<?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-11271899</id><updated>2011-09-02T13:19:15.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lies Within</title><subtitle type='html'>".. All These Mixed Emotions We Keep Locked Away Like Stolen Pearls.. Stolen Pearls We Keep Locked Away From All The World.."

I've set the sails and decided to start a journey of self discovery. I'm hoping I could reach deep inside me, find out my true self, and unleash her. I'm hoping I could find the right answers for all the questions that I have deep inside. I'm leaving myself to the winds and the waves to carry me along, hoping they'd take me to a shore I could call my own..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11271899.post-116643649968640664</id><published>2006-12-18T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:08:19.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of her last night. A crazy dream it was. She was with us. I didn't know in the dream whether she was real or an illusion. I so much wanted to be for real, but from the tears in my aunt's eyes I knew it wasn't. I wanna go see my aunt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116643649968640664?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116643649968640664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116643649968640664' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116643649968640664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116643649968640664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11271899.post-116639504856646979</id><published>2006-12-18T00:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:51:04.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Daisy</title><content type='html'>I've been too lazy this whole weekend. It's too cold outside and all I want is just to stay in bed under the warm blankets. I even tried Moon's fave thing; drinking hot chocolate in bed when I'm all warm and it's really cold out there (but without the laptop part :D). It felt really lovely, Thumbs up Moon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that phonecall that made me wish I'd actually gone to work today.. I miss you already.. I know I'm gonna miss having you around for a long time to come. We might be different in ways, but I guess I have an internal sensitive device that feels a person's purity. I can feel how pure and loving it is in there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116639504856646979?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116639504856646979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116639504856646979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116639504856646979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116639504856646979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-daisy.html' title='Lazy Daisy'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116621697071847441</id><published>2006-12-15T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:09:30.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna miss you</title><content type='html'>My dear friend and sweet caring soul..  I'm truely gonna miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116621697071847441?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116621697071847441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116621697071847441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116621697071847441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116621697071847441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/12/gonna-miss-you.html' title='Gonna miss you'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116568949965441463</id><published>2006-12-09T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:39:53.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sensitive</title><content type='html'>By Jewel&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory that if we're told we're bad&lt;br /&gt;Then that's the only idea we'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty&lt;br /&gt;Someday we will become what we see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause anyone can start a conflict&lt;br /&gt;it's harder yet to disregard it&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather see the world from another angle&lt;br /&gt;We are everyday angels&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116568949965441463?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116568949965441463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116568949965441463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116568949965441463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116568949965441463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-sensitive.html' title='I&apos;m Sensitive'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116541595390045777</id><published>2006-12-06T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:39:13.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all coming back to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116541595390045777?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116541595390045777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Gloomy day, with a so much fun ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I have the Bestest Buddies in the world? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116497276003619707?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116497276003619707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116497276003619707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116497276003619707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116497276003619707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116422697610934129</id><published>2006-11-22T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:22:56.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Softly Love</title><content type='html'>Speak softly, love and hold me warm against your heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start&lt;br /&gt;We're in a world, our very own&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a love that only few have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine-colored days warmed by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deep velvet nights when we are one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky&lt;br /&gt;The vows of love we make will live until we die&lt;br /&gt;My life is yours and all because&lt;br /&gt;You came into my world with love so softly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine-colored days warmed by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deep velvet nights when we are one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky&lt;br /&gt;The vows of love we make will live until we die&lt;br /&gt;My life is yours and all becau-au-se&lt;br /&gt;You came into my world with love so softly love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116422697610934129?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116422697610934129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116422697610934129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422697610934129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422697610934129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/speak-softly-love.html' title='Speak Softly Love'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116422664486800084</id><published>2006-11-22T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:17:24.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parle Plus Bas (Translated To English)</title><content type='html'>Speak more quietly&lt;br /&gt;Because one could hear us well&lt;br /&gt;The world is not ready for your tender words&lt;br /&gt;The world is not ready for us&lt;br /&gt;It would say quite simply that we are insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak more quietly, but still speak&lt;br /&gt;Of the insane love, of the strong love&lt;br /&gt;Speak more quietly&lt;br /&gt;Because one could surprise us well&lt;br /&gt;You know very well&lt;br /&gt;That it would never want to understand&lt;br /&gt;That in our hearts, I found&lt;br /&gt;What the world refused to give us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Instrumental}&lt;br /&gt;Speak more quietly, but still speak&lt;br /&gt;Of the insane love, of the strong love&lt;br /&gt;Speak more quietly&lt;br /&gt;Because one could hear us well&lt;br /&gt;You know very well that we can wait for nothing&lt;br /&gt;From those who made songs&lt;br /&gt;Without one “I love you” where the love rhymes with reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116422664486800084?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116422664486800084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116422664486800084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422664486800084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422664486800084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/parle-plus-bas-translated-to-english.html' title='Parle Plus Bas (Translated To English)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116422083190801384</id><published>2006-11-22T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:40:32.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parle plus bas</title><content type='html'>I had a couple of songs playing in my head incessently, then I got their lyrics and started singing them incessently bardo, till I became sha7'sseyya sodaa3 el 7a2ie2a :P But anyways; here's the first one "Parle Plus Bas" by Dalida (The French version of "Speak Softly Love"). And by the way, they say different things in the two versions of it. I kinda like the French one better. I think I'll try to post a translation as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Parle plus bas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Parle plus bas&lt;br /&gt;Car on pourrait bien nous entendre&lt;br /&gt;Le monde n'est pas prêt pour tes paroles tendres&lt;br /&gt;Le monde n'est pas prêt pour nous&lt;br /&gt;Il dirait tout simplement que nous sommes fous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parle plus bas mais parle encore&lt;br /&gt;De l'amour fou de l'amour fort&lt;br /&gt;Parle plus bas&lt;br /&gt;Car on pourrait bien nous surprendre&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais très bien&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il ne voudrait jamais comprendre&lt;br /&gt;Que dans nos cœurs moi, j'ai trouvé&lt;br /&gt;Ce que le monde refusait de nous donner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Instrumental}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parle plus bas mais parle encore&lt;br /&gt;De l'amour fou de l'amour fort&lt;br /&gt;Parle plus bas&lt;br /&gt;Car on pourrait bien nous entendre&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais très bien que nous ne pouvons rien attendre&lt;br /&gt;De ceux qui ont fait des chansons&lt;br /&gt;Sans un "je t'aime" où l'amour rime avec raison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116422083190801384?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116422083190801384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116422083190801384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422083190801384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116422083190801384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/parle-plus-bas.html' title='Parle plus bas'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116421983756254480</id><published>2006-11-22T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:23:58.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>I was having enough trouble with the first two pieces of news, when they decided to throw a third one at me; a fatal one. Thank God it was just a joke... I can't imagine how it could be like if it weren't :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116421983756254480?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116421983756254480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116421983756254480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116421983756254480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116421983756254480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116394566625938500</id><published>2006-11-19T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:14:26.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada cambiará mi amor por ti</title><content type='html'>Si tuviera que vivir sin tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;Habrá melancolía yo sé que habrá dolor&lt;br /&gt;Al fin del mundo yo te seguiría&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar sin tu calor&lt;br /&gt;Pues sin ti no sé quién soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás podré dejar tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No dudes nunca, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Bésame, te amaré&lt;br /&gt;No sabré llenar tu espacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero así cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ver sin ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo con mirarte fue tan fácil&lt;br /&gt;Abrir así mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Fue tan natural&lt;br /&gt;Sólo con besarte fue imposible&lt;br /&gt;No dejarte de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cada día más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás podré dejar tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No dudes nunca, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Bésame, te amaré&lt;br /&gt;No sabré llenar tu espacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero así cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ver sin ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ver sin ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero así cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero así cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ver sin ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sentirás que yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero así cada mañana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116394566625938500?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116394566625938500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116394566625938500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116394566625938500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116394566625938500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/nada-cambiar-mi-amor-por-ti.html' title='Nada cambiará mi amor por ti'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116368511451520635</id><published>2006-11-16T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:51:54.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaand it's hurting again :S&lt;br /&gt;3aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116368511451520635?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116368511451520635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116368511451520635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116368511451520635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116368511451520635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaand-its-hurting-again-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116359425521603603</id><published>2006-11-15T12:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:37:35.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida :)</title><content type='html'>S For Swimming..&lt;br /&gt;     S For Salsa..&lt;br /&gt;          S For All the small simple joys I so much love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truely feel I'm back to life once again; I can finally breathe, hear the birds singing and enjoy the rain. Once again I enjoy the beauty of the roses; see them with their true colors after the black and grey tint had gone away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116359425521603603?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116359425521603603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116359425521603603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116359425521603603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116359425521603603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/11/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida :)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116215227634104713</id><published>2006-10-29T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:04:36.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibilities List</title><content type='html'>Well well well.. My vacation is coming to an end and I don't know what to do. I was hoping that the rest-in-bed initiative might put an end to the problem. I can't deny I'm slightly better, but I feel it'd only take a couple of going-outs or work-days to bring back the pain. Although I try as much as I can to maintain a positive attitude about this, but all I can think of now is all the things I could do in the past, but could no longer do, or the things I was hoping I could do one day, and seem waaay far from possible now. So by listing all those things I hope I'd get disconnected from these thoughts.. hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I used to do, but are no longer possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk home from Abbasseya (ayyam el kolleyya that is)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to work on foot and get back home on foot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being anywhere and just deciding to go to some other place on foot, without a care in the world (just to sum things up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attending Aerobics classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attending Latin Dance Aerobics classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attending Tai Chi classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Pump it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend the 'zaffa' of a wedding (Since I have 2 weddings this week and I dunno how they'll go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go swimming (This might be the only possible sport, yet still I have all these fears that walking that distance to the pool might harm me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I was dreaming of doing, but seem impossible now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go hiking (not that I would get an easy yes from my parents about that, but it's totally hopeless now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Flamingo classes (Lamma sadda2t the ladies gym started this course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Salsa classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take spanish course (Since the cultural center is way far and might involve walking)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join PTP and go on one of their walks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116215227634104713?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116215227634104713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116215227634104713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116215227634104713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116215227634104713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/10/impossibilities-list.html' title='Impossibilities List'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116084935097539729</id><published>2006-10-14T20:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:09:10.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>الكلمة نور</title><content type='html'>I was browsing around here reading my previous blogs, when I came across the lyrics of that songs "Les Mots" and the english translation for it. Then it reminded me of that piece of poetry mentioned in "Sekket El Helaly" which made me search for it online and was very glad to find it... Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الكلمة نور ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وبعض الكلمات قبور&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; مادين الله سوى كلمة &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ما شرف الرجل سوى كلمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ما شرف الله سوى كلمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مفتاح الجنة في كلمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دخول النار على كلمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وقضاء الله هو الكلمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الكلمة لو تدري حرمة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; زاد مذخور &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الكلمة نور &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وبعض الكلمات قبور &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بعض الكلمات قلاع شامخة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;يعتصم بها النبل البشري&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; الكلمة فرقان ما بين نبي وبغي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  نقلاً عن مسرحية الحسين ثأر الله للأستاذ عبد الرحمن الشرقاوي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116084935097539729?