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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/smile/smile_quotes_graphics_01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been so long since I wrote anything , my head was clouded with many things, things that kept me from being able to organize what lies in the curls of my brain, yet it had cleared out today, or to be exact maybe yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 8 months I have been caught in a typhoon of emotions and ciaos and preparations , it was joyful and tiring, but my mind was always seeking things that I couldn’t share with anyone, and there was one thing that I was looking for and a few minutes ago I found out what it is, a thought or an idea that I was so desperate to find, finally I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment of clarity I found the images and the glimpse that brought a smile on my face a smile like no other, a smile that is caused by one reason, my love she caused it, can we really describe the one we chose to spend the rest of our lives with? Well we can’t because we can’t see the bad things, to us the bad are good and we don’t want to lose any bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, she is funny, I enjoy our jokes and her laugh, she different kinds of laughs but there is one for my jokes, one for me that is the one I am talking about it has a special ring to it, her eyes I adore, even when she tries to make me feel guilty oh that moment in kind of a baby’s sensation and when she uses her sad puppy face, the way she cares about me and fears over my well being makes me feel that I own the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what not to write about I wish I have meet her years before, but yet I believe that when the time was right and my turn was due, God chose to give me his blessing in the most beautiful form, I keep imagining what will happen after 10 days, the day two become one, I can’t imagine my happiness, I want it to be so perfect, and I wanted it to be so special, I was seeking an idea to make it extra special an idea to show what is inside me to show her what is inside me and I found it, in 10 days from this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you my love a day will never be forgotten, a day were you will rule the world, you already are the queen of my heart and you’ll always be, I wish there are better words to say it but there are none I LOVE YOU, from all my heart and from all my soul, from every part of me, in mind and in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-1951319004943638741?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/YvRE1o8Rdxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/YvRE1o8Rdxg/it-is-clear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-clear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-9094114591344595877</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T15:57:52.528+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheering up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personnal</category><title>Hevean By Her Side (Dedicated to my only love)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insuremeblog.com/agent/blogimages/holding%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.insuremeblog.com/agent/blogimages/holding%20hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I am feeling a little down at the moment, i am seeking something to make cheer up, so i looked at my recent life, to find the beautiful things in it that makes it perfect, so i closed my eyes and started to rewind the film containing my recent life events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the passing year really was bad, yet at the end of it i was blessed with a gift that at first i didn't believe that God can grant me such a gift, for i surely wished for it but never thought that a day will come soon that i would find my self having my long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; dream, the gift was her, a coincidence united us and as soon as laid eyes on her, wow that moment it felt like as if i had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glimpse of&lt;/span&gt; heaven,but yet as i was getting to know my ultimate love i was still in shock that it was only a dream, that i will wake up soon and find that my life is still as empty as ever and as plain, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a dream, it was a break for the light right out of the darkness a light came, i felt like i am experiencing the creation of the universe as God said let there be light, and the darkness has split into day and night, as if i was living that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from that day forward, i was happy even when sadness over comes me sometimes still it wasn't significant, and later when i was untied with her under Gods words i felt life was a grant for this gift, after this i put my hand in hers, and together we started a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; that many took before, the road was bumpy, and we had to overcome many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; but yet with me and her at my side, i knew that no matter what happens it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, that we are stronger than it, and that we will over come it, as i saw even the tiny disagreements between us made me smile because they were perfect, i knew that disagreements will always happen, yet my love to her&lt;br /&gt;and her to me i knew is stronger than all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; that we had overcome so far and that it is stronger than anything that will come later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a bliss to be united with someone whom we love, i smile as i am watching the wonderful movie of my past few months with her, and a tear drop ran out of my eyes, i admit that she changed me into a better person, and that she made me feel things i never used to feel, like fear of anything to happen that will cause her harm even a mosquito bite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt; i like it here in heaven and hope that everyone i know and love will be here someplace, dedicated to you my love from now till the end of time i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-9094114591344595877?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/lCdEwXke-WE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/lCdEwXke-WE/hevean-by-her-side-dedicated-to-my-only.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2009/01/hevean-by-her-side-dedicated-to-my-only.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-8136207116993109157</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T10:07:29.347+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Reaching Perfection</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15514644.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B24C0C508-0A9B-491B-9634-D9440A89CBC1%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15514644.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B24C0C508-0A9B-491B-9634-D9440A89CBC1%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does a person reaches perfection? We all seek perfection but we reach it only when we can evolve emotionally, how is that? Well in my personal opinion that is done when find our second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many disagree on this point, but to me a person is not whole till he/she finds their second half, I recently reached perfection as my soul and heart are pure, she completes me in every aspect, in every imperfection she fits in to fill it and make me become perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become whole, me and her fitting like puzzle pieces to become one, to be complete, to be PERFECT, that is the only way to reach perfection, when I am beside her I reach into the soul of the world become part of it me and her as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes perfect even sorrows becomes so perfect because we both face it as one and concur it in her I find myself perfect and I will always do, she is after all my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-8136207116993109157?