<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1889115274672135061</id><updated>2024-10-05T05:24:20.022+03:00</updated><category term="The Puppet Strings"/><category term="About Love"/><category term="About Life"/><category term="Relationships"/><category term="Advice"/><category term="Coffee"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="Links"/><category term="Men"/><category term="People"/><category term="Philosophy"/><category term="Psychology"/><category term="Question"/><category term="Reality"/><category term="Recreation"/><category term="Shopping"/><category term="Social Sciences"/><category term="Women"/><category term="alsalt"/><category term="jordan"/><category term="السلط الاردن، فيلم اردني، فيلم قصير"/><title type='text'>Al&#39; Shaysaban</title><subtitle type='html'>The Puppet Strings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-6626179447505259564</id><published>2010-11-14T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:51:04.202+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alsalt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jordan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="السلط الاردن، فيلم اردني، فيلم قصير"/><title type='text'>Uyoun Al salt | عيون السلط فيلم وثائقي</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/dMWTFStVtlc?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 id=&quot;watch-headline-title&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-size: 1.8333em; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;long-title&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; id=&quot;eow-title&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 0.9166em; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;Uyoun Al salt | عيون السلط فيلم وثائقي&quot;&gt;Uyoun Al salt | عيون السلط فيلم وثائقي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/6626179447505259564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2010/11/uyoun-al-salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/6626179447505259564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/6626179447505259564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2010/11/uyoun-al-salt.html' title='Uyoun Al salt | عيون السلط فيلم وثائقي'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-7939736746079900435</id><published>2010-03-27T13:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:01:51.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GOAL TO AIM AT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m racked by pangs that conquer trust, Nothing in this place but a manic lust, My mind tingle, and my &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart&quot;&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; is sick. If my &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood&quot;&gt;blood&lt;/a&gt; won’t creep, my nerves will prick, The wheel of life speeding’s slow, And I’m no sheep, to go with the flow, No one nears me, when my light is low. No one hears me, if I pop or blow, I have it still, all the distress of spirit, And all the tension of its minute, But all that I need is here with me, I need no one to make it be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have it still, the arrows, and the bow. And the duty, maybe something big, who knows, Something huge, grand, fair, but fat, I think you know it, “THE GOAL TO AIM AT”&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/7939736746079900435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2010/03/goal-to-aim-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7939736746079900435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7939736746079900435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2010/03/goal-to-aim-at.html' title='THE GOAL TO AIM AT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-6356882298966393301</id><published>2010-03-27T12:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:57:35.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I’m racked by pangs that conquer trust,&amp;nbsp;Nothing in this place but a manic lust,&amp;nbsp;My mind tingle, and my &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia nofollow&quot; title=&quot;Heart&quot;&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; is sick.&amp;nbsp;If my &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia nofollow&quot; title=&quot;Blood&quot;&gt;blood&lt;/a&gt; won’t creep, my nerves will prick,&amp;nbsp;The wheel of life speeding’s slow,&amp;nbsp;And I’m no sheep, to go with the flow,&amp;nbsp;No one nears me, when my light is low.&amp;nbsp;No one hears me, if I pop or blow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I have it still, all the distress of spirit,&amp;nbsp;And all the tension of its minute,&amp;nbsp;But all that I need is here with me,&amp;nbsp;I need no one to make it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;CKNEO J+ Bembo&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I have it still, the arrows, and the bow.&amp;nbsp;And the duty, maybe something big, who knows,&amp;nbsp;Something huge, grand, fair, but fat,&amp;nbsp;I think you know it, “THE GOAL TO AIM AT”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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People who tell small lies are the worst ones. Hence they&#39;re compulsive liars. Even if the lie seems small, even insignificant, it shows you that if they can lie to you about small things, which don&#39;t mean a thing really, they can lie to you about everything. You can&#39;t truly say you love and care for someone if you&#39;re lying to them. When one lie is told, two people are involved. The person lying, and the person being lied to. The person being lied to has it the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;