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116084935097539729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116084935097539729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116084935097539729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116084935097539729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='الكلمة نور'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-116084724315430231</id><published>2006-10-14T18:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:34:03.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>One week ago I was feeling like I was re-born. That foot pain I'd been feeling for months was starting to disappear and I could stand freely once again, without having to keep track of how many seconds I'm standing, afraid I would hit the threshold at which it would start hurting again. But it seems like I was wrong. Not too long after that I could feel it all over again; the pain, the agony, the confusion, the feeling that I do not know what to do, and neither do the doctors. How I want to close my eyes then open them to find the whole nightmare over. Some think I am giving this too much of a value, and that foot pain is not really the kind of thing that's a 'life stopper', but for someone who's so in love with sports, who so much loves to move, it feels like the end of the world for me. I tried to look at the good side of it; it could be a chance for my life beat to cool down, listen to my inner voice and see what it has to say to me, may be consider it a chance for me to focus more on my work... But.. for how long, it started in April, and here I am now in October, that's six months and half. I cannot deny it had some good aspects to it. It enabled me to put things in their correct perspective, not let me feel the least annoyance in things that used to cut deeply before. It has warmed my heart with all the love and support I'm getting from my friends, family and co-workers. I guess too that it got me better spiritually, they say that pain is a purifier. There were too many drums banging before, and I wanted them there as a sort of distractors, but they got silent one after the other, giving me the chance to differentiate between what's real and what's fake. I want it over... yet at the same time I wonder why it'd started. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I wonder which of the reasons that keep roaming in my head is the real reason, I wonder what is the lesson I should be learning. I am afraid I'm such a slow student. I guess the purpose has not been fullfilled yet and the lesson had not been grasped, since this pain and confusion still lingers on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-116084724315430231?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/116084724315430231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=116084724315430231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116084724315430231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/116084724315430231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115462017816602067</id><published>2006-08-03T18:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:49:38.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jung Test Results</title><content type='html'>I made the human metrics jung personality test today aaand here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFP&lt;br /&gt;Strength of the preferences %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroverted: 11&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive: 38&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: 62&lt;br /&gt;Perceiving: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that the INTJ days are long gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115462017816602067?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115462017816602067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115462017816602067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115462017816602067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115462017816602067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/08/jung-test-results.html' title='Jung Test Results'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115210529202081606</id><published>2006-07-05T16:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:14:52.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paroles, paroles, paroles</title><content type='html'>C'est étrange,&lt;br /&gt;je n'sais pas ce qui m'arrive ce soir,&lt;br /&gt;Je te regarde comme pour la première fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore des mots toujours des mots les mêmes mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'sais plus comme te dire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien que des mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu es cette belle histoire d'amour...&lt;br /&gt;que je ne cesserai jamais de lire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des mots faciles des mots fragiles&lt;br /&gt;C'était trop beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es d'hier et de demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien trop beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De toujours ma seule vérité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est fini le temps des rêves&lt;br /&gt;Les souvenirs se fanent aussi quand on les oublie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es comme le vent qui fait chanter les violons et emporte au loin le parfum des roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramels, bonbons et chocolats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par moments, je ne te comprends pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci, pas pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu peux bien les offrir à une autre qui aime le vent et le parfum des roses Moi, les mots tendres enrobés de douceur se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une parole encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecoute-moi. paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'en prie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te jure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà mon destin te parler....&lt;br /&gt;te parler comme la première fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore des mots toujours des mots les mêmes mots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme j'aimerais que tu me comprennes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien que des mots&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'écoutes au moins une fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des mots magiques des mots tactiques qui sonnent faux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon rêve défendu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, tellement faux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon seul tourment et mon unique espérance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien ne t'arrête quand tu commences&lt;br /&gt;Si tu savais comme j'ai envie d'un peu de silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es pour moi la seule musique...&lt;br /&gt;qui fit danser les étoiles sur les dunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramels, bonbons et chocolats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu n'existais pas déjà je t'inventerais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci, pas pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu peux bien les ouvrir à une autre qui aime les étoiles sur les dunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, les mots tendres enrobés de douceur se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore un mot juste une parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecoute-moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'en prie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te jure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu est belle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles, paroles, paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles, paroles encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-11271899.post-115204708139083326</id><published>2006-07-04T23:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:02:39.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages in the Air</title><content type='html'>Okay one of the things that just wouldn't let me sleep is that I have so much on my mind that I wanna tell certain people, which I haven't been able to do for different reasons. I'll start sending some of those messages that just wouldn't let me sleep. Just to make things fun I won't mention the message's intended recipient :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You're a big big girl and trust me you know how to go through it. We never know what's good for us. Cheer up Girlieee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: My most caring soul, Thank you :) Pleeaaase be patient and don't take any sudden decisions you might regret later. Patience is the key my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Missing you sooo much :D Praying for you from all my heart that it turns to be the loveliest thing ever :). Btw, rest assured. Everything is under control. All 'cutting' equipments have been taken to a safe place and all previous damage controlled (A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Er7amy nafsek shwayya, we balash el damier el zeyaada ely mwaddiena fe dahia dah :P Rabbena ma3aky ISA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Always confusing me as usual, but you're such a lovely friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Hmm.. Thank you :) Really really thank you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Thanks for checking in that day, and letting me feel my revenge case is.. well not so uncommon :P Good Luck and let's hope you enjoy it over there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: A sweet caring soul carefully covered with such a fiery attitude. Chill out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:I really wanna greet you for your strength and not abiding to meaningless 'commonalities'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: My sweet guardian angel and healer. How you radiate to me that feeling of being protected when you're around, I still don't know, but thank you :) You don't know how much difference you're making :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You Go Giiiirrlll.. Girl Power United, Nutty Tarts and All. Your attitude is really special, Keep it up ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115204708139083326?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115204708139083326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115204708139083326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115204708139083326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115204708139083326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/07/messages-in-air.html' title='Messages in the Air'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115204531415927572</id><published>2006-07-04T23:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:35:14.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay Kalaam</title><content type='html'>It's been aaages since I wrote anything here (not counting lyrics). I guess my mind has been full till the top, that it left no space for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed like half an hour ago trying to sleep. I have too many things on my mind. I have stuff I gotta finish at work here and there the coming few days, and I kinda dunno where to start. Not to menton of course things have been quite messy on the personal side, calls for revenge and umm.. discovering a scorpio-like tendency in some aspect :P My poor li'l foot had started hurting again and this time there was a direction I could point at and throw my negative energy towards (although it was proved I dunno how to hold negative energy for more than a few days, then it thank GOD slips away). Well anyways..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115204531415927572?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115204531415927572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115204531415927572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115204531415927572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115204531415927572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/07/ay-kalaam.html' title='Ay Kalaam'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115194105279717853</id><published>2006-07-03T18:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:37:32.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Ne Manquait Que Toi</title><content type='html'>Un collier d’oranges amères&lt;br /&gt;Une étole de verre&lt;br /&gt;Une réponse sans prière&lt;br /&gt;Une étoile de terre&lt;br /&gt;Et dans ce sourire étrange&lt;br /&gt;Le visage d’un ange qui me rappelle qu’ici-bas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne manquait que toi&lt;br /&gt;Pour que le combat ne se livre pas&lt;br /&gt;Je rends les larmes&lt;br /&gt;Toutes celles qu’on ne choisit pas&lt;br /&gt;Je te donne mon âme&lt;br /&gt;Si tu ne la prends pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le souffle d’une eau qui chante&lt;br /&gt;Une odeur de menthe&lt;br /&gt;La douceur d’une course lente&lt;br /&gt;La dernière attente&lt;br /&gt;Dessine-moi un mystère&lt;br /&gt;Que rien ne peut défaire&lt;br /&gt;Qui me rappelle qu’ici-bas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne manquait que toi&lt;br /&gt;Pour que le combat&lt;br /&gt;Ne se livre pas&lt;br /&gt;Je rends les larmes&lt;br /&gt;Toutes celles qu’on ne choisit pas&lt;br /&gt;Je te donne mon âme&lt;br /&gt;Si tu ne la prends pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A force de se réfléchir dans un miroir de souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;J’en oublie que mon avenir est presque là&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne manquait que toi&lt;br /&gt;Pour que le combat&lt;br /&gt;Ne se livre pas&lt;br /&gt;Je prends les larmes&lt;br /&gt;Toutes celles qu’on pleure de joie&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant que mon âme&lt;br /&gt;Se souvient de toi Il ne manquait que toi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11271899.post-115092585408725241</id><published>2006-06-22T00:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:37:34.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si..</title><content type='html'>Je tourne en rond&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelques fois je me sens seule et perdue&lt;br /&gt;Est ce que tu me reviendras&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelque fois je me sens loin de toi&lt;br /&gt;Dis est ce que tu te souviendras de moi&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond&lt;br /&gt;Sur la terre entière je me sens abandonee&lt;br /&gt;Dis est ce que tout ça va changer&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond&lt;br /&gt;Pour habiter ma solitude de mon mieux&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui ne sais qu'être deux&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelque fois j'ai peur de toi&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelque fois j'ai peur de moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around Every now and then  I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild&lt;br /&gt;Turn around Every now and then  I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Turn around Every now and then  I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry&lt;br /&gt;Turn around Every now and then  I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelques fois j'ai peur de toi&lt;br /&gt;Je tourne en rond sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que quelques fois j'ai peur de moi &lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai tant besoin de toi&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai tant besoin de ta voix&lt;br /&gt;Je veux tomber dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais marcher dans tes pas&lt;br /&gt;On invente les règles du jeu&lt;br /&gt;Quand on est tous les deux&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble nous irons jusqu'au bout du chemin&lt;br /&gt;Je tiendrai dans ton ombre&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me prends la main&lt;br /&gt;Retiens moi si je sombre je suis ta prisonnière&lt;br /&gt;Si loin de notre monde j'ai la tête à l'envers&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vraiment besoin de toi&lt;br /&gt;Si demain commençait ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Si demain commençait ce soir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il était une fois une femme amoureuse&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être un p'tit peu trop rêveuse&lt;br /&gt;Tant pis si j'en pleure tu as tous les droits sur mon Coeur&lt;br /&gt;Si demain commençait ce soir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai tant besoin de toi&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai tant besoin de ta voix&lt;br /&gt;Et je veux tomber dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais marcher dans tes pas&lt;br /&gt;On invente les règles du jeu&lt;br /&gt;Quand on est tous les deux &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retiens moi si je sombre je suis ta prisonnière&lt;br /&gt;Si loin de notre monde j'ai la tête à l'envers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si demain commençait ce soir &lt;br /&gt;Il était une fois une femme amoureuse&lt;br /&gt;Peut être un p'tit peu trop rêveuse&lt;br /&gt;Tant pis si j'en pleure tu as tous les droits sur mon Coeur &lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Si demain commençait ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Regarde moi droit dans le Coeur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115092585408725241?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115092585408725241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115092585408725241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115092585408725241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115092585408725241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/si.html' title='Si..'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115092382249592520</id><published>2006-06-21T23:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:03:42.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Beat</title><content type='html'>Let's not forget this place&lt;br /&gt;Let's not neglect the our race&lt;br /&gt;Let unity become&lt;br /&gt;Life on earth be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me take your hand&lt;br /&gt;We are but grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;Born throught the winds of time&lt;br /&gt;Given a special sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a stand and look around us now, people&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a standand look around us now, people...&lt;br /&gt;Eeyeah--oh, eayeh--oh, eayeh (and the world is turning)--oh, by--yah&lt;br /&gt;To a different beat&lt;br /&gt;Eayeh--oh, eayeh--oh, eayeh (and the world is turning)--oh, by yah(to a different beat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity's lost face&lt;br /&gt;Let's understand its grace&lt;br /&gt;Each day one at a time&lt;br /&gt;Each life including mine&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a standand look around us now, people oh, people oh people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the rain, fall in Africa&lt;br /&gt;I've touched to snow of Alaska(Oh tell me now...)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the mists of Niagara&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe...In you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat CHORUS twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come&lt;br /&gt;and how far to go&lt;br /&gt;rain does not fallon one roof alone..(to a different beat)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115092382249592520?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115092382249592520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115092382249592520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115092382249592520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115092382249592520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-beat.html' title='A Different Beat'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115091808943993004</id><published>2006-06-21T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:28:09.463+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie En Rose</title><content type='html'>Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche&lt;br /&gt;Voila le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l'homme auquel j'appartiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas,&lt;br /&gt;Je vois la vie en rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Des mots de tous les jours,&lt;br /&gt;Et ca me fait quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est entre dans mon Coeur&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui&lt;br /&gt;Dans la vie,&lt;br /&gt;Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et des que je l'apercois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur qui bat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115091808943993004?