<?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-4813350454100683027</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:55:20.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Ramblings of a Middle-Eastern~</title><subtitle type='html'>Life...questioned</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813350454100683027.post-7694772106288450749</id><published>2009-03-05T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:35:46.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: Just Google it.</title><content type='html'>Lets say you're 3/4 in to your university degree, and while trying to finish off a lab, you realize you completely forgot how to find the y-intercept from a straight line graph (basically high school no scratch that. More like junior high or even earlier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are running out of time, so what would you do?! Low and behold, that rusty light bulb above your head, lights up and Google comes to save the day! There is actually a straight line graph calculater out there to help folks like me. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs back to finish that damned piece of %@#!^.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-7694772106288450749?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/7694772106288450749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=7694772106288450749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7694772106288450749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7694772106288450749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/03/rants-just-google-it.html' title='Rants: Just Google it.'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-585414460889836143</id><published>2009-02-24T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:58:51.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: On acquiring wisdom</title><content type='html'>A Chinese story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of countrymen went to ask the Wise man, on how he gained his wisdom. His answer was simple; from Fools and Mad men. Surprised and puzzled, the countrymen asked, how so? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I learn from their mistakes, and try not to repeat them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibran quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have learned silence from the talkative,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; tolerance from the intolerant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; kindness from the unkind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and yet I'm not grateful to these teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why go through the trouble of making a mistake when you can learn from others?&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/4813350454100683027-585414460889836143?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/585414460889836143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=585414460889836143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/585414460889836143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/585414460889836143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/rants-on-acquiring-wisdom_24.html' title='Rants: On acquiring wisdom'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-3305604389081516769</id><published>2009-02-18T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:59:39.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: Stupidity</title><content type='html'>These type of people never cease to make me feel smart. I owe them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: yeah, albino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umm yeah, since when is being "albino" a race, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-3305604389081516769?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/3305604389081516769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=3305604389081516769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3305604389081516769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3305604389081516769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/rants-stupidity.html' title='Rants: Stupidity'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-2485572854561274890</id><published>2009-02-18T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:13:18.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: Names worth knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Dennis Kucinich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dy-60zSKiGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dy-60zSKiGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 Turkish PM - Erdogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrbQsHkVQ_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrbQsHkVQ_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 Tony Benn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E21MdXe3BOQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E21MdXe3BOQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 George Galloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFzPm2GWtLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFzPm2GWtLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Venzwelean President -Chavez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l61tVPqf3hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l61tVPqf3hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that and a Saudi clerk issued a "fatwa" saying that demonstrations are "haram" because they lead us astray, but I guess keep listening to mindless arab politicians and not do anything about it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-2485572854561274890?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/2485572854561274890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=2485572854561274890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2485572854561274890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2485572854561274890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/rants-names-worth-knowing.html' title='Rants: Names worth knowing'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-8891099796098216875</id><published>2009-02-14T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:52:23.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the elevator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: So where are you from&lt;br /&gt;Me: The middle-east.&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Yeah, I know.. but from where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *just got burned* Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Is that near Gaza?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well.. technically. Its a city in Palestine, but I'm from the northern territories.