Lying is selfish. You go into it knowing that the person that loves you trusts you with their whole heart and &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul_music&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Soul music&quot;&gt;soul&lt;/a&gt;, and you choose to take advantage of that. And it ends up hurting the one you said you loved more than anything in the end. Eventually you&#39;re screwing yourself over as well.&lt;br /&gt;
people will never look at you the same ... even if it is just one lie. It will effect every aspect of your life. They ruin EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;
It is better to be told a hurtful truth than to be told a comforting lie. In the end, the truth will make its way out and will hurt much more than it ever had to.&lt;br /&gt;
In the end There&#39;s one thing, why do some people thinks that A lie isn&#39;t considered a lie until the other person finds out. or talk about it. what if that person knew every single little lie they told. what if he’s not that stupid. what if that person is just waiting for the lies to stop. what if that person loves the lying partner. but it just that he don’t want to talk about it. he want it to stop. my question is: in the end.. does it even stop.. or just the lies keeps going?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvJoXlbZBWS9GhhV7wJ2CP3WfgFq0KF7b0cTT1AgulM_z6_4PFDZhbphUA4CTXWl8gUlw-jnHpOEt6ynDaeSHXoXWuQ6WNDSWag_fYEVuGIW-6ltPolJrNkX0cJ6muyOqEJNy_I2Ex9A/s1600-h/Nude%20Artistics%20%20(9)%5B11%5D.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;Nude Artistics  (9)&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oK81aJJCfKtFhj5zWLB9OwOWaMtIYVfNJrv7oBYZb5CBGWv5xdvHaiu6DB_-MXlfi-zds6hZVJ_6oaBTCikohdJrhWwU9lA-v8blxtWPEGah_at5HZRCVBDkSlGRI6Ozkh74buSb7z4/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;Nude Artistics  (9)&quot; width=&quot;205&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple was in a car when the woman turned to The man and asked, &quot;Would you like to stop for a &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Coffee&quot;&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;No, thanks,&quot; he answered truthfully. So they didn&#39;t stop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The result? The woman, who had indeed wanted to stop, became annoyed because she felt her preference had not been considered. The man, seeing his lady was angry, became frustrated. Why didn&#39;t she just say what she wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, he failed to see that his wife was &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Question&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Question&quot;&gt;asking the question&lt;/a&gt; not to get an instant decision, but to begin a negotiation. And the woman didn&#39;t realize that when her husband said no, he was just expressing his preference, not making a ruling. When a man and woman interpret the same interchange in such conflicting ways, it&#39;s no wonder they can find themselves leveling angry charges of selfishness and obstinacy at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As a specialist in &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linguistics&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Linguistics&quot;&gt;linguistics&lt;/a&gt;, -&lt;strong&gt;that’s me&lt;/strong&gt;- I have studied how the conversational styles of men and women differ. We cannot lump all men or all women into fixed categories. But the seemingly senseless misunderstandings that haunt our relationships can in part be explained by the different conversational rules by which men and women play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Learning about the different though equally valid conversational frequencies men and women are tuned to can help banish the blame and help us truly talk to one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;zemanta-pixie&quot; style=&quot;height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-a&quot; href=&quot;http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/cb68ea2a-db02-455d-9a6e-3092fa407a24/&quot; title=&quot;Reblog this post [with Zemanta]&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Reblog this post [with Zemanta]&quot; class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-img&quot; src=&quot;http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=cb68ea2a-db02-455d-9a6e-3092fa407a24&quot; style=&quot;border: none; float: right;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;zem-script more-related pretty-attribution&quot;&gt;&lt;script defer=&quot;defer&quot; src=&quot;http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/7564392270437347352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/linguistics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7564392270437347352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7564392270437347352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/linguistics.html' title='Linguistics'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oK81aJJCfKtFhj5zWLB9OwOWaMtIYVfNJrv7oBYZb5CBGWv5xdvHaiu6DB_-MXlfi-zds6hZVJ_6oaBTCikohdJrhWwU9lA-v8blxtWPEGah_at5HZRCVBDkSlGRI6Ozkh74buSb7z4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-2831695004042774089</id><published>2009-08-18T00:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:30:27.580+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Puppet