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115091808943993004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115091808943993004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115091808943993004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115091808943993004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La Vie En Rose'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115089217680980884</id><published>2006-06-21T15:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:16:16.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>People in Your Life</title><content type='html'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you An unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115089217680980884?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115089217680980884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115089217680980884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115089217680980884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115089217680980884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-in-your-life.html' title='People in Your Life'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115089185402932282</id><published>2006-06-21T15:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:10:54.050+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why</title><content type='html'>Picture love pure as summer&lt;br /&gt;Like winter in the spring&lt;br /&gt;God gave them everything&lt;br /&gt;To love and hold each other&lt;br /&gt;Like shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;All through the night into the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115089185402932282?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115089185402932282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115089185402932282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115089185402932282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115089185402932282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell Me Why'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115081403998048245</id><published>2006-06-20T17:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:34:00.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something just doesn't feel right. I'm sitting here but my thoughts are wandering over there, feeling that there is something missing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115081403998048245?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115081403998048245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115081403998048245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115081403998048245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115081403998048245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-just-doesnt-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115074548225360942</id><published>2006-06-19T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:31:22.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>You cannot take a lighthouse along with you while sailing. But it would always stand there, guiding you along the way. You can always keep its flame in your heart and that light it shone upon you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115074548225360942?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115074548225360942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115074548225360942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115074548225360942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115074548225360942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/lighthouse.html' title='Lighthouse'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115074492324536409</id><published>2006-06-19T22:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:22:03.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call the man&lt;br /&gt;Who deals in love beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;He can heal the world&lt;br /&gt;Of hearts in need of care&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light ahead&lt;br /&gt;When the next step is unclear&lt;br /&gt;Call the man&lt;br /&gt;He's needed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed in the chaos and confusion&lt;br /&gt;From the plains to city hall&lt;br /&gt;Needed where the proud who walk the wire are set to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115074492324536409?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115074492324536409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115074492324536409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115074492324536409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115074492324536409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/call-man-who-deals-in-love-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115055036009603969</id><published>2006-06-17T16:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:19:20.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Refuge</title><content type='html'>I'm very close to getting separated from my refuge. It's gonna be hard, but it's way harder not to... Would I be able to retain the lessons learned and the comfort I was made feel? Or would they slip through my fingers and I'd go back to the starting point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115055036009603969?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115055036009603969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115055036009603969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115055036009603969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115055036009603969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-refuge.html' title='My Refuge'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115054993975012093</id><published>2006-06-17T16:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:12:19.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metrics</title><content type='html'>If that's the main metrics for measuring my quality as a person and forming your judgements, so be it... but that's the only thing you'r getting from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115054993975012093?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115054993975012093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115054993975012093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115054993975012093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115054993975012093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/metrics.html' title='Metrics'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-115054980347774478</id><published>2006-06-17T16:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:10:03.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>What's the point of talking if you will be misunderstood anyway? Any word spoken will just be taken against you in court. I guess the best way to avoid miscommunication is not to communicate at all, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-115054980347774478?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/115054980347774478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=115054980347774478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115054980347774478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/115054980347774478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114936396641239614</id><published>2006-06-03T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:51:45.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again?!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I'd been liberated, just when I thought I don't care anymore... well.. do I? I hate Moon Gimini !!!!! :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114936396641239614?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114936396641239614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114936396641239614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114936396641239614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114936396641239614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-again.html' title='Not Again?!'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114932847701965857</id><published>2006-06-03T12:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:50:11.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>People walk in and out of your life; some leaving meaningful footprints in your heart. In every footstep there was a lesson to learn. But some lessons hurt. Sometimes they cut through, leaving painful marks, but they are lessons you couldn't have done without.&lt;br /&gt;Some people's footsteps are remedial. Somehow they carry the cure for the deepest wounds, the wisdom to answer your most unsettling questions and the care to walk that extra mile to draw a smile on someone's face.. Those healers can change your world to a much better place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114932847701965857?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114932847701965857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114932847701965857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114932847701965857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114932847701965857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114932799279637727</id><published>2006-06-03T12:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:46:32.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inncocent Eyes</title><content type='html'>By Delta Goodrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you where 7?&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that you wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Was show your mum that you could play the piano&lt;br /&gt;Ten years have passed&lt;br /&gt;And the one thing that lasts&lt;br /&gt;Is that same old song that we played along and made my mumma cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days and I miss those ways&lt;br /&gt;When I got lost in fantasies&lt;br /&gt;In a cartoon land of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold and I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm lost in my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Find a star for my direction&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;For the little girl inside who won't just hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me see mistakes and lies&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;My innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were 15?&lt;br /&gt;And the kids at school called you a fool cos you took the chance to dream&lt;br /&gt;In the time that's past and the one thing that lasts&lt;br /&gt;Is that same old song that we played along and made my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days and I miss those ways&lt;br /&gt;When I got lost in fantasies&lt;br /&gt;In a cartoon land of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;In a place you won't grow old in a place you wont feel cold and I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm lost in my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Find a star for my direction&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;For the little girl inside who wont just hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me see mistakes and lies&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;My innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my feeling under my skin&lt;br /&gt;Under the thoughts from within&lt;br /&gt;Learning the subtext&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind&lt;br /&gt;See creation how where defined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm lost in my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Find a star for my direction&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;For the little girl inside who wont just hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me see mistakes and lies&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep my faith and innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;My innocent eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114932799279637727?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114932799279637727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114932799279637727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114932799279637727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114932799279637727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/06/inncocent-eyes.html' title='Inncocent Eyes'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114864753712480968</id><published>2006-05-26T15:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:45:37.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Thoughts: Missused Psychology</title><content type='html'>How I love the wisdom of the ancients. Some disciples of knowledge were held sacred in the ancient world, as in the case of the ancient chinese. They were kept as a secret and not taught except for those who reach a certain level of wisdom, knowledge and spirituality. Although this might sound like it's unfair, but they truely had a point. Certain kinds of knowledge would lead to disastrous effects when left in ignorant or evil hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology is one thing that had been misused to the fullest. Business psychology.. psychology for sales and marketing and advertisements... and.. and.. Instead of being directed towards trying to understand the human self, reaching down to the soul and trying to get out the best in people and form a better person out of oneself, psychology has became a tool to play with human creatures, by manipulating their inner selves, for no other reason but to get more money out of them; money and power.. those destructive illusions... Knowledge is power indeed. And in this open era we're living it it has become impossible to keep any of it 'hidden'. Psychology is one disciple that had been missused to the fullest. And the result? I guess we'll all be paying for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114864753712480968?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114864753712480968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114864753712480968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114864753712480968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114864753712480968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/troubled-thoughts-missused-psychology.html' title='Troubled Thoughts: Missused Psychology'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114864729985121049</id><published>2006-05-26T15:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:41:39.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Thoughts: Michavillians</title><content type='html'>If you'r not true to yourself, to your heart, to what you believe in... then I don't see what's  the point in anything you do.  What's the point in saying one thing while you are feeling another? Nothing you achieve is truely yours, it belongs to the mask you were wearing, the one you were pretending to be, to the lie you were telling. The most dangerous lie is the one you start believing yourself. Soon enough, all the lies you have told start creeping up into you like poison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114864729985121049?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114864729985121049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114864729985121049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114864729985121049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114864729985121049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/troubled-thoughts-michavillians.html' title='Troubled Thoughts: Michavillians'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114842320727633712</id><published>2006-05-24T01:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:26:47.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>1- Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as your dinner guest? As your close friend? As your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner guest: I’d have chosen Mother Theressa or Ghandi, but they are already gone.&lt;br /&gt;Close friend: Well my existing close friends, no more no less.&lt;br /&gt;Lover: No names come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by five years to become extremely attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Define “extremely attractive”. I wouldn’t care about a general rating for my attractiveness… I might consider the question though if it’s being more attractive to the person I love… but then, would he want me to pass away five years earlier just to look more attractive to him? :D da yeb2a nadl awy (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Would you rather spend a month on vacation with your parents or put in overtime at your current job for four weeks without extra compensation?&lt;br /&gt;Well I’d take the vacation; spend a week with my family, 2 weeks and a half with my friends and half a week on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- When did you last cry by yourself? In front of another person?&lt;br /&gt;Cry by myself: 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;In front of another person: This afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think you'd find leading a more satisfying life than yours?&lt;br /&gt;Define a “satisfying life”. Is the question those who’d find their lives more satisfying or that I’d see their life as more satisfying? I guess I am content with my life Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- If you had the choice of one intimate soul mate and no other close friends, or of no such soul mate and many friends and acquaintances, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t survive without my close friends. Also, a soul mate can be a blessing or a curse sometimes. I wouldn’t mind one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Do you think your friends would agree with one another about the kind of person you are?Hmm… it’s hard to tell. I don’t agree with myself about the kind of person I am. I guess certain friends would see some sides clearly, but the others would be dimmed. While others would see the other dimmed ones, with an obscurity on the ones seen clearly by group1 (umm.. My moon sign is gimini, u know? :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Would you prefer to be blind or deaf?&lt;br /&gt;Neither, but deaf would be more bearable. At least I won’t be hearing any nonsense gossip or backbiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- How many of your friendships have lasted more than ten years? Which of your current friends do you feel will still be important to you ten years from now?&lt;br /&gt;Two I guess, may be three.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not only up to me. It depends highly on the mutual willingness to keep the bond.  I’d say 5 or 6 of my current closest friends (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- If you could mould to your liking your memories of any past experience, would you do so?Huh?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Would you be content with a marriage of the highest quality in all respects but one that it completely lacked sex?&lt;br /&gt;"Highest quality " as in what?? (Copied and pasted from Rain’s answer :P smart one ya Rain (A) ). Well actually not, taking into consideration being human, umm… and a Taurus, Leo, Cancer combination (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- If you were happily married, and then met someone you felt was certain to always bring you deeply passionate, intoxicating love, would you leave your spouse? What if you had kids?&lt;br /&gt;I’m determined not to get married unless I do have such feelings for the one I’m marrying in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Relative of the population at large? How do you rate your physical attractiveness? Your intelligence? Your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Physical attractiveness: May be we should go ask “the population at large” :P.&lt;br /&gt;My intelligence: There are different aspects to intelligence. My language, emotional and personal intelligence are doing pretty well I believe. My social and girly chit chatting intelligence is kinda (or waaaaay) below average. Analytical is good, problem solving, observance and memory fluctuate based on many factors. (I did say my analytical intelligence is good, didn’t I (A) :P).&lt;br /&gt;My personality: Well... Puzzling! It’s full of too many different things; some are just a shell, others represent the core. The opinion would vary based on the angle you are looking from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would the story be?&lt;br /&gt;umm... connection to server failed. (I hate geek talk, but I guess I’d only get technical nightmares tonight for some reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- While out one day, you are surprised to see your father holding hands with someone who is clearly his lover, he begs you not to say anything to your mother. How would you respond? What if your mother later told you that she was going crazy thinking that your father was having an affair yet knew it was just her imagination?