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"https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love this band! Even the video in animation can bring tears to your eyes. How CAN they affect people so severely? Thanks U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmJgdXkAqMU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1613602151670677675?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/Nvb8W_PB6fA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1613602151670677675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1613602151670677675" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1613602151670677675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1613602151670677675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/Nvb8W_PB6fA/thanks-u2.html" title="Thanks U2 !!!" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-u2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CQH04fCp7ImA9WxNQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-1699260683661951686</id><published>2009-09-21T11:12:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:12:41.334+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T11:12:41.334+06:00</app:edited><title>What would you say....?</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather deal with people who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who have a heightened sense of self worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1699260683661951686?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/f0G9O5q_uNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1699260683661951686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1699260683661951686" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1699260683661951686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1699260683661951686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/f0G9O5q_uNU/what-would-you-say.html" title="What would you say....?" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-you-say.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INRH45fip7ImA9WxNRFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-5099735939305521835</id><published>2009-09-10T22:20:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:53:15.026+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T22:53:15.026+06:00</app:edited><title>Fiefdom: Gone Baby Gone!</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to my attention that some of you cannot read the blog at the new wordpress address. As such I am here to share my worthless wealth of words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick plug for a new magazine that has started here in Karachi, targeting the university level students. It is information relevant to their present state and connects (hopefully!) students from around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check it here: www.iWritejournal.com  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it appears that I may be free of the burdens of trying to run a business. The "Enough is Enough" state has been reached. People see things differently and that is what makes them interesting (or so I am told) yet that can also have problems when you are trying to reach a common goal. Therein lies the problem: there is not common thought and thus no common goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how does one fill up the day!! Let me count the ways!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-5099735939305521835?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/snbNV8gdBEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/5099735939305521835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=5099735939305521835" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/5099735939305521835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/5099735939305521835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/snbNV8gdBEc/fiefdom-gone-baby-gone.html" title="Fiefdom: Gone Baby Gone!" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiefdom-gone-baby-gone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BR30_fip7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-3686262691581074771</id><published>2009-08-08T12:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:12:36.346+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T12:12:36.346+06:00</app:edited><title>Alternate</title><content type="html">Have started Wordpress blog as Blogger has been most unreliable.... for those of you interested the address is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://u2bale.wordpresss.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-3686262691581074771?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/Wi0pzo1X3qw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/3686262691581074771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=3686262691581074771" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/3686262691581074771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/3686262691581074771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/Wi0pzo1X3qw/alternate.html" title="Alternate" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/08/alternate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNRnY9cCp7ImA9WxJaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-1328254385864877968</id><published>2009-08-08T02:40:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:51:37.868+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T02:51:37.868+06:00</app:edited><title>Ambition</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;There is a wall that I can see from my window seat that gives me the sublime view of people who come there to release their bladders. They thankfully face away from me and face the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the point of being human... I think Freud was onto something. The actual state of being human is the state of being  filled with shame thanks to certain bodily functions, which then brings us to ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that since our time of potty training we are filled with shame and to distance ourselves from the base beings that we are taught to feel we are, we develop "ambition" - a perpetual chase towards something "better" than being an organic eating and crapping machine. Whatever cerebral assets one might have are sharpened so as to develop some skill, something that will differentiate oneself from others just so each one can say : I am better than the base human that I am. That is what I feel ambition is. A form of chasing oneself away from our anal states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No higher calling, just a fear of being associated with the shame of crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1328254385864877968?