<?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-12593387</id><updated>2012-02-13T15:06:09.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life -One day at a time...</title><subtitle type='html'>A cozy place for myself...For the days that I want to share my feelings and my thoughts and for the days that I need to know how I felt and thought in the past.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-5382485146564585204</id><published>2012-01-25T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:39:12.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2-day vacations</title><content type='html'>We just realized that a short trip to Niagara can be pretty damn refreshing.Good to know....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toronto weather has been amazing this winter. Most of the times , I have been able to walk (short distances) in my shirt without wearing a coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to -40 ? global warming might know the answer?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5382485146564585204?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5382485146564585204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5382485146564585204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5382485146564585204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5382485146564585204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-day-vacations.html' title='2-day vacations'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2476576850611789154</id><published>2012-01-17T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:32:11.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution for New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Surprisingly, my new resolution in the year of 2012 has nothing to do with what I thought I should do in 2012.   It started by noticing the fact that I do not notice how serious I think of my problems and how my mind always generates a halo of complexity around a problem which may not be as complex as it looks all or may not be as important as I take it. I have always followed the advice of scholars and have tried to apply what they have had to say. One of the major guidelines of my life has been the following Einstein quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#003399;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language: EN-CA"&gt;“Problems cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.”     Albert Einstein &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;However, my understanding of the above quote was that to solve a problem effectively, one must built a higher level of thinking in which the problem can be analyzed by all its related elements. A creative mind may – silently –   add a few unreasonable elements to such problem and make it a more complex and complicated problem. There is no proof that complex problems can be only solved by solutions that are more complex than these problems.  Therefore, even complex problems may have simple solutions. A thinker who sees the problem the way that the problem is and tries to find the simplest yet most effective way of dealing with it is what I call a “Happy Thinker”.  One of my main resolutions in the year of 2012 is to understand/adopt and apply this method if thinking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2476576850611789154?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2476576850611789154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2476576850611789154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2476576850611789154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2476576850611789154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolution-for-new-year.html' title='Resolution for New Year'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2217033035598333671</id><published>2011-12-09T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:14:16.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsetting situation...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to write down about few things that are really bothering me right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alex is taking a lot of my mind and I just don't know the consequences of not having him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I wish there was an easy way to get a replacement for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I really want to find another Alex for us but it just seem impossible right now as we have other priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maybe these are the last  few years that we are struggling for these things.  I came to work and I was already really tired. The whole night I was thinking about what Ifs !  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to imgfave, "Make me think" collection and saw tens of them to see if they can make me feel better . I guess it's my defense mechanism towards annoying feelings. I feel a bit better now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope in few years, when I check this post again, I see our life at a different stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Alex: You were kind to us and we will always remember you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2217033035598333671?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2217033035598333671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2217033035598333671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2217033035598333671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2217033035598333671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/12/upsetting-situation.html' title='Upsetting situation...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6315593324419732372</id><published>2011-10-20T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:13:09.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a very busy week in Maryland and Virginia...on my way to Washington Dulles Airport I witnessed one of the worst thunderstorms that I have ever seen, It was pretty much the kind of tropical storms that I saw in Mexico. Due to crazy weather situation, our flight had almost 4 hours delay and I got to Toronto really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some related pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w2RcZCl7tY/TqA6bnuHOSI/AAAAAAAAASg/1MIrihkmqO0/s1600/lansdowne_resort_recreation_leesburg_virginia_unitedstates.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w2RcZCl7tY/TqA6bnuHOSI/AAAAAAAAASg/1MIrihkmqO0/s320/lansdowne_resort_recreation_leesburg_virginia_unitedstates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665592577425357090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5gxyUKL248/TqA6bXDn90I/AAAAAAAAASY/PGr12OojnRk/s1600/Lansdowne_Town_Center_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5gxyUKL248/TqA6bXDn90I/AAAAAAAAASY/PGr12OojnRk/s320/Lansdowne_Town_Center_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665592572952180546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L50L9FcIQJw/TqA6bOoQOII/AAAAAAAAASQ/3AxYTVzRBqg/s1600/Lansdowne_Town_Center.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L50L9FcIQJw/TqA6bOoQOII/AAAAAAAAASQ/3AxYTVzRBqg/s320/Lansdowne_Town_Center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665592570689894530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOAYgRDiQb0/TqA6a2LHyAI/AAAAAAAAASA/4VpPWPjY-1o/s1600/600x600_1265130568172-LansdowneResort010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOAYgRDiQb0/TqA6a2LHyAI/AAAAAAAAASA/4VpPWPjY-1o/s320/600x600_1265130568172-LansdowneResort010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665592564125255682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6315593324419732372?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6315593324419732372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6315593324419732372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6315593324419732372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6315593324419732372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/10/washington-dc.html' title='Washington D.C'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w2RcZCl7tY/TqA6bnuHOSI/AAAAAAAAASg/1MIrihkmqO0/s72-c/lansdowne_resort_recreation_leesburg_virginia_unitedstates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3265467346352058862</id><published>2011-10-04T15:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:55:18.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing left to go wrong .............</title><content type='html'>These days, I'm often bothered with a mixture of sad or rather unwanted feelings. so far, I wonder if all these feelings are caused by real factors or some are simply just made by my creative imagination. (creative in creating problems that do not really exist or may not happen! ) . Another reason could be the fact that I have heard at least one shocking news every other day.... the only good thing is soon there will be nothing left and of course nothing can go wrong when there is nothing left ....... It all reminds me of this amazing quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where should I go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To right , wherer there is nothing left....&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;br /&gt;To left, where there is nothing right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3265467346352058862?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3265467346352058862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3265467346352058862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3265467346352058862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3265467346352058862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-left-to-go-wrong.html' title='Nothing left to go wrong .............'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7371613414070673166</id><published>2011-09-21T10:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:06:55.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will stay with you tonight</title><content type='html'>I will stay with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Keep you safe from all you hide&lt;br /&gt;All we were was just a dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here our past is left behind&lt;br /&gt;Now our paths are intertwined&lt;br /&gt;All we were and all we’ll be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now…) I’ll keep it all alight&lt;br /&gt;When there’s nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;When you’re far beyond the waves&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you air…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Keep you safe from all you hide&lt;br /&gt;All we were was just a dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lives we’ve lived til now&lt;br /&gt;All this beauty that surrounds&lt;br /&gt;All we were and all we seek…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now…) I’ll keep it all alight&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you find the way&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you are nowhere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep it all alight&lt;br /&gt;When there’s nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;When you’re far beyond the waves&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you air…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:  Marcus Schossow &amp; Andy Duguid feat. Emma Hewitt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7371613414070673166?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7371613414070673166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7371613414070673166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7371613414070673166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7371613414070673166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-will-stay-with-you-tonight.html' title='I will stay with you tonight'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-1169401325338429479</id><published>2011-07-07T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:41:43.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth - An unfair Place</title><content type='html'>We all know the eveloution theory and we know that It's about the survival of the fittest and not the survival of the best. well that indicates that life is all about survival and it's easy to imagine that survival is all about competition. Hence a massive competiton is going on and since we are not all identical, we have to use our given power and features to compete better. This effor makes the world and unfair place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1169401325338429479?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1169401325338429479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1169401325338429479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1169401325338429479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1169401325338429479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/07/earth-unfair-place.html' title='Earth - An unfair Place'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-1262904628774313276</id><published>2011-06-15T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:59:51.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Past few weeks......Mean of the mean is the mean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! past few weeks have been very very crazy for me as I have had a very busy work-related life and also a lot of assignments for STATS. A fast-track course in statistics requires one assignment every thursday while each assignment takes between 10 to 15 hours. Anyhow , tomorrow will be the end of it and I'm counting seconds for 10:00 pm when I hand-in my paper. For today, I will be reviewing "Statistical siginificane", "Interval estimates for Mean and population proportion", z and t distribtutions, normal and binomial distribution. Continues and Discrete r.vs and hypothesis testing and the mean of the sample mean which is the mean and it is mean to mean that you don't know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o7XDizIaE/TfkO_AYqDcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LBhtGk4rsoM/s1600/350px-The_Normal_Distribution_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618538485719371202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o7XDizIaE/TfkO_AYqDcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LBhtGk4rsoM/s400/350px-The_Normal_Distribution_svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1262904628774313276?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1262904628774313276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1262904628774313276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1262904628774313276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1262904628774313276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/06/past-few-weeksmean-of-mean-is-mean.html' title='Past few weeks......Mean of the mean is the mean...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o7XDizIaE/TfkO_AYqDcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LBhtGk4rsoM/s72-c/350px-The_Normal_Distribution_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-5964805042120521084</id><published>2011-04-15T08:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:00:49.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The amazing art of writing has seen its height in this book. Like a brook that sings its songs to your soul, each of its unveling sermons preaches unique ideas that satisfies human hunger for the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wj-oWs75SOM/TahA7GLbMhI/AAAAAAAAALM/OLdfdtWbEEs/s1600/kahlilGibran_TheProphet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793921022833170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wj-oWs75SOM/TahA7GLbMhI/AAAAAAAAALM/OLdfdtWbEEs/s320/kahlilGibran_TheProphet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5964805042120521084?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5964805042120521084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5964805042120521084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5964805042120521084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5964805042120521084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/prophet.html' title='The Prophet'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wj-oWs75SOM/TahA7GLbMhI/AAAAAAAAALM/OLdfdtWbEEs/s72-c/kahlilGibran_TheProphet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3446194285575380388</id><published>2011-04-12T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:22:58.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with Exams+....</title><content type='html'>Wow..Finally, one of the best feelings in the world is to feel free from obligations...Past few weeks has been really crazy in my life and I have not been able to focus on my hobbies which is a bit sad....but I had no other options. I had to arrange so many things and moreover than anything, exams and assignments were driving me crazy. last night I wrote the exam for Organization Behavior which was my last FW2010-2011 course. Looking up to summer for more research and I have an appoinment with Grad School director in the coming week.. It paves my way for the future... (fingers crossed)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3446194285575380388?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3446194285575380388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3446194285575380388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3446194285575380388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3446194285575380388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/04/done-with-exams.html' title='Done with Exams+....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-9175198807490127470</id><published>2011-03-05T03:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:49:45.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany Trip</title><content type='html'>We came to Germany last week as we were visiting CeBIT. We had a flight from Toronto to Munich and another one from Munich to Hannover. We met a nice German family and they invited us to their AMAZING small town called Heidesheim. WE WILL NEVER FORGET THIS CITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are going to London, UK and from there we will go to Sheffield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-9175198807490127470?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/9175198807490127470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=9175198807490127470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/9175198807490127470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/9175198807490127470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/03/germany-trip.html' title='Germany Trip'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3781839700385603667</id><published>2011-01-27T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:28:59.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A snapshot of my life in 27 Jan 2011</title><content type='html'>Started working on a replication at 8:30 AM and have been busy since then. I don't know if I was ready for this much load but I got to handle it anyway. This week, starting Saturday (a trip to colocation for 8 hours) was one of the worst weeks of my life so far. Living in a IT war zone, have seen attacks from almost anywthere. From team members to customers . School also had made sure that I get enought problems. Two assignments were appointed this week and I have to wrap them up before i head to Germany. Anyhow, that's what is it for now and I got to deal with it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3781839700385603667?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3781839700385603667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3781839700385603667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3781839700385603667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3781839700385603667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2011/01/snapshot-of-my-life-in-27-jan-2011.html' title='A snapshot of my life in 27 Jan 2011'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3449251269558158411</id><published>2010-11-07T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:10:39.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges of Business</title><content type='html'>Looking at the recent business catastrophes and corruptions, one must ask that what’s going on in our business sector.  While the general belief indicates that with so many business experts and MBAs in the market, business health should be improved, evidences and stats show otherwise. Business corruption is not a new product and has been around for centuries.  To understand the underlying reasons that cause business corruption we should   examine components that are affecting business in general.  One these elements are established and definitions are stabilized, we can see their impact on business growth or failure.&lt;br /&gt;Every business at one point or another is dealing with internal and external factors. These factors are divided to three group of General, Specific and Internal.  “General environment”, as an external factor and being the widest one, is the part that consists of six key forces. We can say that all businesses are almost equally exposed to these general factors. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Economic forces (downsizing, bankruptcies, recession, boom, exchange rates, interest rates)&lt;br /&gt;2. Political forces ( New regulations, de-regulations , border regulations)&lt;br /&gt;3. Competitive forces (pure competition, monopoly, oligopoly)&lt;br /&gt;4. Technological forces &lt;br /&gt;5. Global forces (9-11, SARS, Hurricanes, Trade agreements such as NAFTA , climate change)&lt;br /&gt;6. Societal forces (societal norms, values, ethical beliefs, demographic changes)&lt;br /&gt;The second group of elements which are closer to the kernel of business is the “specific group” . This group consists of parties and groups that have a direct influence on the business.  Here are the most important parties:&lt;br /&gt;• Customers&lt;br /&gt;• Suppliers&lt;br /&gt;• Labor pool &lt;br /&gt;• Competitors&lt;br /&gt;• Unions &lt;br /&gt;• Resellers/Agents/Distributes&lt;br /&gt;• Local public &lt;br /&gt;• Media &lt;br /&gt;• Local and federal Government &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group sometimes is called “Stakeholders environment”. This becomes more clear when stakeholders are defined as “individuals or groups with whom business interacts and who have a stake , or vested interest in the business” . &lt;br /&gt;The third group, which contains elements insides the organization is called “Internal environment” . Three major parties that form the internal environment are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- People – People Management&lt;br /&gt;2- Business strategy&lt;br /&gt;3- Business Structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business and social responsibility: &lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that every business’s primary goal is to provide goods and services in a profitable manner.  Although a lot of business efforts are focused on fiscal activities, there is a societal aspect of the business that some companies fail to provision.  This aspect consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Environmental issues&lt;br /&gt;• Bribery and corruption&lt;br /&gt;• Workplace condition&lt;br /&gt;• Product liability&lt;br /&gt;• Political influence &lt;br /&gt;• Ethical issues &lt;br /&gt;Despite the old and common belief that business and ethics are not heavily interrelated, the recent trend indicates that there is a demand from society for businesses to act ethically. With the growth of media and its coverage, a lot of ethical or unethical behaviors of business have been exposed to the public and has resulted in a dramatic change in society-business relation.  Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) refers to those obligation and responsibilities of an organization that goes beyond the production of good/services and acting within the legal framework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3449251269558158411?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3449251269558158411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3449251269558158411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3449251269558158411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3449251269558158411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/11/challenges-of-business.html' title='Challenges of Business'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-233445433156130998</id><published>2010-09-20T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:51:55.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-by-day execution...</title><content type='html'>It seems to be better when you try to make the best of everyday. Have been doing it lately and it sounds better to me. Not a very big fan of long-term schedules. Well the goals and hobbies have to be clear, however it feels more practical if you focus on execution of each day separately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-233445433156130998?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/233445433156130998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=233445433156130998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/233445433156130998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/233445433156130998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-by-day-execution.html' title='Day-by-day execution...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7863632234302385352</id><published>2010-08-05T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:33:39.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>No matter how great my math get,I still can't calculate the amount that I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7863632234302385352?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7863632234302385352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7863632234302385352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7863632234302385352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7863632234302385352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2352932472337650188</id><published>2010-07-20T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:38:06.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/TEX7C4JMbEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u3kGRGBr42Q/s1600/1266712715143026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/TEX7C4JMbEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u3kGRGBr42Q/s320/1266712715143026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496074947124816962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2352932472337650188?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2352932472337650188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2352932472337650188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2352932472337650188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2352932472337650188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-quote.html' title='Amazing Quote'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/TEX7C4JMbEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u3kGRGBr42Q/s72-c/1266712715143026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-7642227755238486278</id><published>2010-05-22T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:52:49.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know where to find me....</title><content type='html'>A very nice trance song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlounger Ft Kyler England – Change Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me, it feels so real&lt;br /&gt;then the daylight comes, off you run, and i don’t know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;there’s a fire underneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;but it’s getting old, out here in the cold, ’cause you won’t let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you hold me, i can hear your heart&lt;br /&gt;beating loud and clear, without fear, but you chose a moment that we part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i could fly, baby we could be so high if you just let go&lt;br /&gt;but you’re too busy keeping two feet on the ground and keeping one hand on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind, baby&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i could fly, baby we could be so high if you just let go&lt;br /&gt;but you’re too busy keeping two feet on the ground and keeping one hand on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind (it feels so real)&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind (when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;when you change your mind, baby&lt;br /&gt;you know where to find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7642227755238486278?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7642227755238486278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7642227755238486278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7642227755238486278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7642227755238486278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-where-to-find-me.html' title='You know where to find me....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-8419787578668593405</id><published>2010-05-18T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:34:23.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Propositional Logic....∃xP ( x )  and ∀xP ( x )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8419787578668593405?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8419787578668593405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8419787578668593405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8419787578668593405'/><link 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S-MWua1HlYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oxwlFGGg7MI/s400/1242759948713168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468239359289824642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this is exactly what I'm doing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7034350638606378994?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7034350638606378994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7034350638606378994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7034350638606378994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7034350638606378994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-this-is-exactly-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S-MWua1HlYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oxwlFGGg7MI/s72-c/1242759948713168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-1938787620074105995</id><published>2010-04-16T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:34:06.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for time...</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for sometime now to see if i can get any extra time to spend it on my hobbies and favorites. so far, nothing good has happened. I found it easier to look at one day and trying to make the best of it rather than looking at a month or a week. Will see if i can make the best of each day. Will write it down here in a week or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i came across a very deep quote from Einstein:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As our circle of knowledge expands, so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gota learn alot of things from the above quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1938787620074105995?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1938787620074105995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1938787620074105995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1938787620074105995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1938787620074105995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/04/looking-for-time.html' title='Looking for time...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2560437097978608665</id><published>2010-03-16T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:37:24.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Math and loving it....</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my dear professor Dr. Eli Brettler.I'm now involved with mathematical perspectives and it seems to be really relaxing... it just makes sense and it really does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy to have this new point of view... You should be a number to feel and understand the touch of mathematical expressions on your shoulder... You can be 2 , you can be 4 , you can be -1 . Whatever you are, be something special. Live and love the way that life as an expression deals with you.. leave yourself in its hands and for sure it will take you away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2560437097978608665?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2560437097978608665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2560437097978608665' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2560437097978608665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2560437097978608665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/03/math-and-loving-it.html' title='Math and loving it....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-6752047203754993254</id><published>2010-03-03T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:44:05.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Quote---Unknown author....</title><content type='html'>I will never say anything that couldn’t stand as the last thing I ever say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6752047203754993254?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6752047203754993254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6752047203754993254' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6752047203754993254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6752047203754993254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-quote-unknown-author.html' title='Amazing Quote---Unknown author....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-2161808396724106577</id><published>2010-02-04T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:39:31.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A mind that is stretched by a new experience</title><content type='html'>Being busy with a lot of open projects at work and school has made me a bit tired. I get off work and have to go to school. I finish an exam at school and I have to deal with a tight deadline at work.  Sometimes, I want to “pause” what’s going on around me and go and walk for couple of hours. I need to get my thoughts organized and defragged. I feel a subtle touch of fear in missing deadlines or missing important tasks. I’m always repeating/reviewing my Todo’s list in an effort to prevent any missed task. I hope I can stretch my mind over all these tasks and get to a level where I can handle&lt;br /&gt;Multi- Multi -tasking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Oliver Wendell Holmes puts:  A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2161808396724106577?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2161808396724106577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2161808396724106577' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2161808396724106577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;American History X&lt;br /&gt;Bee Movie&lt;br /&gt;Blod and Bone&lt;br /&gt;Bolt&lt;br /&gt;Bride Wars&lt;br /&gt;Brüno&lt;br /&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;Crash&lt;br /&gt;Date Night&lt;br /&gt;Dinner for Schmucks&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;br /&gt;Face Off&lt;br /&gt;Fast &amp;amp; Furious&lt;br /&gt;Felon&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;br /&gt;From Paris with love&lt;br /&gt;Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;Get rich or die trying..&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;br /&gt;GOODFellas&lt;br /&gt;Green Zone&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter - All&lt;br /&gt;Hancock&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That into You&lt;br /&gt;Horton Hears a Who!&lt;br /&gt;How to Lose Friends &amp;amp; Alienate People&lt;br /&gt;how to tame your dragon&lt;br /&gt;Idiocracy&lt;br /&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;Invention of Lying.&lt;br /&gt;James Bond&lt;br /&gt;Jaws&lt;br /&gt;Knocked Up&lt;br /&gt;Legends of the Fall &lt;br /&gt;Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole &lt;br /&gt;Léon&lt;br /&gt;Love Happens&lt;br /&gt;Machete &lt;br /&gt;Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;Memento&lt;br /&gt;Munich&lt;br /&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;br /&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian&lt;br /&gt;Ocean 11,12,13&lt;br /&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;br /&gt;Paul Blart: Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;Paycheck (2003) &lt;br /&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;br /&gt;Proposal&lt;br /&gt;Phonebooth&lt;br /&gt;Quantum Of Solace&lt;br /&gt;Remember Me&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Lion&lt;br /&gt;Sideways&lt;br /&gt;Sin City&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 1,2,3 , Final Chapter&lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;div&gt;Training Day&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;The Fast And The Furious-Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;The Fighter&lt;br /&gt;The Girlfriend Experience&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover&lt;br /&gt;The Happening&lt;br /&gt;The Illusionist&lt;br /&gt;The International&lt;br /&gt;The Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;The NoteBook&lt;br /&gt;The Rumor has it&lt;br /&gt;The Thornbird&lt;br /&gt;The Pianist&lt;br /&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;The Sea Inside&lt;br /&gt;The Unthinkable&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 3D&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Air&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie&lt;br /&gt;WALL·E&lt;br /&gt;Wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Crasher&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome..&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;br /&gt;Zack and Miri Make a Porno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5553380196853402100?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5553380196853402100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5553380196853402100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5553380196853402100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5553380196853402100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-reminder-for-myself-about-movies.html' title='Just a reminder for myself'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-287118942363982369</id><published>2010-01-21T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:48:58.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesiëm-- Britannia</title><content type='html'>Angelus O Britanicus&lt;br /&gt;Angelicus deus&lt;br /&gt;Aurora musis amica&lt;br /&gt;Britannia sacra&lt;br /&gt;Angelus O Britanicus&lt;br /&gt;Angelicus deus&lt;br /&gt;Aurora musis amica&lt;br /&gt;Britannia sacra&lt;br /&gt;You’re my heart, you’re my soul and my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Sailing ship on the ocean of mean.&lt;br /&gt;Battlefields filled with blood and with pain,&lt;br /&gt;but I still hold your flag without shame&lt;br /&gt;Want your love …&lt;br /&gt;Get your pain …&lt;br /&gt;Angelus O Britanicus&lt;br /&gt;Angelicus deus&lt;br /&gt;Aurora musis amica&lt;br /&gt;Britannia sarca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-287118942363982369?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/287118942363982369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=287118942363982369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/287118942363982369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/287118942363982369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesiem-britannia.html' title='Lesiëm-- Britannia'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-2607971672389917270</id><published>2010-01-17T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:45:19.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise day. _ JAN 17</title><content type='html'>Promise day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2607971672389917270?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2607971672389917270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2607971672389917270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2607971672389917270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2607971672389917270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2010/01/promise-day-jan-17.html' title='Promise day. _ JAN 17'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7626222401985375787</id><published>2009-12-09T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:44:54.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirens of the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/Sx-pxSot_0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8yyZhokwDYI/s1600-h/Siren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/Sx-pxSot_0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8yyZhokwDYI/s200/Siren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413231941403934530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me, follow me yeah let's go &lt;br /&gt;To the sand, to the sand, the purest sand &lt;br /&gt;Into the sea, into the sea yeah let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out beyond the water's edge&lt;br /&gt;Far out past the coral bench&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the diamond dancing lights&lt;br /&gt;Chase the world from far below&lt;br /&gt;Silence sleeping in the glow&lt;br /&gt;Drifting down into the endless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my hand yeah take my hand &lt;br /&gt;Follow me, follow me yeah let's go &lt;br /&gt;To the sand, to the sand, the purest sand &lt;br /&gt;Into the sea, into the sea yeah let's go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving reason far behind &lt;br /&gt;Nothing here is cruel or kind &lt;br /&gt;Only your desire to set me free &lt;br /&gt;Let us lie here all alone &lt;br /&gt;Worn away like river stone &lt;br /&gt;Let us be the sirens of the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCEAN LAB-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7626222401985375787?