<?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-14333968</id><updated>2011-09-04T00:31:47.246Z</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Long Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-6356861212432760866</id><published>2007-02-03T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:52:39.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Weird Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was tagged some while ago by &lt;a href="http://umqusai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arabian Princess&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ti3gibsjunkbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;ti3gib&lt;/a&gt;, separately. Late but no one including me cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What will happen to your e-mail when you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly hacked by friends or enemies, or simply forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key to your secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by giving out my e-mail’s password does not necessarily mean I’m giving out a key to my secrets. I gave my password to 3 persons, out of whom two has probably forgotten it, and changed the one I gave to the third person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your famous nickname among your Friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be one of three. My last name, Snooky, and Monk. Although I stopped being called Snooky at grade. 8 but it is somehow back now. Monk is a long story related to Monkeys and religious Monks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old enough… or young enough depends on whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your horoscope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your qualifications?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi-talented. Polychromic in many different fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your character "personality"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody/random, surprisingly super smart.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What travel means to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to travel.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your time out of peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a certain person. Add a beach to the previous and peak is a perfect expression.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second question which made me think of not completing this tag. Hmm… I was just about to move on but let me let it all out. What the fuck? What does it mean to ask about what some one purchases? Is it what a person daily purchases or lastly purchased? Is it even possible to limit a few items to this question? I “purchased” a fucking Ice Tea can today, do you fucking want to know this piece of valuable information? Next…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Features taken from your dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making fun of almost everything. Commitment, or at least I am trying to inherit that. Facial features. Success, which actually contains many baddass sub-features, but I am still working on this one too. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Features taken from your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not letting anything pass without fully understanding and analyzing it. Passion for science and knowledge. Direct honesty.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note: Most of my character features are very different from my parents’, I inherited a few only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most 6 things you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, or most of them to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;Humid and moist weather.&lt;br /&gt;Optimism when it leads to the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice and baseless judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Human lameness, unless it is so lame that it becomes funny.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most 6 things you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I count a person? Anyways I’m a guy so I mostly like girls, cars, tech and electronics, music, and food (specifically meat).&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What job means to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tool for making a difference… or that’s the way it should be.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What computer and internet mean to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I’m just addicted.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would like to pass this tag to:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-6356861212432760866?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6356861212432760866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=6356861212432760866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/6356861212432760866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/6356861212432760866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird-tag.html' title='Weird Tag'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-6723074797559891274</id><published>2007-01-06T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:08:20.766Z</updated><title type='text'>TI3GIB</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;My good (but fingered) friend &lt;a href="http://ti3gibsjunkbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;ti3gib&lt;/a&gt; just launched his new blog. You did not get it wrong, I am in fact advertising for him. I do feel a little bit guilty though, I got jealous of his awesome layout and copy cated some stuff from his blog, and changed mine almost rootly. I liked his crappy collection of links, then thought of putting my fav.s only because of the bold effect when hovering over them, I just love to see these links get bold (I am not pathetic, you are reading this, you are more hopeless than I am). What I want to say, is go check out &lt;a href="http://ti3gibsjunkbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;ti3gib&lt;/a&gt;'s new blog and that is pretty much it...and maybe you can tell me what you think of my improved template - though the banner is most likely to be changed, again.&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;Good luck on your finals dude, and don't forget to finger yourself. And oh...don't forget the payment for this ad.&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/14333968-6723074797559891274?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6723074797559891274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=6723074797559891274' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/6723074797559891274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/6723074797559891274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2007/01/ti3gib.html' title='TI3GIB'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116772579558260065</id><published>2007-01-02T08:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:16:35.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Shin</title><content type='html'>From a barbarian perspective, it might even be looked at without thinking, normal and careless without limits. Is it separation? Most likely something separates from some other thing. When a human kills another human, it is issued to three things, religion, human punishment, and the person him or her self. People might start hearing heart beats at some point, which keep getting louder and louder. Each heart beat is accompanied with removal of the brain and splating it against the ground, then replaced in its skull again, and splated with the next heart beat, these actions are emotionally physical to the person experiencing them, absolutely invisible and to others. More than guilt, more than a man can bare and handle. This is the meaning of torture, nothing compared to stretching arms and legs with a wooden machine. The reason of why it is valuable, life, is there in religions, but only a few understood the true meaning of soul, and they struggle for life upon the right reasons and intentions, others struggle because of human instincts to keep living, keep surviving no matter what. Many did lose the will to live, but exceptions are there to mention in the end. An off topic advice, when studying an issue, look at the majority as the face, keep the exceptions in mind, or if necessary, keep them in hand, these are what might cause a revolution, maybe even against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to look at death in a very neutral way, I do not feel anything when hearing that someone else died. Searching for the reason behind this, I can not find what caused me to become this freezingly cold. Maybe it is because I spend a lot of time, or most of my time in the dark side. I sit a lot with a couple of death, normal people. One death told me, what you are experiencing might work for or against you, and that I am the one to decide, what I should do is decide while realizing it, not let my subconscious decide for me. For me it is just white filled smoke, brilliant in terms of looks, visible only to me, coming out of the corpse. I can whirlpool for very long about what happens next, only one way to find out, but I do not want to commit suicide. I want to feel the real meaning of death again, the process is unknown, personally. It is just feared, personally, against experiencing the moment later and then regretting the previous coldness I was in. Death became a normal thing, people die all the time, watching real people die, mostly for no proper reasons, or for pesky hidden reasons, dries out hearts. With constantly evolving and changing politics, taking away a life and a soul standing in the way for victory, or any other way, froze meaning ness even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116772579558260065?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116772579558260065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116772579558260065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116772579558260065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116772579558260065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2007/01/shin_02.html' title='Shin'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116764677912003610</id><published>2007-01-01T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:58:41.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Charmingly Awaiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/1600/41394/238332131_3e1cb9674b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/400/702008/238332131_3e1cb9674b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/azlijamil01/"&gt;Azlijamil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116764677912003610?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116764677912003610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116764677912003610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116764677912003610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116764677912003610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2007/01/charmingly-awaiting.html' title='Charmingly Awaiting'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116710337507266310</id><published>2006-12-26T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:29:39.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Prison</title><content type='html'>A sort of punishment, certainly undoubted for its need, but the problem relies within the truth of the charge. Many get thrown into rotten cells for things they did not commit, many get placed smoothly in the place of real criminals, or in most of these cases murderers, by people who are somehow invisible, though no one is completely invisible, but many politicians, leaders and rulers, or other important people of science and sadly sometime religious people, would be the people who poisoned innocents to cover their tracks. The same problem with many other flaws of general justice people live under each and every day since the dawn of history. In Alchemy, it is believed that to gain something, a person should give out something of the same mass, very likely every other aspect in life follows the same rule - Sacrifice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Prisoners have access of limited things to do while serving their time, many of them write. It might not look as inspiring as other nature for example, but it is somewhat inspiring. The atmosphere, the feeling of either guilt or inequity, and endless hours of thoughts being cooked in the human brain in various speed, are few of the factors of prison literature. Different emotions fill up and mix with ink, anger becomes fire to the eye, sometimes ice, like a wave of helplessness. Books and other pieces of spectacular written work were made in prison. The most honest and touching letters might come from such a place. In 1963, Martin Luther King wrote a letter, while in prison, called "A Letter from Birmingham Jail", which was perfectly written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116710337507266310?