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/RjHcAZrJU8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/RjHcAZrJU8A/reaching-perfection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/reaching-perfection.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-6986751040939140579</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T00:00:20.832+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hapiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Finding Happiness</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docwhisperer.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://docwhisperer.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/happiness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all at some point in life find our happiness in a special thing whether it was the job, the companionship, the place, or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I find my happiness beside the angel I was blessed to be gifted by, or shall I say blessed by, well for me happiness is reached on my spiritual and emotional level, since I searched for this happiness for many and long years and finally as they say patience is rewarded I found my true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In being beside her, in just looking at her, in hearing her voice, in just knowing she is there, as I write this I smile for I am happy for thinking of her, because the mere thought of her makes me happy and joyful, this is my true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-6986751040939140579?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/iAwzE13AvyQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/iAwzE13AvyQ/finding-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/finding-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-7272509952579606264</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T11:32:20.817+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>It Started With a Beat</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNtaZ_vcGwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IBON44GEAfw/s1600-h/heart-beat-thumb951983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNtaZ_vcGwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IBON44GEAfw/s400/heart-beat-thumb951983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249889193284082434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately in a place inside me I found a peculiar new sound, and a feeling that at first hurts but then becomes the most wonderful of all time, it was a beat from a heart that for too long was decaying and  dieing, yet it beats with a new rhythm, catching me off guard, and sending this new sensation into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of this newly found sensation, I started to search for the cause of this, and it didn't take me too long to find that it was a look of an eye that steered this new rhythm in me, it gave me feelings that long were forgotten, happiness, content, safety, and warmth, it restored a faith that long ago died, those eyes that pierced me, and gave my heart and electric shock to beat again, yet that wasn't all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that it also started making those feelings grow, and strengthen with every look, it made me change my views toward the way I saw life and the way I got to believe is right in relationships, it earned my trust, and made the first beat become many, that a heart regenerated and became whole again with parts of her in it, to fill the rotten and missing parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a new faith in life being good, that people can be trusted, that someone can be loved with all my parts, it gave me a new commitment, a commitment by heart, a connection that is powerful and strong, and filled me with light to thwart (defeat) the residing darkness that filled me once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a restored hope that tomorrow is bright, that a day will come when everything will be perfect again, made me look forward toward life in a new meaning and a new light, a new goal, and purpose, she gave me the reason to look forward to be perfect, to know how to cherish a person that I have no blood connection with, a person to be held dear and close to me, a reason to challenge life to reach her eyes, at the end she started it all with a look of her eyes and continued to nurture it with her love, kindness, and care, an unbiased care and love toward me, sometimes a chance comes our way that within it and for no apparent reason we find the ONE, and I found mine, and for her I am devoted forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-7272509952579606264?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/l8afNOy1peo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/l8afNOy1peo/it-started-with-beat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNtaZ_vcGwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IBON44GEAfw/s72-c/heart-beat-thumb951983.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-started-with-beat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-8150568829140860294</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 10:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T13:08:01.341+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">smile</category><title>Finally A Smile Surfaces - Dedicated to an Angel</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNjNunE1UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h6iUASnGz7g/s1600-h/horror+pictures+smile+under+siege.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNjNunE1UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h6iUASnGz7g/s400/horror+pictures+smile+under+siege.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249171566347244226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do people really smile? I always wondered till this moment, my own true smile came out, for each has his reason for smiling, as for me my smile came out when I found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I last smiled a true one since I was living my days in darkness, but now I found the light again in her eyes, the curious thing is now this light is so strong that even if I don't reach it, I know that I will never see darkness again because her light filled me for eternity her smile alone gave me happiness I forgot, I declare her to be my one and only for in her I found everything and in so I dedicate this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i looked into her eyes i found that i was lost in their depth, and after a while my lips started to move into a shape that i long gone has forgotten existed, a smile surfacing from the depth of me, a place that was hollow and dead, but now there is something different, that place is no longer decaying, but on the contrary reviving, she is nurturing it with her warmth and kindness giving it strength and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from that look that the time has come for the darkness to know the light, and the for me to know the warmth again, i will cherish that moment of warmth for the end of days and live it through in my life and after it ends, for this kind of warmth is never known but felt, i wish that i could give her the world and the heavens, and i will give her what ever i posses not of decaying materials but of feelings and care, and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-8150568829140860294?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/1472Qu7WSCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/1472Qu7WSCE/finally-smile-surfaces-dedicated-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SNjNunE1UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h6iUASnGz7g/s72-c/horror+pictures+smile+under+siege.