computer-generated movie I've ever seen till this day ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wednesday 14, 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yap. Still alive and kicking. Nothing to complain about, *al7mdllah.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun spending time with my brothers, hanging around, cruising in the Land Cruisor lol. This car should be called Land Crusher by the way! hehe.. Oh, I know some of you people here would go like 'what? he hang around with his brothers? Where's the logic in that?' Well, yes I'm one of those who enjoys going out with his family more than with friends. Plus, I don't really have a lot of real friends, which is, yet, good in away. *me believes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this tiny book about watercolors, for Richard Bolton;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Very informative and full of great techniques regardless of the number of pages. ^^ It was really interesting to see how the artist uses watercolors to put life and details into his paintings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday 15, 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Amm, is it just me or do we all like Thursdays? hehe.. I really don't know why but I always see in everyone's eyes some sort of comfort and tolerance in this day. Maybe it's the freedom from work? hmm.. oh well, anyway, it was a pleasant day for me too.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me peeps I finally bought the iPod of my dreams lol. I just can't stop staring at it. Really beautiful. I just love how slick and not-so-heavy this mini thing is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/ipod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/ipod1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/ipod21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/ipod21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Apple never fails to amaze me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Friday 16, 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's just like every other Friday... nothing much to mention. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amm, I watched the movie, The Incredibles with my family on th evening. The characters are soo cool. I loved the doughter the most. She looks so amm.. innocent ;p&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/1600/face1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2139/728/320/face1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quote of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Men are four:&lt;br /&gt;He who knows not and knows not he knows not, he is a fool - shun him;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simple - teach him;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep - wake him;&lt;br /&gt;He who knows and knows he knows, hi is wise - follow him!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lady Burton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cheeeers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.s. I know, my life is so simple. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112708067564848255?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112708067564848255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112708067564848255' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112708067564848255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112708067564848255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-week-diary-sunday-11-friday-16.html' title='Last Week Diary: Sunday 11 - Friday 16, 2005'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112655541389229525</id><published>2005-09-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:03:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vaxxine.com/untamedart/solo/Eye-of-India-Tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vaxxine.com/untamedart/solo/Eye-of-India-Tiger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I haven't posted for awhile, I'm out of words these days. I think I'm starting to 'get a grip' of myself again. I'm trying to stop all the 'fun' that consumes me. It's time to take life more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a point of change in my life, inner changes in specific. Some said this change isn't good for me, that I should stay the person I'm and never let struggles change who I am. Well, I'm really sorry.. but nothing stays the same. I want this change, so I care less if it's good or not! It's unfortunate, but sometimes you just have to loose your passion to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bro A, you know how much I'm grateful to the truth you opened my eyes to. I told you.. you're wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;by Rocky (survivor album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Risin up&lt;br /&gt;back on the street&lt;br /&gt;did my time took my chances&lt;br /&gt;went the distance now I'm back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;just a man and his will to survive&lt;br /&gt;so many times&lt;br /&gt;it happens too fast&lt;br /&gt;you trade your passion for glory&lt;br /&gt;don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past&lt;br /&gt;you must fight just to keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;its the cream of the fight&lt;br /&gt;risin up to the challenge of our rivals&lt;br /&gt;and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;and he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;out in the heat&lt;br /&gt;hanging tough&lt;br /&gt;stayin hungry&lt;br /&gt;the stack the odds still we take to the street&lt;br /&gt;for the kill with the skill to survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;its the cream of the fight&lt;br /&gt;risin up to the challenge of our rivals&lt;br /&gt;and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;and he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risin up&lt;br /&gt;straight to the top&lt;br /&gt;had the guts got the glory&lt;br /&gt;went the distance now I'm not gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;just a man and his will to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;its the cream of the fight&lt;br /&gt;risin up to the challenge of our rivals&lt;br /&gt;and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;and he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye of the tiger......&lt;br /&gt;The eye of the tiger......&lt;br /&gt;The eye of the tiger......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112655541389229525?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112655541389229525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112655541389229525' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112655541389229525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112655541389229525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/09/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112566273147838736</id><published>2005-09-02T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:46:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivers of Sentiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7078/sent8hx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7078/sent8hx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiii&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;How are you all?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you're in great health. Alright my question today is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o you believe music can speak for itself? Do you think you can read what the instrumentwise is trying to say through his tunes? Can you express yourself through music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s for me, I'm really starting to believe so. After I woke up today and had my breakfast and everything, I came to my keyboard piano, sat, and recorded myself while playing. Amm.. You know this feeling when you just don't know how to put the right words together to make your point clear? That's how I was feeling when playing the piano.. So, it was just an attempt to express myself in another way.. through the rythems.. It just speaks out everything in your heart. *ahh.. i'm still listening to what I was playing, I can't believe I play like this!* Seriously, if you ask me now to play it again, I'd say I can't do it exactly. I followed one scale when I was playing and the rhyme came out like that. I can play it again 'similarly' but not exactly. It would just depend on my feelings on the instant I'm playing it. That's why I'm beginning to believe that feelings has a lot to deal with music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyway, here is another side of me I reveal today.. Please click on the link if you wish to listen to me playing(you'll be asked to wait for 60 sec; then just click on the Download button):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=193MATI3"&gt;My Rivers of Sentiments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*hope the link works*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I used three instruments; piano(intro), guitar(main), and flute(finishing). Dedicating this to someone very special to me that I talked to yesterday who.. opened my eyes to many things. I'm very thankful to that person.. for everything. and I'll always will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112566273147838736?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112566273147838736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112566273147838736' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112566273147838736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112566273147838736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/09/rivers-of-sentiments.html' title='Rivers of Sentiments'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112540503931889074</id><published>2005-08-30T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T05:30:39.