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116710337507266310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116710337507266310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116710337507266310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116710337507266310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/prison_26.html' title='Prison'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116572382491925053</id><published>2006-12-10T04:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:10:24.920Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/1600/976083/sandra_bullock5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/320/230570/sandra_bullock5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, one of the best movies I have ever seen. I was hesitated to go, but thankfully I went. Everything in it was perfect. First of all the scenery and actually the colors in the movie were very good, I do mean the colors, do not know how but it was just very to nice to watch the screen and going deep into its colors. The lake house was one of the best houses I have ever seen. The story was my absolute favorite part in the movie, a friend told me the story was not new, but it was very new and extremely unusual to me, loved every part of it. I like it when movies make me think and try analyzing even if about the side and sub plots. I cannot believe this mid of the writer, I cannot imagine how did he or she think of this story. I will look if there is a novel. I do not usualy like this type of movies which contain some romance, but this movie was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal Rating:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0410297/"&gt;IMDB Movie Info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116572382491925053?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116572382491925053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116572382491925053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116572382491925053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116572382491925053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/lake-house_10.html' title='The Lake House'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116566277360049261</id><published>2006-12-09T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:12:53.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Star - YUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnYJvCd0QxE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnYJvCd0QxE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116566277360049261?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116566277360049261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116566277360049261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116566277360049261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116566277360049261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/rolling-star-yui_09.html' title='Rolling Star - YUI'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116557539416553867</id><published>2006-12-08T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:09:47.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Berserk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/1600/756991/berserk_de_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/400/81527/berserk_de_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have all the time in the world now, this phase started about a week ago. Nothing to do, completely free all day, and all night since I do not sleep. I realized I watched many anime but only few of the must-watch. Annoyingly surprisingly I still did nt watch animes like &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anidb.info/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=anime&amp;aid=22"&gt;Evangelion&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anidb.info/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=anime&amp;aid=979"&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/a&gt;, I did start FMA last year but stopped at episode 15 or so due to some stupid reasons. Anyhows, I have just finished watching &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anidb.info/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=anime&amp;aid=98"&gt;Berserk&lt;/a&gt;, quite old, 1998 I think, but honestly old animes are better, which anyways all of this does not matter when judging this great anime. One of the best I have ever seen. Sadly the one and only thing which triggered me to watch this anime is the enormous sword, always been a fan of gigantic swords, no but this one is really big, bigger than the guy him self. The plot is very weird, but that is where its greatness relies, it is not about twists, but the story line is very weird, such animes are the reason why I watch anime in the first place. Excellent anime, very confusing ending, which, again, is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of anime, the Bleach movie, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleach:_Memories_of_Nobody"&gt;Bleach: Memories of Nobody&lt;/a&gt;, is going to be released in under two weeks. This is not the trailer, but the latest OP from the series which is actually footage from the movie, awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="219"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VV9ZC9gIao"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VV9ZC9gIao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Brain Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Rolling Star - YUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&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/14333968-116557539416553867?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116557539416553867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116557539416553867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116557539416553867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116557539416553867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/berserk.html' title='Berserk'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116541128993978106</id><published>2006-12-06T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:21:29.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Lebanon army chief urges compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anti-government demonstrators have buried a Shia man killed in street clashes in southern Beirut and Lebanon's army commander has warned that the military may not be able to contain any further protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Michel Suleiman is urging politicians to compromise, according to comments quoted by several Beirut newspapers on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fouad Siniora, the Lebanese prime minister, also warned that the situation could get out of control. "No one can impose control on the streets and this has been proven," he told hundreds of supporters who converged on his office complex on Tuesday, which is ringed by barbed wire and riot police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of Hezbollah-led opposition protesters remain camped out near the offices of Siniora on the sixth day of demonstrations aimed at bringing down the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/FAAD69EE-FA03-4066-B1AB-A0B33B078CC9.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/FAAD69EE-FA03-4066-B1AB-A0B33B078CC9.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the democracy, America, or should I say Israel. Squeezing on the wounds and stretching the gaps. Pointing, you are Sunna live there, fight for your right, you are Shia go there, fight for your right, you are Christian, you are Kurd. Just like Iraq, in the past Iraqi sunnis and shia used to even marry from each other, one question: who created all this? I am not the typical arab who drags America into everything and puts the blame on it, but really? They could not enter Lebanon, so squeeze, squeeze on the fruit until it rots. It is sad to witness how useless the Lebanese army feels and how everyone feels towards it. Mr. Nasrallah said himself, I do not care Sunni/Shia/Christian we are all Lebanese, he asked the people to open their eyes, but the Lebanese cannot be blamed, no one can dare to talk to a person who has lost everything. The move cannot get any smarter, turn part of the people against the government. Hemayed, a senior member of Amal, a major Hezbollah ally, urged supporters to exercise restraint. "We will not be dragged into sedition ... We are called upon to remain one hand and united". Beirut, the pearl of the Middle East, we pray for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116541128993978106?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116541128993978106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116541128993978106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116541128993978106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116541128993978106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/lebanon-army-chief-urges-c_116541128993978106.html' title='Lebanon army chief urges compromise'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116539357109328754</id><published>2006-12-06T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T05:30:34.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Speak - Godsmack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMefAORWe1s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMefAORWe1s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;Free, you better love me&lt;br /&gt;And hide or run away&lt;br /&gt;From all your yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or make your peace some other way, oh yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And way beyond your controlling mind (mind)&lt;br /&gt;And no more believing in all your precious lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or make your peace some other way, oh yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or make your peace some other way, oh yea, yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or make your peace some other way, oh yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or make your peace some other way, oh yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;Speak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116539357109328754?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116539357109328754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116539357109328754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116539357109328754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116539357109328754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/speak-godsmack_06.html' title='Speak - Godsmack'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116530674527879033</id><published>2006-12-05T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:25:19.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing... really</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/1600/56838/Bleach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/335/1281/400/798011/Bleach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say, but nothing to blog. Frankly, I have dozens of good blog material but for some unknown reason, I am just unbothered to focus on writing 2 complete sentences. I even stopped posting at the forums I am in, do not know why. I will just blabber anything now. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt; started about a week ago, I feel like I'm the only person in the world who is on a holiday, many institutions here do not offer a spring break. Currently I am not enjoying my 1.5 months holiday, must figure out the way of having fun again, soon hopefully. I cleaned up my computer drives, one word to express the experience: "Whoa!", the feeling is almost identical to how Tarzan swings around in the jungle from tree to tree. Glad and relieved I finally got this over with, was delaying since grade 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;I am back to Anime. I have watched many good anime in my life, and yet even though the current Bleach is partially ruined, it remains my favorite anime. I am waiting anxiously for today's episode. I am also planning on watching the must watch animes now, I have watched many normal and other dull animes, but sadly did not get a grasp of the top ones. I am planning on watching Evangelion, Berserk and Full Metal Alchemist. I did watch half of Full Metal Alchemist last year, stopped at some reason because I did not have enough space to download the rest, and as ever, was lazy to burn the files out of my drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the ultimate hater of the Doha Asian Games, but now I am actually looking forward and planning on going to watch many sports, especially Basketball and of course Ladies' Beach Volleyball. The opening ceremony was a blast. Seriously &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Qatar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; proved it self, except for all the ruined roads and fucking traffic, it may not sound like it, but traffic really is a very serious problem here. Since my birthday is about a month far here is what I recommend you asshole to bring me:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;+ Hummer H3&lt;br /&gt;+ BMW M5&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span class="bandtext"&gt;TAMA                                            Star Classic Accoustic Drums&lt;br /&gt;+ Playstation 3&lt;br /&gt;+ Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;+ iPod Nano&lt;br /&gt;+ Paco Rabanne Black XS (Tell me if there is an even a better smell in the universe)&lt;br /&gt;+ Ray Ban Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="bandtext"&gt;Honestly, the above list is actually my personal shopping list - meh...except for the Hummer and M5 maybe, but too lazy to even think about which road I should go to get them, I am seriously in my laziest phase now. Anyhows, surprisingly I am addicted to Flickr now...check out my gallery if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Yamal Alfarga Al Ain - Yousef Shafi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; 1984 by George Orwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116530674527879033?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116530674527879033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116530674527879033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116530674527879033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116530674527879033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing... really'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116404767464552385</id><published>2006-11-20T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:37:53.490Z</updated><title type='text'>[Photography] Lock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=43359810" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=43359810" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43359810/"&gt;Lock&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://urbanpriest.deviantart.com/"&gt;urbanpriest&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly I did not expect others to like this secific shot, but heck everyone really did. Anyhoos, I&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;m posting my posting my photography crap at &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/urbanpriest/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://urbanpriest.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviant art&lt;/a&gt;. Click on the links to view my other crap errr I mean art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116404767464552385?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116404767464552385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116404767464552385' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116404767464552385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116404767464552385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/11/photography-lock.html' title='[Photography] Lock'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116342896846435090</id><published>2006-11-13T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:42:48.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Master of Debate</title><content type='html'>Too bad I did not post this last Sunday before last Sunday, if I did this post would have been quadruple enthusiastic. I've got called and addressed as The Aggressive Debater. I have been in the debating society my uni is organizing. In the beginning we had two debates where the members of the debating club could choose to participate in. The motion of the first one was "This house believes Iran should have the right to develop nuclear energy" and the second was "This house believes that arranged marriage is better than love marriage". I went to the Iranian one, and our team won, badly, the other team got 3 or 4 votes only. So I got qualified to the big debate, with the motion "This house believes the pace of change in Qatar is too fast". Frankly I was really disappointed with this topic, but then it turned out to be very deep, interesting and negotiable. In the debate day there were more than 250 person in the crowd. And each time one of the speakers said something with power, camera flashes poured like rain, as if we were celebrities. The whole debating thing, preparing for it, and debating it in the final debate was a fun experience, very enjoyable. The very next day we appeared in several local newspapers, our pictures were there, and they even quoted me and published things I said from the debate. Actually after the debate people from different positions came and talked to the speaker they liked most, I got comments from press, university representatives and the &lt;a href="http://www.thedohadebates.com"&gt;Doha Debates&lt;/a&gt; ladies. Since I blog to keep records and read my bloggings later, I posted about this experience. You can go to hell now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116342896846435090?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116342896846435090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116342896846435090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116342896846435090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116342896846435090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/11/master-of-debate_13.html' title='Master of Debate'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116332185668721657</id><published>2006-11-12T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:57:36.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Tattood</title><content type='html'>Just so you know how much she's obsessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/samp88f4e416da7f30fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/400/samp88f4e416da7f30fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116332185668721657?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116332185668721657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116332185668721657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116332185668721657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116332185668721657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/11/tattood.html' title='Tattood'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116299718722585321</id><published>2006-11-08T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:57:34.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein sentenced to hang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Article: &lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/65DF985E-2A01-461E-9B78-68580F11073E.htm"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/65DF985E-2A01-461E-9B78-68580F11073E.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/6FDFD99DC0A2484E95E7258967E3F88D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/6FDFD99DC0A2484E95E7258967E3F88D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By whatever means, hanged or shot, the man should be punished and be practiced upon with the death penalty. But I still do not agree with the official reasons for giving him this sentence, or basically I think it should be rephrased. I salute Saddam Hussein and admit he is a genius and both street and military smart man. But he deserves this sort of punishment. Not because of the 148 of Shiites he killed back in 1982, but because he killed everyone who stood in his way. Saddam Hussein killed Sunnis, Shiites, Kurds and his own family - was it his brother-in-law? Whatever was in his path, it did not matter to him from which sector the person was, or even which religion. Iraq is complex, Iraqis are different, they do actually need "a" Saddam to rule them, just not as negatively brutal as the one who asks to be shot rather than hanged and while wearing his military suit. Iraqis have to have a leader with Saddam’s pros but not with his flaws. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Hajjaj_bin_Yousef" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al-Hajjaj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyone? This is an ideal leader from my personal vision, no one is perfect, and so is not Al-Hajjaj, so I might ignore some pesky actions he took. "Saddam Hussein's trial is a milestone in the Iraqi people's effort to replace the rule of a tyrant with the rule of law. It is a major achievement for Iraq's young democracy and its constitutional government." Says Bushy. I am not like many Arabs who blame America and drag it in all of our problems, but it was America who planted the seeds of hatred and conflicts between the two Muslim sectors in Iraq. The hanging will happen, might get delayed if some certain interference by a few certain characters or countries took place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/0802B02F-DE22-4E4F-BA29-3CDF20045715.htm"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/0802B02F-DE22-4E4F-BA29-3CDF20045715.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Some minor information in the Al-Hajjaj link above might be wrong or questionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116299718722585321?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116299718722585321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116299718722585321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116299718722585321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116299718722585321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/11/saddam-hussein-sentenced-to-hang.html' title='Saddam Hussein sentenced to hang'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116248509102820697</id><published>2006-11-02T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:31:31.040Z</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear good lord I hAVE GOT THE SCHOLARSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116248509102820697?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116248509102820697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116248509102820697' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116248509102820697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116248509102820697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116221432879252183</id><published>2006-10-30T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:19:12.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Southpark</title><content type='html'>My Southpark version. I can tell it looks very similar to me, maybe except the extremely round head, and I have thicker eyebrows and fatass ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/Snooky%20Southpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/400/Snooky%20Southpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make yours here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sp-studio.de/"&gt;http://www.sp-studio.de/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; On The Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; My Sacrifice - Creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; Veronkia Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116221432879252183?