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/ALzWNYZBW90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1328254385864877968/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1328254385864877968" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1328254385864877968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1328254385864877968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/ALzWNYZBW90/ambition.html" title="Ambition" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/08/ambition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACSH88fip7ImA9WxJaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-1407044769752837041</id><published>2009-08-06T17:37:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:12:49.176+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-06T23:12:49.176+06:00</app:edited><title>Good day</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Today was a good day. The weather is not warm and nor is it cool. The sky is overcast so the sun is not beating down hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a window seat. Music in my ears.... life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is plodding along... nicely or on time, its no longer my concern... I am far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest achievement of all: I cleaned up my hotmail account! I thought I had written it all off but there comes a time in everyone's life when we have to return to do the deed... and today was that day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was marked as junk, now Microsoft how well do your junk filters work? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old emails going as far back as Oct 2007 we dealt with! People offering me admission to Phoenix University, asking me for my money for some relief or another, all junk, junk, junk, I say! Those wanting me to sign petitions, all were deleted. My "baby that is now 27 months old" too was "junked"!  When did I get on the "babytobe" list? I had only just gotten away from offers of virtual sex and now this? What life do I lead? Do I have an alter ego that stalks cyberspace when I THINK I am asleep? Am I Tyler Durden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hotmail account now looks like the Outlook interface - lets see if the filters work. Oddly seeing emails from past lovers and by gone friends puts one in a strange mood. I noticed I was holding my breath when I saw certain names... I guess there is some humanity in me after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on... 8 days to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cartoce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Interestingly, I got two private responses to this post. Most intriguing!!! My friends actually read this stuff and were just waiting for a good day for me. Sweet some would say.... me, I will just keep quiet! Needless to say, soon after that post I stepped out into traffic and held my breath for various sundry reasons!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all the more curious as this very morning, I seemed to have depressed my mother about how I will never be happy.... how I am a misfit here, there and everywhere! Hahahhaha!!! AND THAT my friends is a GOOD DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1407044769752837041?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/kGu95uJVhRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1407044769752837041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1407044769752837041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1407044769752837041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1407044769752837041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/kGu95uJVhRo/good-day.html" title="Good day" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQX09eSp7ImA9WxJaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-2485678913003824336</id><published>2009-08-01T01:41:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:51:10.361+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T01:51:10.361+06:00</app:edited><title>I was here...</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;A blog is a means by which sad gits think they can show / prove their worth, as if their existence mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were here".&lt;br /&gt;The insecurity of how we do not matter hits and then we all scramble to prove how we were here... how we mattered...how if we exist in cyberspace then we must also exist somewhere in the 'real' realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for collaboration. People comment and are "connected". All it amounts to is just another forum through which we are deceived into believing we are actually in touch with other like minded folks... when I think its just another means by which we can put each other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments I see over blogs and articles are turning to bitterness and rudeness. More so I mean. More than a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every night I have the same dream, I'm hatching some plot, scheming some scheme"&lt;br /&gt;All I want is out. These thoughts too "bitter so swallow" can and will be ignored. They are not intended for you. They are a  personal truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-2485678913003824336?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/2mXmzpI3GHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/2485678913003824336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=2485678913003824336" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/2485678913003824336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/2485678913003824336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/2mXmzpI3GHo/i-was-here.html" title="I was here..." /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQX08cCp7ImA9WxJbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-7632909530193903341</id><published>2009-07-26T12:06:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:16:50.378+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-26T12:16:50.378+06:00</app:edited><title>I want to BeLIEve</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err)&lt;/script&gt;If you live amongst lies, nothing is real, and nothing is fake. That is how I feel. Cannot be&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;ve anything anymore. Everything seems unbe&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;vable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why as our man Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No, nothing makes sense, nothing seems to fit.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd hit out if you only knew who to hit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that sounds about right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said this some years ago... now however, in this latest offering : No line on the horizon, it seems the lyrics are strangely crippled. The music is great, fantastic even but the lyrics are sub par, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is simply perfect BECAUSE nothing makes sense to me anyway... imagine if u2 had had great lyrics this time and I was not being able to make sense of them, it would have been sad...but since my mind is already in a state of incomprehension or disbelief, the lyrics being sub standard is ok... I am not missing anything... or AM I? Perhaps it already is as such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha... here I am thinking the lyrics are bad, while all the while its me whose comprehension may be at fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why is that not surprising... invariably I get upset only to find that that which upsets me outside resides in some way within and so the rage is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is official,  I cannot live, work play or stay amongst people. It just does not work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-7632909530193903341?