&lt;br /&gt;My father is a Virgo :D I don’t even have to consider that possibility (A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- If you had to spend the next 2 years inside a small but fully provisioned Antarctic shelter with one other person, whom would you like to have with you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone I’m so deeply in love with, and married to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- You become involved romantically but after 6 months realize you need to end the relationship. If you were certain the person would commit suicide if you were to leave and were also certain you could not be happy with the person, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would keep thinking and thinking and thinking, and feeling guilty more and more each day until I realize I can’t go on. I’d never want to be in the position of being with someone who’s not in love with me and accordingly I wouldn’t want to put anyone in such a position. I would try to provide support after the break-up and convince him to see things in the right perspective and forget the “Committing suicide” idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- What was your most enjoyable dream? Your worst nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;Best: I can’t remember one specifcally, but something that would involve a garden full of roses and butterflies or something that would have an exotic beach in a deserted island (6 days 7 nights movie kinda thing).&lt;br /&gt; Worst: Going out in the street and realizing I don’t have my shoes on or Falling. I used to get those dreams when I was a little girl but not anymore. Also the one having to do with being in an exam and not caring abt answering a thing at the beginning then running out of time at the end(A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- If by sacrificing your life you could contribute so much to the world you would be honored by all nations, would you be willing to do so? If so, would you make the sacrifice knowing that someone you thoroughly disliked would received that honor while you went unrecognized?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't care about acknowledgement, but I might think twice about how my family and close friends would feel. I would tell them all about it first, spend as much time as I can with them, give them huge teary hugs and bid them a warm farewell. I don’t like the “Elephants go hide when they feel they are dying” kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Would you like your spouse to be both smarter and more attractive than you are?&lt;br /&gt;Smarter definitely, more attractive… hmm... may be :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try and correct the mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Logic says yes. But it’s impossible to answer not being in the situation and not having experienced maternity feelings yet. But I’d make sure both kids would be part of my life somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?&lt;br /&gt;To myself : Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;To someone else : can’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture? Have you ever wished you were of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;MEN of course. Not really, although I’m not content with all the fun I’m missing, but I do love my feminity (A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24- What are your most compulsive habits? Do you regularly struggle to break these habits?Umm… nopes I guess I’m more of an impulsive person. I find it hard to maintain a habit in the first place (A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25- Would you enjoy spending a month of solitude in a beautiful natural setting? Food and shelter would be provided but you would not see another person.&lt;br /&gt;Nopes nopes nopesssss.&lt;br /&gt;I’d have liked the idea if asked a few years ago, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26- If you knew you would die of an incurable disease within 3 months, would you allow yourself to be frozen within the week if you knew it would give you a modest chance of being revived in 1,000 years and living a greatly extended life?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? And wake up in a time that is not mine, among strangers, 1000 years from now in a world getting colder and colder everyday? No thank you! I’d rather live every moment of those 3 months and try to make the best out of them among my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27- You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you have never met. Would you want to go if you had to go by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I could go yes.  My sense of adventure is sometimes high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- If you were at a friend's house for thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I won't eat the salad and won't make a fuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- If someone you love deeply is brutally murdered and you know the identity of the murderer, who unfortunately is acquitted of the crime. Would you seek revenge?&lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn’t kill, but I’d make sure to rid the world of him “somehow”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114842320727633712?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114842320727633712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114842320727633712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114842320727633712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114842320727633712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114841748756967892</id><published>2006-05-23T23:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:51:27.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A phonecall</title><content type='html'>I love it when I call in and hear their voices. I feel that troubled part of me has found some peace. I wanted to call today, my dad told me it's pointless as the birthday was already a few days back. I didn't listen. I wanted a reason to make that phonecall. I miss them, and wish I was playing a bigger role in their lives. It could be the only relief for me; to see them going on and to see the little one growing up and help draw a smile on their faces. I always wish I could call in more often, but I'm terrible with phonecalls. I don't quite know what to say. But today I did, and I feel much better already. I was told the little angelic one is in deep sleep, wearing little pistaccio pyjamas with two little teddy bears :) I want to seeeeee herrrrrr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114841748756967892?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114841748756967892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114841748756967892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114841748756967892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114841748756967892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/phonecall.html' title='A phonecall'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114808022010966505</id><published>2006-05-20T00:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:10:20.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdaaaaaaayyy :D</title><content type='html'>This year was the first time since the age of 5 to be able to celebrate my birthday without having an exam the next day, in a week, in two weeks, well.. you get the picture! I've been looking forward to this one since... forever, esp. after having some ppl born in July tease me about it a couple of years ago (A)... anyways :D&lt;br /&gt;So I gave my friends such a headache.. I was like.. what do you mean I can't organize a birthday party..!! Poor Justin got to hear most of my zannnnnnn ya 7aram, along with Moon, who kanet betektem her laughing bel 3afia :P (A)&lt;br /&gt;But I actually enjoyed every single moment of it. It was like.. whenever I thought I knew what's going on it turns out there were more surprises :D Never did I enjoy surprises sooooooooo much before !! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly the kind of person who knows how to communicate her feelings or thoughts right on the spot, so I usually come home feeling I have soo much to say. So I wanna say a few things, from the safe hiding of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with my guests of honour; E., M. and K.&lt;br /&gt;It was really great having you there :D I have zanneet for it, but I didn't know you'd make it. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To E.: Thank you so much for passing by :) It had been ages since I last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To A.: Masmiesh Susu :P Plus... Beware of kolla man ektaraba men al ard :P I'll come holding a Samurai sword next time (A). Forget about all what I just said :P Thank youu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To K.: It was really great having you there. I know you always have thousands of things to do and I really appreciated it. A big big thank you from a little Butterfly sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. to the Organizing Committee...&lt;br /&gt;Silver Moon: You wouldn't tell me all the details, but having Justin within the crew gave me lots of insight (A):P Begadd Thank you so much my dear Moon, talla3t 3eenek !! It was all so amazing my Silver Moonlight Shadow :) I wish you all the best dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Suma: I look back and remember... 6, 7, 8, ......, 21, 22, 23.. My patient friend and pure angel :) Thank you so much for being there, thank you so much for always having been there, for better and for worse and for having been able to bear the annoying me (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frick: Thank you for being there dear :) Rabbena ye2awwieky 3ala el 3eiaal elly fe ra2abtek :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Rain: As always, the sweetest drops of wisdom descending on mother earth, touching the very core and bringing life to all. Thank you so so much my dear friend for caring and for never giving up on your friends. I pray for all the best for you dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ahmed: Men bo22ak le baab el sama, just like I told you there (A) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the sweetest couple; Rain and Ahmed: Nemo and Kouky beyssallemo 3aleeko :D Kukie's trying to find some peace, while Nemo's doing sprints here and there and hitting little Kukie, who's trying to hide by the wall. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondo2a: Howa ana lessa bardo mafhemtesh how come we didn't become that close except that late :P  Ahe dy elly assammiha moshkela be sa7ie7 (A) :P Merci ya Battouta 7'ales 7'aaalesss we ya Rabb nefdal friends 3ala toul.. ya Beeta ;) we Rabbena ma3aky wey2awwieky ya Benty wey2addemlek elly fieh el 7'eer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunoichi: We really gotta form a sort of "Girl Power United" group; start a footie and dance team and make Nutty Tart our logo :D Thank you so much :) and sorry you couldn't reach Justin when we were there, but I couldn't help eny a3'alles 3aleeh and take his mobile away (A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensei Ryu: Yalla ya 3amm ra22eetek we 7'alleetak Sensei, tedfa3 kaam? :P Merci Beaucoup mon ami :) Mezabbatny enta dolphin and butterfly we 7arakaat :D Bass ya3ny howwa ya3ny.. just for the records ya3ny :P... my birthday is on 14th actually not the day of the surprise party, therefore we conclude that you didn't have to tell me happy birthday when u logged in the midnight before it and you could safely talk... ya to7fa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimooooo: I really hoped to see you.. Thank you soooo much for making it to the Sunday surprize :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand Last But DEFINITELY not least&lt;br /&gt;Justin: As caring as always :) ana lessa can't understand how you bear me aslan assaassan assaassan ya3ny, not to mention being the nagging kid that I am, wel zann elly zanneeto 3aleek this time :P You think you're evil... Huh.. eb2a abelny :P I congratulate you for having been able to hold the surprise as a secret until that day :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114808022010966505?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114808022010966505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114808022010966505' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114808022010966505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114808022010966505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthdaaaaaaayyy-d.html' title='Birthdaaaaaaayyy :D'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114741531893199664</id><published>2006-05-12T09:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:28:38.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time - Enya</title><content type='html'>Who can say where the road goes,&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say if your love grows,&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs,&lt;br /&gt;As your life flies, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say why your heart cries&lt;br /&gt;when your love lies, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say when the roads meet,&lt;br /&gt;That love might be, in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who can say when the day sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;and the night keeps all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say if your love grows,&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say where the road goes&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks K. for showing me the beauty of this lyrics :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114741531893199664?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114741531893199664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114741531893199664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114741531893199664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114741531893199664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/only-time-enya.html' title='Only Time - Enya'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114736356157722062</id><published>2006-05-11T18:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:06:01.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>It's weird how we can take things for granted. One moment you're expecting them to last forever, then you find them getting lost, like tiny grains of sand slipping through your fingers. If only one could go back in time, enjoy and cherish every moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to enjoy every moment that passes by you, cherish everyone and everything around you. You never know what could be missing from the picture tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114736356157722062?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114736356157722062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114736356157722062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114736356157722062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114736356157722062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-moment-in-time.html' title='One Moment in Time'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114732515954283311</id><published>2006-05-11T08:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:25:59.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream..</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of her last night. She had survived and was still with us. We could hear her voice once again and see her smile...&lt;br /&gt;A dream indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114732515954283311?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114732515954283311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114732515954283311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114732515954283311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114732515954283311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream.html' title='A Dream..'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114695072656287833</id><published>2006-05-07T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:25:26.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Out</title><content type='html'>Till when would I have that feeling of being distant.. of being left out..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114695072656287833?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114695072656287833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114695072656287833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114695072656287833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114695072656287833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/left-out.html' title='Left Out'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114651881725167253</id><published>2006-05-01T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:26:57.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>I saw Innocence in its purest form,&lt;br /&gt;I saw hope, love and tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the smile we're all missing,&lt;br /&gt;... all in the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been washed from inside,&lt;br /&gt;Like that innocence has flown into me,&lt;br /&gt;It has become my sanctuary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114651881725167253?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114651881725167253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114651881725167253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114651881725167253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114651881725167253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sanctuary.html' title='My Sanctuary'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114651623282640979</id><published>2006-05-01T23:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:43:52.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أولادكم ليسوا أولاداً لكم. إنهم أبناء وبنات الحياة المشتاقة إلى نفسها، بكم يأتون إلى العالم ولكن ليس منكم. ومع أنهم يعيشون معكم فهم ليسوا ملكاً لكم. -  جبران خليل جبران&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114651623282640979?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114651623282640979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114651623282640979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114651623282640979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114651623282640979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/word-of-wisdom.html' title='A Word of Wisdom'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114643742519472815</id><published>2006-05-01T01:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T02:19:50.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you :)</title><content type='html'>People with such warm hearts can really turn this world to such a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear Moon.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear big brother.&lt;br /&gt;You made things so much better today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114643742519472815?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114643742519472815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114643742519472815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114643742519472815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114643742519472815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you :)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114617067658409685</id><published>2006-04-27T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:44:36.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Petit Papillon</title><content type='html'>The little butterfly has lost its wings. She can barely crawl now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114617067658409685?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114617067658409685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114617067658409685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114617067658409685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114617067658409685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/le-petit-papillon.html' title='Le Petit Papillon'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114599194944304516</id><published>2006-04-25T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:05:49.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Attract vs. Birds of the same feather flock together</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. the topic was playing in my head, but I don't have the brains right now to talk about it. So I thought of dropping here and "discharging it" off my head. I've just been seeing some drama from "Opposites Attract" situation... I mean OK they might attract yes, but can they really survive together, given they are at the opposite sides of the rainbow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114599194944304516?