&lt;br /&gt;Work: Its a harsh world back there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, it definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;If Newfie workers (no offence intended) know about the crisis in Gaza, then there is still "hope" in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(In the dining hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So you are going to breezeway ( a university bar) tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.. its not my thing&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *puzzled* what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles* Its not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *looking at a girl wearing a scarf at the table* So you are from the same religion as her?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. *dreading the coming question*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So how come you don't wear a scarf?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *as always not sure how to respond* I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *ignoring what I just said* What will your parents do if they knew you were walking around without that on your head?&lt;br /&gt;Me: They are the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;Me: They don't want me to wear it. They think I'm "too young" for it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *O_O* Are you serious? You WANT to wear it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;There are more than one colour shining through a prism. Different shades, different extremes, and people should know that. Also, I still think that excuse isn't strong enough to stop me from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation #3  (repeated e.v.e.r.y.t.i.m.e. I go there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(In the dining hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40ish year-old server at one of the stations: You have a gorgerous smile, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Same server: Its like a Monalisa smile. You know her?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ofcourse I do!&lt;br /&gt;Same Server: Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;Same Server: Wow, you are the first person I know from there. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Server: Can I take a picture with you? I want to show my friends. I told them about you and your monalisa smile.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ha ha ha. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;Even though he looks/sounds geniune, I think some lines are ought to not be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(on msn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got a red heart-shaped lollipop and chocolate today!&lt;br /&gt;Brother: From who?&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Give me the name, and I'll pay a hitman to finish him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;Family love is so tight and deep. Its unconditional. Real. (Can't wait to get some soon in April).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-8891099796098216875?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/8891099796098216875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=8891099796098216875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/8891099796098216875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/8891099796098216875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/rants-conversations.html' title='Rants: Conversations'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-4623725128050430801</id><published>2009-02-12T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:36:45.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on -politics- #1</title><content type='html'>Obama's election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even start, I'm going to have to declare my political atheism (I know this term isn't correct since "theism" relates to "belief in a god", but I'm still going to use it to send my message across). You see, political parties, organizations, etc. are created by people so this simultaneously means that something ought to be imperfect somehow. So really I can't put my faith in something that is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I tend to believe that "good" politicians don't make it to presidency, let alone American presidency, as it is without question the most powerful of all. When it comes to Obama getting elected, I wasn't surprised at all. The media coverage was huge; celebrities were voicing their thoughts, and everyone was chanting "hope and change" over and over again. Somehow, among all that hype it didn't feel right to me. I think having lived in the middle-east all my life, politicians almost always equal fake promises, so really, when I tried to listen to Obama's speeches, I didn't expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the other reasons to why he got elected is because of his race. Believe me. Yes, he is an African American, and yes it is "the first" in history to have an African American with "Hussien" as a middle name president, and that's exactly the reason why he got it. See, people are selfish, by nature. They want to be the first to witness this and also the first to tell the story. "Live while history is being made".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to admit, Obama seems like a smart man; someone who knows how to manipulate people's thoughts. I mean, really. After almost a misrable decade under the Bush Administration, Americans (and the world) want something new, and he took the chance and emphasized on that. "Change". "Hope". So I give him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's stance on the middle-east situation, didn't impress me, nor did it surprise me. He is warning Pakistan and Iran and blindly supports Israel (AIPAC, anyone?). I listened to one of his speeches, and I couldn't stand him. He was talking about his trip to Israel and how he visited some houses that were affected by Katuscha rockets. Really? I mean, really? What about the houses on the other side of the wall? Opps, sorry you can't see them, because they are destroyed to the ground. Bulldozed, or hit. Either way, people no longer have homes. And for the love of God, why can't you leave Iran and let it be? Yes, they do have a nuclear program, but so does the rest of the world! Now I haven't read much about Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, to actually make up my mind on it (maybe I should then dedicate a post for it)  but I still think that its only fair for Iran to have a nuclear program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend told me once about a quote that I actually like: "The good thing about pessimism is that, either you'll be proved right or you'll be pleasantly surprised". Nice, eh? True too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-4623725128050430801?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/4623725128050430801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=4623725128050430801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/4623725128050430801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/4623725128050430801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-thoughts-on-religion-1.html' title='My thoughts on -politics- #1'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-5713022325735649849</id><published>2009-02-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:04:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: On getting old and marriage.