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/4elbbZgHgws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/7632909530193903341/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=7632909530193903341" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/7632909530193903341?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/7632909530193903341?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/4elbbZgHgws/i-want-to-believe.html" title="I want to BeLIEve" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-believe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANSH07fip7ImA9WxJbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-4647055406404549394</id><published>2009-07-22T10:10:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:16:39.306+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T11:16:39.306+06:00</app:edited><title>The tubes are filled with song</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2spzZsPGrzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2spzZsPGrzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tour as you all know is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad" makes its tour debut last night... along with "Until the End of the World" and "Elevation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the two nights in Amsterdam U2 played 28 songs... THIS is why you need to attend both nights of the show when they have two shows in the same city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMSTERDAM1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe &lt;br /&gt;No Line On The Horizon &lt;br /&gt;Get On Your Boots &lt;br /&gt;Magnificent &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Day &lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Ways &lt;br /&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For &lt;br /&gt;Angel of Harlem &lt;br /&gt;In A Little While &lt;br /&gt;Unknown Caller &lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable Fire &lt;br /&gt;City of Blinding LIghts &lt;br /&gt;Vertigo &lt;br /&gt;I'll Go Crazy (Remix) &lt;br /&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday &lt;br /&gt;Pride (In The Name of Love) &lt;br /&gt;MLK &lt;br /&gt;Walk On &lt;br /&gt;Where The Streets Have No Name &lt;br /&gt;One &lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet &lt;br /&gt;With Or Without You &lt;br /&gt;Moment of Surrender &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMSTERDAM 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;No Line On The Horizon&lt;br /&gt;Get On Your Boots&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Day&lt;br /&gt;Elevation&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;Until The End of the World&lt;br /&gt;City of Blinding LIghts&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Pride (In The Name of Love)&lt;br /&gt;MLK&lt;br /&gt;Walk On&lt;br /&gt;Where The Streets Have No Name&lt;br /&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;br /&gt;With Or Without You&lt;br /&gt;Moment of Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find a richer setlist?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this my computer is fetching a lossless recording of my first u2 concert ever: Zoo TV tour Oct 24 1992, Sun Devil Stadium, Tempe AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU INTERNETS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-4647055406404549394?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/MtU45lSKb2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/4647055406404549394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=4647055406404549394" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4647055406404549394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4647055406404549394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/MtU45lSKb2U/tubes-are-filled-with-song.html" title="The tubes are filled with song" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/tubes-are-filled-with-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDRHo5cCp7ImA9WxJbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-8465433423524059973</id><published>2009-07-21T18:54:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:06:15.428+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-21T19:06:15.428+06:00</app:edited><title>Heavy Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Literally. I swear its as if the weight of the world is resting on my chest. Deep breaths are not helping either... nothing does.... except sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep comes like a drug, in God's country"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not God's country. Thus there is no sleep here. No rest for wicked - indeed. There is true wickedness abound. Night 4 and no sleep. The brain seems frazzled and less aligned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason - KESC has killed power. It could be argued that Karachi saw a storm of epic proportions and so the wires all came down. Argue away. I think there is more to this wickedness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we have had several hours of breakdown a week (sometimes for over 24 hours straight) and yet my KESC bill today states Rs. 13,200 (approx: $161) spells W I C K E D N E S S in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not the reason for the heavy heart. The problem lies elsewhere. No its not love or the lack thereof, I am actually quite proud of my lack of feeling affection - but it is just the general "anger" at everyone who works around me, perhaps not 'with' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of the storm proved to be entertaining - well once we got home! Being stranded with the car crying out and you forcing it to wade through 3 feet of standing water is not something I would want repeated. The complete lack of sight.... meant that I could be driving whilst looking out the side window, rather than the windscreen.. (which I actually caught myself doing at one point in time! I was mesmerized by a "charpai" in a tent with a lantern, the charpai had no legs.. it appeared to be floating in water, as it probably was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway having driven in snow storms and rainstorms in N. America and survived, I can tell you this was crazier! Mainly due to the fact that you never know what you are crushing under your tires... what truly lies beneath is anyone's guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day three after the storm. There are trucks around sucking up the sludge and depositing them into drains. The sight is not pretty, the smell sicker. Retching is my normal response to everything now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavy heart does not help either.... that only leads to more retching.... God why did I ever think I could work "with" people. I am the lone rider, I should KNOW this by now and live as such... collaborating only causes stress and heavy hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how far my coronary attack is now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-8465433423524059973?