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7626222401985375787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7626222401985375787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7626222401985375787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7626222401985375787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sirens-of-sea.html' title='Sirens of the sea'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/Sx-pxSot_0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8yyZhokwDYI/s72-c/Siren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-280815976119971335</id><published>2009-12-02T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:01:52.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss YOU</title><content type='html'>I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;waiting the whole life for you...&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and i need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining when i left and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the trees.. \i see how my love for you has grown and how it has thousands of versions ... nevertheless, the root is still the same simple fact that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you in thousands ways..in thousands miles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK/Shieffield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-280815976119971335?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/280815976119971335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=280815976119971335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/280815976119971335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/280815976119971335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss YOU'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6727629225512842987</id><published>2009-11-05T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:11:34.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifest your life...</title><content type='html'>Sa(lman+ra) will work on a new task which will be manifesting our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet we will learn so many new things about eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6727629225512842987?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6727629225512842987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6727629225512842987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6727629225512842987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6727629225512842987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/11/manifest-your-life.html' title='Manifest your life...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-773701079936008051</id><published>2009-11-02T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:03:35.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Data Transfer Log...</title><content type='html'>Start Point: Data to be transferred :(Tuesday, April 01, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stored in the DB : 5192 GB &lt;br /&gt;Data on the session: 5000 GB &lt;br /&gt;Ongoing Traffic : Approx ~ 2000 GB/M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Monday, Nov 02, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stored in the DB : 25500 GB &lt;br /&gt;Data on the session: 2000 GB &lt;br /&gt;Ongoing Traffic : Approx ~ 3000 GB/M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-773701079936008051?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/773701079936008051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=773701079936008051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/773701079936008051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/773701079936008051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/11/data-transfer-log.html' title='Data Transfer Log...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-1888195298453045190</id><published>2009-11-02T09:18:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:06:15.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder for myself about the TV series...</title><content type='html'>1) HIMYM --&gt; End of Season 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S885OjMbQHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMwT6eJIi1c/s1600/Himym-how-i-met-your-mother-1261795_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462647795152011378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S885OjMbQHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMwT6eJIi1c/s400/Himym-how-i-met-your-mother-1261795_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The office --&gt; Up to end of season 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S885lM7q7hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b8GgvPh9gjY/s1600/the-office-cast-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648184313146898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S885lM7q7hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b8GgvPh9gjY/s400/the-office-cast-1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) 24 --&gt; Up to end of Season 5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648583306020738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S8858bS_B4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mtjmdEUGJZQ/s400/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Friends --&gt; Completed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462649348919303138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S886o_bam-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z34LW9zMBPs/s400/friends-season.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The big Bang Theory --&gt; up to end of season 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462650585949793266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S887w_ud6_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WBz2-bRw3fg/s400/bigbang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;6) Gossip Girl --&gt; End of Season 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462650909360607938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S888D0hnUsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-yuiqHKkxwg/s400/Gossip-Girl-gossip-girl-1694739-1024-768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7) Two and a Half Men --&gt; End of Episode 15 of Season 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462651183564663666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S888TyA9K3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BStG_JWguY8/s400/twoandhalfmen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8) Entourage --&gt; End of Season 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462651323856524162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S888b8pJE4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/IXjY3fZtTQE/s400/Entourage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S887EwmHKCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8gKlat3pV-I/s1600/bigbang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9) 30 Rock --&gt; End of Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S_VrgLs8NyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yt_YDnBr8BQ/s1600/30rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S_VrgLs8NyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yt_YDnBr8BQ/s320/30rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473399122779977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10) It's always sunny in Philadephia --&gt; End of Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/TFlpmPzjt3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ScF7eZSBIU4/s1600/its-always-sunny-in-philadelphia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/TFlpmPzjt3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ScF7eZSBIU4/s320/its-always-sunny-in-philadelphia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501544525608499058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1888195298453045190?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1888195298453045190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1888195298453045190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1888195298453045190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1888195298453045190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-reminder-for-myself-about-tv.html' title='Just a reminder for myself about the TV series...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/S885OjMbQHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMwT6eJIi1c/s72-c/Himym-how-i-met-your-mother-1261795_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-8405680572716114340</id><published>2009-10-26T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:00:04.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Business administration</title><content type='html'>It takes so much effort and work to make a successful business. Not knowing that, can make you work 24 * 7 and not even achieving half of your goals . You should stand up for your goals and it's hard but fruitful. Made a decision long time ago but never had a chance to dedicate my energy for it. It's excellent implementation of Information Technology. It's IT with the highest possible EXCELLENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8405680572716114340?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8405680572716114340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8405680572716114340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8405680572716114340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8405680572716114340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-administration.html' title='Business administration'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-8537509798668547617</id><published>2009-09-03T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:40:13.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A place like hell........</title><content type='html'>In my imagination, hell should be something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your plane crashes into a beautiful island where there is no one else, you know that you will have to stay there for years till someone finds you. You have got all the food you need for couple of years and plus, you have got a laptop with with an atomic battery (it will last long for couple of years), you have got a satellite-based Internet connection (don't ask me how!). You turn on your laptop, during the boot you see "BSOD" (Blue screen of death) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8537509798668547617?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8537509798668547617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8537509798668547617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8537509798668547617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8537509798668547617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/09/place-like-hell.html' title='A place like hell........'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5155136369548312538</id><published>2009-09-01T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:11:00.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry about getting done</title><content type='html'>"If I spent as much time doing the things I worry about getting done as I do worrying about doing them, I wouldn't have anything to worry about."&lt;br /&gt;-- Beryl Pfizer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5155136369548312538?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5155136369548312538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5155136369548312538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5155136369548312538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5155136369548312538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/09/worry-about-getting-done.html' title='Worry about getting done'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-8348671522871530281</id><published>2009-07-19T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:00:27.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>Why don`t you kidnap me for all time sake?&lt;br /&gt;And I`ll come breaking to your house again.&lt;br /&gt;I know you love it when I show you that I really care.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so safe when I`m lying up your favourite chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a new day&lt;br /&gt;A new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don`t I break all of the rules we made?&lt;br /&gt;Why don`t you throw me in the pool just like that day?&lt;br /&gt;We used to stay up so very, very late,&lt;br /&gt;We used to play our favourite songs until the first sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ark5Sw5CTho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8348671522871530281?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8348671522871530281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8348671522871530281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8348671522871530281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8348671522871530281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3493943221152289297</id><published>2009-06-28T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:52:05.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of feelings...</title><content type='html'>It's a strange stage when your feelings are constantly affected by your daily life.  let's put it this way: Stating a day assuming that it will be a great day and you know that you have taken care of everything that is related to you and therefore it will be a fine day.  Nevertheless, as time goes by, you realize that the day is not going as you have planned. why? because,  others have their own impact on your day. They may change its direction, lighten up or even make it a not-so-perfect day. Well you may say we should not let others to do so and I really want to accept it but, the problem underlying this topic is that you don't want to ignore other's feeling. Long time ago when i was involved in some NLP courses, we learned how to pass everyday's facts through pre-defined filters  so you may totally change the meaning of a fact and make it more pleasant. The question that I have been struggling with is that how one can define the Quality of communication in a conversation.  Is there any Best, worst, average case ? if there is , what are the figures?  Your conversations with your close friends and your life's key people should not become a hassle. I hope that i can find a reliable solution for this issue as it's becoming very annoying lately. So annoying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3493943221152289297?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3493943221152289297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3493943221152289297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3493943221152289297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3493943221152289297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/06/mixture-of-feelings.html' title='Mixture of feelings...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5419736897823661010</id><published>2009-02-05T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:43:12.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its complexities....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SYtdaSrWYDI/AAAAAAAAADA/tZ0fbaA6kBQ/s1600-h/Escher_hands_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SYtdaSrWYDI/AAAAAAAAADA/tZ0fbaA6kBQ/s200/Escher_hands_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432092803162162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are so many things that can go wrong and trust me if they can (even with 0.1% possibility), they will go wrong. Not being able to realize what has been happening for past few days, I have a very creepy feeling. I just don’t understand my thoughts and moreover I can not even make any sense of them. Just like an accident that puts the victim in a shocking position, I have been wounded  by the high volume of different things and different feeling that I have been experiencing.  I’m left with the hope to see and experience what I was considering as “Happiness”. The mind, itself and its logical analysis remain quite amazed with what heart and feeling can do to human’s body and soul.   The soul, despite its meta-physical nature, can still cause a sensible/touchable kind of pain. So far, I can almost assure myself that there are a lot of hidden , but direct, connections between heart and soul and soul and mind. One should put the order as follow: You see things or hear things that you should not (because you know that they will affect you in a very bad way) , your heart will receive an “Unhappy” signal from your senses. It will pass the complain to your mind and mind will start complaining about some other semi-related issues. And when they see that no one cares, they both, at the same time and in an endless effort try to bother the soul. Soul , with a lot of capacity, starts receiving all the negative signals and soon will become overwhelmed. When soul reaches its limits and passes the pre-defined thresholds, (based on your previous experiences and also mindset and moreover the average of the market!) , it will start sending a lot of “Unhappy” signals to your heart and mind. Well, as you can probably predict, the story gets back to its beginning and starts all over again. We can call it an “infinite loop.”  Cone and help me here. It’s your part to sit and imagine the rest of the story and if you get chance, drop me a line if you know of any solution that will send you out of this infinite loop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5419736897823661010?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5419736897823661010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5419736897823661010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5419736897823661010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5419736897823661010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-its-complexities.html' title='Life and its complexities....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SYtdaSrWYDI/AAAAAAAAADA/tZ0fbaA6kBQ/s72-c/Escher_hands_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-2095962138487312389</id><published>2008-12-09T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:32:35.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy like hell........</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy for past few months that I even forgot that I might need to rest a little bit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2095962138487312389?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2095962138487312389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2095962138487312389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2095962138487312389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2095962138487312389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-like-hell.html' title='Busy like hell........'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2429779569612411579</id><published>2008-10-30T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:32:00.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Too Far</title><content type='html'>You can sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;But still you will be tired&lt;br /&gt;You can stay as cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;But still you won't find peace&lt;br /&gt;With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind&lt;br /&gt;With you I feel I'm just spending wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;It's always one step too far&lt;br /&gt;One step too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk too far&lt;br /&gt;But still you won't be found&lt;br /&gt;You can look down on the world&lt;br /&gt;But still you won't find love&lt;br /&gt;You won't find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only with mellow &lt;br /&gt;Are you thin enough to slide through.&lt;br /&gt;If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt,&lt;br /&gt;They would immediately go out. &lt;br /&gt;One swallow don't make a summer,&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow has to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Only with mellow &lt;br /&gt;Are you thin enough to slide through.&lt;br /&gt;Only with mellow &lt;br /&gt;Are you thin enough to slide through.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let nothing ride you&lt;br /&gt;Only with mellow &lt;br /&gt;Are you thin enough to slide through.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let nothing ride you&lt;br /&gt;One swallow don't make a summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;It's always one step too far&lt;br /&gt;One step too far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2429779569612411579?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2429779569612411579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2429779569612411579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2429779569612411579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2429779569612411579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-step-too-far.html' title='One Step Too Far'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-8717958023456426561</id><published>2008-10-18T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:56:01.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so many beautiful things...</title><content type='html'>Got up early, found something's missing&lt;br /&gt;my only name.&lt;br /&gt;No one else sees but I got stuck,&lt;br /&gt;and soon forever came.