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116221432879252183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116221432879252183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116221432879252183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116221432879252183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/southpark.html' title='Southpark'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116194541102818839</id><published>2006-10-27T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:38:14.466Z</updated><title type='text'>An American Haunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/400/poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this last night. I thought I was going with another two persons only, to find out that there are 9 more people coming, the price of 10 tickets said verbally was amazing. Most of these people who came are people I saw for the first time, but are good friends with the first two persons I mentioned - bare with me readers - and the others are people I didn't see in long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie sucked badly. Now I know many people force themselves to laugh during bad movies just to make up for the waste of time and then tell others after the movie that it was Comedy for them rather than Horror, Action or whatever, but the movie was really hilarious - I do mean the horror scenes here. There was something spectacular about the movie though, two things, the producing and the lovely girl. The best thing about the movie was the scenery and where it took place, the story on the other hand was rubbish. Actually the thoughts of the plot, not the main plot, would make a great movie, but in this movie, it was just not right. But a major thing I did not mention, which was why I bothered to watch the movie is that it is based on the true events of the only case in US History where a spirit caused the death of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal Rating:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0429573/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMDB Movie Info&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Motivated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Hit The Lights - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116194541102818839?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116194541102818839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116194541102818839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116194541102818839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116194541102818839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/american-haunting.html' title='An American Haunting'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116151075121612471</id><published>2006-10-22T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:31:57.273Z</updated><title type='text'>US ammo dump ablaze in Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A blaze that destroyed an ammunition dump at a &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; military base in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baghdad&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was caused by a mortar attack, a &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; spokesman has said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span id="HtmlArticle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Iraqi officials said that shells "cooking off" in the fire had crashed down in five districts in the south of the city.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The munitions store in Forward Operating Base Falcon was still burning on Wednesday, more than 13 hours after the strike set off the blaze that lit up the night sky and spread panic in the Iraqi capital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;State television showed live pictures of the fire and ordnance exploding skywards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;US Lieutenant-Colonel Jonathan Withington said: "It was a mortar round. An ammunition holding area caught on fire ... in our operating base in the Rasheed area of the city."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;He said the ammunition store contained tank and artillery rounds as well as small arms ammunition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Rare success&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;While there were no reports of US casualties, the explosions marked a rare success for mortar teams working for militia and fighter groups, which rarely cause much damage to well-protected &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; facilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Military and civilian personnel were evacuated from Forward Operating Base Falcon without injury.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;The Islamic Army in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, one of a number of armed groups operating in the country, said it carried out the attack.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;A statement posted on the group's website read: "The Islamic Army ... [launched] rockets and mortar bombs ... at a base for the occupying American forces."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u5:p&gt;&lt;/u5:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Iraqi officials called for calm on state television as loud explosions were heard across the city after the blaze started at about 10.40pm [1940 GMT] on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/121DC66C-0EC2-4FE2-ACFB-192F6FF6ACB9.htm" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/121DC66C-0EC2-4FE2-ACFB-192F6FF6ACB9.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;I did not search the web upside down, but I did a quick and brief search to locate the number of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; human loss and the measure of destruction they got, but no use. Typical Bush administration - hint: the numerous highly intelligent republicans seem to keep quiet on an arguement like this. I have come to the facts that Israelis manipulate by altering the number of their loss - just like what they used to say in Lebanon, and the US completely hide it, I cannot say in a smart way, but in the most stupid ever. Even people got tired of trying to look these things up, many actually do not care, but the ones who do are fed up. To the topic, isn't this victory or what? Deep inside the Americans, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the most regrettable mistake, but ofcourse they never admit - surprisingly they wanted and still try to repeat the same in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; spent the last 30 years in preparation and now has some kinds of barriers. The Iraqi individual build is very different from the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; soldier build - Americans in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are living in fear, and not like corrupted Oprah Winfery said that they are victorious and feel invisible. Anyhow, one ammo dump down, god knows what to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Undetermineded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Sad But True - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116151075121612471?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116151075121612471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116151075121612471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116151075121612471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116151075121612471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/us-ammo-dump-ablaze-in-iraq.html' title='US ammo dump ablaze in Iraq'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116133869130320836</id><published>2006-10-20T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:04:51.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;I have always been like this, but just realized it. Weird how moody and adjustable I am - literally adjustable. I'm not by the least saying that I'm easily changeable or quickly fascinated and impressed, but some few certain things do make a big impact on me, the funny thing is that I mostly do it with my own choice. The Chinese did not mistake when they gave me the horoscope of the Snake - I was born in the year of the Snake. Ever since I was born and I've been going through different personality, attitude and thinking phases, just like phases of Metamorphosis. Although I would change, many certain habits and thoughts will always remain. The very few things that could change me could be trivial like the weather of the place I'm currently in, or much more complicated than that like another person. The first assumptions, is that the change heads towards the better, but sadly it does not necessarily has to be like that, good an bad take equal chances here. Now, I think I have just finished the latest phase of Metamorphosis recently, I really can tell how much I changed from a dark phase I was in some while ago. It is not that everything has changed, but some certain yet major things did. I tried thinking how it happened, this time it was just due to thinking and over thinking constantly about something. I never thought thinking constantly about one small thing like something someone told you or a thought that popped in your head from nowhere could vary differently like this, but it is true. Thinking about the same thing a lot keeps you analyzing every dot of the equation - sometimes drifting one into things that has nothing to do with what you're thinking, but it opens your mind. All of this, and although I always happen to think about some things for a long time, I hate doing it, and actually regret it in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought how the process of missing someone works? Ofcourse it varies with each individual, so I will spit it out from a personal view. For me it is a knife in the chest - I literally never miss people, not even the most close to me, but if it rarely happened, it is unmanageable and flowing pain. I like to call my own process of missing someone the "Missing Wind" process. Since I keep thinking about the person literally all the time, I come to times when I despise some little things I used to think are cute - maybe because I stopped receiving them anymore - and sometimes that I smile for just remembering these little things the other person is habited to do. It is called wind, because some weird wind is always splashing my face - this wind can come at any time and during any mode. For example sometimes I think I got over it, and I actually do manage to get over it for 15 - 30 minutes, but then some wind comes and instinctively I would breath it ad all the memories and flash backs would appear - this is just joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; This entry is not a secret or an indirect message for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Wherever I May Roam - Metallica&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.englishsabla.com/forum/showthread.php?t=41812" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Muslim's Hypocrisy&lt;/a&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/14333968-116133869130320836?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116133869130320836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116133869130320836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116133869130320836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116133869130320836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116076702495361560</id><published>2006-10-13T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:02:52.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Desktop Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/Snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/400/Snap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first tag. &lt;a href="http://art4nabs.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has forward a tag he got to me to show my current desktop. Frankly, I have been using this pic as my background for more than a year and a half, never got bored nor sick of it. I really still like just as much as when I first used it more than a year ago, and dont think I'm changing it anytime soon. I tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simsim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeze&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Sad Life Philosophy - Darcane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; SAT Math Workbook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116076702495361560?