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day In The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;Yesterday was such a long and painful day to all of us. My dad had to do a surgery on his elbow to fix a compacted nerve, as the doctor said, and decompresses it so the blood will run smoothly. I didn't want to get out of the hospital even though I really hated being there for some reason. But anyway, I stayed all day long with my family there. The surgery went fine, thanks to God first and for most, and for the kind doctor who kept assuring us that it will be alright and that it's a normal surgery… After the operation, dad was sleeping because of the drug they gave him before. He had difficulty breathing when he woke up... I felt so heavy inside. I felt like we'll loose him... but he managed to breathe normally again. *al7mdllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a smoker too. That's why he had trouble breathing, according to the nurse. I just wish I could persuade him to stop but I really don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I was very ill too... It was so stressful. I would keep coughing and throwing up every once in a while for no reason. Maybe it's because I'm not used to seeing my dad like this. Or maybe because I'm not used to being in hospitals... I don't know.  Mom told me to go home and get some rest because I really needed it too. So, I got back home at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="2"&gt;2  am&lt;/st1:time&gt; and slept for 5 hours, then woke up… Changed and got back to dad cause we had to get him out of there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's finally home again… Safe and sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine how my life would be without him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112540503931889074?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112540503931889074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112540503931889074' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112540503931889074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112540503931889074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-day-in-hospital.html' title='One Day In The Hospital'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112513103478597161</id><published>2005-08-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:03:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Tagged by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mbarak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/4060/mbarak8kz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last book you read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Digital Fortress, Dan Brown. I haven't finished it yet. There are a lot of chapters in this book and yet I am really taking my time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last phone number you called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My oldest sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last show you watched on TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's a very old gulf series called Droob Al-shak on &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Channel.. I don't watch it everyday.. It was by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last thing you had to drink:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;A cup of tea and milk mixed with Nescafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last thing you ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cheese Sandwich with honey, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last time you cried:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last time you smiled:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Today when I was talking with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last person you hugged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I rather not say, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last person you talked to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Isn't the question repeated? lol. Again, my old sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last thing you smelled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my brother smoking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last CD that you bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's been along time since I bought a CD, I always download the songs I like using Mp3search.. But I do remember the last CD I bought, which was Voyageur-Enigma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last song you sang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Right here waiting - Richard Marx. I'm sure ya'll know it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Last thing you laughed at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Well I try to laugh everyday. But something that made me burst laughing was a bit old movie I saw with my family about two weeks ago (as I recall) – The movie's name is "Harold &amp; Kumar Go to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;White&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;." It's very, very hilarious :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-What's in your cd player:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mp3 songs. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-What time did you wake up today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Five something in the morning. I had nothing to do but I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Current favorite article of clothing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; n/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Favorite place to be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Even though the weather is really hot in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Qatar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but I usually love to go to Cornish and have a walk in the afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Least favorite place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; In my brother's car where he'll be driving all day and I will just sit and talk with him. It's a good thing to spend time with your brother, but for some strange reason, I always end up with a feeling that another day of my life was just wasted. I just don't understand how come he never gets bored of driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Do you believe in an afterlife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-In Heaven or Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-How tall are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm tall enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Current favorite word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Regret. Well, not exactly my favorite, but it's the first word that popped in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Favorite Book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Answered in the previous tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Random lyric:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's for an Arabic song, it goes..&lt;br /&gt;ya sa'3r al far7 fee glby, o ya kbr al alam o al aah....&lt;br /&gt;t'3arb fee zmn ha alnas, o zawad thlmohom blwah.&lt;br /&gt;le anno mo5talef 3nhom.. t'3arb mn 6bay3hom... etc // for Hussin Aljasmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-If I could be doing anything right now, I would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; playing with PainterIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Are you a daredevil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Maybe, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Have you ever told a secret you swore you'd never tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ahh.. Yes. But I told the person who told me the secret that I did reveal it to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Do looks matter?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;To me, no. To almost everyone else in my country, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-How do you release your anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I don't get angry easily, al7mdllah. But when something really stresses me I just stay away from it. Always stay away from the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-My second home is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my imaginations, which some of you might find quite silly... but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-One thing I have that I wish I didn't is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lying to someone very close, to save the relation, but with that doing, I have only made it worse. It's a tough lesson I learned. Never lie... whether it's white or black... never ever lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-All you need is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically: a slap! A very hard one... so I can wake up from what I'm now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Spiritually: God's help and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Something I want but I don't really need is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; most probably money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-Something I need but I don't really want is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;hmm..I need to understand this question though I don't really want to! LoL ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Water if possible. (nashaft reejy ya5y hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;No I don't, yet I'm taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-have a dream that keeps coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yeah. But it's… well... I don't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-believe there is life on other planets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Deep within, no I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-read the newspaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-consider yourself tolerant of others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes, and very kind as well! al7mdllah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Najah, Nabhan. The rest of the list are already tagged. Anyway I hope they don't fail me and answer the above questions =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112513103478597161?