Strings"/><title type='text'>My Green One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The most important things are the hardest things to say. they are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRoErtUBAYGA9k-GgXFRNgoqtKId3unusq806isyBkPmgVRU6jqwpihOnB4XIqV0LDPhfpcA_xzQqQZDNXKZ8n158I96kDYaXS-Ispj-pPjhMaWPkwFp8HJ8jSm578ltDAzoML8zxIoM/s1600-h/My%20Heart%20Vision%20of%20you%5B3%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;My Heart Vision of you&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1X-w7dyln2KtF-kkexnE0iTR406vmbWoqPLTuQ5taKT89Rc2R6UuiGI79He-UQUTRmYCmKvb_S6VP2scyGN6HNo9GcaSUH91ivVsBMx_IG2T3rpqHhl0d-gwDbHHi0zApvsFx-6e9Y/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;My Heart Vision of you&quot; width=&quot;161&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seemed&amp;nbsp; limitless when they were in your head to no more than the living size then they&#39;re brought out. but it&#39;s more than that, isn&#39;t it? the most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. and you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you&#39;ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. that&#39;s the worst, i think. when the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My Green One, I hope I am.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you love someone you should tell them, right? What’s the point of keeping that all inside. Never sharing it with the only person you’d ever want to tell. Walking around with this. Love burden on your heart. Makes you want to stand on her door, Shout it out from the street that; “I love you!” What have you got to lose? Aside from you and me and us and everything. No, the loss is too great. The risk is too much. you’d rather secret love her forever than ever Tell her the truth. &lt;br /&gt;
So I’ll whisper it now, scribble it on this paper, Tell only my heart’s version of you— A version that brings you to my arms, Breathes in your hair and asks, What was I waiting for?— That I love you. It just happened. I really really love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/2831695004042774089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-green-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2831695004042774089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2831695004042774089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-green-one.html' title='My Green One'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1X-w7dyln2KtF-kkexnE0iTR406vmbWoqPLTuQ5taKT89Rc2R6UuiGI79He-UQUTRmYCmKvb_S6VP2scyGN6HNo9GcaSUH91ivVsBMx_IG2T3rpqHhl0d-gwDbHHi0zApvsFx-6e9Y/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-2131644797735660954</id><published>2009-08-16T14:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:27:02.735+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Puppet Strings"/><title type='text'>Conscious Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;there’s a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. Other people are merely mirrors of us. You cannot love or hate&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTxv0velL_xamAxdUx-UiEyvYnivYa5PAXngozkVGfaxgt4ykMBQgWZvVG53itbkt64lQE98zb3K9bY9ubdipK7AwhabSR1nNkjVqbZ1fcWJvFRNoV6e1PlCEy0zRG5plzI9YZj233QU/s1600-h/misunderstanding%5B14%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;misunderstanding&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JUUikLpNLv5_Nq9xlG-TGq5Cx9mOsCS-Yplvsd1WItRWBcZTGyPJAqkrwV8SS2_TLXknzxHN380_W1iUVRrDhNk3oPfbqAdrT3XmKjvMIxayYwTlxjBHCvcLaJJrVXjWUoL7FjZuTfk/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;misunderstanding&quot; width=&quot;236&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. It&#39;s horrifying how much you can hate yourself for being weak and in need of someone who can’t save you from feeling that. Eventually you’ll turn it on her; you’ll try to empty it onto her. But there is always more.&amp;nbsp; When she tries to help; you’ll try tell her that she made you feel that. and that it’s her fault. But nobody makes us feel that, we do that for ourselves. you’ll shut her out because you know if she ever really saw who you are inside, that she won&#39;t love you anymore. and it’s so hard to make her understand. Actually I failed making her understand. And I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m going to get a second chance, but I have to believe. That I deserve one. Because we all do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Their are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The &quot;failed&quot; experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately &quot;work.&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nXnl-G395XB-656ChiT6mOGaeVgBl_TPnUiH-0ELZNEkcTvRCe_-j0o-_A9a4qyyIxZKO4A7_QQaHcUtsz-EOsaWAPq-5j2Yo5CSL5RTWbrN2QudN9nVDHaYZ0CiQk-_Djo0gwU9GaI/s1600-h/Unconscious%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;Unconscious&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKONxzfD1Pj5SptYZfd-6f8PqBHGGozV0bL0rNQk_1AFwBgmxHB8vmaUfZtalB9gJjhpf29Ph2j5dGJkCioQpq1UgPGVJw-a-SuDB1926QsqPC9lcDmKbkwhsD6jfD8nlzRsCYJn9FYI/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;Unconscious&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learning lessons does not end. There&#39;s no part of life that doesn&#39;t contain its lessons. If you&#39;re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. What you make of your life is up to you. What you do with it is up to you. The choice is yours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;the answers that you’re seeking for,&amp;nbsp; lay within you. The answers to life&#39;s questions lay within you. All you need to do is to look, to listen, and to trust. you hold the answers deep within your own mind, and consciously you’re forgetting it, that’s the way the human mind works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;and you’re sure as I’m sure… You will forget all of this. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/2131644797735660954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/conscious-misunderstanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2131644797735660954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2131644797735660954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/conscious-misunderstanding.html' title='Conscious Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JUUikLpNLv5_Nq9xlG-TGq5Cx9mOsCS-Yplvsd1WItRWBcZTGyPJAqkrwV8SS2_TLXknzxHN380_W1iUVRrDhNk3oPfbqAdrT3XmKjvMIxayYwTlxjBHCvcLaJJrVXjWUoL7FjZuTfk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Istanbul, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.012379 28.975926</georss:point><georss:box>40.947614 28.8591965 41.077144000000004 29.092655500000003</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-7225709177788107036</id><published>2009-08-13T00:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:36:40.717+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Puppet Strings"/><title type='text'>Just Stop being Stupid, There’s no Such thing as Love.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you think you’re in love, but let me tell you something, you are not, there’s no such thing, you have to check yourself because you may have a medical problem. just see the list below.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIOLbjLLNkCKi8rcO6xJ7bDZLgDULD5M3dFNlJWtRRJ5GxJOGhlG0UDjLaMWJnWXG6JDQpVDxFTmLPJC3XJ4yMFCLykcCEmfAYkqXUBZw7RTNP6PJ0wJXB2wQBA69jlV4J1fMfN14rfA/s1600-h/love%20falling%5B3%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;love falling&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;164&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaS8bSGbnvUK6HU7pd8Axr8i4PXLqDYRl87qKJsxneKTglWoptepd2VY4NzvuknGxYxqAlVkypnyTXAIMggHeENpJa0FsdWTYWUXDgk_JQ4pY4aPiMx54gwTjKq9Uuw11gV41P_UYCEk/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;love falling&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
when you can’t stop thinking about him/her it’s not love, it’s maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive-Compulsive_Disorder&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Obsessive–compulsive disorder&lt;/a&gt;, or OCD. try having “Paroxetine” everyday, and and you may get better. &lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes you have that restless trembling of body parts, like hands and feet, or some other parts, you’ll think it’s love, but it’s not, it’s maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkinson&#39;s_Disease&quot;&gt;Parkinson&#39;s Disease&lt;/a&gt;, in that case try some “Stalevo” and you may get better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
A Skippy heartbeat or heart rate that exceeds the normal range when you think of him/her, is not love. it’s maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tachycardia&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Tachycardia&lt;/a&gt;, which may lead to ventricular fibrillation and myocardial infarction (heart attack). I advise you to seek immediate doctor attention, and to have an 12 lead electrocardiogram test.&lt;br /&gt;
Constant smiling is not because you’re falling in love, not even close to that. it’s maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell&#39;s_Palsy&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bell&#39;s palsy&lt;/a&gt;, Treatment of Bell&#39;s palsy is a matter of controversy, all I can say is, Good luck with that.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduz2KKJ7QHrsN2yn0zO5OBANx-7-M1KreCQgFevvwpd8LKovkjyuRPzjePBDtZDh6Cc4t0bZBE10nMtNU5HfJy9-X3tJFbDnX0FSooe1QUeL9bkPQVYLrt4jvBuwUbC6BKCcg8uUZk3o/s1600-h/all%20in%20what%20is%20this%5B11%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;all in what is this&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;204&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWllhHH3SScYlEzHMGkWvydaxbmPX_GSriaTBY6XguqIsnTUxqR9K6vk9sesjbvGPZ2_ASrrZQNJun0EUf1xdlQtssjSXe7pS1sM1u39mpzpDGwtDDmBXIbFAqRUHTk3biD7LT5f1YUxQ/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;all in what is this&quot; width=&quot;214&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
if you have Insomnia, and you’re always thinking about him/her. it’s just not love, it’s maybe you’re having &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hormone&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hormone shifts&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circadian_rhythm_sleep_disorder&quot;&gt;Disturbances of the circadian rhythm&lt;/a&gt;, try having some “Benzodiazepines” and you may get better.&lt;br /&gt;
the feeling of him/her present when they are not around you, Feeling that you can smell/hear/feel him or her when not in his/her presence, is not love, it’s just a psychotic illness, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizophrenia#Medication&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/a&gt;, try some atypical antipsychotic medication such as Risperdal, and seek immediate medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;