</title><content type='html'>Exactly one year from now, I'll be finishing my last couple of months of University. I'll be done. How do I feel? Scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shit-less&lt;/span&gt;! Also I can't decide what to do with my life after that, should I continue on to Masters, or should I work? Either way, I'm staying here. At least, till my brother is done, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; give me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; 5 years? Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be enough I'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been playing this game with my mom whenever we talk, where I'd say: "oh guess who got engaged?" Yeah! I have 4 friends who are engaged now, and two are getting married pretty soon! and adding to that list one of my friends also got married like right after high school? she has kid now! The bad thing, is that they're all looking up at me now, especially that I'm graduating soon, which coming from a middle-eastern background means that I'm officially eligible for marriage. Marriage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a big word. Rhymes with Responsibility, hard work, maturity, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; not forgetting love. Thankfully, I have parents who are open-minded enough to give me space to finish what I plan on doing before getting "committed". Don't get me wrong, I don't find getting married a bad idea obviously, but there is more in to it than love and sex. Also, another good thing about my parents is that they completely understand my view on marriage when it comes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt; society; that is I'm definitely not going to get married to a) one of my cousins b) strangers who knock on doors to check if there are girls for marriage. When it comes to getting committed, I'd rather know the person before hand, be friends at first, then if there is "something" there we can take it up a notch till we get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;engagement&lt;/span&gt;/marriage level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haram&lt;/span&gt;", and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be talking to guys in the first place and blah blah blah.. See my definition of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haram&lt;/span&gt; is physical contact, making out, smooching, sex; you get the idea. My philosophy is, if the guy could be a potential, then I'll build a bridge, but running after guys and trying to befriend them? No, thank you. We all know where the other part of their brain is, and I don't want to tire myself or get in to trouble for a worthless reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole talk about jobs, marriage and growing up is scaring me. I admit. I know its really not as easy as it looks like. (like duh!) I just hope I'll reach a point in my life, where I'll look back and smile. Be satisfied. Happy. Proud of myself. One can only hope and pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-5713022325735649849?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/5713022325735649849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=5713022325735649849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/5713022325735649849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/5713022325735649849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/02/rants-on-getting-old-and-marriage.html' title='Rants: On getting old and marriage.'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-6925638002252438959</id><published>2009-01-31T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:01:44.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on -love- #1</title><content type='html'>*putting on the headphones and clicking on the play button of the latest Shinedown album*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. So now that we are set and ready to go, I just wanted to start off by saying: love wasn't the topic that I really really wanted to begin with, more like politics *evil grin* but I'm unfortunately not in that "mood" now, so I might as well write about something that I can relate to at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.. well, I'm not going to waste my time and talk about how "intoxicating" it is, you really could tune yourself to any love song and they'd give you a thorough description. I'm, however, here to talk about MY experience, and what do "I" think of it, so shall we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so? Well, when you're "in love" with a certain human being (at least we hope) you start questioning your opinions and beliefs about everything and anything. Questioning by itself means doubt, so if you are doubting what you believe in, just because that person's one is different, you really have a weak persona. You're just looking for pleasing him/her, by "fitting in"...maybe then they can then change their minds/spot you in the crowd. Now this can be dangerous only when those beliefs and opinions on life are quite important, lets say, religion? Yeah, the big R word. Let me tell you this, most of the time its the girls who fall in this trap. I've seen/heard a lot about women who convert to Islam because of their husbands/boyfriends. Now I'm not saying that that is necessarily bad, but I feel bad when I don't see the opposite; ie men converting to their wives/girlfriends religion/belief. Why is that? Well, I thankfully didn't miss any psychology classes, and I still remember when we were being taught on how women are emotionally driven, while men are mentally driven, and really that's a perfect example here. When the emotion of love is highly concentrated (and its usually in the women) you start to doubt you, and that's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delusional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, when you are stuck in the cobweb of love, and ESPECIALLY when you're not sure if that "loved one" is stuck in it too, you'd actually read in to every single sign, and observe. Is he/she talking about me? Is he/she doing that because of me? and you'd convince yourself in to believing that he/she could be on to something and that's when the big H word comes up. Hope. You start hoping that it would a bigger sign next time, maybe a little clearer, more obvious. To the point where you'll just "hope" that they'll say the 3 words-sentence, marry you and have beautiful kids. That bubble will keep on getting bigger, and that tree will grow taller, by time and some more hope/false signs. Till one day, it bursts, and everything comes down, and you just come back to reality. So basically you've been deluded in to believing in something that really didn't exist in the first place, and all that because of what? Hope? The miserable "what-ifs"? Not Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been swept up your feet by him/her to a point a little part of your judgmental thinking would start wearing blindfolds. You wouldn't think straight; I mean seriously if