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116076702495361560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116076702495361560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116076702495361560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116076702495361560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/desktop-tag.html' title='Desktop Tag'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116072799792243434</id><published>2006-10-13T08:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:35:04.876Z</updated><title type='text'>The Devil and Miss Prym</title><content type='html'>__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Devil and Miss Prym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/tdamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/tdamp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished this book, was an awesome fast read. I liked how it took place in present, and yet it perfectly sent an old vibe of the previous times. The reader would completely understand that it didn't take place in the past, but somehow the story did, you wouldn't understand unless you read the book. The book is defiantly not Coelho's best and not the same level as his other books, but still it was amazing. When it talked about the two main characters when each was alone or when they were together, it felt like the scenario of a movie, which is good since it is something new and different. The message of the book was great and well delivered, the story was the absolute best part, and the suspense of it was what made me finish the book in a very short while. I think my next book is either Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho, or Memoirs of a Geisha by &lt;span style=""&gt;Arthur Golden. I love Geishas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Very Very Worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Daredevil - Katrina Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325710/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Samurai Movie Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116072799792243434?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116072799792243434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116072799792243434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116072799792243434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116072799792243434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/devil-and-miss-prym.html' title='The Devil and Miss Prym'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-116004525864407389</id><published>2006-10-05T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:14:00.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Insident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days ago, last Tuesday night on my way to uni after the Taraweeh prayer, something happened that boiled my blood. I was driving normally. The last road leading to uni is a little long and very straight. So I always speed up there, so does everyone. Anyway, I was in the middle path, and alone in the middle of the road. Then, from the rear view, I saw a Nissan Patrol behind me on the left path. I swerved to the left path, and for some reason I irritated the son of a bitch Nissan driver. There were like 5 - 6 humanoids in that car. So the bastard drove up, side swerved me (Almost hit the side of my car), and then came right in front me and completely stopped the car, in the middle of the street. Thank god there was no one behind me. I thought, since I'm almost near uni, these guys might be my friends who're screwing around. But then all four doors opened and they come to me. They started screaming and shouting, dissing and flaming, but they didn't know who they are foul mouthing with, so verbally I shut them up pretty good. It is just sad to see how boredom and nothing better to do can cause these mental issues. It is obvious I was driving normally and they created this whole swerving thing. They said that I side swerved them, which is impossible since I went right, and they were at the left. When they realized they couldn’t possibly say anything less stupid than everything else they said, they acted like they are going to beat me up, an indirect way to scare me and win the situation. Then I said: "This is nothing but a waste of my precious time with some bastards, it breaks my heart but I have to leave, since none of you will actually do anything more but say stuff as stupid as him self. If any of you is a man I dare you to take any action with me now". A rare moment of silence occurred, then I got into my car and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Lonely Day - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; The Devil and Miss Prym by Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-116004525864407389?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/116004525864407389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=116004525864407389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116004525864407389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/116004525864407389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/nissan-insident.html' title='Nissan Insident'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115970650104952732</id><published>2006-10-01T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:19:13.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Iran Debation</title><content type='html'>"This house believes Iran should have the right to develop Nuclear Energy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I agree with the motion stated above. Actually, the right should not be given, but taken by anyone who wants it. Knowledge is simply everyone's right. Thinking about this issue again, the first thing popping is a one word question; Why. Why're the US, Israel and North Korea permitted to hold, not just nuclear energy, but massive destructive nuclear weapons, and not okay for Iran? Iran signed the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NPT" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, while other countries like India and Pakistan didn't. The sad thing is, Iran's nuclear purpose, unlike other countries’, is power and electricity generation. This is necessary for a booming population and rapidly industrialalising nation. Statistics proves accurately Iran's population has more than doubled in 20 years. The country regularly imports gasoline and electricity, yet a stronger issue is the burning of fossil fuel in large amounts that is currently harming Iran's environment dratistically. Of course everyone is grown and matured enough to know what's best for them. Kitchen and butter knives can be used as lethal weapons, would Sharon wake up from his brain death and snatch them out of Iran one by one? Or should Bush do it as a duty of caring for his Israeli child? Many disagree by the excuse that there are plenty of other energy resources like Petroleum and wind. But who the hell are they to decide? Everything is going smoothly and legally for the sake of technology, and Iran now is wealthy enough to start and finish successfully such project, no one knows what will happen in the future, even the oil finishes. According to the NPT and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IAEA" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IAEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the UN will be patrolling everywhere like trained police dogs all the time, like puppets in hands of you know who to make Muslims as weak as possible. All of this and yet every time they try to sniff something out or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohamed_ElBaradei" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohamed ElBaradei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; form the IAEA visits to spot something out, no one small evidence for weaponry or at least a tiny bad intention was found. Now, The US opinion should be discarded since they were the only ones who used nuclear power to attack another country mercilessly, and they should stop giving gifts to Israel if they don't want others to make their own gifts. Either everyone gets the right, or no one does. Hilarious to see how Israelis can even talk about being scared of being attacked, while they're keeping the war heads very obvious and are free to use them at anytime. For God's sake, can't anyone just stand up and turn this the other way round; Israel should be banned from its nuclear weaponry because they're the most probably to use it? Yet, one thing is for sure, Iran won't, even if they actually develop weapons, attack Israel, since they believe it is not Israel, but weeping Palestine, no way they can attack Palestine, their allies Lebanon, Syria, and actually the whole Middle East. Everyone knows how bad the range of radiation and destruction can reach. Another sub-reason for the US trying to stop this project by any means, is nuclear monopolization, US economics will die if Iran was to give other countries energy for exchange of sand and mud money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants any proof for anything I said, ask me for it. And I still didn't say I don't agree if Iran is secretly developing weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Lips of an Angel - Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; The Devil and Miss Prym by Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115970650104952732?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115970650104952732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115970650104952732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115970650104952732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115970650104952732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/iran-debation.html' title='Iran Debation'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115964357306971576</id><published>2006-09-30T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-01T07:28:57.800Z</updated><title type='text'>SAT Keeps Me Up At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have my SAT in about 14 days, and I'm not the least prepared. The problem is, this particular test is very important, it will really determine some future crap. Probably there will be another chance if I screw up in this one, but I don't want to leave everything to the last second. What if I didn't do well now, and did even worse in the other one, if there actually was another. Hmm there has got to be another one, please people. What I have to do now, is work my caramel tussie off getting this over with. No kidding I can do it, but at this point, I'm as lazy and careless as ever. So, now as we blog, I'll promise my self to actually study. I am not optimistic and have a feeling I'll sleep during the test due to feelings such as hopeless or useless, but. I really am not convincing myself or giving myself high hopes, but I really can do it. I'm a smartass I swear. Don't wish me luck, I don't need it. Pray for me, that's what I need. Anyways, I bought a new book,finally. &lt;a href="http://www.santjordi-asociados.com/prym.htm" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil and Miss Prym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulo_Coelho" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really keen and looking forward for reading it, seems very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Engel - Rammstien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; The Devil and Miss Prym by Paulo Coelho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115964357306971576?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115964357306971576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115964357306971576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115964357306971576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115964357306971576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/sat-keeps-me-up-at-night.html' title='SAT Keeps Me Up At Night'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115955160143400629</id><published>2006-09-29T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:24:52.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;I don't even know what Ramadan day it is. I can't remember how many days passed since Ramadan started. Simply because it does not really feel like Ramadan. For the past 3 - 4 Ramadans I said the same thing, but this time it's real. Ramadan is absolutely my favorite part of the year, especially when it comes in winter and the weathers cold. But this time...ugh. It's just like any other ordinary month except that I don't have lunch anymore. The spirit is gone. I'm saying this from a personal point of view, many are really into the month with all means, strange. Sometimes I even forget it's actually Ramadan now and that I'm fasting and all. I still never ate or drank something by mistake though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this month is all about the memories, childhood and all the other previous Ramadan Memories. When I was a kid, I used to go to this cannon place. I used to really enjoy it and wait desperately for the next time I go there. Another memory is this special Ramadan, can't remember which one, one 3 years ago, it was awesome. The weather was really cold, and me and the guys used to go some certain place daily. Now sadly, the place got not just closed, but demolished for some unknown Asian Games purpose. That's the reason why I hate the Asian Games, plus it's the reason for all the closed roads and 24/7 fucking traffic now. Anyways, I'm really trying to get the Ramadan spirit, but it's just different. Belated Ramadan Kareem my dear readers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Music:&lt;/span&gt; Speak - Godsmack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/TherMan.shtml" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Man in the Habit of Hitting Me on the Head with an Umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Fernando Sorrentino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115955160143400629?