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-smile-surfaces-dedicated-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-1783693398891543014</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T14:10:04.238+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">النفط</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">الغلاء</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">اسعار المحروقات</category><title>بس 5% تخفيض على الحروقات؟</title><description>&lt;p  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-JO"&gt;عند بداية هذه الظاهرة تم تبريرها برفع الدعم عن المحروقات و تعويم الاسعار حسب المعلن عنها عالميا, فما كان من المواطن الا القبول بناءا على قناعته بانه تعويم عادل و اضطلاعه على الوضع الاجمالي و وجوب هذه الخطوة لمواكبة التطور, و منذ ذلك الحين الى اليوم و لم يكن من نصيب المواطن الا زيادة الاسعار شهرا بعد شهر و ذلك لان الاسعار العالمية بازدياد مستمر.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-JO"&gt;و الان و منذ شهر انخفض سعر النفط عالميا بمقدار 20% من سعره, مما اعطى المواطنين الامل ان الاسعار ستنخفض اخيرا و لكن اليوم صدر السعر الجديد للمحروقات لهذا الشهر و اذ بها تنخفض 5% فقط و تم رفع الوقود الصخري 10% و هو المصدر الرئيس للطاقة المنتجه للكهرباء مما يعني و بشكل غير مباشر ان سعر الكيلوواط الكهربائي قد ازداد.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-JO"&gt;و مما يزيد من حيرتي انه في تعريف التعويم لاي من السلع عالميا: ان السعر العالمي هو السعر الحقيقي للسلعة و ليس سعرا محددا من قبل اي شخص او هيئة واحدة, فلماذا الحاصل عندنا يقال عنه تعويم؟ و لماذا ايضا لم يتم خفض الاسعار بنسبة معقولة و متوافقة مع الانخفاض العالمي؟ لقد قرأت الاسباب المبررة اليوم لهذا الانخفاض الذي يكاد لا يذكر, و غير ملاحظ و ككثيرين لم اجد سببا واحد مقنع او من الممكن ان يبرر ما يحصل.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-JO"&gt;انا لا انكر ان بلادي من اجمل و احسن البلاد في العالم امنا و استقرارا و ادام الله جلالة الملك المعظم لما قام به من جهود لا يمكن الا ذكرها و دلائلها واضحة من خلال التطور و الرقي الذي لحظه بلدنا الحبيب و مني اقدم كل الدعم الممكن فداءا لبلدي, و لكن من ناحية غلاء المعيشة التي شهدته البلد و العالم اجمع و خاصة في مجال اسعار الحروقات المؤثر الرئيسي في هذا الغلاء على ما اعتقد ان المواطن يقول "بدنا استراحة خفيفه لانو الواحد بطل ملحق", و انشاء الله ان ينخفض السعر العالمي للمحروقات اكثر من الانخفاض الحالي.&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/1503734493624378807-1783693398891543014?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/Jyie7U8A7wI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/Jyie7U8A7wI/5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/08/5.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-3004377053579416712</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-27T12:08:09.453+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">decision</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humanity</category><title>The Conspiracy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mannacoaching.com/attachments/Image/Look_to_the_Future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mannacoaching.com/attachments/Image/Look_to_the_Future.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy as defined is: an &lt;span style=""&gt;act of two or more persons, conspirators, working in secret to obtain some goal, usually understood with negative connotations, yet I am talking about another kind of conspiracy, the conspiracy of life, once i read that when a person wants something so bad everything conspires with him to achieve that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet in real everyday life that is not entirely true, as we have to work hard and pursue our goals, and dreams, just then life will conspire with us with all its elements to help us achieve what we desire, but as we go deeper and get closer to our goal we find that the obsticals facing us are becoming bigger and harder, and sometimes makes us want to stop, and drop it, is that the right choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in my opinion we should try till the last breath we have to achieve our desires and not give up, to try every possible solution or method to achieve our goal, because there is always an element on our side in this life to help us achieve what we yearn to, what is the biggest goal that people try to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion the biggest goal in life for every person is to achieve stability, our treasure, whether it is in work, or in relationships, or anything, the keyword is stability, on a personal level i found a goal lately that i wish i could achieve and i am trying and removing obsticals as i go, yet i came to my first big one and now it is to find a way to remove it, it all revolves around not giving up, if we want something we should reach out and grab it, there is no fear involved, just as it is said lock on the target and shoot, it doesn't matter if you miss or not, what matters is that you tried and never will come a day that you will say to yourself i wish i tried harder, or did i do everything i could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-3004377053579416712?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/4oiaQVdTL5A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/4oiaQVdTL5A/conspiracy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/conspiracy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-7580911727964157547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T00:17:07.603+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relations</category><title>A Stream of Thoughts</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Le8LPzcrum0/R16ymNYmotI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vrZYrniAWDI/S300/campos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Le8LPzcrum0/R16ymNYmotI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vrZYrniAWDI/S300/campos3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting infront of my screen strugling for a siphon for my thoughts that i wished for that vessel that appears in Harry Potters story's the pensive and a magic wand to put my thoughts in that vessel and see, comprehend their meaning and clear my head that stays spinning 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a realization for the state I'm in is what hit me, that every human on this earth, well not everyone but most of them face, is the non-realization of tomorrow, and the wish for them to happen, as some of us have reached that phase of stablity and trying to maintain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that bother us I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to tell the truth what bothers most of us is that we don't achieve the stability in life that we yearn for, the ultimate stability I mean each step makes us closer to reach it, first we start by building the necessary elements, solid financial foundation, the other half, and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet most of us are trying to reach one then the next and in vein, financially we can achieve it, as I think that no one who works hard enough to reach a goal can't reach it, but as for the other part which involves someone else that is the hardest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see having a partner that can understand us and be equal in thought is hard, because we can control our thinking yet we can't control others, and life is getting so complex so what we can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question that we always reach at some point and with the other million questions of everyday life, we get the jumble rumble of thoughts that makes our heads ache every night, all we can do is wait for something to trigger that stability and achieve that piece of mind, for me I am still caught in the rumble, and till when I don't know, as everyone and as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-7580911727964157547?