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114599194944304516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114599194944304516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114599194944304516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114599194944304516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/opposites-attract-vs-birds-of-same.html' title='Opposites Attract vs. Birds of the same feather flock together'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114598518211060911</id><published>2006-04-25T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:13:02.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/CRBR003710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/CRBR003710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/42-16156314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/42-16156314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/AAKF001088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/AAKF001088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one” - C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Much of the vitality in a friendship lies in the honoring of differences, not simply in the enjoyment of similarities.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.” - Donna Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.” - Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep away from those who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you too can become great.” - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked” - Bernard Meltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A real friend is like an angel who warms you by her presence and remembers you in her prayers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114598518211060911?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114598518211060911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114598518211060911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114598518211060911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114598518211060911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendship-quotes.html' title='Friendship Quotes'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114597900398864226</id><published>2006-04-25T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:30:04.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfants De Tous Pays (Enrico Macias)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/42-15212624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/42-15212624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Enfants de tous pays, tendez vos mains meurtries&lt;br /&gt;Semez l'amour et puis donnez la vie&lt;br /&gt;Enfants de tous pays et de toutes couleurs&lt;br /&gt;Vous avez dans le coeur notre bonheur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est dans vos mains que demain notre terre&lt;br /&gt;Sera confiée pour sortir de notre nuit&lt;br /&gt;Et notre espoir de revoir la lumière&lt;br /&gt;Est dans vos yeux qui s'éveillent à la vie&lt;br /&gt;Séchez vos larmes, jetez vos armes&lt;br /&gt;Faites du monde un paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut penser au passé de nos pères&lt;br /&gt;Et aux promesses qu'ils n'ont jamais tenues&lt;br /&gt;La vérité c'est d'aimer sans frontières&lt;br /&gt;Et de donner chaque jour un peu plus&lt;br /&gt;Car la sagesse, et la richesse&lt;br /&gt;N'ont qu'une adresse : le paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et puis le jour où l'amour sur la terre&lt;br /&gt;Deviendra roi, vous pourrez vous reposez&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque la joie couvrira nos prières&lt;br /&gt;Vous aurez droit à votre éternité&lt;br /&gt;Et tous les rires de votre empire&lt;br /&gt;Feront du monde un paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song reminds me so much of school days; the most innocent days of our lives. It also reminds me of soeure Veronique, the sweet lady that stayed with us for a very short while, but had a lovely way of teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114597900398864226?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114597900398864226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114597900398864226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597900398864226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597900398864226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/enfants-de-tous-pays-enrico-macias.html' title='Enfants De Tous Pays (Enrico Macias)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114597494346043115</id><published>2006-04-25T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:22:23.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagadtouhaa!!! : Lilali :D</title><content type='html'>Okay I've wanted to get this song for ages, but the problem was that I didn't know the singer, the song name or the song words (bass ya3ny :P). So today after searching for so many "Li La Li La Li La"s and "Li La Li La La"s I finally found it :D (If any of my friends told me he/she already had it hatgiely azma albeyya, so plz don't :P Anyways, the singer is Kim Kay, the song is Lilali or La Vie En Lilali and here goes the lyrics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kay, la vie en lilali &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est sept heures quinze &lt;br /&gt;Je prends le métro &lt;br /&gt;Encore dix minutes &lt;br /&gt;Je suis au boulot &lt;br /&gt;Si je pourrais arrêter &lt;br /&gt;Cette chaîne mécanique &lt;br /&gt;Ça doit être assez facile &lt;br /&gt;Une panne électrique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est douze heures trente &lt;br /&gt;Il ne faut pas tarder &lt;br /&gt;Je mange mes tartines &lt;br /&gt;Avec du café &lt;br /&gt;Si je pourrais m'échapper &lt;br /&gt;J'irai au Pacifique &lt;br /&gt;Si je pourrais me défouler &lt;br /&gt;Une évasion physique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le boulot fini &lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis partie &lt;br /&gt;Dans la discothèque &lt;br /&gt;Je vois mes amis &lt;br /&gt;Balayés et nettoyés &lt;br /&gt;Fraîches et énergiques &lt;br /&gt;Bien prête à participer &lt;br /&gt;Une ambiance magique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bien vous comprenez &lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas compliqué &lt;br /&gt;J'aime la folie &lt;br /&gt;J'aime la liberté li la li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;J'adore la musique &lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais me perdre dans &lt;br /&gt;Un rythme exotique &lt;br /&gt;Le boulot fini &lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis partie &lt;br /&gt;Dans la discothèque &lt;br /&gt;Je vois mes amis &lt;br /&gt;Balayés et nettoyés &lt;br /&gt;Fraîches et énergiques &lt;br /&gt;Bien prête à participer &lt;br /&gt;Une ambiance magique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;Li la li la li la, li la li la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li la li la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore la musique &lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais me perdre dans &lt;br /&gt;Un rythme exotique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis partie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114597494346043115?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114597494346043115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114597494346043115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597494346043115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597494346043115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/wagadtouhaa-lilali-d.html' title='Wagadtouhaa!!! : Lilali :D'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114597258382446575</id><published>2006-04-25T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:36:09.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' in The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/Singinintherain2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/Singinintherain2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Just singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious feelin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at clouds&lt;br /&gt;So dark up above&lt;br /&gt;The sun's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready for love&lt;br /&gt;Let the stormy clouds chase&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the place&lt;br /&gt;Come on with the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt;With a happy refrain&lt;br /&gt;Just singin',&lt;br /&gt;Singin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah&lt;br /&gt;Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again!&lt;br /&gt;I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancin' and singin' in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ADDITIONAL VERSE]&lt;br /&gt;Why am I smiling&lt;br /&gt;And why do I sing?&lt;br /&gt;Why does September&lt;br /&gt;Seem sunny as spring?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get up&lt;br /&gt;Each morning and start?&lt;br /&gt;Happy and head up&lt;br /&gt;With joy in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why is each new task&lt;br /&gt;A trifle to do?&lt;br /&gt;Because I am living&lt;br /&gt;A life full of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course I have no idea why anyone would post this in the month of April :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114597258382446575?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114597258382446575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114597258382446575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597258382446575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114597258382446575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/singin-in-rain.html' title='Singin&apos; in The Rain'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114596436463201478</id><published>2006-04-25T13:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:26:04.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/90101-142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/90101-142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never sure if there is a tomorrow, a next morning, after an hour, in a few minutes. All you have is here and now. There could be no other chance. If you have something to say do say it. If you have a seed to plant go plant it. If you have a chance to live, to love seize that chance, with all the strength you've got. Fill the world with the warmth in your heart. Share your feelings. Show how much you care. Spread the energy of love, for you never know if you will have another chance. Let there be love. Let there be peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114596436463201478?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114596436463201478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114596436463201478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114596436463201478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114596436463201478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-learnt.html' title='I&apos;ve learnt'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114592610776353199</id><published>2006-04-25T02:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:48:27.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/42-15402484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/Solitary%20Sea%20_%20Sunset.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/Solitary%20Sea%20_%20Sunset.gif" 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/11271899-114592610776353199?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114592610776353199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114592610776353199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114592610776353199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114592610776353199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/solitary-sea.html' title='Solitary Sea'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114592415685590444</id><published>2006-04-25T02:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:15:56.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in My Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/42-15256465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/Swimming%20in%20my%20ocean.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/Swimming%20in%20my%20ocean.gif" 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/11271899-114592415685590444?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114592415685590444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114592415685590444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114592415685590444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114592415685590444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/swimming-in-my-ocean.html' title='Swimming in My Ocean'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114591934532781564</id><published>2006-04-25T00:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:55:45.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters</title><content type='html'>"We've learned to fly the skies like birds, we've learned to swim the seas like fish but yet we haven't learned to walk the earth as brothers and sisters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it seems. I just can't imagine how a person can have the heart to take a life?! Life of an innocent.. Life.. ALLAH's most preciousl gift and most special miracle. How can you just take  a life away?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Ryu for the quote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114591934532781564?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114591934532781564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114591934532781564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114591934532781564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114591934532781564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/brothers-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and Sisters'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114591345019562803</id><published>2006-04-24T22:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:17:30.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/42-16350134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/42-15133239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/AAGF001464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some build walls to keep people out.&lt;br /&gt;Others build them to see who'd care enough to bring them down, or jump over to them.&lt;br /&gt;They build their own prison with their own hands, though they don't really want it.&lt;br /&gt;In both cases, the walls look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell whether it's a stay away or come hither wall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114591345019562803?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114591345019562803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114591345019562803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114591345019562803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114591345019562803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114581482727367420</id><published>2006-04-23T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:53:47.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/42-15123363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/42-15123363.jpg" border="0" width="384" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the pieces of the puzzle seem like they would fit, almost perfectly, like no other pieces would. Yet you find out they don't. Not smoothly interlinking or edges not aligning. Why was there a connection in the first place? Why then the repulsion? A thousand questions.. Everything happens for a reason, but what is the reason? An answer that can hold within it life or death; a beginning and an end. No matter what.. there is always a lesson to be learnt. But what is the lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the puzzle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114581482727367420?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114581482727367420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114581482727367420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114581482727367420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114581482727367420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles...'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580954494512066</id><published>2006-04-23T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:25:44.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Apple Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/apple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never one to take life too seriously, and because of it, you're a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;And although you have a great sense of humor, you are never superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and caring, you do like to get to the core of people - to understand them well.&lt;br /&gt;However, any probing you do is light hearted and fun, sometimes causing people to misjudge you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580954494512066?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580954494512066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580954494512066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580954494512066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580954494512066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/apple-red.html' title='Apple Red'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580816022457993</id><published>2006-04-23T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:03:25.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Question Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580816022457993?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580816022457993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580816022457993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580816022457993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580816022457993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/three-question-personality-test.html' title='Three Question Personality Test'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580805232497334</id><published>2006-04-23T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:00:52.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunset&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/sunset.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you still may be young, you already feel like you've accomplished a lot in life.&lt;br /&gt;And you feel free to pave your own path now, and you're not even sure where it will take you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll pursue higher education in a subject you enjoy - or travel the world for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you approach life with a relaxed, open attitude. And that will take you far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580805232497334?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580805232497334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580805232497334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580805232497334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580805232497334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunset_23.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580533098037467</id><published>2006-04-23T17:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:15:43.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Flowing</title><content type='html'>I listen closely..&lt;br /&gt;tune in more and more attentively..&lt;br /&gt;The faint voice inside..&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the same whisper..&lt;br /&gt;The same sound of water..&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it..&lt;br /&gt;With every drop of my existence..&lt;br /&gt;That beloved precious water..&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580533098037467?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580533098037467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580533098037467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580533098037467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580533098037467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/water-flowing.html' title='Water Flowing'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580355481849014</id><published>2006-04-23T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:45:54.