And if you have Absent mindedness, forgetfulness, inability to focus on tasks at work or home, it’s not love, it’s just maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alzheimer&#39;s_Disease#Causes&quot;&gt;Alzheimer&#39;s Disease&lt;/a&gt;, if you’re old. and there’s no treatment.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAVKcKqNJJrPS3MZi3D6m977TT57QBXzP9v1mHjSkTCc0thxZQkQz-OFrczFilqsvfYds0fIhf1eW_EjRAyzK5NqyrFa2XBhw9cGk3v5ySphYJxj6Ww2YeflnTJQ-Hb_N-NiS-vBhG9Y/s1600-h/Love%5B10%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;Love&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMs3azmVubipB_iNu4iLum_Ubh8jhS6kK1YBPE0PB2m0pUjZLMzvo9Ud5MirQHNt2euzEUvhOotrNid_LAMoUEP6o5bRokvSL7opi5cDbfoD1Yeh6IxNpOEuR09e5X40dcS5WBsrN714/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;Love&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
A Frequent sexual arousal while thinking bout him/her does not mean you’re in love with that person. it’s just maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymphomania&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hypersexuality&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/compulsive-sexual-behavior/DS00144&quot;&gt;Nymphomania&lt;/a&gt;, though Nymphomania is not listed as disorders in the DSM-IV. I advise you of medical attention.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/7225709177788107036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-stop-being-stupid-theres-no-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7225709177788107036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/7225709177788107036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-stop-being-stupid-theres-no-such.html' title='Just Stop being Stupid, There’s no Such thing as Love.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaS8bSGbnvUK6HU7pd8Axr8i4PXLqDYRl87qKJsxneKTglWoptepd2VY4NzvuknGxYxqAlVkypnyTXAIMggHeENpJa0FsdWTYWUXDgk_JQ4pY4aPiMx54gwTjKq9Uuw11gV41P_UYCEk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-2507377441014322856</id><published>2009-08-11T02:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:50:05.078+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Puppet Strings"/><title type='text'>what if the puppets is without strings?</title><content type='html'>Well, I’m in the mood now. Despite what you have seen so far in this blog, which is not so much, I’m truly an optimist -most of times-.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4TOKWlAwHKeiS1oWnHYIUkdbYG9v7vrJWnHEM3yNCGGSm4LwXgGNe-gagJ0ZD-YJUBjZ2V0Lzpot87Fl9FFEr-Dmnqfhge6TW_AbbnqPYu2-NVEmao4Sa7SPuASdaCh41EIA_cLLiwc/s1600-h/I&#39;m%20a%20sign,%20not%20a%20cop%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;I&#39;m a sign, not a cop&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;184&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizi1CVJ5mvOxtC-9iY4UayQL3YLEx-zOTZgOxwKHlp6CX_gER8g47naWxIseVjAs4r6oWyiJ2_36NODQsBg-K2UltE7Jfgky9cjkXiNa19gvASGBczUFydQRGWXDa8IXM5kqjW4lh1_tI/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;I&#39;m a sign, not a cop&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i believe that you must do everything you can just to find your perfect situation. all our life is just circling around the perfect life, the perfect situation, the perfect partner, and just admitting to them. admitting to yourself. you know that it’s worthy of acknowledging. the perfect life, is the most difficult one, everyone knows that. it’s just that we’re too lazy to even think about living it. the really crazy thing it that sometimes we miss the reason we’re doing it –living life- and we just keep living like it’s just a TV show, we’re just like puppets. being moved by the master of the puppet strings –which we don’t know who he’s-. the challenge is to realize this and decide if it time worthy. but anyway, who have the think to think about his life. &lt;br /&gt;
Today&#39;s Quote&#39;s:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent “&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;— Ambrose Bierce&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/feeds/2507377441014322856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-im-in-mood-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2507377441014322856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889115274672135061/posts/default/2507377441014322856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alshaysaban.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-im-in-mood-now.html' title='what if the puppets is without strings?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizi1CVJ5mvOxtC-9iY4UayQL3YLEx-zOTZgOxwKHlp6CX_gER8g47naWxIseVjAs4r6oWyiJ2_36NODQsBg-K2UltE7Jfgky9cjkXiNa19gvASGBczUFydQRGWXDa8IXM5kqjW4lh1_tI/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Istanbul, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.012379 28.975926</georss:point><georss:box>40.947614 28.8591965 41.077144000000004 29.092655500000003</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889115274672135061.post-8837173310499823293</id><published>2009-08-10T14:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:37:00.395+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Links"/><title type='text'>visit my other finished blogs</title><content type='html'>this page is under constructions now… &lt;br /&gt;
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