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/Ng_3cRO5CFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/Ng_3cRO5CFk/stream-of-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/stream-of-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-3635827989868966316</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T12:16:48.626+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loneliness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul</category><title>The cry of a lonely soul</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3B9oR0ziI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yHM3SutGiA/s1600-h/80957331.UAKtkCa7.ToNestor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3B9oR0ziI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yHM3SutGiA/s400/80957331.UAKtkCa7.ToNestor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223544407348006434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there in his house alone, facing a cracking fire reflecting the pale face that was carved upon by the sorrows of daily life, hunched on a rug that reflected his shadow and the colors of the cracking fire, as if a painted master piece of what was going on inside his chest, fire of sadness eating through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop of tear staining that painting came falling like the start of rain to wash out what distrucrtion was left by the fire and what it claimed, yet in a moment of elevation and after a couple drinks his soul came out, and its tear was it, telling him that loneliness is what filled him, killing joy in him, with a wave of a hand he dismissed the voice of his soul because as much as he knew it is true, he doesn't wish to hear, bitterness filling his veins looking at his soul and saying your words have no place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul stooped down on the carrier that it lived in all these years, asking what in your heart that you don't wish to hear, a hollow answer came as if an echo of a distant sound, my heart in a grave it lies as my chest no longer bears, heavy it became and wounded, the soul cried as it had no one other soul near to help it in its attempts to cheer, and understood very clear what he has locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a painful cry, a question rang for life to hear, why thee mighty life loneliness was gifted to me? Life had an answer but chose no to given but answered in time it will be that what thee seek is granted, and the soul looked around it for the other souls that it had the joy to be connected to and found out that even though now they have other souls attached to them that it no longer could know which is the ones it knew from their other part as they were so connected, so it sat down near its carrier and cried still hunched gave the soul a drink and said to life you went seeking an answer yet here you ly crying beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-3635827989868966316?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/fLdlFk4cjFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/fLdlFk4cjFM/cry-of-lonely-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3B9oR0ziI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yHM3SutGiA/s72-c/80957331.UAKtkCa7.ToNestor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry-of-lonely-soul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-4703918228402655713</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 09:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T17:50:12.167+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loneliness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hearts</category><title>Final destination of the heart</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3BOsuy8_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sP2z5dxyghk/s1600-h/2568378466_4b153d7a9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3BOsuy8_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sP2z5dxyghk/s400/2568378466_4b153d7a9c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223543601089410034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes each night, with a million idea's swirling in my head, filled with depression and hopes that long were lost, lost in the day I came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The straw that a heart was gripping on dearly, for one last shot at survival had broken, alas leaving it to drown in a sea of a darkness where no hopes or dreams could survive, it sank thinking in its last moments of any hope that it wished for achieved, again another heart it was going to the grave yard of hearts, for the beating in it no longer came, for desire to beat has long seized and demolished, looking around it for all the hearts that got free and their deepest desires came to be, it wondered yet new that the time has come, beside the dead it shall lie free of everything that gives a reason to beaten torn apart from all the wounds and slashes that desperately it tried to mend and fix, finally no more fixing, and with the dirts of darkness eating through it it shall not need again to know or see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-4703918228402655713?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/hiJogKWwxI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/hiJogKWwxI0/final-destination-of-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SH3BOsuy8_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sP2z5dxyghk/s72-c/2568378466_4b153d7a9c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-destination-of-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-8537411478518192177</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-01T22:34:24.439+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loneliness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personnal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>A heart with a lot to deal</title><description>Well in the night, while the wheels of my brain spin, restless, and endless in many dwellings of my life, dwellings that hold no answer, I write, what happens to the troubled mind that is lost in darkness to swallow, to a heart beaten by time, till life no longer beholds, I write these words;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart fallen in darkness&lt;br /&gt;eyes forgotten the meaning of sleep&lt;br /&gt;loneliness crawling again with claws&lt;br /&gt;in darkness filled to scratch a heart&lt;br /&gt;that light has once again touched&lt;br /&gt;love a word that has all meaning&lt;br /&gt;and no meaning it beholds sometimes&lt;br /&gt;for in a dieing heart it tries to revive&lt;br /&gt;from aches like a phoenix revives from aches&lt;br /&gt;but a heart when burnt by a love untrue&lt;br /&gt;no revival in the world shall come true&lt;br /&gt;a heart filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;of loneliness a killer it fears&lt;br /&gt;yet dead many times crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;have wounded heart couldn't bear one more tear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-8537411478518192177?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/hM0R4edS7aQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/hM0R4edS7aQ/heart-with-lot-to-deal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-with-lot-to-deal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-576881794259048937</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-31T00:02:48.190+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personnal</category><title>Is It Real?