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115955160143400629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115955160143400629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115955160143400629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115955160143400629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramadan-memories.html' title='Ramadan Memories'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115948320559112785</id><published>2006-09-28T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:40:05.606Z</updated><title type='text'>I Beg of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;I'm calling you, from the bottom of my soul I'm calling you. To the very last drop of my soul, I'm calling you. I beg of you. I kneel to you. If you ask me to bow, crawl on my hands and knees, I'd do it for you. If you ask me to kiss your legs I'd do. I cry for you, I sigh for you. My sobbing my exhaling, is all for you. I lost everything and my life when I lost you. I'd die for you, I'd kill for you, I'd kill my self and everyone else just for you. If you ask me to swim the seas to reach you at the end, I'd go for you. If ask me to get f*cked in the *ss by a 12 foot nigger, I get f*cked for you. I moan for you. I do miss you, I cry at your illusion which was always there. I'd piss all my dignity for you. I don't want pride, I don't want honor, but I want you. I'd crawl for you, I'd cry for you. I beg of you. Touch me at least for once. Look me at least for once. Diss me, mock me, f*ck me, if you want to. I can't stand anymore second without you. I'm calling you, with my mentality and spirit, I'm calling you. I'd crawl for you, I'd beg of you endlessly. All for you. I miss you, please shine again at least for once. I cry for you. I act for you, I lie for you. If you ask me throw myself into suicide, I'd do for you. I'd scream for you. I lost everything because of you. I really lost people because of you. I remained lonely ever since I lost you. I don't need no body, I don't feel no body, I don't call no body but you. I'd suffer for you. I'd crawl for you. I ask you for you. If you want me to public anything for you I'd do. I beg for a smile from you. I beg for a laugh from you. I beg for a word from you. I beg for a giggle from you. I beg for a stare from your eyes. I beg you for you. I don't understand how could you do all of this. I don't care if you're the worst person ever, I miss you. I don't care if you hate me, I beg of you. I lose my dignity and pride to the last shred for you. I don't want to be respected if I can stay with you. How could you? How could you forget everything? How could you not suffer? How could you not feel me? You can't imagine how much I miss you. You can't imagine how much I suffer for you. You can't imagine how I feel without you. How could you? I kiss the thing which for me, still resembles you. I never stopped thinking of you. I never slept because of you. Whenever I blink I see you. I'd get beaten up to death, killed on TV for you. Just ask me to. Spit on me piss on me, anything you do. I act living to the max falsely to convince my self, but I never do. There are no other fish in the sea, just you the only mermaid. Nothing but you. Been months and I swear I never forgot you. When I'm thinking of other things, you were always there, too. I wish for you. I beg of you. What did I do? You never got to tell me what the hell I did? Why do you torture me? I'd cry in the malls or anywhere to got you. Let me reach you, I beg of you. I bleed for you. I'd cut my self to death for you. I'm calling you. Forgive me I beg of you. Forgive me please I dream of you.&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;My wish, &lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بحبّك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Callin' U - Outlandish&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/14333968-115948320559112785?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115948320559112785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115948320559112785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115948320559112785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115948320559112785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-beg-of-you.html' title='I Beg of You'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115904299071412226</id><published>2006-09-23T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:25:43.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Monster Truck Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/Monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/Monster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click on image to view larger size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Here Without You - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_program_of_Iran"&gt;Nuclear Program of Iran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115904299071412226?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115904299071412226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115904299071412226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115904299071412226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115904299071412226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/monster-truck-madness.html' title='Monster Truck Madness'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115878127925014501</id><published>2006-09-20T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:41:19.520Z</updated><title type='text'>I Officially Look Iraqi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never personally thought of myself like this, but everyone else's impression about me, is I'm Iraqi. Only because of looks, the impression is directly switched once strangers hear me talking Arabic. It doesn't bother me, but it is somehow weird. I've been thought to be Iraqi and told so for a long while now. I've been asked this particular question uncountable times: "Are you Iraqi?" or "You're Iraqi, right?". I seriously don't know if it implies right. I don't know if I do look so or not. All I know is that every, or most people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Unstable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Black Lagoon OST (Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Guerrilla Warfare by Che Guevara&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/14333968-115878127925014501?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115878127925014501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115878127925014501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115878127925014501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115878127925014501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-officially-look-iraqi.html' title='I Officially Look Iraqi'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115858781197741794</id><published>2006-09-18T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:37:38.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Nicotine Benefits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Researchers have long been aware that fewer smokers get Alzheimer's and Parkinson's diseases than non-smokers. Up to April l992, of the 17 studies on Alzheimer's and smoking which had been published in peer-reviewed journals, 13 reported a reduced risk for smokers and only four found no difference between smokers and non-smokers. Similar findings have been published on the effect of smoking and Parkinson's disease.&lt;br /&gt;In an article in The Times of London (9/7/93), Dr. James Le Fanu provided an examination of the research on smoking and its apparent protective effect for certain diseases. Dr. Le Fanu stated unequivocally: "Smokers have a 50 per cent reduced risk of developing Alzheimer's--and the more smoked the greater the protection." He also noted that emerging research points to a similar effect of smoking on Parkinson's disease.&lt;br /&gt;So striking was the apparent protective effect of smoking on Alzheimer's and Parkinson's that increasingly biomedical researchers are experimenting with nicotine to treat the symptoms of these dread disease in-patients who have been diagnosed as having them. Results from these experiments have all showed promise in alleviating the symptoms of these diseases with the administration of nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;The mechanism by which the nicotine in tobacco works to protect smokers is that it increases the number of so-called "nicotinic" receptors in the brain, which in turn influence the production and release of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. Those who come down with Alzheimer's show a marked loss of "nicotinic" receptors in their brains and thus have reduced levels of acetylcholine, which is necessary for memory and other brain functions.&lt;br /&gt;Research has shown that tobacco smoke (and the nicotine therein) inhibits the activity of monoamine oxidase B (MAOB). Experiments on mice which were genetically engineered to be without the gene for MAOB "were resistant to the neurodegenerative effects of MPTP, a toxin that induces a condition reminiscent of Parkinson's disease," (Dr. Jean C. Shih researcher at the University of Southern California, as reported in Reuters, 10/7/97, "Isoenzyme Inhibited by cigarette Smoke May Have Role in Aging and Neurodegeneration"). The findings of Dr. Shih and her colleagues point to a protective effect from smoking on the aging of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Other diseases for which smoking and nicotine appear to be protective are ulcerative colitis, Tourette's Syndrome, and possibly rheumatoid arthritis and colorectal cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Below are excerpts from some recent articles and studies on nicotine, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, cognitive abilities, Tourette's and ulcerative colitis".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forces.org/evidence/hamilton/other/nicotine.htm" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is not 5 minutes old, but it still delivers the message perfectly, despite being a little old. I've always knew there were some powerful advantages for smoking. For example Caffeine has both pros and cons, then it has got to be the same with Nicotine. Anyhow, wtf Alzheimer's? Awesomeness. Maybe in the not so far future doctors will recommend some patients two Marlboro packs a day. From another side and perspective I'm going to mention from personal actions, unlike many are ignoranced about, Smoking do has social benefits. Many of my uni friends are shocked by the number of people I became to know just a short while after the first uni day. People not just from my institutions, but from all the ones near by. All I did was just step outside the building to the usual smoking spot. And then any random guy or gal there would start a conversation by a completely random question. "How's life?" is the most popular, judging from my experience. "What do you have next?", "Which university?", "Loads of shit to do?". Just anything random. Another trick I learned from my friend Moe, after asking him for his secret with stranger hawties, is stepping towards the target, and asks for a lighter even if he's got one, then say "I had a rough day", mostly the respond would be: "Oh poor thing what happened?" Yet it still depends on the harmlessness and aggressiveness of the girl(s). Hehe "girl(s)".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/8913/marlboromentholms9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/8913/marlboromentholms9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So basically yeah, even if we Nicotine people are just convincing ourselves, it's working fine for us, or at least me. And now I have new obsession, the green Menthol Marlboro. So refreshing and minty, relaxing and tasty. Will not stick to it, but it still pwns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Lacrymosa - Evanesence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; Guerrilla Warfare by Che Guevara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115858781197741794?