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped pushing on for just a second, &lt;br /&gt;then nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I this time, where's my name&lt;br /&gt;I guess it crept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's calling for me at the door.&lt;br /&gt;And unpredictable won't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And silently gets harder to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;Just let it go, what now can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I might see,&lt;br /&gt;So many beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I might need,&lt;br /&gt;to find out what life could bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;God won't waste this simplicity on possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling&lt;br /&gt;this trace of blame.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen still I thought I could stop,&lt;br /&gt;now who's gonna wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's calling for me at the door.&lt;br /&gt;and unpredictable won't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and silently gets harder to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;just let it go, what now can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many beautiful things...&lt;br /&gt;so many beautiful things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do&lt;br /&gt;can I change my mind&lt;br /&gt;did I think things through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once my life&lt;br /&gt;it was my life at one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Tiesto feat Andain - Beautiful Things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8717958023456426561?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8717958023456426561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8717958023456426561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8717958023456426561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8717958023456426561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-many-beautiful-things.html' title='so many beautiful things...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-9161796357829971153</id><published>2008-09-23T08:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:37:20.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles And Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SNji--Ya9VI/AAAAAAAAABE/WgpQCZ6KrIM/s1600-h/milesnadmiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SNji--Ya9VI/AAAAAAAAABE/WgpQCZ6KrIM/s320/milesnadmiles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249194937225508178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time can fade away&lt;br /&gt;there seems too much to say &lt;br /&gt;we stumble through the day miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;my heart cannot divide this feeling deep inside &lt;br /&gt;how far from fear I lied miles and miles &lt;br /&gt;still standing by this wall no sign of tears to fall &lt;br /&gt;as long as you will call miles and miles &lt;br /&gt;I search where love can grow and watch where bitter flow &lt;br /&gt;am not afraid I know miles and miles ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schiller feat. Moya Brennan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-9161796357829971153?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/9161796357829971153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=9161796357829971153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/9161796357829971153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/9161796357829971153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/09/miles-and-miles.html' title='Miles And Miles'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/SNji--Ya9VI/AAAAAAAAABE/WgpQCZ6KrIM/s72-c/milesnadmiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3517541547623293433</id><published>2008-09-12T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:38:39.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking Clocks</title><content type='html'>Lights go out and I can’t be saved &lt;br /&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against &lt;br /&gt;Brought me down upon my knees &lt;br /&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out if things aren’t said &lt;br /&gt;Shoot an apple off my head &lt;br /&gt;And a, trouble that can’t be named &lt;br /&gt;Tigers waitin’ to be tamed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion never stops &lt;br /&gt;Closing walls and ticking clocks &lt;br /&gt;Gonna, come back and take you home &lt;br /&gt;I could not stop that you now know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out upon my seas &lt;br /&gt;Curse missed opportunities &lt;br /&gt;Am I, a part of the cure &lt;br /&gt;Or am I part of the disease &lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares &lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares &lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Clocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3517541547623293433?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3517541547623293433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3517541547623293433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3517541547623293433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3517541547623293433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/09/ticking-clocks.html' title='Ticking Clocks'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3108026624773771046</id><published>2008-08-30T02:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:53:13.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a long night is tonight....</title><content type='html'>I'm walking alone in this dark nigh  and I can think of so many things..&lt;br /&gt;I can think of all the things that I wanted to have...&lt;br /&gt;I can think of all the happy times that I was hoping to have...&lt;br /&gt;I can think of those nights that brought me into this condition...&lt;br /&gt;It was last year, when in few nights, I changed a huge path .... &lt;br /&gt;I changed the path of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a better, happier, nicer, kinder life and tonight, here I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one knows, i know that it takes a huge risk to love without knowing the end...&lt;br /&gt;But a lover , takes this risk, A lover does a lot for his/her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do it for your love... Your love goes beyond all the logical theories which we have made. This love passes all the bridges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a pure love to play the game of love. A game , in which you may be the winner only if you play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining and I know something important. It has been always raining during most important moments of my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should never forget that : It's in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3108026624773771046?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3108026624773771046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3108026624773771046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3108026624773771046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3108026624773771046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/08/such-long-night-is-tonight.html' title='Such a long night is tonight....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6978905811044297897</id><published>2008-07-02T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:36:18.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Love You -</title><content type='html'>I don't want you to give what you don't have &lt;br /&gt;Don't make a vow that you can't keep &lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to change your positions &lt;br /&gt;Don't hang around just to please me &lt;br /&gt;But I have one request &lt;br /&gt;and if you don't think it`s senseless &lt;br /&gt;let me give you something else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Free of all rituals, nothing habitual &lt;br /&gt;Something you can save your teeth into &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.. &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Free of where have you been &lt;br /&gt;Freedom what's take command &lt;br /&gt;Something you can fall right back into &lt;br /&gt;My love for you &lt;br /&gt;my love for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go deep if you need to &lt;br /&gt;I won't draw a line that fronts against you &lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back if you are afraid to &lt;br /&gt;A sensual sin is what awaits you &lt;br /&gt;But i have one request &lt;br /&gt;and if you don't think it`s senseless &lt;br /&gt;let me give you something else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Free of all rituals, nothing habitual &lt;br /&gt;Something you can save your teeth into &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Let me love you &lt;br /&gt;Free of where have you been &lt;br /&gt;Freedom let's take command &lt;br /&gt;Something you can fall right back into &lt;br /&gt;My love for you &lt;br /&gt;my love for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song/lyric : Schiller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6978905811044297897?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6978905811044297897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6978905811044297897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6978905811044297897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6978905811044297897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me Love You -'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7586204068071463861</id><published>2008-05-12T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:29:27.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This time, FOR GOOD,,</title><content type='html'>This time, FOR GOOD,, &lt;br /&gt;For YOUR GOOD, MY GOOD, and OUR OWN GOOD... I realized...&lt;br /&gt;I trust in me,, I know you would too..&lt;br /&gt;I trust u, I trust myself...&lt;br /&gt;So let's fly and make the sky of this icy city , a sunny one forever and ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u.. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in US .. We make the best out of every moment, every movenent and we enjoy it until eternity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7586204068071463861?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7586204068071463861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7586204068071463861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7586204068071463861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7586204068071463861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-time-for-good.html' title='This time, FOR GOOD,,'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3784195092640627229</id><published>2008-05-06T23:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:40:25.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in me</title><content type='html'>When you chose to sail away&lt;br /&gt;Now take a seat and stay forever&lt;br /&gt;And make me stop counting the dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I heard you're doing well&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know how that feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me - after all&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me - and hear me call&lt;br /&gt;There's a world behind these walls that I just need to see&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that had been shattered&lt;br /&gt;Disappears without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found what really matters, yeah&lt;br /&gt;After you had gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you had been doing well&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hide behind a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me - after all&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me - and hear me call&lt;br /&gt;There's a world behind these walls that I just need to see&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATB....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3784195092640627229?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3784195092640627229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3784195092640627229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3784195092640627229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3784195092640627229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/05/believe-in-me.html' title='Believe in me'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-4747027650971870056</id><published>2008-04-03T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:05:17.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Above and Beyond.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/R_ViozdsYRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHxdHvMbeL0/s1600-h/356473999_6ae8fa9e67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/R_ViozdsYRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHxdHvMbeL0/s200/356473999_6ae8fa9e67.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185158999136035090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping sideways, silver stars collide&lt;br /&gt;And fade away just like our love that died&lt;br /&gt;And there is nowhere in this universe to hide&lt;br /&gt;From you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wrestled with angels all my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s always the haloes and the wings that keep you blind&lt;br /&gt;And if I’d fought with all the strength I held inside&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be out here&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be standing alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be standing alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight, just like the western star I’m sinking&lt;br /&gt;The angels curse me blind with straight and crooked thinking&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight, just like the western star I’m sinking&lt;br /&gt;The angels curse me blind with straight and crooked thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-4747027650971870056?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4747027650971870056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=4747027650971870056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4747027650971870056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4747027650971870056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/04/above-and-beyond.html' title='Above and Beyond.....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/R_ViozdsYRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHxdHvMbeL0/s72-c/356473999_6ae8fa9e67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3107651606728949699</id><published>2008-04-01T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:56:27.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st April - New Day - New Age - New Habbit -</title><content type='html'>It was at my birthday that I realized something has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside. I remember that I used to be a succesfull Manager (backhome) and I used to deal with 800 students and 40 personnels. Well, that was 5 years ago. Now, things are changed. I travelled from a developing country and I started a new life in North America--which from many aspects is much more developed that where I used to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to adopt myself with this new culture and enviornment, I knew that it's a time-consuming process. It's an evolution and needs time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel that I can start. Well, i haven't started yet. I'm now planning for an start and that should happen soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have started to count the minutes before I start. When I start, I see that goal will be achieved....It was easy last time, for sure, it will easier this time. I have all my expriences with me. Now it's time for a little bit more fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start Point: Data to be transferred :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stored in the DB : 5192 GB &lt;br /&gt;Data on the session: 5000 GB &lt;br /&gt;Ongoing Traffic : Amprox ~ 2000 GB/M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep updating this  data transfer log&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3107651606728949699?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3107651606728949699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3107651606728949699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3107651606728949699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3107651606728949699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-april-new-day-new-age-new-habbit.html' title='1st April - New Day - New Age - New Habbit -'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7212336432519208227</id><published>2008-03-13T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:45:35.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern office technologies: hassle or relief?</title><content type='html'>Have computers given us more time to spend on our hobbies or have they stolen our peace of mind and increased our discomforts and difficulties in the workplace? Computers and information systems, Internet, public networks, and modern communications are key elements of a widespread and evolving phenomenon that can be called “Digital Evolution”. This dominating phenomenon is permeating to every aspect of our lives and will continue to change society and by extension the workplace. From the beginning of this evolution, we were told that Information and Communication Technology (ICT) was invented to simplify our work-life and decrease the complexity of our daily tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although ITCs have increased the speed of processes and automated many challenging and complex procedures, at the same time they have caused a variety of problems that never existed before. In some places such as IT companies, where IT technologies are playing a critical role, human and computer interaction can be very stressful. In this human-to-computer interaction, it is the computer that will not rest, will not feel, and will not succumb to stress. The anxiety and tension caused by ITC is not what we were promised and advertised by the media. Ads in newspapers and magazines, commercials on TV, and giant posters on billboards all brag about how perfect technology is and often conceal the disadvantages that ITC and ITC alone can bring along. &lt;br /&gt;   In contrast to public media, scientific researchers are more conscious about advantages and disadvantages of innovative and modern technologies. If the major goal of ICT is to assist people with their difficulties and consequently decrease their stress level, this goal has not yet been accomplished. In fact, ICT is causing far more anxiety and tension than helping us pave our way to an easy and stress-free life.  &lt;br /&gt; According to the 2000 General Social Survey (GSS) of Statistics Canada, nearly 60% of Canadian workers have used computer in their workplace. Moreover, a comparison between GSS 2000 and GSS 1993 shows a 100% growth in the usage of computers and modern technologies at the workplace. In spite of the fact that ITC requires operational skills, its fast growth has caused a tremendous demand for people and organizations to increase their computer and IT skills. In most places, people are expected to know how to operate computers, printers, advanced phones and digital devices. Emails, internet-based communications, and online meetings and presentations are now part of our daily tasks. In an atmosphere that companies and organizations are tightly competing for technological advantages by adopting new ICTs, workers frequently find themselves being surrounded by new technologies and devices that require technical knowledge and skills. In such a demanding environment, “Survival of the fittest” can be read as “Survival of the most-skilled”. In view of the fact that acquiring computer and IT skills is a challenge, it has become a nightmare for a vast number of workers. In fact, a significant amount of workplace stress is associated with the need to learn new ITC skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all the anxiety generated by ITCs, technical failures are not any of help to our hectic lives.Companies and organizations are relying on new technologies so much so that computers and digital systems are taking the control of information flow and business directions. In such environment, computers are the corner stone of communication and procedures.  This means that if a technical problem occurs, a huge part of an automated process will fail and this failure causes many consequences such as loss of data, delay or failure in projects, passing deadlines, etc. Each one of the mentioned issues can be held responsible for an immense amount of stress in the work place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an IT manager for an IT-based company, I have seen a huge difference between practical and theoretical point of views in IT industry. In theory, we always consider the bright part in which computers and digital devices   behave logically and productively. Well, that is not the case when it comes to reality. Implementation of modern technologies can be more complex than what we often see in our estimates and designs, and therefore their consequences can go beyond our predictions. Computers and information technologies are changing our today’s life style and shaping our future. If we were to compare our lives with those of our parents, we would realize that we are experiencing a much harder life and a busier age than they did so without relying on all these sophisticated technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman Pourmajidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7212336432519208227?