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/OH4eAZZ5N6U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/8465433423524059973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=8465433423524059973" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8465433423524059973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8465433423524059973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/OH4eAZZ5N6U/heavy-heart.html" title="Heavy Heart" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavy-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NSXcyfCp7ImA9WxJUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-4704232958045543538</id><published>2009-07-17T11:13:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:18:18.994+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T02:18:18.994+06:00</app:edited><title>I fought the law.... and I lost</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the unthinkable the other day. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am sorry, I am ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a particularly hectic morning (not making excuses), but it really was annoying - I discovered that I am a glorified errand boy even in my own business... so when I got to the office, I discovered that the electricity had been absent all through the night. The people who work in the office, had told me this in an email (when trying to make an excuse for why they had not submitted something on time) saying that due to the power cut, they could not submit something.... that was at 12am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, 11am and still no power. I called up our electricians (both). The neighbors all had power so it was just us. Why had my colleagues failed to see this and to then take action? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricians: one would not answer the phone and the other was out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around the commercial area and at 12pm people still had not bothered to open their stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually giving up (as I had to be in a meeting at 12) I tried calling my relatives to have them send their electricians over. One of them said that he would be there in 30 mins. Of course all this while my colleagues who had sat obliviously the night before stayed out of the mess... (cannot discuss that here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 2:45 apparently the job was taken care of. The electrician had sent someone else over who was insistent that our office was on Kh-e-Rahat, even though I told him no... I should know, I go there every day. Anyway he kept calling me through my meeting and beyond. Of course in the meanwhile my office colleagues kept calling me too... just to ensure I not be at rest, even though I was in a bloody customer meeting... not out there enjoying myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the phone rang yet again whilst I was driving and I answered it.. my mistake... I was crossing a traffic signal then too... of course this idiot of an electrician was now standing at some masjid and asking for directions yet again (this was at 1:30pm) - 1.5 hours after my call and he was still not at my office. I was not returning from my meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the traffic policeman saw me on the phone (of course just me) and signaled to me to stop and to come his way to receive a ticket, no doubt... I did not stop... I shook my head at him, saying that I was sorry but I was not stopping, I had of course dropped the phone by then and was no longer talking to anyone... but I feel guilty... the evil is within me now... I am tainted, I am corrupt, I am unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: In response to the comment made below, I have this to say:&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped by the police at another occasion about 3 months ago and I complied (and it was unjustified then and the police gave me a hard time unnecessarily, calling me "mad" on the get go)... I stayed calm even though they had known that they were just being unfair etc.... and when I agreed to comply with whatever fine they had wanted to impose on me, they just backed down and let me go! (I guess they had thought calling me out of my mind and barking at me would put some fear in me, enough to offer them a bribe.. which I never did and nor had I planned on)...... so I don't understand anything... when I play by their rules they don't want anything to do with me, when I play by mine, they want nothing to do with me.... so I am not sure what I am supposed to think anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyday I see motorcycle cops break the lights/ go the wrong way on a one way street and today, make a left turn into a street from the right most lane... so I am not sure what I should be doing about these people whom I was defending... I still think I was wrong and hope I never do something like this again but honestly the frustration levels are new even to me! Each day fighting inner and all battles breaks me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-4704232958045543538?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/AyQKarAY9X4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/4704232958045543538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=4704232958045543538" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4704232958045543538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4704232958045543538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/AyQKarAY9X4/i-fought-law-and-i-lost.html" title="I fought the law.... and I lost" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-fought-law-and-i-lost.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBSH0zfip7ImA9WxJUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-1421539463510510116</id><published>2009-07-17T01:32:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:05:59.386+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T02:05:59.386+06:00</app:edited><title>Serenity Now...!</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a slow moving motorcyclist in front of you oblivious to the fact that he/ she is holding up traffic behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a "weaving / swaying / changing-lanes without looking / driving in the middle of two lanes and not allowing you to pass" motorcyclist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment and help me be more patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UPDATE: 2 votes for slow mo motorcyclists, 2 vote for erratic rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1421539463510510116?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/EgOs8svuYU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1421539463510510116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1421539463510510116" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1421539463510510116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1421539463510510116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/EgOs8svuYU0/serenity-now.html" title="Serenity Now...!" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/serenity-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBR3cyeyp7ImA9WxJUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-1039987577187421054</id><published>2009-07-12T11:58:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:44:16.993+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T03:44:16.993+06:00</app:edited><title>Musica, nada Libro</title><content type="html">Discovered a cool new (ish) show that they have had on TV here a while... its called Coke Studio and they have prominent Pakistani (new breed) singers in a studio with traditional instruments / orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, since I do not usually watch TV, I had to be told about this.. the best part being that you can watch and download the entire show online: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cokestudio.com.pk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thank you Internets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I have U2 playing in Paris with intermittent live feeds from the concert itself (along with Tweets from the show itself).... THANK YOU INTERNETS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the Internets there is little else to report. Have not read a single page / book in several months... its actually reached a point where even I feel shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-1039987577187421054?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/j680KO2lG_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/1039987577187421054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=1039987577187421054" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1039987577187421054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/1039987577187421054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/j680KO2lG_Y/musica-and-no-libro.html" title="Musica, nada Libro" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/musica-and-no-libro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQX4-fyp7ImA9WxJUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-269725454607768697</id><published>2009-07-08T16:52:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:08:50.057+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T17:08:50.057+06:00</app:edited><title>not worth remembering</title><content type="html">All I do is wait for the night&lt;br /&gt;When all is at rest, except my mind&lt;br /&gt;The day brings only anger, menace and consternation&lt;br /&gt;The night when u2 are on stage, there is only gratification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving, customers and whiney chants&lt;br /&gt;Carpenters, bills and a list of "I can'ts"&lt;br /&gt;Fill me with dread and frustration&lt;br /&gt;Yet as the evening draws so does anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news have only bad drivers to report..... the pictures below are of cars parked (without drivers in the driving seats waiting for anyone) IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SlR9nkSj_5I/AAAAAAAABzE/-JJIWPWnl3Q/s1600-h/03072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SlR9nkSj_5I/AAAAAAAABzE/-JJIWPWnl3Q/s320/03072009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356043975560265618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SlR900s8t9I/AAAAAAAABzM/WnwJRDIAZd0/s1600-h/07072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SlR900s8t9I/AAAAAAAABzM/WnwJRDIAZd0/s320/07072009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356044203304204242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-269725454607768697?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/3CzKvqHiTXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/269725454607768697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=269725454607768697" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/269725454607768697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/269725454607768697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/3CzKvqHiTXE/var-gajshost-https-document.html" title="not worth remembering" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SlR9nkSj_5I/AAAAAAAABzE/-JJIWPWnl3Q/s72-c/03072009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/var-gajshost-https-document.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQnw4eyp7ImA9WxJVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-8490582595931681398</id><published>2009-07-03T02:45:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:54:03.233+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T02:54:03.233+06:00</app:edited><title>THANK YOU INTERNETS!!!</title><content type="html">THANK YOU INTERNETS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC $1000&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection Rs. 1800/ month&lt;br /&gt;listening to a U2 concert LIVE as it happens in city halfway around the world.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u2 experiment with the setlist I am here in bed, to hear them wander their way through old dusty numbers like 'Party Girl' and through never before / seldom heard live gems like "Electrical Storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Tweeting from the show. The pictures / the videos the live streams.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I hear The Edge working the guitar .....Unbeliveable......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not all great! The live feed comes and goes but it's there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on like this for a while, I think it best that I stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course during the last tour I DID have the same thing happening but this time its through smartphones and the sound is much better... last time round we had a strange system... too silly to go into that here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to address the headache I have... to get some sleep or to continue with the wait? I know the concert will be available tomorrow = online.. so ... perhaps it is time to turn in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-8490582595931681398?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/Ozf83tUawHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/8490582595931681398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=8490582595931681398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8490582595931681398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8490582595931681398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/Ozf83tUawHE/thank-you-internets.html" title="THANK YOU INTERNETS!!!" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-internets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIARXs-fip7ImA9WxJVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-380114576221074059</id><published>2009-07-02T23:52:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:15:44.556+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T00:15:44.556+06:00</app:edited><title>---the Tour</title><content type="html">Some of you may remember my predicament of some months ago : to blackberry or not to.... &lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know of my obsession with U2&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that Blackberry has *sponsored* the latest U2 tour: U2 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you get where I am going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do? Bought the U2 iPod... converted to iTunes because Vertigo was first released as an online release on iTunes before the "official single" came out... what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I ADOPT A BLACKBERRY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I guess the answer is yes. RIM wanted this all along. They know we suckers exist and they did this all along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so far, since learning about the Blackberry sponsorship, (no I will not comment on corporate sponsorship and U2)... yes so since hearing about the sponsorship, I had not learned of anything Blackberry related...until now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/u2/"&gt;BLACKBERRY LOVES U2!