you're 1) doubting your beliefs and 2)being deluded then there is no "hope" in getting that part of your brain to start working again. Stupidity follows. HA, especially around them. (more on that in #4) Another "blinding" aspect would be the fact that you're so hopelessly in love with him/her you can't even Think of anyone else. Now this can be good, when "love" is a shared feeling, not singular. If it was you and only you who is in love, then my friend, you are doomed. Because there is nothing else to do really. You're basically in love with the wrong person and there is no way about it. No other potentials to think of. Nada. You know whats even worse? Starting to compare your "loved one" with a potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embarrassing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. As soon as you spot them, that heart of yours starts pumping like there is no tomorrow. The beats speed up, you start feeling the "heat", breathing hard, could be blushing and your eyes directly move their focus to the very opposite direction from where they're standing. Thats ONLY if you saw them, then can you even imagine what would you do if you actually talked to them? I can only imagine what I'd do, and oh dear it would be helluva embarrassing. Its more of a "I'm-going-to-make-a-fool-out-of-myself-today" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, one day you'd be "in it" so bad, people would actually see it, while another you'd be pissed off or even sad. Hell, you'd start worrying about his/her problems and feel bad for them and it hurts your heart seeing them hurt the way they do. So all these emotions put in to this "thing" to the point you'd wonder if its really worth all this or not. It confuses you, and that frustrates you, because you hate being indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Love can be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I actually want to head to bed, but I feel bad for not having one good thing about "love". So here it is folks. When you love him/her, you discover some parts of yourself while discovering theirs. You mold. You change. and this time not because of them, but because it makes sense. Because you like it. You like the new you. For that you're thankful. For that, you want to know more about them, maybe you could know more about yourself. Discover a new part that you thought never existed. It IS a good feeling really. Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the whole album yaay! Its good. I like "sound of madness" "second chance" but my favourites are "call me" and "if you only knew".  I liked some verses from different songs which I can relate to, and they are *drum rolls please* :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just saw Hayley's Comet she waved&lt;br /&gt;Said "why you always running in place?"&lt;br /&gt;Even the man in the Moon disappears&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the Stratosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes goodbye&lt;br /&gt;is a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the whole of "if you only knew" but what struck me the most is:&lt;br /&gt;-If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How many times I counted&lt;br /&gt;All the words that went wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How I refuse to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret any days I&lt;br /&gt;Spent, nights we shared,&lt;br /&gt;Or letters that I sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the whole of "call me" struck home, but here is a few favourites:&lt;br /&gt;-I've said it so many times&lt;br /&gt;I would change my ways&lt;br /&gt;No, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;God knows I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Call me a sinner, call me a saint&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always keep you inside, you healed my&lt;br /&gt;Heart and my life... And you know I try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-6925638002252438959?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/6925638002252438959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=6925638002252438959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6925638002252438959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6925638002252438959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts-on-love-1.html' title='My thoughts on -love- #1'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-7392239353238591528</id><published>2009-01-12T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:04:12.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>One crazy Monday is over and a zillion to go! Yes, I'm back to school and today was my third day! My schedule isn't that bad except for Mondays, where I have all my five courses and a 4 hour lab with only one hour break and its not  lunch time! Anyways, my courses' instructors are somewhat interesting this time round. One has an ear piercing and is on the funny-weird side! I like him already. Another one has quite a resemblance of Elton John I tell ya! Not only that but he makes quite weird examples when explaining something; want an example? OK. So he goes on rambling about the GI tract to the point where I'm just about to abort to lalaland, then he asks if anyone has a donut?! He then further explains how the food doesnt really "get into" the human body till it gets absorbed from the tract. More like two openings and a tunnel, just like the donut, and he started motioning his hands in way we could understand the concept! My reaction? Well, I don't know if my mind is the only corrupted and too filthy to even attempt cleaning one, but that just sounded like something else!! no? Ok, fine. I'm a dirty-minded person, sue me. Another prof is very excited about her course, for some weird reason. Oh and the 4 hour lab? Its worth 45 % of the whole course, and guess what? On each lab 7 out of 10 marks are based on accuracy. Shoot me now. In another course, which we had two classes already, we're on slide number 76! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo thats a summary of what's been happening in the past 3 school days. Oh, did I mention that I'm volunteering at the hospital? Yeah, Chemo unit. I know, I know, its just a depressing place to be in. Well the hospital is overall a depressing place, but that unit is overly-concentrated. At least now, I know I don't want to be an MD. I get too personal and attached to people, to the point where I consider their problems are mine too. So now I narrowed my choices to either being stuck in labs with company of test-tubes, samples and expensive equipment, or working along corpses. I've seen one in the summer, and I didnt vomit/faint/feel weak so thats a plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the upcoming posts I'm going to give you a piece of my mind on the very three taboos. Politics, Religion and Love. So better buckle up, 'cause you're in it for a good ride ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall bid you farewell, my invisible friends (I know you're there ;)) and I hope I would be able to post more often! At least now I know what to talk about, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-7392239353238591528?