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112513103478597161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112513103478597161' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112513103478597161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112513103478597161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/officially-tagged-by.html' title='Officially Tagged by...'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112496075172612806</id><published>2005-08-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:21:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You Blog?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos2.flickr.com/3137862_9f18e67024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3137862_9f18e67024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder why everyone blog him/herself. I know its kind of a personal question that maybe I shouldn't ask, but it would really be wonderful and appreciated if everyone can share with me his/her reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I started blogging because I was so desperate to talk to anyone. There really was no one beside me to listen. I visited a couple of healthy websites that would give tips about how to overcome depression and sorrow.... and they said it's really healthy and good to write everything you feel down. [Ya I was that desperate! :'( ] They recommended blogging as a way to start and I followed up. Next thing I know is that I'm in the blogger community. I'm still blogging because i'm not over this circle of sorrow, yet. But I'm really starting to believe that it helps to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that, I think the positive side about blogging is that it gets you to know other people too. How they feel, and how they interpret their lives on their own words. This is very very interesting on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about me, how about you guys? Care to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- // Begin Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100" style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think is the reason that makes everyone blog??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;select name="answer"&gt;&lt;option value="1"&gt;It's a good way to spend our time.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="2"&gt;because we want to make a future reference to our lives maybe?&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="3"&gt;To tell people that we exist.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="4"&gt;To let out some stress maybe?&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="5"&gt;Because it's healthy when we have no one to talk to.&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="6"&gt;All of the above!&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="7"&gt;For other reasons&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="config" value="ZW5pZ21hOTkzCTExMjQ5NTg4NzAJQ0NDQ0NDCTAwMDAwMAlBcmlhbAlHcmF5" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- // End Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast your votes please! Thanks in advance ^.^&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112496075172612806?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112496075172612806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112496075172612806' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112496075172612806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112496075172612806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-you-blog.html' title='Why Do You Blog?!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112460945028924918</id><published>2005-08-21T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:30:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Template Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with the template!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it people! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of free time the past few days so I decided to play with my template code a bit. I wanted something simple, which is what all this is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new shoutbox ! Feel free to shout all you want there. And my neocounter is back as well. (it sux though cause it's not free :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I added a couple more of my favorite blogger links. I still have a lot to add though, but am seriously tired. I'll do it some other time inshalla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112460945028924918?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112460945028924918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112460945028924918' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112460945028924918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112460945028924918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-template-changes.html' title='Blog Template Changes'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112405302257244469</id><published>2005-08-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:03:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A life lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cncden.com/genx_generals/townes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cncden.com/genx_generals/townes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;Something just stroke me today when I was playing the game Generals Command &amp; Conquer: Zero Hour. You might find this somewhat childish, but I really learned a life lesson from it. It's a bit intricate for me to clarify. So read over only if you're interested =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.cncworld.org/games/zerohour/generals/auroraalphac.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game, there is a &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; air-plane called the Aurora Alpha Bomber. This aircraft has many stuff to offer you, but only one trait makes me respect it so much! The &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; can only be shot down "AFTER" it drops its payload (bomb.) So, no matter how much defense your enemy in the game is having, this plane is still gonna blast the target you define for it. Afterwards, the plane is vulnerable to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright so what's the moral of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;0. Life is a war!&lt;br /&gt;1. Consider the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; aircraft to be YOU.&lt;br /&gt;2. The defense of the enemy (be it tanks, missile launchers, king Raptors or whatever) is the struggles we face on our daily living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, every one of us has at least one aim in his/her life to long for. We set this target and we fight as hard as we can to attain it. We study, we work… etc... And this is to make sure that we reach the target. But on our way there, we frequently face many struggles, and some of us unluckily fall! I fell many times as well and I admit that. But here is the thing; I am going to be an '&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;' from now on. I won't tolerate anything to make me fall. And no matter what attacks I'll get, no matter how much slaps it would take, I'll be still flying till I reach my target in life. Then, I'll be truly happy and won't care if I fall, because I would have achieved everything I want by then. So, it wouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we just have to believe we're like an &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and FLY! All we need to say is "target confirmed" and get out of that airport we're in now! Believe me we'll get there.*inshalla.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Aurora in flight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112405302257244469?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112405302257244469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112405302257244469' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112405302257244469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112405302257244469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-lesson.html' title='A life lesson'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112340752191927085</id><published>2005-08-06T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:40:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hi fellas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://art4nabs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nabhan&lt;/a&gt; got me  tagged to answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. How much money is in your wallet right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;2.How much money would you need in the bank to feel secure? Rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;3.If someone gave you 100 rials, no strings attached, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;4.If someone gave you 1 Million rials, no strings attached, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;5.How much does something have to cost before it starts counting as "real" money, as a purchase to be considered and evaluated, but below which you'll buy without really thinking about it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There you go pal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 1. That would be 468 QR exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 2. Money that would ensure me a living for one year would someway make me feel a bit safe. And for the second component of the question, I'd say it's not with how much funds I have that