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7212336432519208227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7212336432519208227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7212336432519208227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7212336432519208227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/03/modern-office-technologies-hassle-or.html' title='Modern office technologies: hassle or relief?'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-4335267837423284385</id><published>2008-01-30T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:02:51.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how many mistakes?</title><content type='html'>how many mistakes? how many times? how many times should i feel like shit because of other's performance? how many fucking times should i hate my self because of other's perfromance? I hate work group. It's nothing but a shame for those they understand better than the others in a team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-4335267837423284385?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4335267837423284385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=4335267837423284385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4335267837423284385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4335267837423284385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-many-mistakes.html' title='how many mistakes?'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3168722906135505005</id><published>2008-01-25T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:37:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quote</title><content type='html'>Robert Herrick in "Noble Numbers" says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this world is another planet's hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3168722906135505005?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3168722906135505005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3168722906135505005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3168722906135505005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3168722906135505005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/01/nice-quote.html' title='Nice Quote'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-3416344241988295375</id><published>2008-01-17T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:43:35.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD?</title><content type='html'>No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness. &lt;br /&gt;Aristotle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3416344241988295375?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3416344241988295375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3416344241988295375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3416344241988295375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3416344241988295375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/01/mad.html' title='MAD?'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-4367396688475351341</id><published>2008-01-11T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:15:33.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind failure</title><content type='html'>"nil moror defeciendum; sciam me conatus esse"&lt;br /&gt;(I don't mind failure ; I will know myself to have tried - Oneiros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-4367396688475351341?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4367396688475351341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=4367396688475351341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4367396688475351341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4367396688475351341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-mind-failure.html' title='I don&apos;t mind failure'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2679888262124634992</id><published>2007-11-30T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:37:42.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Prince</title><content type='html'>When I first read the Little Prince, I was 14 and since then, I read it every year. It's amazing how the meaning of this book has been changed everytime that I have read it. Everytime, I have found new examples matching with what the story is talking about and it seems that the whole society is making more mistakes as time goes by. Each year , I find more struggles, more issues, more complexities and less global happiness. Where are we going? I don't know if anyone knows but i bet even leaders have no idea either. one question that the answer matters a lot is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many sunshine have you seen in the past few weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noooooooo, you can't blame the cloudy sky.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2679888262124634992?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2679888262124634992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2679888262124634992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2679888262124634992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2679888262124634992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-prince.html' title='Little Prince'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6773912416094499966</id><published>2007-11-26T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:02:33.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust in what you said....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6773912416094499966?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6773912416094499966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6773912416094499966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6773912416094499966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6773912416094499966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-trust-in-what-you-said.html' title='I trust in what you said....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5621748476498584386</id><published>2007-10-22T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:23:46.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That hurts.....</title><content type='html'>When we are always together..&lt;br /&gt;when we know how much we love eachother...&lt;br /&gt;when we see that everything in our life is better when we are together....&lt;br /&gt;when you see that I really love you...&lt;br /&gt;when I know that you really love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you turn your face.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you ...............&lt;br /&gt;I wish you ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts when you............ &lt;br /&gt;That makes me sad when you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the night, Cold are my hands, cold is my heart....&lt;br /&gt;I keep the pain and no one would know... no one knows, not even you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to see me, but , but , you decided not to talk to me... that hurts...&lt;br /&gt;I keep the pain and no one would know... no one knows, not even ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5621748476498584386?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5621748476498584386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5621748476498584386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5621748476498584386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5621748476498584386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-hurts.html' title='That hurts.....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-1599944111170425359</id><published>2007-10-14T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:42:38.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice days</title><content type='html'>These days are nice days. I have what I want and I can gain what i need.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days. I'm calm and no one bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days. My life is the product of my own development and almost no external power is managing it.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days.   I live in a lovely city which makes our life easier.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days.  Because You are with me and I do everything possible to keep you forever.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days.   Because you are mine and mine and mine.&lt;br /&gt;These days are nice days and will be nice forever, as long as you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globespan.com/tours/singletoronto/toronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350" src="http://www.globespan.com/tours/singletoronto/toronto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, my darling, Thanks for bringing all this happiness into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will be thankful forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa(lman+xx)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1599944111170425359?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1599944111170425359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1599944111170425359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1599944111170425359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1599944111170425359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-days.html' title='Nice days'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5242906962967203773</id><published>2007-08-03T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:00:17.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I need you….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;In the whole world, I have no one to get back to if you are not with me……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;In all my nights, I have no moon in the sky if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;In all my life, I have no happiness if you are not with me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;All my dreams will be nightmares if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Oh my heart, it will be broken if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Oh my hands, they will be craving for your sense if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;MY body, my soul, they hate me if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I need you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;EVERYTHING that I have will be gone if you are not with me….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5242906962967203773?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5242906962967203773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5242906962967203773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5242906962967203773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5242906962967203773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-need-you.html' title='I need you.....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6643105112136945902</id><published>2007-07-22T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:11:07.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my declaration</title><content type='html'>This is my declaration for the true love that I have found. Your respect for my love and personal life is highly appreciated and I believe those they really like me, like to see me happy and successful. Again I thank you all for understanding this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Salman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6643105112136945902?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6643105112136945902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6643105112136945902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6643105112136945902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6643105112136945902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-declaration.html' title='This is my declaration'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7869233675257148225</id><published>2007-07-08T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:39:06.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in heaven</title><content type='html'>You woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;You called my name.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hands..&lt;br /&gt;You kissed my lips...&lt;br /&gt;You were in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;You put your head on my shoulder.....&lt;br /&gt;You held me tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the best we could....&lt;br /&gt;And I was in heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7869233675257148225?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7869233675257148225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7869233675257148225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7869233675257148225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7869233675257148225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day-in-heaven.html' title='Another day in heaven'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2314134840293717058</id><published>2007-07-06T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:21:43.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me that you know</title><content type='html'>Antoine De Saint-Exupery is the author of the best book that I have ever read&lt;br /&gt;“Little princes”. He says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“True love begins when nothing is looked for in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to my real, true, endless love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know that I’m your lover…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know that I have been in love with you…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know that I’m your Romeo….&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I’m your faithful lover…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know If you ever ask me, nothing is beyond me….&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know that you will be mine…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you will be with me till end of life, till end of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come to me and let me see your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Please Come to me, My eyes are in love with your face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look at your face for years and years….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I was looking at the sky and there was no sun , there was no moon, there was no happiness and I was alone….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you have accepted my love…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you have accepted my heart…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you have accepted my soul…&lt;br /&gt;Tel me that you have accepted my hands….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there would be no way to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there would be no sun, no moon, no night, no day….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I’m yours…&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you have accepted my life….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2314134840293717058?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2314134840293717058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2314134840293717058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2314134840293717058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2314134840293717058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/07/tell-me-that-you-know.html' title='Tell me that you know'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-98478753985700788</id><published>2007-07-02T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:43:01.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life I want to live forever…..</title><content type='html'>Your hands are close to me…..&lt;br /&gt;I can smell your smile…..&lt;br /&gt;I can look at your eyes forever…&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your voice, your heavenly voice…..&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss your lips….&lt;br /&gt;I can touch your body…&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your soul…&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss your smile…&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heartbeat…&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you breathing….&lt;br /&gt;I can be with you longer than time&lt;br /&gt;I can be yours longer than time&lt;br /&gt;We can be together for more than centuries….&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for more than one life…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, again if you are here forever……….&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving in heaven forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-98478753985700788?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/98478753985700788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=98478753985700788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/98478753985700788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/98478753985700788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-life-i-want-to-live-forever.html' title='This is the life I want to live forever…..'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3035974125656856691</id><published>2007-06-30T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:13:25.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke you up....</title><content type='html'>I was looking at you when you were leaving and I knew that I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I spent all my evening with you, I knew I will miss you in few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;You were on your way back home when I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my family but  I was alone. My shoulders were asking for you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating for you. My sould was craving for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first moment that I found, I called you and woke you up. Your voice brought me happiness. Oh honey, I wish you were here, I would hold you tight forever. I wish you were here, you are my love, you are my love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3035974125656856691?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3035974125656856691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3035974125656856691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3035974125656856691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3035974125656856691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-woke-you-up.html' title='I woke you up....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-6727385521583688591</id><published>2007-06-28T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:33:14.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you more than anything in my life</title><content type='html'>Honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I love you more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I need you more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there would be no me, there would be no happiness, there would be no life, there would be no light.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my world will be dark forever. Thanks for coming to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-6727385521583688591?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6727385521583688591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=6727385521583688591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6727385521583688591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/6727385521583688591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-you-more-than-anything-in-my.html' title='I need you more than anything in my life'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-8886400956138440135</id><published>2007-06-26T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:54:22.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the only one…..</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for some one special, some one extra ordinary, some on exceptional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that one day, you would come through my door and I knew that this would happen to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would fall in love and you knew that you would fall in love….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I have waited for so long but I didn’t know that you would be waiting for so long too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that my heart is really kind , but I never knew that there is a kinder heart too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that your heart is kind, but I didn’t know that your heart is the kindest one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we can change everything, but I never knew we can do it without changing our self….