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/7392239353238591528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=7392239353238591528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7392239353238591528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7392239353238591528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-6405979541497148895</id><published>2008-11-24T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:16:36.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I found!</title><content type='html'>Nice sites. what else? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No1: &lt;a href="http://kvetch.com/"&gt;Kvetch! Let it out, baby.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing, you know why? because its a window to the inside of people's minds. They're simply written thoughts, which are mostly complaints! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No2: &lt;a href="http://www.monkeysee.com/"&gt;Monkey see, monkey do!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite category? Foods and Drinks, of course!! The food is soo yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No3: &lt;a href="http://fliptitle.com/"&gt;Flip title.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No4: &lt;a href="http://www.lostintechnology.com/internet-tools/top-10-ways-to-discover-new-music"&gt;Top 10 ways to discover new music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I love music, this site would be of great help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-6405979541497148895?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/6405979541497148895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=6405979541497148895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6405979541497148895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6405979541497148895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what I found!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-3361176674589025329</id><published>2008-11-13T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:33:10.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on those headphones!</title><content type='html'>I love music. It runs through my veins much like heroin. Yeah, its that intoxicating! I remember when I was a young kid, I'd wake up on weekend mornings, with Bob Marley/Temptations/Police/Madonna/Micheal Jackson/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Enya&lt;/span&gt;/etc. singing in the background! Yeah my dad is hooked on it too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. That's probably one of the things that I've inherited from him, besides the love of the sea  of course! Put music and the sea together and BANG! you've just created Heaven on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's being said, it has been an awkward week. A lot of weird events are happening all at once! I have never been so indecisive in my whole life as much as I am right now. Confusion is blurring my vision and I can not see ahead. There is no one to get advice from, because apparently TV series are more important to talk about and maybe argue on our way, get pissed on differing opinions and then no more talking. Its like I'm having a "relationship" instead of "friendship". Anyway. Back to confusion. WHATS UP WITH PEOPLE THESE DAYS? *calms down* okay, seriously now. You try to "build bridges"  with people, being friendly and all, then pause for a bit so they'd trade places with you (in other words you take a break and let them take the lead) but they won't budge. Then out of a sudden they vaguely suggest that someone should stop disappearing. Now, I don't really know if they were pointing fingers at me, but if they were then I'm confused. If they weren't then this whole post is meaningless and I'm just over-analysing as usual. But see, my problem is that I have a built-in radar that "observes" what goes around me, and if I give you a piece of my mind, you'd probably advice me to submit a resume to the CIA/FBI/Internal Intelligence. So my "observations" tell me there is something fishy going on, and I would love to ask but I really don't want to make a fool out of myself. I, like most of the people on this globe, fear rejection. So whats my next step? I DON'T KNOW!  Maybe, I'm just going to wait till God sends me one big sign that would switch on that rusty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' light bulb over my head to clear off the confusion a bit. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Its safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll put on those headphones, and indulge myself with some good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listening to: If I could fly - A&amp;amp;B/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oceanlab&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one has been on repeat all day long. Looks like I have a new victim! *Evil Grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-3361176674589025329?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/3361176674589025329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=3361176674589025329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3361176674589025329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3361176674589025329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-on-those-headphones.html' title='Bring on those headphones!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-7492087715277245356</id><published>2008-11-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:34:52.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Remember that song? Staind? Its a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while, since I've wrote/posted anything here. I'm not going to excuse myself for not writing, but life has been somewhat interesting these months past and I've been too engaged in it I guess. A lot of stuff happened, some crazy and some expected. Sometimes I wonder what God has planned for me, because I've been getting a lot of weird pointers and mixed signals, and frankly speaking its getting me somewhat confused. I don't know what to think anymore, and its driving me crazy. You probably don't know what I'm talking about but I'd prefer to keep it this way for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been plain crazy. Exactly one more month and soon all this will be over! I'm actually (very) excited about the upcoming Christmas season this year! I'll be (hopefully) volunteering full-time at the General Hospital and also start apartment hunting (yaaay!). Yes, my brother is finally joining me in this part of the world, and I'm above the moon with excitement! One more year and my parents would come here to see me graduate. It'll be the first time for my mom to see where I've been living for the past years. I can't wait to take them to all the places that I've discovered since I've been here. The future is far more interesting and exciting than the present lol. Hopefully it'll remain this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to talk about and let out of my chest, but I don't know where to start. Also, the fact that noone checks this thing anyway, kinda pushes me in to writing. Maybe I'll revive this space and bring it from its vegetative state. Just Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Do you feel me?