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115858781197741794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115858781197741794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115858781197741794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115858781197741794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/nicotine-benefits.html' title='Nicotine Benefits'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115848323635768355</id><published>2006-09-17T08:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:44:25.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Doha Debates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Wednesday the most recent &lt;a href="http://www.thedohadebates.com" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doha Debates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; activity took place in the &lt;a href="www.qf.org.qa" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qatar Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; main head quarters building. With &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Sebastian" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the chairman of the Doha Debates, the motion of the debation was "This House believes Hezbollah had no right to fight a war on Lebanon's behalf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/Speakers_Marc06Group.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/Speakers_Marc06Group.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time, fortunately didn’t leave the place with any regrets. It was an awesome experience. I didn't really get the best view of the panel, because I arrived late. So they just stuffed me and all the late people in some place after bringing extra chairs. I didn't expect it to be this professional for some reason, but they disappointed my earlier impression. Right after the first speaker started by about 30 seconds, Sebastian jumps and interrupts with twisting questions, trying to obvious the speaker's thought and conflicts, he kept doing so the whole time. The most interesting thing, for the audience not me, was the Lebanese man in for the motion panel. Many asked him very aggressive questions, trying to show him how much they disagreed, and that they're for Hizbollah's previous war actions. Still there were some people on his side. Then at some certain point, I wanted to ask something, and kept usinglessly raising my hand, Sebastian didn't even turned his vision to my side, because of the fucking place they made me sit in. Anyways, thankfully, some girl from &lt;a href="http://www3.georgetown.edu/sfs/qatar/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Town University&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked the panel my very same question. These Georgetown people amazed everyone. If you ask me, not surprising at all, they’re majoring in Political studies. That's why another girl's question really stunned the panel, and made the for the motion panel completely speechless. Seriously, they remained silent for 10 - 15 seconds, hehe it really was a rare moment of silence. After the debating was finished, the voting results were, if I recall right, something like this: 68% Against the Motion (For Hizbollah) 32% For the Motion (Against Hizbollah) Although I voted for the winning choice, but most of the ones who did, did it just because they think the question asked are you for the existence of Israel or not. Typical ignorance, I know. Even the guy kept saying that they're simply against Hizbollah stepping into war, not on Israel's side. Anyways, so I walked on to the panel when everyone else gathered there, talked aggressively to the opposing panel members, and took a picture with Tim Sebastian. I asked him for his personal opinion, and he answered he's never going to tell me such a thing, "Why should I do so?", he then joked in a totally un-funny way: "I'm neutral". The debation got aired on BBC yesterday morning, and will be uploaded to The Doha Debate's official site anytime now. You can also check their previous, not all but mostly awesome judging by topic, debates on their website. You can also ask for an invitation for any debation in the future, or even suggest a speaker. I wanted to suggest &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNiNS8TnJnI" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Galloway&lt;/strong&gt; (Click to watch this video if you still didn't)&lt;/a&gt;. But since I met the two producers at uni, when they came to check our debation society, I asked one of them about this, and she said she actually has Galloway's cell phone number, and contacted him trying to arrange for his coming in some future debate. The most bang speaker they brought before was &lt;strong&gt;Bill Clintion&lt;/strong&gt;, they really are something huh. Anyhoo, after all this of course, I returned to uni with all remaining shit work load I still had to do, but kept arguing and blabbering with the guys uselessly instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Oblivious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Wasteland - 10 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; Guerrilla Warfare by Che Guevara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedohadebates.com/output/page12.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115848323635768355?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115848323635768355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115848323635768355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115848323635768355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115848323635768355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/doha-debates.html' title='Doha Debates'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115721327053379318</id><published>2006-09-02T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:46:26.573Z</updated><title type='text'>The Other New Song Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A while ago, after hearing that my favorite band is going to release a new alum next summer 2007, I didn’t really get my hopes up. Mainly because the last St. Anger album wasn’t good enough to fill our banging heads with Thrash. St. Anger sucked for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. All the band members were out of idea (We care about James' ideas only though),&lt;br /&gt;2. There was no Bassist at that time, the band's director, Bob, was just filling space by doodling bass.&lt;br /&gt;3. The process was being recorded for the release of a Metallica documentary movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Anger did suck, but of course it's still a great Metallica piece. We say it sucks because it's seriously nothing at all compared to all the other legendary albums. Putting it next to Ride The Lightning, Master Of Puppets, The Black Album, and And Justice For All, will show you how a piece of crap it is. So yes, I didn’t get my hopes high, until... Metallica played a song of their new album to come when they performed at Berlin and played a song of the future album. It sounded just ok, pretty much and-justice-for-all-ish with st-anger-ish riffs, it was very good actually, but I was disappointed because at that time I was desperate for Master Of Puppets 2, but we all know that's not happening. And one day all of a sudden, a friend of mine was crying after watching Metallica performing "the other new song" from the coming album. Just after we thought Metallica lost all the old school touches and thrashy solos, we watched this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kl2Kae-lcUc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kl2Kae-lcUc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrash! Hopefully the new album will contain fucking, nasty, old and rusty solos. And oh, here’s something very interesting, my friend Sam sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/news/interviews/metallicas_hetfield_and_ulrich_discuss_master_of_puppets.html" target="blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about papa James and pesky Lars discussing the Master Of Puppets Album. They’re actually making the new album while listening to MOP and keeping it in mind! Trying to blend in the old Metallica. Finally a new old Metallica album is to be expected soon. Thank you (And fuck you) Sam for keeping me updated. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dread and a Fugetv Mind - Megadeth&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Regretful&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115721327053379318?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115721327053379318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115721327053379318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115721327053379318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115721327053379318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/other-new-song-video.html' title='The Other New Song Video'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115718678372557201</id><published>2006-09-02T08:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:18:28.703Z</updated><title type='text'>The Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;______________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/463px-The_Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/463px-The_Scream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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;(Click on image to view larger size)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;I didn't know about this painting before, and was truly amazed once I saw it in this&lt;b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;color&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060831/ts_nm/crime_art_scream_dc_3" target="blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;while reading the news online, it said hat it was stolen and recently recovered. I also got amazed of how very famous and pretty old this painting is, it's so famous that it appeared in The Simpsons.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/1600/200px-Simpsons_the_scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/335/1281/320/200px-Simpsons_the_scream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, the painting is called The Scream and was done by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.edvardmunch.info/edvard-munch/biography.asp" target="blank"&gt;Edvard Munch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But this baby wasnt very quiet and was actually screaming the whole time. Read all about its extreme action life and all the usless crap about the painiting it self &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I love this painting, everything about it is so perfect. The choice of colors and how they blend together is just annoying and relaxing at the same time. The best part is the screaming humanoid or whatever. Frankly the painting talked to me and made me think about some stuff which I don't know how to express verbally neither bloggerly. I think I'll stare at it a lot during these two days, then lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Colors - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Decpetion Point by Dan Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115718678372557201?