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... so they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XA8SM_ivqpY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XA8SM_ivqpY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE ANSWER IS HERE... I WILL HAVE TO GO GET A TOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.... I mean go ON Tour to see U2 on Tour all the while carrying this &lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/devices/blackberrytour/tour_videos.jsp"&gt;Tour!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-380114576221074059?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/FvNB-9LJM3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/380114576221074059/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=380114576221074059" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/380114576221074059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/380114576221074059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/FvNB-9LJM3A/tour.html" title="---the Tour" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/tour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMR3g-eip7ImA9WxJVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-8970527018000974958</id><published>2009-07-01T10:32:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:39:46.652+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T10:39:46.652+06:00</app:edited><title>Yyayy for the Internet</title><content type="html">The power of the Internet is never more apparent than when all peoples come together. If any of you follow Geoff (he is listed in my blogroll) the man who chose to buy his first ipod by asking 500 people for 50p each so he could purchase an ipod for 250 pounds... or the same Geoff who held the record for visiting all the 250+ tube stations of London in 17 + hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that same Geoff had decided to go across America on a high tech road trip. Sadly he was robbed of all his high tech belongings so the video diary from the road is a little difficult... however, the people following his journey and his blog have managed to raise $3000 for him in one day! He lost about $6000 worth of equipment and to think that has all happened "online".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information was received online. The updates sent out via Facebook and Twitter and an online magazine... and then there is of course Pay Pal... all things online for a life on the road. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you wish to help out... note the little page is up at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://helpgeoff.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can then go to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thedigitel.com/helpgeoff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the money I am interested in how quickly things come together online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-8970527018000974958?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/VUYpPNGPle8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/8970527018000974958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=8970527018000974958" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8970527018000974958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/8970527018000974958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/VUYpPNGPle8/yyayy-for-internet.html" title="Yyayy for the Internet" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/07/yyayy-for-internet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBRnY5eyp7ImA9WxJVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-497298950173154256</id><published>2009-07-01T09:40:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:52:37.823+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T09:52:37.823+06:00</app:edited><title>----and there are back</title><content type="html">It has been a long 4 years but my (nearly 50 year old) boys are back on the road!&lt;br /&gt;U2 started their 360 tour last night in Barcelona. Four years on, with computing power having increased manifold, us with our cell phones and them with their highest tech stage and space station links ups, the time for a real time concert attendance (in absentia) from anywhere in the world (or outside) is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People posted updates and images like the last time round, but this time in REAL TIME. Thank you Twitter!&lt;br /&gt;Though I DID go to sleep instead of receiving these real time updates, they were there for me in the morning when I awoke! Twiddeo and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the computing power we all hold in our hands these days due to blackberries, iphones and several other contenders, life is connected to U2. I finally see the uses of a smart phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen is a new feat of technology. It rotates, it expands it shrinks.... what more can we ask for!! As one attendee said "the screen is sick"! I understand that means its a good thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had other news but it appears it has slipped my mind... thanks to the slight excitement of having U2 in concert again. 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They park their vehicle in front of cars so you are not allowed to accelerate and drive off until they choose to move. Since this man proposes to go right I am at his mercy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;LOL I spelt Demons as Daemons.... sadly somewhere I think my mind thinks its a techie mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trials of interacting with people on a day to day basis continue. I now realize how GOOD it is that I am not married. I would have slit my spouse's throat in the night as he slept if I had someone in that role.. simply because the more time I spend with people the more their habits and selves start to irk me. I have to of course maintain decorum and so I cannot say anything so instead it is all festering inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand violence now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly what I do not understand is the lack of common decency and the lack of IQ around here. I see people acting WITHOUT consideration and without ANY foresight. WHY? When did every one go from being human to being alpha animal with little or no forward thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have realized talking to anyone or exchanging "ideas" amounts to jack all. The less said the better. This blog post thus is a scam! I hope I am