</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In life we duel every day to find what is suitable to us, I’m now living away from home, in a country that gives no relaxation, yet in this country I found the thing I desired the most, I found my heart again but in this I write a poem of words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Light as I feel, inside is my deal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doubtful happiness, a shell that may peal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or a desire too strong for emotions to be real&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When eyes are close and situation is so ideal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sad smile my face reveal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Full of fear for love to kneel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For many times love was a steal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till a heart got lost and no heart was able to heal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it this time that is the real deal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In sorrow I pray for this to be real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-576881794259048937?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/1sD8_63o5vY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/1sD8_63o5vY/is-it-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-real.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-7378827319042388980</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T00:36:36.899+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loneliness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">coffin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Inside a Coffin</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SBZRN6YRekI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iHdKEN31XDI/s1600-h/Divided+Lady+LU41658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SBZRN6YRekI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iHdKEN31XDI/s400/Divided+Lady+LU41658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194428519669660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up one Day to find himself inside a coffin, it was dark, but when he looked around he found a window to look through the coffin, he was freaked out of the place he was in, and a window in a coffin freaked him out even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his panic his mind made him look in the window for comfort that there was something to be viewed, that he isn't dead yet, when he looked out he was astonished about what he saw he saw himself in his normal every day life walking around and about, yet he was wondering how could it be that he is in the coffin and outside the window as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer came to him like a blast, what was looking out was his trapped soul inside him, a soul that was feeling lonely as ever, with no comfort, yearning to leave the cage that by time has become a coffin, buried under the thousands of tries to live again to feel love. there was something else with it beating against the cold insides of the coffin, the soul shifted apart to see what was it that was making all that beating, and found out what it was, shining and warm, an abandoned heart, crying out blood for its imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul asked the heart why are you here? the heart answered, I'm a lost heart fr the guy that you feed life, i have the love he seeks and which frees us both, the soul started to get confused and asked the heart then how is it that you are here with me, the heart answered, his experiences in life made him lock us down like this, first it was a cage that we could breath from then, experience after experience built this around us, the soul no felt fear real fear of being locked away, and pleaded to the heart of the way out, the heart in grief and tears of blood carrying in it, every feeling of sorrow, wept and said that there is only one key for this coffin and went quite, the soul as it has hope always said that that is good where is the key? the heart answered: the key is with someone a girl that he knows not, that he has been seeking for so long. but yet has not found, this one has the key to give us freedom, for she has the power of delivering us from this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long pause and watching through the window, and feeling the agony in which thee lived in, the soul asked the heart what is this key you speak of, the heart said love, pure and simple that has no other intention to it but to love back, so what can we do to help the soul asked, and the heart sighed and said all we can do is wait for life to let thee cross the path of that one, see he had many other hearts in him that lead him astray, while i was trapped here with you, though you were asleep,  and each one of these hearts got death and a shocking experience that killed it, and buried us further, so all we can do is wait for someday one will come holding a key that will set us free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-7378827319042388980?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/lZ0QLIJi9Fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/lZ0QLIJi9Fc/inside-coffin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/SBZRN6YRekI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iHdKEN31XDI/s72-c/Divided+Lady+LU41658.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/04/inside-coffin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-7068324455655450041</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-09T17:05:19.931+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gold SLR</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SLR AMG</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SLR</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tunning</category><title>Danish tuning shop rebuilds an SLR, another one rebuilds the SLK55, a droptop Aston Martin, lightweight Audis, and the mad Lego builder strikes again.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Danish tuning shop rebuilds an SLR, another one rebuilds the SLK55, a droptop Aston Martin, lightweight Audis, and the mad Lego builder strikes again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://feed.fastlanedaily.com/"&gt;http://feed.fastlanedaily.com&lt;/a&gt; and vote for what you want on tomorrows show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fastlanedaily.com/embed/player" width="450" height="390" allowScriptAccess="always" FlashVars="video_file=http://www.fastlanedaily.com/embed/play/fld_20080408" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-7068324455655450041?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/oN45e0MnzVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/oN45e0MnzVU/danish-tuning-shop-rebuilds-slr-another.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/04/danish-tuning-shop-rebuilds-slr-another.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-7754350593015436322</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T09:45:48.944+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personnal</category><title>Contradictions</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R7qI7o7_P-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PUZ-MygTCYU/s1600-h/n568565106_2304776_9648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R7qI7o7_P-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PUZ-MygTCYU/s400/n568565106_2304776_9648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168594080543752162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long that I wrote, been so much going into my life, but I’m back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day from our lives we face contradictions, but the most fascinating ones in my opinion are the ones when people contradicts themselves, when they are convinced with the vice and versus at the same time, this I never could comprehend, how could someone have two opposite opinions at the same time, and on the same subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well u have been facing a lot of those lately, contradictions in desires, in fears, in love, in everything, my only conclusion for this that people tend to fear to chose wrong, so they try to take both sides of the equation at the same time, they are the ying and yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine them like people arguing both sides but with the absence of the basic element of argument, to have two persons, each with a different opinion, because in this situation both persons are one arguing one’s self, like playing the heads and tails of the same coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most contradiction happen within any person is the argument between one’s heart and one’s mind, logic VS. Emotions, this battle is the one battle that has no end and no winner, but still most people decide to take one side over the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder how people could contradict themselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-7754350593015436322?