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DJ Tiësto Feat Julie Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't stop falling when my heart starts calling, do you feel me? Warming you like rays of golden light.. dadadan dadadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Awesome song. I'm still trying to kill it and move on to my next prey...err song.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4813350454100683027-7492087715277245356?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/7492087715277245356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=7492087715277245356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7492087715277245356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7492087715277245356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-7266488965844280212</id><published>2008-03-21T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:58:09.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility Vs. Arrogance</title><content type='html'>One of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;longgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; list of what I hate the most when meeting people is Arrogance, and sadly its found in high concentrations in the Middle East and the Arab world. Not going to lie about it. It really pushes all my buttons when someone shows off something materialistic that they proudly possess, or even just being cocky over some new job they landed on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I share my happiness with happy people and likewise in sadness, but when someone is babbling out something, you'd know they're being haughty about it just from the tone of it. The tone itself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;differentiates&lt;/span&gt; one's conversation from an arrogant cocky one, to a normal healthy catching up on news one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabs -in general- have a sense of pride which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; at all, but everything has a limit and lines to draw, and I keep asking myself why do people have to show off? whats the point of it? To be honest, I'm not the kind of person who would be enticed by money... its not a priority in my life, but just a token used to get what I want. To me richness is from within, its not a title, neither a possession or even a property. Money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; define who we are. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make us more human, so why brag about it? I feel bad for those who have been cursed with a lot of money in their hands, because just a few who can actually handle the responsibility, while others would go totally insane by the sight of it, to the point that they'd forget who they were before being introduced to the concept of having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend shared with me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, where Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt; gives his "last lecture", and to tell you the truth it was inspirational, and sad at the same time, because the guy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pancreatic&lt;/span&gt; cancer. Now the reason to why I brought this up, is because his dad who have been in WWW2 (i think?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; mention once to his wife or anyone for a 50 year period (till he died) that he won the bronze star medal! I mean, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not humility, what is? I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blindly&lt;/span&gt; assure you that if it was a "general" Arab family, the medal would be hung over the wall which overlooks the whole house, so that everybody can see and be reminded by it. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humility is essential in our lives, and we should always practice it. Anywhere. Anytime. With whoever. THIS is what defines us, and brings us closer to one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll end this post with a quote that I like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/benjamin_franklin/"&gt;Benjamin Franklin quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you have a nice day/evening wherever you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&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/4813350454100683027-7266488965844280212?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/7266488965844280212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=7266488965844280212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7266488965844280212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/7266488965844280212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2008/03/humility-vs-arrogance.html' title='Humility Vs. Arrogance'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-2772215780471502459</id><published>2008-01-31T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:47:35.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mind playing games on you?! BEWARE!</title><content type='html'>I heard this story the other day, and I was honestly shocked! So here it goes: A guy was locked in a fridge when he was putting some meat in. Two days later, they found him frozen to death. Now the "interesting" part of the story -might I say- is that, the fridge was not even switched on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that idea settle in that head of yours...and imagine how powerful your mind can be. So dont undermine that wobblely stuff embedded in your skull, it can actually kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I thought I'd share with ya'll! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-2772215780471502459?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/2772215780471502459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=2772215780471502459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2772215780471502459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2772215780471502459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-mind-playing-games-on-you-beware.html' title='Your mind playing games on you?! BEWARE!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-8399378801369091405</id><published>2007-11-16T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:48:30.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for some ranting?!