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightening and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not. --The Upanishads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. --The Land Before Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenity isn't freedom from the storm, but peace within the storm. --Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way is not in the sky, the way is in the heart. --Gautama Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing and its sound is love. --Kabir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More grows in the garden than the gardener knows he has sown. --Spanish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop. --Kabir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of grace are always blowing, but it is you that must raise your sails. --Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men cannot see their reflection in running water, but only in still water. --Chuang Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every answer asks a more beautiful question. --e e cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the soul knows is often unknown to the man who has a soul. We are infinitely more than we think. --Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want. --Lao-tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elixir is hidden in the poison. --Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in having new eyes. --Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. --Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present. --Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tree has branches so foolish as to fight amongst themselves. --Ojibwa Indian saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread. --Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about. --Angela Schwindt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do no great things; only small things with great love. --Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. --Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life's shadows are caused by our standing in our own sunshine. --Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with those seeking Truth. Run from those who think they've found it. --Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are treasures beyond compare in the ocean. If you seek safety stay ashore. --Sufi saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight. --Vaclav Havel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love. --Gandhi's Prayer For Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580355481849014?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580355481849014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580355481849014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580355481849014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580355481849014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-of-inspiration.html' title='Quotes of Inspiration'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114580284151935953</id><published>2006-04-23T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:34:01.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows where the road will lead us...</title><content type='html'>All The Way Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;It's no good unless he loves you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be near you&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to cheer you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taller than the tallest tree is&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's got to feel&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the deep blue sea is&lt;br /&gt;That's how deep it goes - if its real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;It's no good unless he needs you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the good or lean years&lt;br /&gt;And for all the in between years - come what way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who know where the road will lead us&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would say&lt;br /&gt;But if you'll let me love you&lt;br /&gt;It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114580284151935953?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114580284151935953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114580284151935953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580284151935953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114580284151935953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-knows-where-road-will-lead-us.html' title='Who knows where the road will lead us...'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114579125526224793</id><published>2006-04-23T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:20:55.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Misty Morning</title><content type='html'>She left me..&lt;br /&gt;One Misty Morning..&lt;br /&gt;She left without warning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114579125526224793?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114579125526224793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114579125526224793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114579125526224793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114579125526224793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-misty-morning.html' title='One Misty Morning'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114547780131010648</id><published>2006-04-19T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:16:41.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bro</title><content type='html'>I always thought having an older brother would've been an annoying thing. Little did I know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114547780131010648?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114547780131010648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114547780131010648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114547780131010648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114547780131010648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-bro.html' title='Big Bro'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114539550116937401</id><published>2006-04-18T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:25:01.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh</title><content type='html'>Deadly busy, can hardly breathe, overloaded with stuff to do... when all out of the blues, without any reason that meaningless wound starts bleeding. Gotta finish those documents though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114539550116937401?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114539550116937401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114539550116937401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114539550116937401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114539550116937401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/huh.html' title='Huh'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114494898063102191</id><published>2006-04-13T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:23:01.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://itisrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you Rain, a nice way to break the boredom while this software setup finishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;"Outside, Gudrun and Ursula listened for their father's playing on the organ" – Women in Love, D. H. Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;I did it, even stretched my right arm backwards too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Huh.. TV? Well there was that mosalsal playing yesterday while I was having dinner; "Lel tharwa 7esabat o7'ra". I saw the last 2 mins of it, does that count? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;7 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;6:39 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Air Conditioner. I remembered now I'm feeling cold. *reaches out to the remote and switches it off.* Now it's the sound of the Neon light saying zzzzzz. Well, I'm sitting in an empty room in an almost vacant company and everything is soooo dully silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Almost two hours ago, I came work from the client's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Rain's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Very Casual wear. Turquoise vest, 2 turquoise LiveStrongs, 1 Lamouny, Turquoise watch that I love. (a total aquatic look :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Question is, did I sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Almost an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;an air coditioner, two posters; one saying "Accumulate learning by study, understand what you learn by questioning" Ming Jiao Jiufeng and the other saying "I have not failed,  I've just found 10 000 ways that won't work" - Thomas Edison. LOL, development room be sa7iee7 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. define weird :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Anna and the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;A villa by the sea having a private beach and a decently large swimming pool with palm trees surrounding the place and no high buildings around :D No need for the villa even, just a little hutt with a pool and private beach :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, what is it that you dunno about me ya Rain? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Spread Love and open-mindedness somehow. And start Aikido, Tai Chi and Salsa classes for girls :P Have a swimming day for ladies all day long just as well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it and adore it :D I love moving in general (sports and stuff), so dancing is basically such a beautiful form of moving in a way harmonious with the music. A way of expressing one self physically, and just create beauty simply by moving spontaneously the way your heart desires. (I'm thinking ballet-like moves as I write this, but I love many kinds; latin, slow, eastern, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted a "Nada", but now that I know guys have that as a family name makes me think twice. I like Nirvana just bcoz of it's meaning, but it's too much for a little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined my first child as a boy :P I think Yousef is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;A little, but discarded the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not very sociable around blogs (A).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114494898063102191?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114494898063102191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114494898063102191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114494898063102191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114494898063102191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114488986088902207</id><published>2006-04-13T02:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T02:57:40.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I accidentally step into a lost paradise, or is it just the grass, greener on the other side? Is it paradise or hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114488986088902207?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114488986088902207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114488986088902207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114488986088902207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114488986088902207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-i-accidentally-step-into-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114454963475803205</id><published>2006-04-09T03:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T04:33:48.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to fake it</title><content type='html'>I never know how to do anything from 'behind my heart' as we say in Arabic. I don't know how to pretend. The best I can do is hide my feelings of care or being touched, but never the opposite, never pretend the existence of feelings that are not there, or acting like they exist. I like things natural, spontaneous, coming right out of the heart, warm and sincere. Otherwise it'd be meaningless and tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend anymore that thread is still there, intact. It had been cut and I don't know if it's possible, or if it'd do anyone any good to get it back the way it used to be. It got thinner and thinner every day. I am not free from blame for it getting thinner. I was not a good friend. I did not stand there the way you needed, the time you needed me. But I didn't quite understand you. Let's just say that things work in totally different ways inside both of us. That's why I wasn't able to get it. You never ever were able to get it just as well. You never understood me. Whenever I needed your support, all I found was sarcasm for my so assumed 'stone-heartedness' and whatever stuff you found worth making fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met other people who have helped me understand myself better than that. For the first time I was able to reach down and understand the real me. I have quite understood them so well too. I have been able to connect to them and understand how they feel. That kind of mutual understanding has increased the functioning of some 'caring' and 'giving' glands in there. It has made me feel secure enough to show that kind of care. It has made a better person out of me. Thank you my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say, but I don't deserve the labels you still stick to me. You took the scissors and made the final cut. It cut right through me, and with that cut into pieces that thread and the labels. I just don't feel it anymore. I wonder if you still do, or is it just out of duty or habit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that post was just plain cruel. I had to let it out though, knowing I can never really communicate any of that to whom it might concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114454963475803205?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114454963475803205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114454963475803205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114454963475803205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114454963475803205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know-how-to-fake-it.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to fake it'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114444595840086077</id><published>2006-04-07T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:39:18.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zehe2t</title><content type='html'>Huhh.. still sitting here since the afternoon lamma zhe2t!! I've been doing too much of those blogthings tests, while I should've been in Sheraton in the ICIT reunion (after missing the other 2 reunions for the most stupid reasons:S). I miss those people really. I wish I could've been able to make it today, was dreaming of it actually/ :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114444595840086077?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114444595840086077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114444595840086077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114444595840086077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114444595840086077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/zehe2t.html' title='Zehe2t'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114444011478842886</id><published>2006-04-07T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:01:54.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pattern Is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114444011478842886?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114444011478842886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114444011478842886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114444011478842886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114444011478842886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-pattern-is-your-brain.html' title='What Pattern Is Your Brain?'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443772530776772</id><published>2006-04-07T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:22:05.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Green Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mint Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/mint-green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations.&lt;br /&gt;You're very open and cheerful - and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life.&lt;br /&gt;Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you're ready for all of them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443772530776772?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443772530776772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443772530776772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443772530776772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443772530776772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-color-green-are-you.html' title='What Color Green Are You?'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443749377279594</id><published>2006-04-07T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:18:13.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Type of Writer Should You Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be A Poet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...&lt;br /&gt;Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.&lt;br /&gt;You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443749377279594?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443749377279594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443749377279594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443749377279594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443749377279594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/type-of-writer-should-you-be.html' title='Type of Writer Should You Be?'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443710199071515</id><published>2006-04-07T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:11:41.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Happy Are You?</title><content type='html'>Oookay, that was the exact percentage I got in a similar Tickle test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very happy person. Generally, you feel content and that all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you have a down day - but you have the ability to pick yourself right back up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443710199071515?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443710199071515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443710199071515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443710199071515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443710199071515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-happy-are-you.html' title='How Happy Are You?'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443669413817581</id><published>2006-04-07T20:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:04:54.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Factor Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low extroversion. &lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.&lt;br /&gt;A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443669413817581?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443669413817581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443669413817581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443669413817581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443669413817581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/five-factor-personality-test.html' title='The Five Factor Personality Test'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443608016797954</id><published>2006-04-07T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:54:40.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do People Envy About You?</title><content type='html'>Well that was the test name, I can't see it though as a cause for envy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443608016797954?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443608016797954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443608016797954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443608016797954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443608016797954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-people-envy-about-you.html' title='What Do People Envy About You?'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114443564554757016</id><published>2006-04-07T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:47:25.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is Your Inner Child :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443564554757016?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11271899.post-114443546241091991</id><published>2006-04-07T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:44:50.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Shortest Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443546241091991?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443546241091991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443546241091991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443546241091991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114443087047746033?