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I will be yours but I was only hoping if you could be mine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that your are mine and you are the only one….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-8886400956138440135?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8886400956138440135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=8886400956138440135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8886400956138440135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/8886400956138440135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-only-one.html' title='You are the only one…..'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5629721933942533562</id><published>2007-06-21T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:49:57.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2:00 AM here in Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's 2:00 AM here in Toronto. You are not here but you are in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking at the sky and its clouds. I can see the moon light …..&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same moon that I was watching few hours ago when I was sitting close to you. Still it’s there. I know that somewhere in this city, you are thinking about me. I look at the moon, I hope you can see the moon too. It’s waiting for us to reach it. If I were with you, we could go to sunset beach and then we could look at the moon. You know that over there, I will have two moons to look at.&lt;br /&gt;I choose the one that is closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me, I don’t need anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you wherever you lead me.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your heart’s guest for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will be lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be with……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, your eyes, your soul and your body…&lt;br /&gt;One day, soon, they will be mine…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I neeeded, All i need, all i will need&lt;br /&gt;is you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman ... 2:00 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5629721933942533562?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5629721933942533562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5629721933942533562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5629721933942533562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5629721933942533562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/200-am-here-in-toronto.html' title='2:00 AM here in Toronto'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-7788957010263813800</id><published>2007-06-18T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:52:56.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s hard to believe that sometimes, some people come to your heart faster than you can track them. They come faster than you can love them or even faster than you can like them. It was a quiet afternoon when I realized that my heart is taken. It was so fast that it didn’t let me to be prepared for it. It was fast because it was not happening through regular senses. I didn’t fall for an ordinary feeling. It was an extra-ordinary feeling that took control of my heart. Shall I name it Love? If this is love, what were all other feelings that I had before and named them love? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’m confused because I searched my experiences, other’s experiences with this hope to find out what this feeling is…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The more I searched; more I found out that this is not a regular and known feeling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will write more about if I find more about it but don’t expect that much … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7788957010263813800?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7788957010263813800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7788957010263813800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7788957010263813800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7788957010263813800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-days.html' title='These Days....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-5240606046457896950</id><published>2007-06-08T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:50:10.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the morning sun proclaim</title><content type='html'>People like me think that everything in this world can be addressed by the power of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;People like me want to analyze each movements they make. People like me never like the change. They don't want the risk. They don't want to lose anything, but you know what , I lost what I was worry to lose. Why? simply because I was so selfish. Because I wanted to observe my feelings. Because I was looking for an applicable formula for happiness. Happiness is the first thing that you lose in your way to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness can not be found in complexity.  There is a simpler way to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to think less and do more. I want to enjoy my life and this is my desire.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not burned with my desires. I like to do them and that's why I trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust what i like and i like what I trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed by:&lt;br /&gt;A semi-happy-in-changing-procedure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salman&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-5240606046457896950?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5240606046457896950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=5240606046457896950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5240606046457896950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/5240606046457896950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-morning-sun-proclaim.html' title='Let the morning sun proclaim'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-2526852523510645804</id><published>2007-05-26T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:05:41.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Beach....</title><content type='html'>It was spring in the Air and I was happy. I was really happy, my dear f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt; was standing close to me and we were at sunset beach. There was no sunset, but there were nice stars and I could see the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to rank the moon in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look at you for years and years....&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take you away from whatever that was bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share my happiness with me since i was really happy. I didn't want to loose a minute or even a seconds. We walked, we talked , we laughed , we ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-2526852523510645804?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2526852523510645804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=2526852523510645804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2526852523510645804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/2526852523510645804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunset-beach.html' title='Sunset Beach....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-4820879393938073692</id><published>2007-05-23T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:34:11.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her voice.....</title><content type='html'>I was alone, I was looking at the sky and I was whispering loneliness when she called my name. &lt;br /&gt;Blue skies, these white clouds, Toronto and its nice weather in May, her voice and all she says, her friendly attitudes, they are nice, they are my little reasons to be happy. They may look small, but they make big differences.  Good friend is rare to find and hard to keep. It requires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; and understanding. As a nice quote says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-4820879393938073692?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4820879393938073692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=4820879393938073692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4820879393938073692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4820879393938073692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/05/her-voice.html' title='Her voice.....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-1585558670318790294</id><published>2007-04-19T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:04:34.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream last night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/RiglixEdnSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1FxgCXaOoE/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055331860941217058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/RiglixEdnSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1FxgCXaOoE/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dream, you were mine and I was yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were mine longer than time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at your eyes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kissing your smile....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was smelling your skin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was holding your hands....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was whispering your name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was spring in the air and we're together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were running, We were the sunshine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the soul of the world ... the world of happiness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was holding your hands, i was looking at your eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a new world, a brand new world , the world that i was looking through your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a better world, it was a kinder world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skies were smiling at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile, it's the last thing that i remember, your eyes were closed and when I reached my hand to touch your face, you opened your eyes, you opened your eyes and ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, The Sun was shining in my eyes ......... Sunrise..... Your Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-1585558670318790294?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1585558670318790294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=1585558670318790294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1585558670318790294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/1585558670318790294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title='I had a dream last night.'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/RiglixEdnSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D1FxgCXaOoE/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-3432135927547074869</id><published>2007-03-03T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:54:13.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dancing with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037927945164295762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/RepQxieIDlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AAsO5blmc88/s320/ea4ef9.gif" width="568" border="0" /&gt;I was looking at the moon, i was dancing with you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-3432135927547074869?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3432135927547074869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=3432135927547074869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3432135927547074869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/3432135927547074869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-dancing-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m dancing with you'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/RepQxieIDlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AAsO5blmc88/s72-c/ea4ef9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-4521877425387915822</id><published>2007-02-25T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:42:22.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To reach your smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/ReI6qcxvERI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yl0DdDz5_hA/s1600-h/54141091_IMG_5560_am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035651834307350802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/ReI6qcxvERI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yl0DdDz5_hA/s200/54141091_IMG_5560_am.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here. I’m alone and I’m thinking about you. Out of this my room’s window, there are hundreds of couples those they, hand in hand, walk along each other. They shape the snow by their foot prints. I’m sitting close to the window. Behind a window that opens my eyes to the rest of the world. A world, which will be mine, when I own you. I look at the sky, I can imagine that your eyes are looking at me. You simile I can see that sky similes. This sky would be a kinder one, if you were sitting close to me when I was looking at that. I imagine my favorite dream, in that dream; you come to me in a nice and gentle blue dress. You call my name and I enjoy your soft and tender voice. I look at my nights; they are all waiting for you. I look at my arms, they beg your presence.&lt;br /&gt;I open the window; I reach my hand out to reach the sky, to reach your smile….. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-4521877425387915822?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4521877425387915822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=4521877425387915822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4521877425387915822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/4521877425387915822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-reach-your-smile.html' title='To reach your smile'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtU7CxW_WO4/ReI6qcxvERI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yl0DdDz5_hA/s72-c/54141091_IMG_5560_am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-7106201625528313826</id><published>2007-02-16T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:31:29.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For each forgotten kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For each forgotten kiss&lt;br /&gt;For all the memories&lt;br /&gt;For all the times alone&lt;br /&gt;Said all we had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played your part so well&lt;br /&gt;A modern Romeo&lt;br /&gt;You came on Cupid's wings&lt;br /&gt;And then you flew away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;But you left me in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Forever in your arms&lt;br /&gt;For every hour spent&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the revery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke your promises&lt;br /&gt;No shame and no regrets&lt;br /&gt;You burned the bridges too&lt;br /&gt;An endless mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;My name...&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;My name...&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;But you left me in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;My name...&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my face&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'm burned with desire&lt;br /&gt;But you left me in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-7106201625528313826?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7106201625528313826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=7106201625528313826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7106201625528313826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/7106201625528313826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-each-forgotten-kiss.html' title='For each forgotten kiss'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-117037500474738903</id><published>2007-02-01T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:21:54.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad Salman, a very SAD ONE!!</title><content type='html'>Each and every one of us, has his/her own issue. It's life which is playing with us. In the world of illusions, we just see what we have to see.We just play, What the director of life has decided for us to play. I know that it's sad but it's true. There are some moments in the life that we are just behind a glass, we see, it makes us sad, we want to change it, we reach our hand out to touch it, to change it. Our hands hit the glass and it hurts. it really does. We can see, we can feel, We can't change. It's hard to see when a man cry, when a real man cry. When a real man, which is basically capable of doing anything, can not do anything. When human with all its complex and advanced knowledge can not do anything. Who can stand this sadness? We can't do anything..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just some simple part of this life, it's the director of this life which gives us roles to play. If the role is over, we are over too ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Salman, A very SAD one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-117037500474738903?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/117037500474738903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=117037500474738903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/117037500474738903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/117037500474738903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad-salman-very-sad-one.html' title='A sad Salman, a very SAD ONE!!'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-116941299088174113</id><published>2007-01-21T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:58:40.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know we could live tomorrow ......</title><content type='html'>It's cold around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's night here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and all its stars are dancing with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we could live tomorrow but I want to live today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say if we would be here tomorrow ? Who can say what we should or what  we shouldn't do today? I know we could live tomorrow but I want to live today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait. No execuse, no sorrow, no hassle. I live today, I know what I want to do, and I know that I can do it. I'm going to do it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we could do that tomorrow..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-116941299088174113?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/116941299088174113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=116941299088174113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116941299088174113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116941299088174113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-we-could-live-tomorrow.html' title='I know we could live tomorrow ......'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-116941271769734511</id><published>2007-01-21T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:53:35.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One breath at a time...</title><content type='html'>I didn't write this one,but this is so nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live for the moment;&lt;br /&gt;Today you're alive -- tomorrow you might not be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take love for granted;&lt;br /&gt;and never lose sight&lt;br /&gt;of the things you feel&lt;br /&gt;but you just cannot see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to reach for the summit...&lt;br /&gt;'til you can no longer climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses; no holding back; just...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...&lt;br /&gt;live it...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be so very easy for each of us to see&lt;br /&gt;that...at any moment&lt;br /&gt;fate can turn on a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live life while you're in it;&lt;br /&gt;there's simply nothing more sublime;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got treasure every minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to reach for the summit...&lt;br /&gt;'til you can no longer climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses; no holding back; just...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...&lt;br /&gt;live it...