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/v92QMq5PWy4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/v92QMq5PWy4/contradictions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R7qI7o7_P-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PUZ-MygTCYU/s72-c/n568565106_2304776_9648.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/02/contradictions.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-3663973598863352450</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T13:51:06.416+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">show</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bartender</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">entertainment</category><title>My friend Arteen Playing with 2 Flaming bottles.</title><description>My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arteen&lt;/span&gt; who is a bartender at one of the clubs in Jordan, did a show the other night while I was attending the club where he works at, and I caught his play on camera, it was amazing, hope you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpNocS3VZZ0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpNocS3VZZ0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-3663973598863352450?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/xof3rgyDHeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/xof3rgyDHeY/my-friend-arteen-playing-with-2-flaming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-friend-arteen-playing-with-2-flaming.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-4425594251502770837</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T00:48:08.064+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vista</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">windows</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">review</category><title>Vista What A Drag</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RU2X9YcqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Z0m0h12WF0/s1600-h/Windows_Vista_Ultimate_HD_Wallpaper_by_sliderPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RU2X9YcqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Z0m0h12WF0/s400/Windows_Vista_Ultimate_HD_Wallpaper_by_sliderPL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144329967485088418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I was thinking of what microsoft did really when they introduced vista, and I came to the realization that they just gave end-users a big headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well think about it this way, when microsoft introduced XP it was smoother to go from any version to XP, and it didn't take long that many users had XP installed and running on their devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to think about the why behind that, is XP didn't require me to throw my old pc away and get a pc with much higher budget, because of hardware specs, there is a major difference between XP and older versions, although XP is not what you say a great OS but its good and does its purpose, not to mention that i wont have to wonder what - lets call it model - of XP to get, Home or Professional and later they introduced media center edition which supports more entertainment utilities, and hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas to go to vista, we have many kinds, starter,home, home premium, business, enterprise, and ultimate, that is if microsoft doesn't give use another edition soon, why not have a home and a professional, or does they like the glamor that they have one full featured edition and like 6 other with features cut from the full one, and the ultimate coasts for one user license 400$, thats 3 XP professional licenses, well do i get my money's worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you don't what you get is a replica of the features that where years existing in MAC OS such as the widgets oh sorry they call it gadgets in vista that makes a difference, not to mention that vista takes a lot of space, and uses all your ram if you have 2GB or less, well I will talk no further but one last thing if its such a wonderful system how come with in a year a service pack is available, and many many fixes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-4425594251502770837?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/lE5ZviZbslY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/lE5ZviZbslY/vista-what-drag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RU2X9YcqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Z0m0h12WF0/s72-c/Windows_Vista_Ultimate_HD_Wallpaper_by_sliderPL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/vista-what-drag.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-372538546237467273</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T00:18:52.902+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><title>Open Book Yet Complex Reading</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RSp39YcpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nFXPCvwZ_ps/s1600-h/openbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RSp39YcpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nFXPCvwZ_ps/s400/openbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144327553713468050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well many when they take a glance at any open book lying there over the table, or any place tend to read some of its words, even if the have no interest at all in reading, just out of pure human curiosity, yet when someone wants to read a certain book and finds it open in front of him/her, they never think for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if we can imagine people as books, some are easy to read, some are complex, some are boring, some are exciting, others closed cover with a lock, yet some are open books that are easy to read yet complex to understand, that we can read them then get lost in trying to understand the idea behind them, for some reason we think that we understand, yet when we read it again, we find it weird that we missed many spots of hidden information and realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people are open books, but really so hard to be understood, they are exciting to be read, because they propose some kind of challenge, to ourselves, but the simplicity of the information these books tell are hard to the mind to understand, so we don't accept them, and flaw them of being complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing is that a few people are open books, and the majority are closed locked ones, that open for whom they choose to let them read, so for this not many like them and only who are chosen to read them understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this makes me come to a question what kind of book am I? well I thought it over many times, with me i don't tend to hide anything, what you see is what you get, yet a lot of people don't understand me, some are trying to, and some already did, there are some chapters in this book that people, tend to dismiss all in all, such as tying to help without personal gain, i found myself in this kind of books, maybe I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure that I'm right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-372538546237467273?