would make me feels rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 3. I'll turn it back asking that person to please grant it to someone who needs it more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 4. It would depend on who's going to offer me all that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 5. I two say that it depends on the thing I'm buying. I don't squander my money on things that are over-priced yet not worthwhile. If I really have to pick a number though, I'd say 50QR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, as we're on the subject of money, I'd like to formally declare that I hate it so much. Money is all what most people think about receiving in this life. I find this a pretty lame and retarded goal. I see eye to eye with the one who said that money can't buy happiness; for the reason that... I experienced it myself. If you're unhappy from within, riches won't do you anything much to help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The next reason for me to hate it is because people are treating each other differently because of it. You'll see assorted categories in our society that are considered distinct from each other mainly because of how much wealth they have. The rich is always esteemed, while no one gives a crap about the poor. Excuse me for the expression but why is this happening? We are all humans, sons and daughters of Adam &amp; Eve. Brothers and sisters. Why categorizing? Why some people are VIP and some are not? Can't we all be just treated equally? Or is this just so far from reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Third reason is greed. People get really greedy sometimes that they'd kill other people to take their money from them. This is actually happening in our society! It's not something I watched on TV. In addition, think about the current wars from a universal broad. The main reason I believe for all of these wars is the greed flaming out from country leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;Nothing more, nothing less;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;Just money, wealth, and great amount of funds in their accounts. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;That's all they want!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;For God's sake money is just a stupid paper!&lt;br /&gt;Why fighting for it? Life demands?&lt;br /&gt;Hack with them if they're going to make humans monsters.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;Some people also think that money equals success. This is so not true. To be successful in life doesn't mean having great chunk of money; rather, I believe achieving your goals is what makes you be one. However, If the goal is just to make money, then I'm sorry to say that you are really not living your life very well. Some might argue that they have to make money first to achieve their goals, Yes, I agree. But my point here is that 'making money' shouldn't be your main objective in this life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;With all that said, I think I made myself care enough. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;LoL, okay sorry to be a bit serious about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone smile please.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't worth it,&lt;br /&gt;money isn't worth it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;and surely my post isn't worth your being sad/upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/13349564-112340752191927085?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112340752191927085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112340752191927085' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112340752191927085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112340752191927085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-and-money.html' title='Me and Money'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112290858568778214</id><published>2005-08-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:03:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant.Sense</title><content type='html'>It's been sometime I haven't opened my Cinema4d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, today I did! Haven't made any serious modelling though. Just an abstract which strangely, I have somehow related myself to it in the end. It's basically a simple piece. Called it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibrant.Sense&lt;/span&gt;. Each color I used here symbolize something to me, but.. well, I won't bore you with such details. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you to view it (click to enlarge);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/21240001/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/213/8/2/Vibrant_Sense_by_Dev11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Your opinions  are always appreciated peeps. So please be generous and give me your feedback. Thanks in advance. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112290858568778214?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112290858568778214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112290858568778214' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112290858568778214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112290858568778214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/08/vibrantsense.html' title='Vibrant.Sense'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112205774957604250</id><published>2005-07-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:14:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Weird and No Place is Left to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: say how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;enigma: Old enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: say what's your gender? m or f?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: say sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: I don't mean to keep typing "say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;enigma: What do you think my gender is? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: Too much nudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;enigma: '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: I mean mudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: I'm gonna check the dial-in conection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coolcorpse: say brb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;He went and never came back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was a part of a talk I had with someone while playing Yahoo Chess. As you may note, the guy seems to have gotten into the pattern where he has to type "say" before saying something and "look" before he can see. Next thing he'll inarticulate "emote" every time he takes breath. Emote inhale, Emote exhale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get uninterested of the Net. The question is, where do I go now? Where's the next wave? The thing is, I don't think I can push this thing much further. There's nothing else to do; just much, much, much more of what I've already done. Anywhere I go now is a second trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. The Net used to seem so big. No limits. Everlasting variety. It doesn't seem that gigantic to me now. I log in and think, where to? Back to Forums? Back to blogging? Back to chatting? Messenger? Anyone? ... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that. It's not adequate anymore. It's overwhelming. It's boring. I can feel it topping out. And it's sad, because I love the Net! I loved being able to drift away into chatting rooms and talk to people from different regions. I loved the spirit of it, and how much people value liberty on the net. I loved the speed, the lightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, that's the part I hate. I can switch this whole world off from my life. I can walk away from it and come back the next night, or the night after that, or a week or a month or a year later and find pretty much the same thing. I don't know how content I am in this casual space anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something sparkling and brilliant about the Net. There is also something lonesome and horrible about it. I don't regret stumbling in, but thank God I can opt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will be up in a little less than one hour or so, which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a few more thousand posts yet to read from my fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;b) two dozen Forums.&lt;br /&gt;c) a couple of mp3 websites to check, or&lt;br /&gt;d)  doing the alfajer prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, "d" seems like the most thrilling option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/enigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112205774957604250?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112205774957604250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112205774957604250' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112205774957604250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112205774957604250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-is-weird-and-no-place-is.html' title='Everything is Weird and No Place is Left to Go'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112201535149020971</id><published>2005-07-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:57:18.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free (Wi-Fi) Access Offered at Qtel Hotspots</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ameinfo.com/images/news/4/14074-wireless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Source ::: &lt;a href="http://www.thepeninsulaqatar.com/Display_news.asp?section=Local_News&amp;subsection=Qatar+News&amp;amp;month=July2005&amp;file=Local_News200507143611.xml"&gt;The Peninsula &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Doha: Residents and visitors to Qatar can now access high-speed wireless Internet at selected locations free of cost following the soft opening of Qatar Telecom's Wireless Fidelity (WiFi) service branded Qtel Hotspot. The free access offer is valid for a limited period only after which Qtel Hotspot will be commercially launched. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Khalil Ebrahim Al Emadi, Executive Director, Wireline Services at the company, said: "Qte's broadband strategy is to make our customers a part of the growing global WiFi community and give them the best of what we have to offer in Internet services whether at home or at work. Our WiFi service provides freedom, flexibility, reliability and great value for our customers and by offering them this dynamic service free for a limited period, we are giving them an opportunity to sample one of the many exciting products and services we will be launching very soon." &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;The service, in its introductory phase, is available at all major hotels in Doha, select restaurants and coffee shops. Among the places where people may experience WiFi Internet access free are the InterContinental Doha, Al Merweb Hotel, both the branches of the Eli France Café at Salwa Road and the City Center, La Maison Du Café on Salwa Road and Royal Plaza, Le Notre, Grand Café, Crepaway and Mint Café. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Customers should look for a special logo or notice announcing that free WiFi access is available at the outlets and request for a user name and password from the hotspot location personnel. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;"WiFi is fast gaining popularity, especially with everyday Internet users and people from the business and student communities who frequent restaurants, hotel lobbies and coffee shops. By setting up hotspots at these locations, we are also offering businesses a chance to provide advanced service and to attract more customers," he added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Q-tel!! *a sentence I never thought I'd say.* &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/aktion/action-smiley-060.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112201535149020971?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112201535149020971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112201535149020971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112201535149020971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112201535149020971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/free-wi-fi-access-offered-at-qtel.html' title='Free (Wi-Fi) Access Offered at Qtel Hotspots'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112173354070223092</id><published>2005-07-18T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:39:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Bit of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified to wake up not knowing who I may face today,&lt;br /&gt; So afraid to run off the room… so there on my bed I lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                       .......&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;Scared to open up my eyes in terror of who I may see,&lt;br /&gt; there’s only one being I trust now, that one being is me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;                                      .......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;I toddled down the stairway of my vacant dark home,&lt;br /&gt; Everyday became the same, and I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t gaze at the outer surface, I can’t anymore see,&lt;br /&gt; I just don't know what the hell is wrong with me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;                                      .......&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt; I sit out of the sun, wondering what’s going on,&lt;br /&gt; with all sensations… I feel vanished or gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's eye wish to know what lives outside;&lt;br /&gt; it’s so undue for everything I hold, to hide.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                         .......        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;Though I can’t stand the wounds people cause, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand all this pain&lt;br /&gt; though I'm sick of everyone being fake,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the amount of hurt I still have left to take&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this happen to me again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;                                      .......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;Today I will stand up and wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;Today I will rub out all the hurt and fears&lt;br /&gt;Today is another new page&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be filled with fury and rage &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;                                      .......&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;Fight is the only word that charms in my head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fight even though by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;I'm dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13349564-112173354070223092?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112173354070223092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112173354070223092' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112173354070223092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112173354070223092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-bit-of-sorrow.html' title='Just a Bit of Sorrow'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112132958011329136</id><published>2005-07-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:26:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mbarak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.echo.cx/img26/2471/blessed5rb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  AND   &lt;a href="http://paradoxicpages.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.echo.cx/img249/1624/nigma4tr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. What does 'love' mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;At this moment, it means a knife caught in my heart that no matter what I do I can't drag out.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a broad note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is what completes me. That's all I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. What does "marriage" mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's a life-time commitment. It's a dream that will come to reality, one day… inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Do you believe in 'love at first sight'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call it love. It's a physical attraction. You can't love someone just by a fleeting look. It's mostly incorrect to suppose so… because love doesn't come out of sudden.  Love is a combination of feelings attached together which grow through time. Hmm, just ask yourself, what approach would one have at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly! Attraction; no more no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. How many children would you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as God would bless me to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. If given the opportunity, what is that one song you would sing for me on wedding day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What dreams are made of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday destination?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. What are three qualities you would look for in a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;After 'Religious' come Simple, Patient, and Compassionate. Beauty is the last thing I look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. What are the three qualities and three bad habits that you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualities: you tell me what they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I don't      get out from my cave frequently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I      shy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I      have major problems with sleeping&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't know where the course of my future leads. For every day there is something new that will either shove me up a bit or put me down a byte... Honestly I can't see myself in tomorrow, how do you expect me to tell what's after 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/13349564-112132958011329136?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112132958011329136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112132958011329136' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112132958011329136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112132958011329136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/tagged-by.html' title='Tagged by...'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112130930630345536</id><published>2005-07-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:52:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Erotic Dreams of Enigma; Totally Faked!</title><content type='html'>Alright everyone after my worm greetings to all,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked mp3search.ru today to find some songs and I got shocked! I mean, how in God's name do people steal the originality of my favorite band, and no one says anything?!!! There is nothing called "Erotic Dreams" album for Enigma! o_O Somebody is faking and people are downloading because they think it's for the original band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album doesn't even come close to the quality of the original band; I felt suspecious once I heard it. It really shouldnt be under Enigma's name because they're not the ones who made it. The website refers to the album as bootleg. But you know what, I don't care! I mean look at the title! It doesn't fit with Enigma's reputation at ALL! ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone saw this album and wanted to buy it, don't don't don't!! We need to stop these people from stealing other's copyrighted materials. If you pay, you're encouraging this phenomenon to appear.. please don't! I mean okey, I was dump to buy it, but hey I didn't know.. but now that you read this post... You have no excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOOON'T BUY IT! &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-030.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Aye this is the cover of the so stupid album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img336.imageshack.us/img336/6092/audioaudioeenigmaeroticdreamsf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if there are any rules about using the name of other artists. I mean there must be some kind of restrictions about that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwayz,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly 5:30am now.. It's been a long time I haven't slept well.  My daily schedule is so messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol that rhymes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112130930630345536?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112130930630345536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112130930630345536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112130930630345536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112130930630345536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/erotic-dreams-of-enigma-totally-faked.html' title='The Erotic Dreams of Enigma; Totally Faked!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112086115904414443</id><published>2005-07-08T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:55:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere I Used to Belong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm not talking about where I belong in 'real' life… I'm talking about the 'online' one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;On my online occurrence, I've been into many forums, discussion websites, and many others to reckon. I had fun on some, while I learnt some perspectives of life on others. But there was this one forum that I really felt I belong to; to the extent that I treasured it as my second family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/4945/vanillacop2y0hd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Every single member in that forum meant something to me - I'm not kidding! Some of them were more than just online friends. They were like brothers and sisters. I felt that every one cared for each other. Every one was very polite... Every one was just being him/herself... and so I couldn't help but like the quality at hand. And indeed, it was such a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sadly though, it's temporarily closed... for 3 or maybe 4 months now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I really miss it. I miss all the people I knew there. I even had a phase for a time where it was inflexible to live the day without hearing about them. Right now I don't go to other forums; often for the reason that it reminds me of the one I used to be in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Is this some sort of addiction? Maybe, but if it is, then I'm convinced it's the right kind of it. I just supplicate that the admin of the forum hear my voice somehow and kindly consider bringing it back... Even though I am not sure will I see my fellows there again, at least I will be seated here with hopes to read anything about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I pray they're alright and living a happy life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A question to all the people who post in forums, what would you do if you knew one day that the forum you daily visit is shut down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I leave you to comment... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112086115904414443?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112086115904414443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112086115904414443' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112086115904414443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112086115904414443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/07/somewhere-i-used-to-belong.html' title='Somewhere I Used to Belong...'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-112008311676131432</id><published>2005-06-29T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T06:40:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blessed" Has Tagged Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by one of my precious bloggers, Blessed, to answer these questions:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number      of books I own&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last      book I read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five      books that mean a lot to me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And      finally, the book I am reading since long but could not finish&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - But before I start answering the questions, I'd just like to point out that it's been like two or three months and I haven't really read novels/books in general (excluding my university textbooks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;++ Number of books I own&lt;/b&gt; ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I don't know. Honest. And I don't actually own the books. We have a small library or so in our house and my brothers and I can come and read or use them. So, accurately speaking, I don't "own" a lot – a rough calculation would be 30-40 only, coz those are the ones I bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;++ Last book I read ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dave Pelzer - A Child Called 'It'. The book is so, so, so moving!! I really mean that. Very creative, very unique. The story was brilliantly developed; wide in details yet, not going over board in telling unnecessary things of the over all story. The emotions as well were amazingly carried out in words. I felt like living inside the characters. It was just astonishing to the extent that I had trouble setting the book down to do other things. As I remember, it was talking about this child who suffered a lot from his evil mother. She used to torture him and rooted all the fear you could imagine in his heart! I won't spoil the story of the book to those who haven't read it yet. But I for one really enjoyed it. The next book I'll read (inshallah) is "The Lost Boy," which is the second part of the trilogy of the book I mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ &lt;b&gt;Five books that mean a lot to me&lt;/b&gt; ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Believe it or not, it's so tough for me to answer this. All the books I read so far had something meaningful to offer. So in essence, there are no five special books to me because I value all of them. Yet, on another note, the books that touched me a lot are those with an ending that would blow me off my feet -- if you know what I mean. :P I like the unexpected drama. For example, when I was 16 (or maybe younger,) I longed for a book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What the Birds See for Sonya Hartnett&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. The story ended and next thing I know was tears in my eyes! *lol. I remember feeling sorry for the characters! Sounds crazy, doesn't it? I read it at least 10 times, if not more.  Another book I liked so much was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ugly Princess and the Wise Fool for Margaret Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. You just can't expect how much you'll giggle when you read it! The comments in the story are so stupid yet really humorous. So you see, each book has something special that would pull you to read again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ &lt;b&gt;And finally, the book I am reading since long but could not finish&lt;/b&gt; ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Lee A. Jacobus - A World of Ideas, sixth edition. The writings and letters included in this book are very articulate, inspiring, and mostly very wise; especially after knowing that they are written from the most legendary people in the world! However, it's a little dark and mysterious. I find it interesting to read, but I'm not sure if other people of my age would want to dig for the deep meanings of this book as I did. Yet, I think it's a must read, especially for those who like critical readings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;--I'm Tagging: Echo and Esoz. Hope they answer the same questions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-112008311676131432?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/112008311676131432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=112008311676131432' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112008311676131432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/112008311676131432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/blessed-has-tagged-me.html' title='&quot;Blessed&quot; Has Tagged Me'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111996772240917112</id><published>2005-06-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:39:37.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..:: Last Week Diary ::..