not communicating anything here! That would defy my new thoughts and intention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day whilst reviewing the Nokia N97, the battery on the device died! Now we have never had that happen to us yet the show must go on... so its interesting how the producer has managed to make it about the "people's review". Clever one she be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of things happen during the day - each of them hateful and such that I too have become a person not worth knowing. I am filled with a quiet rage and any sound (or any stimulus) unnerves me. All people must be shunned. All activities raise my blood pressure - just that extra bit. Driving makes me want to quit and just die ..... its not the constant electricity breakdowns (again no electricity at home for over 10 hours, have not been home yet to verify, it might still be missing). It is not the usual lack of respect. It is not how even I feel de humanized and undignified everyday, it is what it has done to my insides.... how I feel I am less compassionate, less forgiving and less loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... less human everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-4359513940834371955?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/zsxnMdNRcqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/4359513940834371955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=4359513940834371955" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4359513940834371955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4359513940834371955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/zsxnMdNRcqo/de-humanize-yourself.html" title="&quot;De-humanize yourself&quot;" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SkTA8ZStFNI/AAAAAAAABys/7aTeeS15sVE/s72-c/24062009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-humanize-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFSHszfyp7ImA9WxJVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-2053044767747822410</id><published>2009-06-21T09:07:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:08:39.587+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T19:08:39.587+06:00</app:edited><title>no title</title><content type="html">The following blog entry shown below was posted by the Whitelies folks just cos I entered my credentials... Web 2.0 I quite like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is unlikely that I will ever see this band live and I seem to like them at present, I thought I would just plug them in here! Each time they play we should be able to get an update... or a live feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many many thoughts... all disturbing. Someone I know basically told me how I am a "depressive" and that I am only happy if I am depressed.. and I was then sad at hearing this as I thought I had moved on from that stage. No doubt it might have been true at one point in time,  perhaps even is still true today, but I genuinely thought I had moved from depressed to hard core cruel and heartless / cynical to the core so no longer "dismayed" at things just mad....&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me there was no electric power here at my house since 10:30m pm until 7am. No power means no sleep and that means nothing to keep me from my new "troubled thoughts". Why do I meet this person. I fear I have a moth-to-a-flame like fascination for this person as he can put me down yet I am quite intrigued by him and his thoughts, so, the "fascinating" meetings leads to a philosophical hangover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger still at the KESC folks... what am I going to do. Running seems like an option but whereever you stop the relief appears distant. Suddenly everything is less interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be considered depressed.... I did not think I was.... now this person can be wrong too... but why does he get under my skin and make me doubt myself....for all you positive thinkers out there on the verge of lecturing me... on how I should not let anyone let me doubt myself.. please save it... you all know this happens..... so why pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little self doubt resides in each one of us and should... perhaps I may be more prone to it than you... but that is the way things are. If I really wanted to take your advice, don't you think I would have by now? Whatever advice is offered is not new - each person I meet, I ask them for something 'new and interesting' and until now, that has yet to be answered satisfactorily....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-2053044767747822410?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/q425KFQJYpk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/2053044767747822410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=2053044767747822410" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/2053044767747822410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/2053044767747822410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/q425KFQJYpk/no-title.html" title="no title" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-title.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFQ3czeSp7ImA9WxJWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-7947357434621442015</id><published>2009-06-21T09:06:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:06:52.981+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T09:06:52.981+06:00</app:edited><title>whitelies</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTU1MzU1OTIyNSZwdD*xMjQ1NTUzNjA*OTIyJnA9MTExNTQxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*4ODMxNDJkM2E2NjU*NDlmYjFmOThjOTBkOWZlYjUzZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;object width="416" height="437"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.kyte.tv/f/ch/301121&amp;tbid=k_137&amp;p=s"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" style="display:block;margin:0" width="416" height="437" src="http://www.kyte.tv/f/ch/301121&amp;tbid=k_137&amp;p=s"&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/5500066584019140797-7947357434621442015?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/PVNDb_Nbzvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/7947357434621442015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=7947357434621442015" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/7947357434621442015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/7947357434621442015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/PVNDb_Nbzvw/whitelies.html" title="whitelies" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/06/whitelies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MERnk6eCp7ImA9WxJWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-4405935164480405243</id><published>2009-06-20T01:07:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:23:27.710+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T01:23:27.710+06:00</app:edited><title>Working</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SjviH_834yI/AAAAAAAABxY/fmAEgul7ygs/s1600-h/17062009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SjviH_834yI/AAAAAAAABxY/fmAEgul7ygs/s320/17062009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349117609486312226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks and still no PTCL connection. As for the wonderful ad they give in the Sunday paper -it is of course all a lie. The man in the picture above came up with NO safety belt, appeared to be resting on the edge of the horizontal bar and with nothing to hold him. The ladder could slip. The rungs on the ladder are being held together by telephone wire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching him was making me queasy. He had come to activate our office line, that never happened but I got a blog picture out of it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I learn each day and then relearn and then is re enforced yet again, is that everyone lies to you. EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today all the work people who came and went gave sub standard work and then defended it all saying things which make you feel as if you are asking for the moon, just because you ask that they hang things level or not chip the polish when indeed the job they are there for is to polish the furniture, or better yet, not break your fan! When the carpenter does that - thanks to carelessness shoves the sheet of ply into the fan as it spins, such that the fan blades break and the fan loses its balance and now runs as if it really will run after you....! what do you say? Do you pay him for his services? The damage he has caused is more expensive than the work he had been hired for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the car which you have rented and does not run in 1st or 2nd gear... and if it runs, then the A/C does not... in this heat you show up at potential client meetings soaked like you were just swimming.... what chance do you have of actually getting clients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about this same car then being sent for repairs. Being promised that the car will be back in an hour and after 3 hours you are still waiting / fuming and now a little insecure as everyone has lied to you about the status of the car. In the meanwhile you have missed a client meeting and are about to miss another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start out on foot.. to find yourself a cab... someone has left cheweing gum on the sidewalk... it sticks to your shoe and the base of your heel..... the rest is NOT history but dirt that you collect the rest of the day... your heel is thus now the breeding ground for all things one would find in a landfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continues ALL day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not eaten since the day before.. as you have not had time to eat all day. Fools and jokers eat up your time. You come home at midnight only to find no power / electricity in your home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, all you do is inhale and exhale. No. No. You do not scream at anyone as it does not matter to anyone...........you wonder why you do this... you wonder, what else would you do, if not this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a challenge and everyday you are a loser and a champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-7287241-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5500066584019140797-4405935164480405243?l=u2bale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~4/n5C39Dor_7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://u2bale.blogspot.com/feeds/4405935164480405243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5500066584019140797&amp;postID=4405935164480405243" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4405935164480405243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5500066584019140797/posts/default/4405935164480405243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lkyw/~3/n5C39Dor_7I/working.html" title="Working" /><author><name>Saba's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WtDTT3Y9RJU/SjviH_834yI/AAAAAAAABxY/fmAEgul7ygs/s72-c/17062009%28001%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://u2bale.blogspot.com/2009/06/working.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DRXw7eip7ImA9WxJXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5500066584019140797.post-5956198902453149051</id><published>2009-06-13T10:36:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:37:54.202+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T10:37:54.202+06:00</app:edited><title>Blogging the MicroBlog</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Had put in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twitterific&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Twitterfon&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; Touch two days ago and laughed at how I have two Twitter Apps on the pod even though I never twitter from the road but I felt one of them would be crap and so will fall out of the race....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Twitterific&lt;/span&gt; has to go thanks to #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twitpocalypse&lt;/span&gt; however, the fact that I can wake up check the tweets and KNOW this... that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Twitterific&lt;/span&gt; has caused problems for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iphones&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt;, I can take this action without being affected personally.... the power of Web 2.0 is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sat through two customer meetings explaining to them the value of this Web 2.0 thing... one of them said he did not care (cos he did not understand) the other thought he knew too much.... he thought its the technology that goes into it.... more than the mentality... either way this morning is JUST RIGHT!! It proves the point... that only on the Internet are we human! We collaborate and assist - even get kindness from strangers in the form of posts and help on forums!! Of course we also get the nasty comments at the end of blogs but hey- that is human too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Blogger will not open today... not sure what Google ate last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the hype regarding Safari 4.0 I see it to be a little slower than Mozilla 3.0.10 still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;microblogging&lt;/span&gt;.. now that is strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Stephen Fry's "The Dongle of Donald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trefusis&lt;/span&gt;"... not only is it hilarious with double en tundras etc. but the spoken word out of an Englishman, I am afraid DOES sound much better than anything else! What is interesting here is that he has managed to make it even more interactive than things usually are on the Internet. As you hear it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; (or whichever client you wish to use), during the reading you are asked to visit his site for viewing pictures/ paintings. The irony is that he is trying to mock our philistine electronic/web ways and to introduce some culture into my life... and yet its all ON THE WEB!! FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT mention the goings on this country. Words fail me. 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