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115718678372557201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115718678372557201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115718678372557201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115718678372557201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/scream.html' title='The Scream'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115718026082606326</id><published>2006-09-02T06:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:03:48.550Z</updated><title type='text'>anti-Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti-Social | Saturday, September 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;After some observation I got from an instructor at college, because she was trying to know which students were individualistic and who were collective, and after seeing my reaction when put to work in groups of three or four, she came and talked to me. First thing she said, it was difficult to find a student with such a western attitude here, in simpler words, and individualistic. I disagreed silently, as I know a few of the same case, anyways, she told me that I didn't let any of the group do anything at all, except bringing me stuff from the opposite side of the room, and coffee from the cafeteria downstairs. I didn't really notice I'm acting like this until she opened my eyes for it. I don't know how the hell I always succeeding in ordering others without even get any sort of defense or rejection. And strangely, I don't really like leadership, I don't know if I make a good leader or not, because I simply never raised a hand to be a leader. Another thing she said is that I don't even stop for a second t hear any thought or opinion, in fact I always get mad if anyone try to say a word and interrupt me while working, except for one case, when some certain girl talks to me, that's when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being anti-Social is a gift. Who wants to deal with lots and lots people? Who wants to know everything about everyone? I mean of course a few people in your life whom you know very well and more than yourself is enough, but that's it. I should tell anyone when I give him my cell phone's number to name me as "anti-social". Usually I don't answer my phone when it's ringing, in fact I get pissed sometimes when I see some certain numbers calling. Doesn't mean I hate these people, but I just don't like talking to other that much, except for joking and sarcasting, I can spend hours just fooling around with people and laughing. Anyways, in return an anti social will end up exactly how he wants. I don't call a 100 person a day and I don't get called by a 100 person a day. But the best part of all is that I don't even have to answer any sort of message, heck, I'm an anti social. My friends, I mean the very few who came to know me well, lost hope of me answering their messages, and often even their calls, while knowing I actually know they're calling now or reading their message. An anti-social is also the most independent and self reliable, gets to achieve his goals without having pesky obstacle people blocking the way, simply because the care for the people isn't there. Talking about pesky people, this attitude, actually, gets you to understand people even more, and then you can read people, literally. I said this before: "Some might disagree with me, but this bless or gift really do exist. Some people can read things, not talking about written words. Some people can just read other stuff, usually, still not always, these stuff are in motion. For example, personally, I think I can read other people or humans. I just need to look at them and then get to know a lot about them even if they were complete strangers. Many times I predict stuff about people just by looking, and when I ask how true my predictions are, I mostly get an approve and shocked face. It's mostly the eyes, hand movement and default facial expressions or wrinkles that are readable to me, and the stuff I tend to know are very random, I just get it like running thoughts and whisper. Some people can read other things, like just looking at something and get to know some of its parts or history, and these things don't have to be living creatures". Talking to people while keeping your "invisible" distance from them shows you how pathetic humans really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends... Who needs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Headacheful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Music:&lt;/span&gt; Stand My Ground - Within Temptaion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reading:&lt;/span&gt; Politics and the English Language by George Orwell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115718026082606326?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115718026082606326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115718026082606326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115718026082606326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115718026082606326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/anti-social.html' title='anti-Social'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115662039780743419</id><published>2006-08-26T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:28:51.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Have mercy on your self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;"Go easy on your self". How do you feel when someone tells you the previous quoted sentence? People say it in many different situations. The person can be either doing any sort of work, studying or even smoking. In the last case mentioned, the sentence might be rephrased to "Have mercy on your self". I don't know how the hell I stopped to think about this, but it just annoyed me for some reason. Maybe because people became habited to either say it for no reason or say it just for the sake of saying it. It can even become more of a bugger and a mood spoiling when you're actually doing something you like and are enjoying doing, like if you're laughing your ass off with some friends, or playing a video game and are totally tuned... all until your hear some geek tell you the damn saying, everything then pauses and, as in my case, you just might give the "Offender" (I do see it as an offense) some fucking nasty look or something. I know that now you might be thinking these people might have some good intentions or that at least they might be kidding, but unlike before and after I stopped to somehow think about it, I now can't stand hearing it dedicated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Of Wolf and Man - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Deception Point by Dan Brown&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/14333968-115662039780743419?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115662039780743419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115662039780743419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115662039780743419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115662039780743419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-mercy-on-your-self.html' title='Have mercy on your self'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115627238639365723</id><published>2006-08-22T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:58:51.903Z</updated><title type='text'>The Vibrating Middle East</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and quarter of the Lebanese population lost the war. Hizbollah and the rest of the Lebanese people won. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the country itself lost the war too, will take 20-30 years minimum to rebuild.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Two questions, three words each: What the fuck? Despised Civil War? It's obvious that shias are trying to get there hands on everything with only the word "Rule" on their minds. Some think they're trying to take revenge or payback out of the very small percentage of Sunnis who served for Saddam before and killed Shias, but the fact is that Saddam killed everyone including his own family. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; planted seeds of hatred and conflicts and poured gasoline on the fire between Shias and Sunnis. Can't they see it's all planned? Doesn't it boil blood looking at the "never-going-to-happen" new ME map and see &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; divided into Sunnis and Shias? Now I know &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is complex and has many varieties of people, but is that an excuse? And the worst part is that the American Manipulation which has been working since ages is very obvious to everyone, yet the Iraqis choose to be blind on purpose, and all the other Arabs choose to remain silent and watch them kill and stab each other on TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Palestine&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Why is Gazza getting it all? &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; can't touch Hizbollah so they take their anger on Gazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt; is unstable like a vibrator, always been.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; I Want It - Guano Apes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Deception Point by Dan Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333968-115627238639365723?l=the-longroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115627238639365723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333968&amp;postID=115627238639365723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115627238639365723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333968/posts/default/115627238639365723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-longroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/vibrating-middle-east.html' title='The Vibrating Middle East'/><author><name>Snooky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222638261786962375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333968.post-115600673232929046</id><published>2006-08-19T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:32:24.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" dir="ltr"&gt;Finally, now I have the intention of giving a life pulse into this blog, I had an account long ago but never really wanted to do anything with it. This new layout and working on it whirled my eyes. It's not completely all my own work, but I did 85-90% of what you're seeing now. And of course, it's gotta be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my driving license a week ago after a long wait that lasted for 17 years. And to all the noobs out there, I'm proud to tell you that I actually discovered Driving's dirty secret. The key is watching out for all the fuckheads who drive either carelessly or stupidly. That's all about it. For example you might want to turn right and then some jerk races from the behind and try to take the turn before you. Or the people who pop out for completely nowhere and drive in front of at 5 Km/h for no reason at all except for the sake of doing it. Driving in this country is just fucked up, ever since the announcement of the Asian Games to take place here, all the roads got closed and claimed that it's going to be improved. Seriously, having the Asian Games made negatives more than positives. But still, one of advantages which I always try to remember when stuck in car traffic because all the other roads are wrecked or closed is all the Asian chicks who're going to come later on. Anyhoo, I'm currently driving a Nissan Maxima and this baby is dangerous, it's like it whispers me to feed OUR need for speed. I also drive a Jeep Cherokee when it's available and it's also awesome. And now I spread this message: I'm looking for a used Honda Accord 2004, anyone who has any idea, contact Big Bad Snook. I just love the shape of the old Accord's rear. I'm definitely getting any Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a big fucking day. I went with some friends to this popular cafe here, it's Arabic styled and serves Hookah too. It was so hot there that we nearly melted, and what made it worse was all the smoke coming from all directions. The girls who I was with started using the menus as fans. Strangely I even felt of being a little kind and helpful and used my menu to cool off one of the girls, while looking at the guys swimming in sweat. Since we all came by two cars, when we left I took half of the group in mine, dropped one of them at her cousin's house or whatever, then just cruised around with the others and doing absolutely nothing useful but picking on each other, and I got my hair rubbed constantly for about 3 mins by a hand coming from the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have brainstorms and always am getting what I like to call "Bullet Thoughts", many things are running in my head like rain, but yet, nothing to blog about. All the above in this entry is just crap. Maybe this is the problem, my brain is over-working that I can't get to concentrate and hold on to one thought then improve it in any way, always over-working. I'm trying to come up with something creative with all this thoughts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next Blog Post will be about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s Civil War, something that's been on my mind a lot lately, and some other Snook personal opinions of the world's current political status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has absolutely no specific goals or aims at all, but to keep a record of some of my memories, opinions and anything related to Snook the Urban Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shout at my Shout Box, and stick around for more blog crap soon! 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