</title><content type='html'>First, I apologize for not updating frequently. There is so much I would like to talk about actually. But since I haven't updated my blog for a while, I thought I'd just post some of the events that happened last week so here it goes… Hope you enjoy reading this for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 21, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well,, I couldn't find my Islamic class that I'm taking this summer. The class started a week before this day and I still couldn't find it. I asked, asked, and asked…I went to the administration office… and after maybe 2 hours wasted from my life trying to find this out of sight class, after I got a real pain in my legs from walking, I finally found it :D It was such a relief! I could finally attend, but I didn't. I went back home as I was awfully tired and already had enough. Just chilled and enjoyed my time with family…Rewarding myself for the accomplishment of finding where the class is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 22, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nothing so special about this day except the fact that I, at last, got my account back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://www.mp3search.ru/"&gt;Mp3 Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; .They closed it for two months, or maybe even more; banned me from using the service though I have credit in their website. I don't blame them. I was such a pain because I hotlink to their mp3s a LOT! But I learned the lesson well now. I won't share the links I buy again. I'll download and then share. This way, everyone will be happy! :P But overall, it's a very excellent website. I found all the Mp3s I wanted there, be it movie or game soundtracks, or just music. The Mp3s are low-priced, clean and with remarkable quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 23, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The terrible thing happened this day. I broke my Oud! The one I kept for so long… It's broken. It accidentally fell down while I was tidying my room. Yet, strangely, I don't want to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img251.echo.cx/img251/1648/brokenoud2zl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's been along time I haven't played it so guess I'll just throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hmm, yeah… My oldest brother started searching for a new house to live in and settle this day. Though I wind him up sometimes, I don't set with him often, and I don't actually like him :P… I still felt sad. I don't want him to leave. I don't like the fact that we will split up one day and everyone will have a house on their own. But what can I say… that's life. He said that once he finds a good accommodation, he'll be off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 24, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ahhh.. You know when you're so fed up to death yet you just want to achieve anything but don't know what… Well, that kind of feeling overwhelmed me this day. Everything was messed up. I called my old friends and no one replied. Some of them had their mobile off while others just didn't feel like replying. But I understand. Not calling them for along time and being so busy to just pick up the phone and say hi is just not so forgivable. Deep inside, I wish they'd consider… Anyway, some good things that happened: I finished Warda's blog template (mostly) on this day…really had fun and learned some new techniques while doing it. Plus, I had some quality time playing my favorite online game; Generals: Zero Hour with my family. We have a LAN network in our home and this game is what makes us all meet online. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 25, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A7m A7m.. Got a nice hair cut in the night of this day. :D It's good to know I still have it! Here's a picture (with a forced smile) …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Edited: Picture removed ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;LoL Aye, enough laughing at me kids. Can we be grown ups now? :P So, anyway. After I made my hair, I had dinner.. you won't believe what I saw. A club sandwich that looks like … Or you know, I'll let you see and tell me what it looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img282.echo.cx/img282/8367/sandwish9je.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 26, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So much happened this day. I don't know from where to start… and I won't tell what events exactly took place. Let's just say that my heart saw the light again. :) I'm sure those who know me well are familiar with the reason why I'm saying this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 27, 2005:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just two things I want to mention. By coincidence, I saw on this day my dearest friend, Mantis, while I was on the university. I didn't see him for one whole week and it actually felt like missing something important from life. It was really pleasing to see him again. We sat together and talked for hours, had launch, and got back some old memories while drinking tea. For some reason, I value the moments I spend with this guy. Very wise, very funny, and very respectful.. Anyhow, the other thing I thought of mentioning, my brother who studies in Canada… He traveled today to continue studying there. I hate goodbyes I really do. I just hope he reaches safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of this week:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ask and you will receive. Seek and you will find. Knock and it'll be opened to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-111996772240917112?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111996772240917112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111996772240917112' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111996772240917112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111996772240917112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-week-diary.html' title='..:: Last Week Diary ::..'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111905764939228834</id><published>2005-06-17T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:31:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday I was working on Catty, the first painting I'm publishing online.. Now since the summer started, I was trying to learn this really amazing software called Corel Painter IX. It did actually take me a lot of time to know my way around and what I want to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I still have many things to learn, so this is just the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway, here's what I ended up with yesterday (click for full view) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19605643/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.echo.cx/img155/9906/preview0bf.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech.Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corel Painter IX to make the meaw Catty :P&lt;br /&gt;Enigma's Albums. (inspiration source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Comments &amp; critics are appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hope you all like it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.iconarchive.com/icon/seasonal/christmassmilies_by_livepencil/Snow.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-111905764939228834?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111905764939228834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111905764939228834' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111905764939228834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111905764939228834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/catty.html' title='Catty'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111886962401172672</id><published>2005-06-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:07:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one likes to be used</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, trying to study and analyze the society, I eventually come to realize many facts. One of them is that a lot of people, especially the young, unfortunately waste their time on things that has no benefit but entertainment. It's actually strange how young people live nowadays. They judge each other on the clothes they wear, the kind of car they drive, and at which restaurant they eat! If you're a hard worker, they'll think you are poor because you're working hard to make money! You might also find some who will judge you even by the scope of how you are entertained during the day (i.e. if you don't own a play station, you won't make a good friend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The question is what has gone wrong??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The way I see it, most of this happened because we come from a society that likes to have everything set and ready. We don't create the things we need, we BUY them… Just as simple as that. And with this pure fact, we became used instead of being the users.