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/uWxNc46V-vI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/uWxNc46V-vI/open-book-yet-complex-reading.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R2RSp39YcpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nFXPCvwZ_ps/s72-c/openbook.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/open-book-yet-complex-reading.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-3859194394749257223</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T14:47:50.354+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Remote Control</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">N95</category><title>"QUOTED"  Artical By Andreas Jakls - ShakerRacer: Real RC car controlled with the N95 acceleration sensor</title><description>mopius | 27 November, 2007 21:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the API to read the data of the acceleration sensor of the N95 has been released a short time ago, a lot of applications using it have been released. Some examples are the original &lt;a href="http://research.nokia.com/projects/activity_monitor" title="Moving Ball sample application from Nokia"&gt;moving ball&lt;/a&gt;-application from Nokia, the &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutsymbian.com/news/item/6227_Light_Sabre_go_iPhone-hunting_.php" title="Light Sabre at AllAboutSymbian.com"&gt;light sabre&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://blogs.forum.nokia.com/blog/luis-valentes-forum-nokia-blog/symbian-c/2007/11/20/accelerinvaders-video" title="Accelerinvaders"&gt;Accelerinvaders&lt;/a&gt;. It’s finally possible to reach a bigger target audience than a few months ago when we released &lt;a href="http://www.symbianresources.com/projects/carmeter.php" title="CarMeter"&gt;CarMeter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.symbianresources.com/projects/gboarder.php" title="gBoarder"&gt;gBoarder&lt;/a&gt;, which were only supported by the Nokia 5500 Sport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellspacing="10" width="215"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.forum.nokia.com//data/blogs/resources/105214/t_ShakerRacer2.jpg" alt="ShakerRacer: Control a real car in a natural way by tilting your phone!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Control a real car in a natural way by tilting your phone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now we wanted to take the acceleration sensor of a mobile phone to the next level and use it to control something literally “bigger” than an application that is running on the phone itself.&lt;p&gt;The result is called “&lt;a href="http://www.symbianresources.com/projects/shakerracer.php" title="ShakerRacer"&gt;ShakerRacer&lt;/a&gt;” (thanks to Adam Montandon for this great name!). Stephan Selinger, one of our professors, bought a normal RC car for about €90 and “tuned” it. Not in the traditional way, but instead he replaced the standard remote control component with an own microcontroller and a Bluetooth-module.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Using the Python module &lt;a href="http://discussion.forum.nokia.com/forum/showthread.php?t=120394" title="aXYZ Python module"&gt;aXYZ&lt;/a&gt; from cyke64, it was possible to write a small application that translates the movements of the N95 acceleration sensor to commands that can be understood by the car. This enables you to go as fast as 30 km/h by just tilting your phone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a bit similar to the control scheme of games like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excite_Truck" title="Excite Truck"&gt;Excite Truck&lt;/a&gt; for the Nintendo Wii, with the huge difference that it’s now in real life. Another idea that has a bit in common is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UzXVJodfpU" title="GroundSurf"&gt;GroundSurf&lt;/a&gt; where a skateboard can either be controlled by your own movements (like the &lt;a href="http://www.segway.com/" title="Segway"&gt;Segway&lt;/a&gt;) or with a PDA through a Bluetooth connection – but through the stylus on a touch screen and not intuitively like it is possible with acceleration sensors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course connecting the tile of the phone with a real toy car involves you as a player a lot more than the traditional controller ever could, making it a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you’d like to see it in action, check out the short video that we have made available at YouTube. Enjoy! As usual, you can find more information at &lt;a href="http://www.symbianresources.com/projects/shakerracer.php" title="More information about ShakerRacer at symbianresources.com"&gt;symbianresources.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; James Bond would have loved it...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMjAYdF13cU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMjAYdF13cU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Link: &lt;a href="http://blogs.forum.nokia.com/blog/andreas-jakls-forum-nokia-blog/python/2007/11/27/shakerracer"&gt;Andreas Jakls Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-3859194394749257223?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/jeWfHlnacTo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/jeWfHlnacTo/quoted-artical-by-andreas-jakls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/quoted-artical-by-andreas-jakls.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-5259640582336614933</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-05T09:55:28.118+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><title>Ruptured Soul of Shattered Hopes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1ZZP4rhwdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fMcMQ4wuSUA/s1600-h/n568565106_1785197_2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1ZZP4rhwdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fMcMQ4wuSUA/s400/n568565106_1785197_2106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140394154137862610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are fragile, the most gentle hit will shatter them to pieces, millions of pieces rupturing and cutting through the soul having these hopes, bleeding it, mutilating it, giving it a scare till the end of its days on this earth, there is no protection, because we build these hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday when we wake up we build new hopes, most end up bashed, whats the most thing we all hope for? some may say wealth, others will say good job, many also say power, but yet everyone knows its company, of special person, one is enough, this is the greatest hope, that we keep building, that keeps getting shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in shattered hopes a soul showers&lt;br /&gt;cutting and bruising till redeemed with no powers&lt;br /&gt;no healing, bleeding for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;building new hopes that shatters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till one day a hope in wholeness maintained&lt;br /&gt;that will over rule all what was bruised and pained&lt;br /&gt;a heal what was cut when it rained&lt;br /&gt;a soul scared but with new beauty will be gained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do we stop hoping? if we still have the power we should continue, the soul's scares will remain, and by not hoping, what is there to gain, but death to a soul deprived from the only thing that might make it whole again, i say this not sure, as i wrote before a battle might occur, spreading winter in lands that never of thus knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each one of us got a ruptured soul, because of shattered hopes that broke in a moment that was unexpected, but and there always is a but, i know of souls that became whole again, after waiting so long in the cold, a dilemma that each and everyone of us has to face alone, yet that is unique for each one and only for that one alone to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-5259640582336614933?