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114443087047746033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114443087047746033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443087047746033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114443087047746033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/book-of-life.html' title='The Book of Life'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114442186204795381</id><published>2006-04-07T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:32:41.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless...</title><content type='html'>Sleep wouldn't come easily to me yesterday. I was too bored, came online to read more movie quotes, chatted a bit with Bareek Amal. By the time I got up it was a little after dawn. The morning light was finding its was through. I looked out of the window admiring the scene. At the very far end of the horizon stands the Mokattam hill. The street lights look so beautiful from afar. Like precious gems scattered along the horizon. Little white and orange twinkling lights, like stars shining through the milky way. I also imagined them like waves in the ocean (don't ask :P , everything 3andy takes them form of water sooner or later it seems lol). I stood there filling my chest with the morning fresh air. The birds were singing as they were starting their day... and with that I go to bed :D I try again to sleep but in vain. Thoughts are rushing through my head, trying to assess the whole past year. I feel it is truely time for a change. I can't go on like this for I don't know how long. K. once told me it's not the right way to start a change in oneself aggressively. Like telling myself.. I want to be like that (inside), then force the change upon oneself. Thinking about it, was that what I'm trying to do here? I guess not. I mean I wasn't trying to force an external change, I was merely trying to free who I am inside. I didn't even force it. I only started putting the idea in head. I do not quite know what happened after that. One wave hit me, I lost my balance and that was it. I lost count of it all. It was the catalyst that moved the whole reaction on fast forward. It's a positive thing to have a catalyst in one's life that would accelerate transformations that might take ages otherwise, but no, not a sad catalyst. I made many things linked to her, to the memory of her. Everything that happened during that period. The connections and disconnections. They have become so sacred to me, all for the memory of her. But nothing in this world is permanent. No, neither the chain reaction that was initiated back then. And I have to let go, let loose. "Expect poison from the standing water" they say. No I don't want poison in there. Purity is the one good thing I was glad to have. I cherish it and want to hold on to it no matter what. Even if it means sending all the water away. It all came too soon. Everything has a place and time, and now was simply not the time. Go back to sleep, precious one. It's not as cold as it used to be, don't fret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114442186204795381?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114442186204795381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114442186204795381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114442186204795381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114442186204795381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless...'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114441618563621043</id><published>2006-04-07T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:53:03.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A day not as boring</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was not as terrible as the day before it. It had a nice start, with Rain calling in to check after reading about all the stuff that'd been happening to me here. Grandma followed and then Suma, who was quite surprised as she didn't have the slightest idea. Umm.. my boss called too, telling me about this task he wants me to perform.. then asking me to do it on Saturday if possible!! From how my voice sounded it was quite clear I can't guarantee anything. I was able to lift my head out of bed, quite an advancement from the day before, so I logged in. I started my research about greek mythology, one certain myth I had started to write about, but realized I was unsure about some of the details. The search took me from Mythology to Salvador Dali paintings to... Freud.. All I have read or heard about the guy so far had been bits and pieces here and there, so I am not yet in position to form a complete image. Some of his conclusions really strike me. I mean poor Oedipus guy, and that Electra. I bet Ovid never suspected his heroes will ever by considered "Complexes" and for what.. I mean they didn't.. well I dunno how to put this, but Oedipus didn't even know that man he killed was his own dad and that lady was his Mum. Electra too, well her Mum killed her dad. Don't expect her to be so happy about it. It was all quite platonic, why make a big fuss out of it and transform all characters to "complexes". I really wonder how he proved his... theories. Where did he find all these people with all kinds of abnormalities, and research their backgrounds and find those common points, from where he could come out with credible conclusions. I personally prefer Jungian analysis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114441618563621043?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114441618563621043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114441618563621043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114441618563621043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114441618563621043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-not-as-boring.html' title='A day not as boring'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114437487671404805</id><published>2006-04-07T03:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:54:36.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes From Still Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0324790/"&gt;Rosalyn Willoughby&lt;/a&gt;: There are two things I always wanted to believe in but didn't dare. One is that there was one man, somewhere, who was made just for me. The other is that I just might deserve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Fletcher McBracken&lt;/a&gt;: I have this terribly archaic notion that art should be about beauty... and passion... and, well, redefining an imperfect world in a perfect way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002141/"&gt;Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother&lt;/a&gt;: I know. It's more of a curse than a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0324790/"&gt;Rosalyn Willoughby&lt;/a&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002141/"&gt;Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother&lt;/a&gt;: Being smart and what people call beautiful. I'm not bragging, but in my day I was considered quite a catch. I don't think I ever met a man I felt could outsmart me - out-think me. How those silly creatures did bore me. Oh, it does cause quite a fuss, that combination: smart and beautiful. But it's mostly in your own gut. See, the problem is, you stop believing that he *could* be out there waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0324790/"&gt;Rosalyn Willoughby&lt;/a&gt;: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002141/"&gt;Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother&lt;/a&gt;: Your true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114437487671404805?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114437487671404805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114437487671404805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114437487671404805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114437487671404805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-still-breathing.html' title='Quotes From Still Breathing'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114435646747597454</id><published>2006-04-06T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:19:20.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes From Anna And The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0157762/"&gt;Prince Chulalongkorn&lt;/a&gt;: It is always surprising how small a part of life is taken up by meaningful moments. Most often they're over before they start even though they cast a light on the future and make the person who originated them unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000334/"&gt;King Mongkut&lt;/a&gt;: When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114435646747597454?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114435646747597454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114435646747597454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435646747597454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435646747597454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-anna-and-king.html' title='Quotes From Anna And The King'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114435616041269867</id><published>2006-04-06T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:36:52.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes From Equilibrium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: You always knew. [begins to read from Yeats]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: "But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." I assume you dream, Preston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: We both know they never "go easy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: Then, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: No, you're not. You don't even know the meaning. Its just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: There's no war. No murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: What is it you think we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: No. You've been with me, you've seen how it can be - the jealousy, rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: A heavy cost. I pay it gladly. [Reaches for his gun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: When we return from the Nether it always reminds me of why we do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: It does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: [Pauses; He takes notice of Partridge's intonation] I beg your pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000293/"&gt;Partridge&lt;/a&gt;: [Withdraws Prozium-administering device from his pocket and injects himself with it.] It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001833/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;: Let me ask you something. [Grabs his hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001833/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;: Why are you alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001833/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: What's the point of your existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001833/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0171962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: Then I have no choice but to remand you to the Palace of Justice for processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001833/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;: Processing. You mean execution, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: Processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004875/"&gt;Brandt&lt;/a&gt;: Always practicing, Cleric. Maybe that's why you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: Maybe I'm just better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004875/"&gt;Brandt&lt;/a&gt;: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: I'm rearranging my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004875/"&gt;Brandt&lt;/a&gt;: You didn't like the way it was before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: I had no feelings about it. I'm merely attempting to optimize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004875/"&gt;Brandt&lt;/a&gt;: I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675730/"&gt;Father&lt;/a&gt;: Libria, I congratulate you. At last peace reigns in the heart of man. At last war is but a word whose meaning fades from our understanding. At last, we are whole. Librians, there is a disease in the heart of man. Its symptom is hate. Its symptom is anger. Its symptom is rage. Its symptom is war. The disease is human emotion. But Libria, I congratulate you, for there is a cure for this disease. At the cost of the dizzying highs of human emotion, we have suppressed its abysmal lows. And you, as a society, have embraced this cure. Prozium. Now we are at peace with ourselves and human kind is one. War is gone. Hate, a memory. We are our own conscience now, and it is this conscience that guides us to rate EC-10, for emotional content, all those things that might tempt us to feel, again, and destroy them. Librians, you have won. Against all odds, and your own natures. You, have, survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675730/"&gt;Father&lt;/a&gt;: Prozium - The great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage. Those sister impulses towards joy, love, and elation are anesthetized in stride, we accept as fair sacrifice. For we embrace Prozium in its unifying fullness and all that it has done to make us great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675730/"&gt;Father&lt;/a&gt;: Mankind united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war than he ever did in pursuit of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005171/"&gt;DuPont&lt;/a&gt;: Be careful Preston. You're treading on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005171/"&gt;DuPont&lt;/a&gt;: Wait! Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live... I, I breathe... I feel. Now that you know it... can you really take it? Is it really worth the price? [Preston sees a flash of Mary's face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;John Preston&lt;/a&gt;: I pay it gladly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114435616041269867?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114435616041269867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114435616041269867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435616041269867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435616041269867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-equilibrium.html' title='Quotes From Equilibrium'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114435418619085442</id><published>2006-04-06T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:09:46.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes From Dream For An Insomniac</title><content type='html'>There are too many mediocre things in this world to deal with, love shouldn't have to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to win, you must expect to win." Dan Fouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every action and pursuit is thought to aim at some good. The good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim." Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers." Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am now a central part of your mind's landscape whether you care or do not." Steven Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am troubled immeasurably by your eye. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain." Jim Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world. The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man." George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life can only be understood backwards." Kierkegaard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114435418619085442?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114435418619085442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114435418619085442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435418619085442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435418619085442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-from-dream-for-insomniac.html' title='Quotes From Dream For An Insomniac'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114435176505629925</id><published>2006-04-06T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:29:25.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/1600/dare2dream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5397/907/320/dare2dream1.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/11271899-114435176505629925?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114435176505629925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114435176505629925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435176505629925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114435176505629925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/dare-to-dream.html' title='Dare to dream...'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114426728850503122</id><published>2006-04-05T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:01:28.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day as a Zombie</title><content type='html'>I was planning to go to work today, but I woke up like a zombie. I was shivering in my sleep. I called at work and told them I can't make it today also... Boring day... I had plans for spending these days I was resting at home for foot injury and was planning to make good use of them. Little did I know that flu was planning to jump in. And that stomach ache.. Oh GOD!! I spent some time online then threw myself to bed. I stayed there senseless for I don't know how long. I got some phone calls from people who have heard the news. It was really nice of them. Moon called me too. She wanted us to go to el Sakia, but I didn't know how make it out of bed :S I called Grandma to check on her, since she's ill too. Before coming to write this I lay on a sofa, covering myself with a blanket. I do some crochet then feel tired and fall to sleep. I WANNA GET BETTER BA2AAAAAA !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114426728850503122?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114426728850503122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114426728850503122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114426728850503122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114426728850503122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-day-as-zombie.html' title='My Day as a Zombie'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114417544322948588</id><published>2006-04-04T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:30:43.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Stop</title><content type='html'>She gets the ball. For her that is the final catch. It isn't just a ball to her, she considers it a full stop. Yes, a full stop for the last sentence of the last section of this chapter. She has grown so exhausted from that game. She wants to learn the lesson so she was holding on till the last moment. But she has come to the end of the line now. She has learned the rules of the game, so isn't it enough? Doesn't that put an end to that chapter? "Nobody can help you if you cannot help yourself" it states. Indeed she has learned that lesson, grasped it to the fullest. The ones who care unfortunately do not have the means to. And those who do.. well she bets they wouldn't care. Please tell me she hasn't come out of this chapter empty handed. Please tell me she's not back to the very starting point again. Well, she wants to close down those bridges she had built for others to cross to her, but at least she doesn't want to rebuild the walls she once had. She doesn't want isolation no more, no quite the opposite. I guess that's a good distance away from where she had started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114417544322948588?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114417544322948588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114417544322948588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114417544322948588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114417544322948588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/full-stop.html' title='Full Stop'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114417529553998519</id><published>2006-04-04T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:35:22.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oyster</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Written almost two weeks ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little oyster decided to put an end to its isolation. It wanted to start opening up its shell. Cautiously she starts doing so, deciding this should take place only small steps at a time. Taking things gradually has been the safest way she had learnt. She starts peeping from the small opening in her shell to the vast ocean in amazement. How could she keep herself away from all that beauty for so long, she wondered! She was glad she had taken that step, yet sticking to her decision; only one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a strong wave struck the little oyster at a time when she least expected it. Her shell was hard enough to handle that kind of strong waves and keep the soft thing protected. But this time, it was not as sealed as it used to be. It had that small opening, the oyster had caused with its own hand which made the shell too weak to resist. The wave sprang the shell wide open. The oyster found such powerful currnts of water rushing in. Water is life, but it can bring death just as well. A beginning and an end it could be. She stands there, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to deal with all the new things that have invaded its soft fragile private space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114417529553998519?