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A trick maybe most people are unaware of is that, business has its own system of getting around oppressive issues like selling things that harm people -- mind or soul. They do this by promoting the truth out of things. They can in fact persuade you that smoking is not harmful and that it makes you a tough guy or a cool gal. Even though human rights organizations persist on warnings on packets of cigarettes, it still remains a phenomenon that people buy and smoke them. In the end, many get sick and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Not only this, other harms can be found as well. Take for instance consoles and computer games. They are really time-consuming; yet, our young people tend to not pay attention to this fact. Why? I still don't know. But I assume it's because they can't resist the lure and enjoyment coming out of it. DVDs and movies.. Music CDs and Songs.. All these are 'killing' our generation slowly, overwhelming their time, teaching them things out of our culture and humanity, and most importantly, tricking them that they are the right things to have; so, in due course, young people buy them. Truth is, maybe all of us, including me, are actually tricked. I know some of you would say, "No I'm not: I'm in control and nobody uses me".. But please think it through again. What happens is that we're actually being controlled at some point. We're paying to be controlled, and we like it! Whether we admit it is not the question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I just wonder… how do we actually spend our time? I just wonder what we have done in life, in addition to entertaining ourselves, that made the world a better place. I just wonder why people pay and allow themselves to be desensitized to the point that they will actually sit down at a computer learning, while playing, how to steal, murder, be a sniper or a hit man and say they are having fun?! Then they might sit and watch the news on TV and start complaining about the increase of the crime rate providing that it is no longer safe to go out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;While young people are being captive and addicted to hundreds of things, while they lose their common sense of reality, lose their uniqueness as members of the human race... And while the money makers who grow fat on the earnings of the films and computer games industry, lie around pools in splendid deluxe mansions paid by our money, our humanity, our life.. I just wonder.. What are we going to do about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do nothing? Allow ourselves to be used and abused? Make the rich guy richer while he sips on his martini and eats at his caviar while some of us are addicted to his game or in prison for the crime he enacted on that film? Or maybe become a zombie and addict ourselves to being entertained to death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;..OR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Avoid the things that are dangerous and show some responsibility? Get a life and learn to do/say things to make the world a better place for you &amp; all the people to live in? Start a war against the 'users' of the world and encourage young people to think about their lives again and where they are heading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The choice is yours.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/angels/lily.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-111886962401172672?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111886962401172672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111886962401172672' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111886962401172672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111886962401172672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-one-likes-to-be-used.html' title='No one likes to be used'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111838640839864789</id><published>2005-06-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:53:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell Before You Buy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://abunawaf.com/images/2005/05/041208_aroma_vlrg_6a.vlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I want to share with all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from a forward that lately, a Japanese company has produced a machine(see the pic) that allows us to get the smell of many perfumes you can find online. It has certain types of liquids inside that when mixed together in a specific ratio, it gives the exact smell of the perfume that you want to try before you buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how technology can reach. Honestly, I won't be surprised if I saw a website one day that would allow us to download perfumes :P It'd be really cool. Plus, we may need to look for cracks and patches as well to get the full perfumes for free~ haha okey just kidding :P :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-111838640839864789?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111838640839864789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111838640839864789' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111838640839864789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111838640839864789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/smell-before-you-buy.html' title='Smell Before You Buy!'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111820968168076674</id><published>2005-06-07T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:05:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Targets of Sentiments &amp; Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://papertheweb.com/graphics/target.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="right" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey again people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started this blog, I put pen to paper where I want to aim it to. Honestly, I have more than a few objectives that, with any luck, I would like to achieve here. Namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Religion is a source of enlightenment. Thus, I promise to attach some Islamic point of views on every occasion I see convenient/needed. Hopefully, that will help out some who don't know a lot about our beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm dreadfully interested in philosophy. With that in mind, be informed that many of the posts you'll see in the future will deal with my being so theoretical on certain aspects and events. &lt;img src="http://www.jp3d.net/yahoo/images/dont_steal_these_images2/09.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Out-of-sight 'talents' &amp; 'obsessions' will be revealed here in the future inshallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There will be some personal posts about me every once in a while. Through them, mind will speak at times; heart will speak at others... (And sometimes both.) That's why I'm referring to this blog as Sentiments &amp; Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) An approach to my country and the people existing in it shall be considered as well. Come on that's not dull! In this area, I'll try to discuss some major points that we , as Qataries, are mostly worried about... Sometimes one feels like shouting out loud to have his say heard. So, that'll be my place. (I'll be shouting &amp;amp; typing @ the same time. &lt;img src="http://www.jp3d.net/yahoo/images/dont_steal_these_images2/59.gif"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a7m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is basically my on-the-way circle. I hope you'll find it enjoyable and valuable to read... Occasionally, other stuff might jump off as well. You never know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, time for take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="right" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma&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/13349564-111820968168076674?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111820968168076674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111820968168076674' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111820968168076674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111820968168076674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/targets-of-sentiments-resolutions.html' title='Targets of Sentiments &amp; Resolutions'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13349564.post-111768907805005060</id><published>2005-06-01T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:52:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog is up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I'm Free at last!! It's a strange feeling how I've been waiting for this holiday so much.. and now that it comes, I really crave to carry out many plans; I don't really know where to begin… but off the top of my head... my main concern now is to spend extra time with my family; especially with my young sisters whom I haven't been around with for a long time. I truly miss them so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew's birthday is today! He completed his first year and he's becoming really cutttie! We're going to through for him a little party.. And I so want to get a picture of him eating the cake haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, despite the fact that I'm still not through with the template of this up-to-the-minute blog, I determined to put it on the same day as promised on my prior one. Therefore, you might see several changes every once in a while. I hope you like how it looks now. If not, please drop a comment advising me on what to add or what you would like to see here so I can improve it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now I guess… Feel at home, fasten your seatbelts, and get yourself in stand-by status to dive within the thoughts of my humble blog. I'll update in my second post the pointers I will discuss in Sentiments &amp; Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;++ Time ran so fast. I still can't believe I'm done with exams. ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll and hope 2 see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13349564-111768907805005060?l=e-sensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/feeds/111768907805005060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13349564&amp;postID=111768907805005060' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111768907805005060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13349564/posts/default/111768907805005060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sensation.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-is-up.html' title='The blog is up'/><author><name>Enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171855284399238699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6DiX4WQu4w/S4cPa-39N9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F4_JV7xuJLI/S220/DaRThENiGMa.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