</title><content type='html'>It is the weekend.. finally! I thought this week would never actually end! I mean, having three midterms on Tuesday, organic chemistry, physics and psychology -not a good combo might I say. I also had a midterm today, and an assignment due, so this week pretty much sucked ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just a perfect timing for a good, i mean good, chick flick movie...and for that matter I chose to watch "The Lake House". One darn-good choice. Beautiful. Words fail me trying to explain how much I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However though, I always feel weird after watching such movies, 'cause it keeps me thinking about reality, and the real game. You'd enjoy watching the movie, but you'd still ask your-self, does that really happen in real life? Is there any successful true-love stories out there, somewhere? Or are we encaged in a cruel cold world, that doesnt spare you the time to love and be loved? I mean, living as a uni student, I dont even have the time to eat, or sleep.. how about socializing with people and meeting new friends? Will that change when I graduate? I don't think so. Its going to be the same ol' story, but in a modified form or style. I'd be just too worked up in my job to the point that I wouldn't have time to eat or sleep... or catch up with old friends for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. do we keep on waiting? Do we act in to the present? Or do we try to kid our-selves, by holding in to some hope that the day will come.. soon? Why do we try to be optimistic when it comes to love and relationships if some people don't even come close to having something? Is it because we are influenced by our friends who would probably be having a good relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about culture? tradition? religion? What is their say on this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many questions to be answered, and I'll still be pondering...&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/4813350454100683027-8399378801369091405?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/8399378801369091405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=8399378801369091405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/8399378801369091405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/8399378801369091405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2007/11/oldie-i-forgot-to-post.html' title='In the mood for some ranting?!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-2090826618046506468</id><published>2007-09-14T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:19:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you feeling the "holy spirit of Ramadan"?! Well I'm not!</title><content type='html'>The Holy month of Ramadan has arrived, and it came pretty early this year. I must tell you though, that it has been the worst days that I have ever spent fasting through out my life. The weird thing is that it wasn't that hard last year, considering that I was a first year student who is living abroad, but this year its very different. How? Well my friends usually ask me if I want to go swimming... boot camp... lunch maybe? and I'd answer them accordingly, but having to fast I'd have to quit these stuff for a month, so that my fasting would be easier and more "spiritual". Now that's when the crappy part comes along, instead of being considerate to my own circumstances and maybe ask to why I'm fasting or why can't I do a certain thing when I'm fasting, they'd jump on me, and act like they're trying to save me from starving myself out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Religion is generally based on rules that certain believers obey; now the beauty of Islam comes along by giving the answers to why are we supposed to be obeying these rules... and believe me I'm not AT ALL offended when someone wants to show some interest in my religion and start asking questions, I do welcome any kind of inquiry at any time! Just shoot the question! BUT please ...oh please try to be at least friendly &amp;amp; interested when you are asking not surprised and taken aback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a simple example :) Now when people around me know that I'm fasting they'd usually ask me a type B question, rather than a type A, although the latter would seem more considerate and thoughtful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type A Question : Wow, you are fasting! I didn't know that! Can you tell me though why are you doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type B Question: Whatttt!!! you are fasting??!! wtf?! why are you trying to starve your self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously, wouldn't you be offended if you were in my shoes??!! Being considerate is the least thing anyone can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I used to explain the reason to why am I fasting, after of course seeing the surprised and sympathized faces and looks, but then I just got fed up! So if you think that I'm starving myself, then that's what you WANT to believe, as for me, I'll keep on fasting, praying, reading my holy book "The Holy Quran", and not even caring about what you think of me as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why I'm doing this? ASK! But just don't be freakin' rude, that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so much better! Just ranting it out... so I guess that's it for today, hope you Muslims are all fastin' out there! "Happy Ramadan" as some of my "friendlier friends" would say that to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-2090826618046506468?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/2090826618046506468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=2090826618046506468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2090826618046506468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/2090826618046506468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-feeling-holy-spirit-of-ramadan.html' title='Are you feeling the &quot;holy spirit of Ramadan&quot;?! Well I&apos;m not!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-3037196259945157563</id><published>2007-08-12T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:29:34.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesss&lt;/span&gt;.. I am BACK! What can i say, this vacation is coming to an end, and I got to end this ride...&lt;br /&gt;and I should be back to the normal life of studying my ass off, then eating, then sleeping, then again studying my ass off. But I do hope, I'd spice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; a bit this time round... some exercising wouldn't be as bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an interesting ride though, meeting up with the rest of the family in Syria, catching up with old friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;, resting off from the study stress that has been on for eight months on a row of full torture! -but then who said a uni life would be easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be better off now, I'm not really in the mood of blogging anyway, I just felt sorry for this poor haunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;webpage&lt;/span&gt;! Hopefully *crossing fingers* I should start blogging from now on.. so lets just hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to "Message for the Queen -Tyler Bates"* -Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fatoom&lt;/span&gt;, Now I cant get the tune off my head! But nevertheless, its a masterpiece, created with perfection. You should all look  it up and listen to this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adios&lt;/span&gt; My Invisible friends! Catch you later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-3037196259945157563?