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114417529553998519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114417529553998519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114417529553998519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114417529553998519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/oyster.html' title='The Oyster'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114409564407779529</id><published>2006-04-03T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:20:44.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Messages in Water</title><content type='html'>I was really happy to come across this post in &lt;a href="http://thewillto.blogspot.com/2005/10/h2o.html"&gt;Haal's blog&lt;/a&gt;, being someone so deeply in love with water. I was very happy also to find these links there: &lt;a href="http://www.whatthebleep.com/crystals/"&gt;http://www.whatthebleep.com/crystals/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masaru_Emoto"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masaru_Emoto&lt;/a&gt;. I was supposed to attend a session actually about this topic in &lt;a href="http://www.serafis.net/"&gt;Serafis&lt;/a&gt;, but I was ill and couldn't go :( Anyways, I wish I could try out these experiments myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114409564407779529?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114409564407779529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114409564407779529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114409564407779529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114409564407779529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/hidden-messages-in-water.html' title='The Hidden Messages in Water'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114409195576178205</id><published>2006-04-03T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:19:15.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Love</title><content type='html'>Lately I have come across two books that discuss the meaning of Love. The first one was "The Road less taken" which discusses Love Psychology. The second one was Paulo Coelho's beautiful novel "The Zahir". There he discusses it from a spiritual perspective. Both writers try from different perspectives to discuss the nature of love; what it is and what it isn't. Being someone who "converted" from being a thinking character to a feeling character in a year and being someone with lots of questions, I found the topic quite interesting. So you know what? I guess I'll give it a shot myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the kind of feeling that you have another person inside of you. Your personal boundaries had been stretched to encompass another. You can connect to that person's feelings and emotions as if you two were one. You care deeply, may be more than you care about your own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your concerns go way beyond the self now. You connect, not only to the other, but to the whole world better, to all creations. You are more sensitive to human feelings. You can more easily reflect and share others joy and sadness. You feel like you are embracing the world inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a deep warm feeling you have that could overflow your heart. And even if your tears start falling, no matter how bitter they might taste, they are such healers. They are a sign that the water inside that little spring; the heart has started flowing out of the earth. Water is life, love and emotions and it is such a purifier. It comes out taking away any dust or impurities, ridding you of any negativity you might have, leaving you washed, as innocent as a newly born child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114409195576178205?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114409195576178205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114409195576178205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114409195576178205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114409195576178205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflections-on-love.html' title='Reflections on Love'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114408716815984349</id><published>2006-04-03T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:59:28.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The laws of love</title><content type='html'>I went sailing in the blogsphere where I came across this in La Perfuma De La Rose blog. Although I don't like the word "Laws" connected in any way to the word "Love", I do like what is being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7 Habbits of Highly Effective People:&lt;br /&gt;The Laws of Love &amp; the Laws of Life&lt;br /&gt;When we make deposits of unconditional love, when we live the primary laws of love, we encourage others to live primary laws of life. In other words, when we truly love others without condition, without strings, we help them feel secure and safe and validated and affirmed in their essential worth, identity, and integrity. Their natural growth process is encouraged. We make it easier for them to live the laws of life - cooperation, contribution, self discipline, integrity-and to discover and live true to the highest and best within them. We give them the freedom to act on their own inner imperatives rather than react to our conditions and limitations. This does not mean we become permissive or soft. That itself is a massive withdrawel. We council, we plead, we set limits and consequences. But love, regardless. &lt;br /&gt;When we violate the primary laws of love - when we attach strings and conditions to that gift we actually encourage others to violate the primary laws of life. We put them in a reactive, defensive position where they feel they have to prove "I matter as a person, independent of you". In reality, they aren't independent. they are counter-dependent, which is another form of dependency and is at the lowest end of the Maturity Continuum. They become reactive, almost enemy-centered, more concerned about defending their 'rights' and producing evidence of their individuality than they are about proactively listening to and honoring their own inner imperatives. Rebellion is a knot of the heart, not of the mind. The key is to make deposits - constant deposits of Unconditional Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114408716815984349?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114408716815984349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114408716815984349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114408716815984349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114408716815984349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/laws-of-love.html' title='The laws of love'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114408633353195211</id><published>2006-04-03T19:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:45:33.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Beyond</title><content type='html'>I have an issue with my eyes it seems.I find it hard to see things that might be right in front of me. I instantly go searching for what is beyond the apparent. I don't see what is there, but rather what could be. I guess the word "see" is inappropriate in this context. I am not sure if what I "see" truely exists hidden and I'm feeling it, or it doesn't even exist there and I'm merely imagining. Unfortunately I could easily lose connection with how things and people presently are. I imagine people's inner selves as vast huge oceans, with no limits, no ends. I don't like shallow water, but would rather jump right into the abandoned depths, dive inside, search for the treasures and hidden gems, free them, take them out to the light. A naive little girl diver I am I guess. I hope I don't go after a mirage, or drown in the ocean in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114408633353195211?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114408633353195211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114408633353195211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114408633353195211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114408633353195211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/looking-beyond.html' title='Looking Beyond'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114407161916165799</id><published>2006-04-03T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:40:19.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Mots (English Translation)</title><content type='html'>Fixedly, the sky twists&lt;br /&gt;When the mouth generates a word&lt;br /&gt;I would give my whole life just to hear you&lt;br /&gt;Speaking the the most tender words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all becomes all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd break my life for a song&lt;br /&gt;And two lives, that's to tomorrow's smile&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But a fraction of this life&lt;br /&gt;I will give anything, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe has its mysteries&lt;br /&gt;The words are our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could kill a life with words&lt;br /&gt;Soul, how would it feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our lives are so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Words are mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, feelings&lt;br /&gt;Words of love, a temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I swept the world away&lt;br /&gt;What could touch the universe&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how the sun rose high&lt;br /&gt;We could with a word become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all these words which wound&lt;br /&gt;There are those which we cherish&lt;br /&gt;Those that illuminate, that touch the infinity&lt;br /&gt;Even if nothing exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fraction on this life&lt;br /&gt;I will give anything, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe has its mysteries&lt;br /&gt;The words are our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could kill a life with words&lt;br /&gt;Soul, how would it feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our lives are so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Words are mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, feelings&lt;br /&gt;Words of love, a temple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114407161916165799?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114407161916165799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114407161916165799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114407161916165799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114407161916165799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-mots-english-translation.html' title='Lets Mots (English Translation)'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114407011314504068</id><published>2006-04-03T14:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:15:13.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Captive</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a dull day. I woke up with such a pain in my feet to start with. I have been 'bastahbel' for too long. The poor thing started hurting Thursday before last, but I didn't wanna give up and get some rest. I continued walking, jogging, swimming till it wasn't able to take it anymore last Wednesday. Only then I decided it DOES need some rest. I still went shopping with Mum on Thursday, went to gradnma on Friday and attended my graduation party on Saturday (I kept going here and there and jumping around in the latter :S). So it was its natural right to give me so much pain on Sunday morning, may be I would a7ess 3ala dammy and give it a break. Taurus are known for their patience and ability to endure (for me endure physical pain only), but that's not always a good thing, and I'm a living proof for that I guess. All the games I used to play before didn't work anymore; tiptoeing, dragging it along, "a3rog"... It still hurt so painfully. Soooo with that I went to work :D and what a wonderful day at work it was. I sported that sad face all day. Beside being in pain, I was too scared. I don't wanna have to stop the activities that I do. They are the main (may be the only) joy in my life currently. I wake up with a smile only for the promise I will do one of that stuff during the day. Huh.. anyways the day passed somehow. I was supposed to go to Chillis with my work mates, but instead I just said hello then went to the Emergencies doctor straight. He told me not to play any form of sports for the coming two weeks :S Yet he told me I can go to work (which I realized was impossible since I truely can not step on the ground without feeling so much pain). Anyways, I got back to my sad blog. I haven't been spending much leisure time on browing the internet or posting here since I was trying to 'live' instead of reading and writing about life ('Live' here means sports, friends and Sakiet El Sawy). But guess what.. being captivated at home, in my seat I guess "Reema" will get back to its old habit. It started with downloading Celtic and French songs yesterday and posting some of their lyrics and.. researching.. umm.. the nature of love. YES philosophy again! :P I guess that might be the main theme of my blabbering here for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114407011314504068?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114407011314504068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114407011314504068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114407011314504068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114407011314504068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-captive.html' title='Home Captive'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114406818604951685</id><published>2006-04-03T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:00:01.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy and Football</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I remembered this discussion with K yesterday. He was saying how eveyone has a refuge that helps him escape his problem. He gave football and its players as an example, and celebrity obsession in general. I started thinking about my own refuge. Since giving up the Backstreet Boys obsession at the age of 18 I guess I was never interested in anything of that kind. I do not know if it is appropriate to compare this to that, but I was wondering if I subconsciously use philosophy and psychology for that purpose myself, as a hiding place?! I mean, instead of mentioning the problem in its very simplistic form I keep philosophising about it. I make it a universal issue, think about it in its most general terms instead of focusing on the specific case of my own self. Not only that, but I get the Sun and the Moon into the issue, not to mention awakening lady Venus from her sleep. Lots and lots of talking about earth, water and fire.. and.. and.. and.. bringing more and more sophistication into my world and my issues... instead of solving them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114406818604951685?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114406818604951685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114406818604951685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114406818604951685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114406818604951685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/philosophy-and-football.html' title='Philosophy and Football'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114402142154315908</id><published>2006-04-03T01:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:43:41.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Mots</title><content type='html'>Mylene Farmer et Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;Fixement, le ciel se tord&lt;br /&gt;Quand la bouche engendre un mot&lt;br /&gt;Là, je donnerais ma vie pour t'entendre&lt;br /&gt;Te dire les mots les plus tendres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;When all becomes all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd break my life for a song&lt;br /&gt;And two lives, that's to tomorrow's smile&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But a fraction of this life&lt;br /&gt;I will give anything, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;L'univers a ses mystères&lt;br /&gt;Les mots sont nos vies&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;We could kill a life with words&lt;br /&gt;Soul, how would it feel&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;Si nos vies sont si fragiles&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;Words are mysteries&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;Les mots, les sentiments&lt;br /&gt;Les mots d'amour, un temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;If I swept the world away&lt;br /&gt;What could touch the universe&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how the sun rose high&lt;br /&gt;We could with a word become one&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pour tous ces mots qui blessent&lt;br /&gt;Il y a ceux qui nous caressent&lt;br /&gt;Qui illuminent, qui touchent l'infini&lt;br /&gt;Même si le néant existe&lt;br /&gt;M.F. &amp; Seal:&lt;br /&gt;For a fraction on this life&lt;br /&gt;I will give anything, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;L'univers a ses mystères&lt;br /&gt;Les mots sont nos vies&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;We could kill a life with words&lt;br /&gt;Soul, how would it feel&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;Si nos vies sont si fragiles&lt;br /&gt;Seal:&lt;br /&gt;Words are mysteries&lt;br /&gt;M.F.:&lt;br /&gt;Les mots, les sentiments&lt;br /&gt;M.F. &amp; Seal:&lt;br /&gt;Les mots d'amour, un temple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114402142154315908?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114402142154315908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114402142154315908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114402142154315908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114402142154315908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/les-mots.html' title='Les Mots'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</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-11271899.post-114401739529866423</id><published>2006-04-03T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:36:35.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Et si tu n'existais pas...</title><content type='html'>Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais.&lt;br /&gt;Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi,&lt;br /&gt;Sans espoir et sans regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts&lt;br /&gt;Naître les couleurs du jour.&lt;br /&gt;Et qui n'en revient pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais.&lt;br /&gt;Des passantes endormies dans mes bras&lt;br /&gt;Que je n'aimerais jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne serais qu'un point de plus&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va,&lt;br /&gt;Je me sentirais perdu,&lt;br /&gt;J'aurais besoin de toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi comment j'existerais.&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais faire semblant d'être moi,&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne serais pas vrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas,&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je l'aurais trouvé,&lt;br /&gt;Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi,&lt;br /&gt;Simplement pour te créer&lt;br /&gt;Et pour te regarder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271899-114401739529866423?l=zeealien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/feeds/114401739529866423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271899&amp;postID=114401739529866423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114401739529866423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271899/posts/default/114401739529866423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeealien.blogspot.com/2006/04/et-si-tu-nexistais-pas.html' title='Et si tu n&apos;existais pas...'/><author><name>Katara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17689649361310897767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