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/zdqIEcvB9ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/zdqIEcvB9ZM/ruptured-soul-of-shattered-hopes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1ZZP4rhwdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fMcMQ4wuSUA/s72-c/n568565106_1785197_2106.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruptured-soul-of-shattered-hopes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-327001553957594028</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-05T00:04:58.331+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hearts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cold</category><title>Frozen Feelings of a Dead Heart</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1XO44rhwcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5VQrsG8AdV8/s1600-h/frost_pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1XO44rhwcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5VQrsG8AdV8/s320/frost_pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140242026396238274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering each day in life, living in freezing cold of a dead heart that pumps coldness into the veins of this decaying body, were tears no longer exist, eyes radiating death, that comes from deep darkness where something used to live people call it a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what is happening, why the cold doesn't affect me, why i feel nothing of anything, I took a step back, closed my eyes and slumbered, not to relax but to reflect the struggle that sometimes I feel inside, an alien feeling because I no longer recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw i sat there, took out the horror movie that many fear, the movie of the yin and yang of the human inner most hidden war, a war of two things that are opposite that not one can survive while the other exist, the battle field is the heart and the war is between warmth of hope and the coldness of pain and despair, this movie that i watched every time, and with each moment became less horrifying it was a progressive movie for each time I watched it, one of the opponents was winning, coldness filling a heart killing it and reviving it with its desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as much as it won the other part fought yet braver and stronger, like the energy is growing although it's losing, and like every other movie, we all tend to watch, we take favors, I was taking favor of the losing but stronger of the pair, yet its still losing, and its opponent spreading its troops of loneliness, pain, despair, agony, misery, and neglect along the borders of the battle field, yet I still favor it and want it to win, trying to encourage it and supply it with everything I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battle with an outcome unknown I am witnessing, who will win? who will rule? one is winning and the other is losing, but as it is always known that in wars, everything can happen and parts can be changed, yet no one knows the end till it comes, no matter what is wished or desired, who knows what ammo the warmth will use, as there is no love to fuel it, or anything of the sort, but yet one can always wait to see the end, and I think the roles will change some day and whats dead now will be alive then, for whom ever is witnessing such a battle, this is what I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-327001553957594028?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/hiXoUJeU6EI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/hiXoUJeU6EI/frozen-feelings-of-dead-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iB4eLvYL08/R1XO44rhwcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5VQrsG8AdV8/s72-c/frost_pic1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/frozen-feelings-of-dead-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-8322857921094599407</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-04T14:42:33.929+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iPhone</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opensource</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">android</category><title>Android OS Preview Iphone eat DIRT</title><description>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FJHYqE0RDg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FJHYqE0RDg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergey Brin and Steve Horowitz discuss the availability of the SDK, that it will be open source in the future, and demo applications on the Android platform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-8322857921094599407?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/O0Vdbq8Jdys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/O0Vdbq8Jdys/android-os-preview-iphone-eat-dirt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/android-os-preview-iphone-eat-dirt.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503734493624378807.post-6690217791390790226</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 08:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-25T10:33:51.625+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mobile os</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">google</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opensource</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">android</category><title>Google announced Android, open source mobile OS</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phonearena.com/htmls/showimage.php?m=Articles.Articles&amp;amp;f=image&amp;amp;id=2193&amp;amp;v=thumb"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 97px;" src="http://www.phonearena.com/htmls/showimage.php?m=Articles.Articles&amp;amp;f=image&amp;amp;id=2193&amp;amp;v=thumb" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.14in;"&gt;Today Google ended years of speculation and announced its plans to enter the wireless industry. Google, along with 33 partners, have created the Open Handset Alliance with the common goal of not only enabling handset makers and carriers to roll out technology faster, but also cheaper.  There will be no gPhone, but instead Android, a linux-based mobile operating system that will allow for “thousands of gPhones.”  Notable partners include Sprint and T-Mobile on the carrier side, semiconductor partners Qualcomm, Nvidia, Broadcom, Texas Instruments and Intel and software companies include Google, eBay and Packet Video (who powers Verizon’s VCast services.) The four handset manufacturers on board are HTC, LG, Motorola and Samsung. Notable absences to the alliance are Verizon Wireless, AT&amp;amp;T and top handset manufacturer Nokia.&lt;/p&gt;  Android is “a fully integrated mobile ‘software stack’ that consists of an operating system, middleware, user-friendly interfaces and applications.” It will have an emphasis on web browsing and will be scalable, allowing for QWERY and traditional keypads, big and small screens, etc. The SDK will be released to developers next week, and the product is expected to hit the market in the second half of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Source: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/press/pressrel/20071105_mobile_open.html"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted From: &lt;a href="http://phonearena.com/"&gt;http://phonearena.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503734493624378807-6690217791390790226?l=eliahaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~4/ddkEc5eKA7w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsOfATormentedSoul/~3/ddkEc5eKA7w/google-announced-android-open-source.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abu Gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eliahaj.blogspot.com/2007/11/google-announced-android-open-source.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