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/3037196259945157563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=3037196259945157563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3037196259945157563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/3037196259945157563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2007/08/come-back.html' title='A come back!'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-5500801983079830284</id><published>2007-05-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:09:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>well..well! what can I say, I didn't actually stick to my word when I said I'd write more often in this nearly empty web page. Okay so maybe it was partially my fault, but honestly, I had a pretty rough week and wasn't myself for a couple of days... However! I am back on my feet right now, and damn ready to blog! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;! *getting overly excited for no reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably know now what am I going to talk about, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yesss&lt;/span&gt; its a movie review! you see, when it comes to movies I get very picky to that point that I can just start criticizing and never actually stopping! There are two types of movies -well at least in my dictionary- there are movies that are solely for entertainment, and movies which usually have some hidden lessons for us to learn from, and THAT ladies and gentleman, what I get attracted to, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt;". . . well it IS the movie to watch! I have watched it over and over again, and each single time, it gets me, it is such a Beautiful movie! The best part of it, is that it is based on a true story, where a fairly unlucky man, struggles in life, in order to be happy, to be satisfied with himself, to stand out in everything, and after all to afford a comfortable life for his son and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot from this movie, because it showed that everything in our lives is based on Happiness, its the core of everything. If you still don't believe me, lets apply an example based on questions, and by the end of it you'll see exactly what I'm trying to point out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are you studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard in your university, and aiming for high grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So that I can have some self respect, and maybe a really good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you need a good job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So that I'd have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you need the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: To afford a good a house and a car maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you need the house and the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So that i can live comfortably, and satisfied with my-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you need that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Because when i reach self-satisfaction, I get over-whelmed with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is something right there!! I don't mean though that money can buy happiness, but it does bring self-satisfaction, and with that a person can feel happy in a way or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person has to "&lt;strong&gt;pursuit&lt;/strong&gt;" happiness in his/her own way, some people can be happy while reading a book and eating some chocolate, other people are happy when they are going on a cruise in the pacific, its just a matter of who likes what, and who enjoys what. What matters really is to be happy and fulfilled in oneself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's too much rambling for now, but I'll try really hard to keep up with this thing, because after all its the only place where i can truly express myself -my opinions -my thoughts..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-5500801983079830284?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/5500801983079830284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=5500801983079830284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/5500801983079830284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/5500801983079830284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2007/05/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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-4813350454100683027.post-6404964243962797756</id><published>2007-05-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T04:07:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to welcome you, to my humble web page, and I hope you'd enjoy the visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's out of way, I want to actually talk more about what am I going to discuss in this space, because I' neither a writer nor a poet, but I find it easier for me to actually voice my thoughts, ideas, rantings through writing more than just discussing them with a friend or two out loud. I do believe it would give me enough space to explain my-self, and of course, to a larger mass of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, is going to be mostly rantings, rantings about experiences that I had and value, or maybe discuss a movie review that I found remarkably beautiful. I could engage in to some controversial topics that needs to be discussed and mentioned. However, this IS the first blog that I ever had, so I would greatly appreciate the over-looking of some immature and innocent spelling and structural mistakes, you see my only excuse is that we ARE only humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to up-date this thing every once in a while, maybe a lot nowadays, because its summer, and I have absolutely nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adios my friends, for now, maybe I'll think of something interesting to talk about by the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I -AM- looking for a better title, but I'll just stick to this for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813350454100683027-6404964243962797756?l=emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/feeds/6404964243962797756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813350454100683027&amp;postID=6404964243962797756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6404964243962797756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813350454100683027/posts/default/6404964243962797756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipated-fighter.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduction.html' title='An Introduction..'/><author><name>MissNoName</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719885338844205780</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></feed>