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to make it through another day,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;By the words you used to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to reach for the summit...&lt;br /&gt;'til you can no longer climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses; no holding back; just...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...&lt;br /&gt;live it...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-116941271769734511?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/116941271769734511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=116941271769734511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116941271769734511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116941271769734511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-breath-at-time.html' title='One breath at a time...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-116076019183218593</id><published>2006-10-13T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:52:55.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am life itself.</title><content type='html'>I didn't write this one, it's really nice ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lover knows only humility.&lt;br /&gt;He has no choice.&lt;br /&gt;He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.&lt;br /&gt;He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,&lt;br /&gt;he has no choice.&lt;br /&gt;In his frenzied  love for you, he longs to break&lt;br /&gt;the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lover asked his beloved:&lt;br /&gt;- Do you love yourself more than you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,&lt;br /&gt;I am present only for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten all my learnings,&lt;br /&gt;but from knowing you I've become a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself...I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you...I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your lover, come to my side,&lt;br /&gt;I will open the gate to your love.&lt;br /&gt;Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting  in the sea of my love.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, you have always been connected to me.&lt;br /&gt;Concealed  , revealed  , in the unknown, in the&lt;br /&gt;un-manifest.&lt;br /&gt;I am life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a prisoner of a little pond&lt;br /&gt;I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.&lt;br /&gt;Come merge with me,&lt;br /&gt;leave this world of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire you more than food or drink&lt;br /&gt;My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste&lt;br /&gt;I can sense your presence in my heart&lt;br /&gt;although you belong to all the world&lt;br /&gt;I wait with silent passion for one gesture  one&lt;br /&gt;glance from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-116076019183218593?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/116076019183218593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=116076019183218593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116076019183218593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/116076019183218593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-life-itself.html' title='I am life itself.'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-115652755919216025</id><published>2006-08-25T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:39:19.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice to .....</title><content type='html'>It’s nice to be your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to share your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know that you have a life to spend on what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to have mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to be free. Freedom and peace is what so many people have died for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to live at the ongoing moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search of freedom, I left all my analysis behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to face the virgin side of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to enjoy the givem moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-115652755919216025?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115652755919216025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=115652755919216025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/115652755919216025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/115652755919216025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-nice-to.html' title='It&apos;s nice to .....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-114576810374068072</id><published>2006-04-23T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:55:03.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>York University</title><content type='html'>Well, I have started studding IT Management at York University. Here is more information about York and its origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = 'http://www.yorku.ca/web/about_yorku/images/Marsden_web.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorna R. Marsden, PhD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President and Vice-Chancellor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, our approach is working. Founded in 1959, York University is now Canada's third largest university, and world-renowned for attracting students who forge their own unique paths. That’s because York offers an unparalleled academic experience. Our top-ranked programs set international standards. Our unique, interdisciplinary approach to learning allows students to combine majors in completely different fields. York’s faculty expands the horizons of our students, providing them with a broad perspective of the world that opens up new ways of thinking. And our research tackles challenges by taking a uniquely interdisciplinary approach that results in real-world solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;York offers full and part-time graduate and undergraduate degree programs to almost 50,000 students in 10 faculties. Our Faculty of Arts is the largest in Canada. At the Atkinson Faculty of Liberal and Professional Studies, liberal arts students can complement their degree with professional studies courses and certificates. Glendon College offers bilingual education. York’s Faculty of Education offers students more teaching experience than any other education program in Ontario. The Faculty of Environmental Studies is celebrated for the best individualized, interdisciplinary masters program in the world. The Faculty of Fine Arts is the only one of its kind in Ontario and one of the most renowned in North America. York’s Faculty Science and Engineering is one of Canada's leading teaching and research institutions. Osgoode Hall Law School,  Canada's largest law school, is also among the most respected. The Schulich School of Business is consistently ranked among the top business schools in the world. The Faculty of Graduate Studies is Ontario's second largest graduate school, offering both traditional and non-traditional interdisciplinary areas of study. York University Libraries are active participants in pilot projects, consortia initiatives and collaborative endeavors to place York University Libraries on the leading edge in supporting our researchers and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit the Office of the President Web site. To learn more about us visit Know the York U Difference. If you are interested in applying to York University or are following up on your application, please visit the Future Students site for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorna R. Marsden, PhD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-114576810374068072?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/114576810374068072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=114576810374068072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/114576810374068072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/114576810374068072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2006/04/york-university.html' title='York University'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-114072942698596423</id><published>2006-02-23T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:17:06.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Novels and their Power</title><content type='html'>Many of us have experienced that special moment when we fall in love with a book and can’t stop reading it.  For 13-year-old Mordecai Richler, the moment comes when he starts All Quiet on the Western Front. He starts reading the book and soon fills seduced by the novel. It creates turbulence in his life and eventually obligates him to see the truth. The novel has a deep effect on his point of view. The novel changes his assumptions about fiction and Germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         For the young Richler, novels are untrue and romantic stories. He looks for facts and reality not for untrue novels: “I want fact. I can’t be bothered with stories … I just haven’t got the time for such non-sense” (P 65).  There are some reasons that he likes facts and true stories. He use these book to show that he is a smart boy. As a teenage boy, he is experiencing lack of attention from girls. This is one of the reasons he pays more attention to reading serious book. Despite this fact he falls in love with the novel and, like all the great loves, the affair challenges his presumptions. He admits this when he writes:&lt;br /&gt; “I never expected that a mere novel, a stranger’s tale, could actually be dangerous, creating such turbulence in my life, obligating me to question so many received ideas”(P  66). Reading the All Quiet on the Western Front wakes him up to show him the power of novel and its effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In 1944 and before Richler reads the novel, He was wishing “an excruciating death” for every German on the earth.  He was cheering every German city that was bombed. He saw Germans as cruel enemies. When he started reading the book, he didn’t know that it would change his impression about Germans. The novel that reveals a lot of truths that Richler didn’t realize was unaware of. One of the truths is that Germans are like any other human being. As story goes, he finds more similarity between German soldiers and himself, which enables him to empathize with them.  This empathy continues and eventually novel wins his love for a German’ soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Novels and fictions will help us to sense and experience the story. They will touch the soul and heart of reader and eventually will help him or her to understand the story. As an example the recalled novel creates a connection between being a young Jewish in 1944 and feeling sorry for the death of German soldiers. It shows that such a thing is possible through the magic of novel and its power to open the eyes of readers. &lt;br /&gt;All Quiet on the Western Front is the sample of a powerful novel which “seduces” Richler and eventually changes his worldview and reading habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-114072942698596423?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/114072942698596423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=114072942698596423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/114072942698596423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/114072942698596423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2006/02/novels-and-their-power.html' title='Novels and their Power'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-113880880062942408</id><published>2006-02-01T10:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:34:59.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Woman</title><content type='html'>“The Old Woman” is about a woman called Molly who has left England and has immigrated to Canada to live with her husband.  They had known each other for few months when they married in England. Soon after marriage her husband has left her to come to Canada. For her, it has been three years of waiting and loneliness while her husband has been busy with his beloved power-house.&lt;br /&gt;A house close to a noisy waterfall, several miles away from the nearest town,    taciturn people with French-Canadian culture are numerous problems that she has to deal with. The author, Joyce Marshall, has pointed loneliness as one of the most important issues that can hurt an immigrant in a new country.&lt;br /&gt;The story starts in the station at Montreal. Molly has found that her husband is changed. “It was more than the absence of uniform. His face seemed so still, and there was something about his mouth—a sort of slackness. And at times she would turn and find him looking at her, his eyes absorbed and watchful” (Marshall 34). The word “still”, “slackness” and “watchful” shows that he is not interested to see his wife.  Molly feels that her husband doesn’t have enough attention to her. Despite the sad condition, she tries to tell herself that her husband would be closer to her when they get home. It’s a romantic morning when they leave the train. “It was grey dawn faintly disturbed with pink when they left the train” (Marshall 34). After a long journey over the snow they arrive home. Molly is tired and she needs a quiet and friendly environment but the sound of the waterfall is annoying her.&lt;br /&gt;This inconvenience situation and lack of attention from her husband is increasing her fear of loneliness. It reminds her last three years, three years of waiting and loneliness. She has left England to escape the loneliness. She deserves it. She doesn’t have family or relative and she is far from her friends, this fact is increasing her dependency on her husband. He doesn’t help her to settle into new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue that Molly is experiencing is environmental loneliness. Not only her husband doesn’t spend time with her but also she doesn’t know any neighbour. As Marshal writes:&lt;br /&gt;“There were no neighbours within miles, no telephone calls or visits from milkman or baker—only one of Toddy’s sweepers coming in once a fortnight with supplies and mail from Missawani” (P 37.) If it was a crowded and friendlier neighborhood or if she knew some people around her, there would be fewer issues. Coldness, grey and cloudy sky, lack of sun, taciturn people are parameters that are helping loneliness to take over molly’s life. When I first came to Canada, I was living in Richmond Hill which is a quiet area. I can remember how lonely I felt. I felt there's no one in my life that I can share my feelings with. I came to the conclusion that I’m unacceptable and unlovable. But actually that wasn’t because of me, it was society which made me feel that way. Molly in “The Old Woman” has the same feeling. She came from a European-style country where people are friendlier and warmer. It must be so hard for her to leave in a house so far from any neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration is a long and complex process and relocation to another country is not easy. A different culture and a different life-style will increase the issues that an immigrant is experiencing in the new country. Without any doubt, loneliness is one the most important problems that will affect a newcomer’s life. “The Old Woman” has demonstrated that how a woman can be hurt by her husband if he doesn’t show compassion and understanding for her situation as an immigrant in the new country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Jan. 2006&lt;br /&gt;Marshall, Joyce.  “The Old Woman.”  The New Oxford Book of Canadian Stories in English.  Ed  Margaret Atwood and Robert Weaver.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto: Oxford, 1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-113880880062942408?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/113880880062942408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=113880880062942408' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/113880880062942408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/113880880062942408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-woman.html' title='The Old Woman'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-112959423593011651</id><published>2005-10-17T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:10:35.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Bill gates</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, one thing that's great for me is that the PC that Paul Allen and I dreamed about 30 years ago still does not exist"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112959423593011651?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.microsoft.com/billgates/speeches/2005/10-13Waterloo.asp' title='My Beloved Bill gates'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112959423593011651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112959423593011651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112959423593011651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112959423593011651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-beloved-bill-gates.html' title='My Beloved Bill gates'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-112662087941256187</id><published>2005-09-13T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:18:06.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life .....</title><content type='html'>People say "I want peace." If you remove I (ego), and your want (desire), you are left with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.- Lope de Vega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.- Robert Brault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity, clarity, singleness: these are the attributesthat give our lives power and vividness and joy.- Richard Halloway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112662087941256187?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112662087941256187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112662087941256187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112662087941256187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112662087941256187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/09/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life .....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-112542906923721445</id><published>2005-08-30T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:13:32.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's .......</title><content type='html'>Let’s talk about green forests&lt;br /&gt;Let’s share our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let’s find a way to get away of this busy world.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s leave people to do crazy things everyday&lt;br /&gt;Let’s kiss the rain, let’s join the sun’s army.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s cover the crimson hearts&lt;br /&gt;Let’s close our eyes, let’s feel the darkness. Isn’t it easier when you don’t see the cruel world?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be together. Let’s be together. Let’s be mine, let’s be yours, we belong to you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112542906923721445?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112542906923721445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112542906923721445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112542906923721445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112542906923721445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets.html' title='Let&apos;s .......'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-112414074382227414</id><published>2005-08-15T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:25:38.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.......هنوز آنجاست</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ميچينم آن ثانيه هايی را که به تو فکر می کنم. ميچينم آن ناب ترين لحظه های زندگی را&lt;br /&gt;ميچينم آنها را&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ميچينم آنها را و می کارم آنها را سرزمین حاصل خیز آرزوهایم....&lt;br /&gt;از آنها گل عشق می روید. تا رویش گل عشق در کنارش بیدار میمانم و برایش از یاد دستهای&lt;br /&gt;مهربانت گهواره میسازم ........ آن را از چشمه های پاک نگاهت سیراب می کنم&lt;br /&gt;آنگاه گل عشق را می چینم و به موهایت سنجاقش میکنم&lt;br /&gt;آنجا از عطر موهایت لبریز میشود&lt;br /&gt;گل نازنین را بر میدارم و در سبزه زارهای زنگیم می کارم&lt;br /&gt;خورشید را می بینم که خندان است و به من میگوید&lt;br /&gt;در سرزمین های زیر سلطه یال های طلاییم ؛ خوشبو ترین گل ها گل توست&lt;br /&gt;من می خندم و می دانم که عطر موهایت&lt;br /&gt;.......هنوز آنجاست&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112414074382227414?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112414074382227414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112414074382227414' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112414074382227414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112414074382227414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='.......هنوز آنجاست'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-112291557773994004</id><published>2005-08-01T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:59:37.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to ...........</title><content type='html'>I used to think that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;I realise now I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;My mind becomes an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And with you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels Like I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I surrender to you&lt;br /&gt;Let love be blind&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and tenderly true&lt;br /&gt;So lead me through tonight&lt;br /&gt;But please turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me gently so I'll know&lt;br /&gt;That loving you was not a dream&lt;br /&gt;And whisper softly what it means to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Then every moment we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Will be a lifetime to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I surrender to you&lt;br /&gt;Let love be blind&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and tenderly true&lt;br /&gt;So lead me through tonight&lt;br /&gt;But please, please turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Lost. Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : IL Divo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112291557773994004?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112291557773994004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112291557773994004' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112291557773994004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112291557773994004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-used-to.html' title='I used to ...........'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-112230266170038673</id><published>2005-07-25T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:44:21.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched the movie “Crash”. It was a good movie. It has a great plot. It’s considering real life issues. From realistic point of view, this is a nice and fair movie but at the same time it’s experiencing lack of humanity.  Usually you can learn something from movies. Personally I go to movies to be trained, to be entertained. This movie is describing the reality of some people’s every day tragedy. I didn’t learn anything from that. I was looking for a great message in every section of movie and unfortunately it leaved me craving for that.&lt;br /&gt;I would have rather seen The Upside of Anger. When we begin with anger, violence and uneven life, we should address it correctly. Director leaved us at the same side as we began the story. &lt;br /&gt;If director is looking for us to come and finalize the story, he has not given us enough resources to do so.  Nonetheless, I want to say that this movie is an excellent depiction of what America has become because of the lack of communication, understanding and emotion. I strongly believe that at the 21st century we expect art to come and help us to change this crimson world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112230266170038673?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112230266170038673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112230266170038673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112230266170038673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112230266170038673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/07/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-112188770392388798</id><published>2005-07-20T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:28:23.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep.</title><content type='html'>As a busy person, I have been always working on several tasks simultaneously and eventually I don't get enough time to sleep. Those they were my colleague in Iran know me as a hard worker and none-stop guy. It was four years ago that I received a letter from Microsoft, appreciating my hardworking on IT and networking. At that time, I was thinking about Nerd wise life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was begging for a situation to work and live like Microsoft’s nerds. When I went to Canada,  my dream welcomed true. I start working at a very high-tech position in an ASP company.&lt;br /&gt;I was working from 8:30 AM till 1 or 2 AM.  That was perfect. Doing several R&amp;D tasks, I was extremely busy.  I rarely found time to see my family and friends. Last June there was a communication issue between Vancouver and Vietnam VoIP routes. I spent almost 19 hours per day to solve that issue. As a person with bad headaches, sleep depriving is not a good &lt;br /&gt;Option. Recently I have been sleeping even lower than 4 hours per 24 hours. Frequently I read some articles about the disadvantages of sleep depriving. I’m looking for a way to coordinate my tasks with the time that I have. Your comments are highly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital Information:&lt;br /&gt;• In a person who is sleep-deprived, one part of the brain shuts down while other parts will kick in to help compensate. &lt;br /&gt;• Regardless of the brain's attempt to overcome sleep deprivation, a sleep-deprived person cannot perform mental tasks as well as someone who is well-rested. &lt;br /&gt;• For brain recovery, the early part of sleep each night is the most important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112188770392388798?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112188770392388798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112188770392388798' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112188770392388798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112188770392388798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/07/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of Sleep.'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-112066136733311966</id><published>2005-07-06T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:12:31.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Creativity....</title><content type='html'>I have been in touch with Japanese people last week and to be honest to you I have learned tens of ideas from them.&lt;br /&gt;They are humans with high level IQ, powerful imagination and excellent execution. Their creativity is awesome. They love to be pioneer; they love to create new and unique things. Their best products are dedicated for internal usage whereas they export their low quality products. Amazing thing is that their low quality product has the highest quality in the world. If you buy a car in Japan, it comes with full functionality. If you buy the same card made by Japan in another country you will find several missed facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that Japan is not a wide country and they have lack of land for creating energy. But they need energy for their factories.&lt;br /&gt;As the major city of Japan,Tokyo is the most populated city in the country. Everybody heard about its great and powerful intercity transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s it. They are using it as a source of electrical power. If you have been using metro entrances, you should be familiar with entrance stuffs like turnstiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brascon.com/turnprotecimg/turnstile.jpg"&gt; A turnstile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a populated city, everyday tens of thousands of people are passing turnstiles. Each time that a person passes these turnstiles is turning a turbine to creating electricity power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it and you will find out why they are becoming the leader of Technology and science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112066136733311966?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112066136733311966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112066136733311966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112066136733311966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112066136733311966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/07/unbelievable-creativity.html' title='Unbelievable Creativity....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-112050346733868040</id><published>2005-07-04T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:22:47.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>Three days ago,1st of July, was Canada day. We went to lakeshore to see the fire work. Toronto is a big city with normal population. But At that night, almost everyone was in the street. Tens of thousands of people were happy and all together to celebrate Canada day. They were all there to say that they are proud of this free and great country. I was proud too. We were all Persian but we were signing “O’ Canada “when we were sitting at lake shore. At a moment when I was whispering “Our home and native land!” I missed something in my heart. Canada was not my native land. How could I change my native land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of having a day for our country is a perfect one. But it shouldn’t contain any ideology or a religion. It should be all about Iran, just Iran, neither democratic nor any other kind of Iran. It should be dedicated to Iran itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about a celeberation day for Iran?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-112050346733868040?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/112050346733868040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=112050346733868040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112050346733868040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/112050346733868040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/07/canada-day.html' title='Canada Day!'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111999766958622657</id><published>2005-06-28T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:27:49.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice messages......</title><content type='html'>readt it, it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have now learned to live with voice mail as a necessary&lt;br /&gt;part of our lives. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if&lt;br /&gt;God decided to install voice mail? Imagine praying and hearing the&lt;br /&gt;following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For English press 1&lt;br /&gt;For Spanish press 2&lt;br /&gt;For all other languages, press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please select one of the following options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 for request&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 for complaints&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 for all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, all our Angels and Saints are busy helping other sinners&lt;br /&gt;right now. However, your prayer is important to us and we will&lt;br /&gt;answer it in the order it was received. Please stay on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to speak to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, press 1&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, press 2&lt;br /&gt;Holy spirit, press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a loved one that has been assigned to heaven press 5, then&lt;br /&gt;enter his social security # followed by the pound sign. If you&lt;br /&gt;receive a negative response, please hang up and dial area code 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reservations to heaven, please enter JOHN followed by the&lt;br /&gt;numbers, 3:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, life and other&lt;br /&gt;planets, please wait until you arrive in heaven for the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computers show that you have already been prayed for today,&lt;br /&gt;please hang up and call again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is now closed for the weekend to observe a religious&lt;br /&gt;holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are calling after hours and need emergency assistance, please&lt;br /&gt;contact your local pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a heavenly day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111999766958622657?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111999766958622657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111999766958622657' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111999766958622657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111999766958622657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/voice-messages.html' title='Voice messages......'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111988766106591479</id><published>2005-06-27T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:58:15.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You believe ....????!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was working on a windows 2003 machine in Chicago today and I found that it needs to be updated with service pack 1.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I accepted Microsoft update request and then installation wizard appeared. I just shocked when I saw the file size, it was about 140 MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it means that this …. Microsoft forgot to put half of kernel with the released version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a cable internet download time will be 3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;With an ADSL bandwidth it will take 3 hours to download it.&lt;br /&gt;With a dial-up connection , download time will be 18 hours.&lt;br /&gt;(Consider that in this case you are sitting behind of your PC and your fingers are crossed to have a reliable connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please figure it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole procedure in Canada: 9 mins&lt;br /&gt;Whole procedure in Iran : 27 hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111988766106591479?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111988766106591479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111988766106591479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111988766106591479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111988766106591479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-you-believe.html' title='Can You believe ....????!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12593387.post-111962347093100681</id><published>2005-06-24T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:33:48.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship......</title><content type='html'>"Friends are windows to the world of views that you had never seen them before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been looking for happiness, I was wondering why I couldn’t reach that. I didn’t know that there is a golden key for the gateway to the happiness, I found that key when I found my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there" &lt;em&gt;by : Marcus Tullius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief." &lt;em&gt;By : Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are the family we choose for ourselves" &lt;em&gt;by : Edna Buchanan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111962347093100681?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111962347093100681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111962347093100681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111962347093100681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111962347093100681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship......'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111946480829745529</id><published>2005-06-22T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:28:09.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder if ....</title><content type='html'>Blue skies….&lt;br /&gt;White clouds….&lt;br /&gt;Windy days….&lt;br /&gt;Wind is moving clouds faster than we can reach them…. Faster than we can get chance to  rest under their shades&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be under their shade? always? so run with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that one….&lt;br /&gt;It’s whiter …. it’s faster…. &lt;br /&gt;I want that to be mine. &lt;br /&gt;………no wonder if I’m running faster than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bp.com/liveassets/bp_internet/globalbp/STAGING/global_assets/images/locations/taiwan/taiwan_sun_clouds_180x144.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111946480829745529?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111946480829745529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111946480829745529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111946480829745529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111946480829745529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-wonder-if.html' title='No wonder if ....'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111939000381385704</id><published>2005-06-21T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:40:03.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>IF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD, PARTICULARLY POLITICIANS, WERE HONEST WITH THEMSELVES AND WOULD THINK BEFORE THEY ACTED OR SPOKE, THIS WORLD WOULD BE A MUCH BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111939000381385704?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111939000381385704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111939000381385704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111939000381385704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111939000381385704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111886730814836745</id><published>2005-06-15T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:28:28.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Description...</title><content type='html'>"... be the change you wish to see in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111886730814836745?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111886730814836745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111886730814836745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111886730814836745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111886730814836745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/without-description.html' title='Without Description...'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111876630582581001</id><published>2005-06-14T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:26:32.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Venerating</title><content type='html'>I know people, there are moments that they are venerating whatever that they have received in the whole life.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I need the whole life to respect what I have received at the moment that I saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111876630582581001?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111876630582581001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111876630582581001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111876630582581001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111876630582581001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/venerating.html' title='Venerating'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111875734948452679</id><published>2005-06-14T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:55:49.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is exactly what I think about a friendship.</title><content type='html'>You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.&lt;br /&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.&lt;br /&gt;Love one another but make not a bond of love:&lt;br /&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.&lt;br /&gt;Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.&lt;br /&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.&lt;br /&gt;Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.&lt;br /&gt;For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;And stand together, yet not too near together;&lt;br /&gt;For the pillars of the temple stand apart,&lt;br /&gt;And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : Khalil Gibran Khalil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111875734948452679?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/feeds/111875734948452679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12593387&amp;postID=111875734948452679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111875734948452679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12593387/posts/default/111875734948452679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solivan.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-exactly-what-i-think-about.html' title='This is exactly what I think about a friendship.'/><author><name>Solivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02544944148433636087</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-12593387.post-111869664556170006</id><published>2005-06-13T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:27:11.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.microsoft.com/technet/images/abouttn/subscriptions/flash/Pull_quote_may25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12593387-111869664556170006?l=solivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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