<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758</id><updated>2011-11-20T06:24:02.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Faux Pas</title><subtitle type='html'>Mentally confined. It's time for the exposé!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-1339504351097482841</id><published>2008-02-15T22:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:12:21.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Segre-nation?</title><content type='html'>Inevitably, the segregation issue has been lingering on for the past couple of years but recently has been catapulted into the forefront of our country's current events. I read about it, I hear people talk about, I see demonstrations on TV, but have never really voiced my opinion. Not that I think it's not important, on the contrary actually, everyone is entitled to an opinion, even if it means they'd rather not have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your extremist political activist who is determined to make a change, key word being determined, I just state my opinion to whomever wants to hear it, how modest of me right? So what IS my opinion? I don't support segregation, why? Not simply because the logic behind segregation is absurd but because that the whole issue is a power struggle, who gets the last say, which party gets to have it their way! Sure, the anti-seg people are doing an amazing job, but unfortunately they're facing an upward battle, seriously, the pro-seg clan's ignorance is so overwhelming that they are stuck in their own illogic! Blah, they need to take a debate course, just to show their credibility because their reasons for segregation simply SUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, segregation will supposedly decrease the divorce rate, the rate of STDs, infidelity, number of abortions and the moral values of the general public and specifically teenagers and young adults? mHm, so I'm supposed to believe that all that wouldn't happen while having segregated schools and even workplaces? So, it doesn't have ANYTHING to do with how people are raised or choose to behave? So, naturally, segregation will automatically create virtuous people who turn a blind eye to anything sexual. Yes, sexual. Haven't you noticed that their whole claim for segregation is purely sexual. Why? Don't they have the faith that parents have the capability of rearing their children and raising them to be decent people? Yeah, maybe segregation will make people less perverted right? We have segregated institutions here and it's clear that whatever happens there happens everywhere else. You don't want your kids in mixed schools? Then put them in segregated ones. Yes, it is THAT simple people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segregation isn't mandatory either in educational or work environments and whoever says so is a very insecure individual and wants to create a regressing culture that is controlled by fear! Let them raise their voices, it just shows that their argument is weak. There you have it, this is where I stand on the subject, and yeah I'm done with the discussing the segregation issue, let's move on to another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-1339504351097482841?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/1339504351097482841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=1339504351097482841' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/1339504351097482841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/1339504351097482841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2008/02/segre-nation.html' title='Segre-nation?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-4237616725143469197</id><published>2008-02-15T09:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:48:09.515+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuscitation In Progress!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be an attempt to revive this sorry excuse of a blog, seriously, who neglects their blog for five months or so? How inhumane! Anyway, I was contemplating creating a new one, starting from fresh, but that isn't a good idea seeing that this blog was created to "start from scratch" from a previous blog I had... Hmm, so NO, I'm not going to lie and persuade myself that I'm going to write religiously if I had a new blog, which seems very tempting at this moment but unfortunately I know myself all too well, I'd probably write this post and feel so proud of myself of accomplishing such a feat and disappear for a couple of odd months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing used to be such a breeze, what happened? God, I feel like it's such a burden but I have to get back into my writing "vibe" first. We'll see how it goes... this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-4237616725143469197?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/4237616725143469197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=4237616725143469197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/4237616725143469197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/4237616725143469197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2008/02/resuscitation-in-progress.html' title='Resuscitation In Progress!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-8631598270649061817</id><published>2007-08-03T21:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:23:56.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break: Local Style</title><content type='html'>You all probably read or heard about the original plan of a couple of inmates at the local prison who attempted to "break" out. They were influenced by the highly popular series Prison Break. The question is did they actually know about the series, seeing that they were in prison? Did their relatives/friends actually tell them to try it out and see how it works with them? Or did they come up with the plan themselves? Ya7lailhum :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used knives, spoons, and some metal utensils, and dug themselves a tunnel that incidentally started from under the toilet (original much?) that is so ripping prison break off! But what sucks is that after 6 months of digging they face a concrete wall and get their cover blown by some other jealous inmates who weren't invited in the so-called freedom trek :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction was that EVEN if you group of smart men escape, its not like they won't catch you lets say hmmm 5 hours later, and I'm being generous here. The country is tiny and seeing that there aren't alot of prisons around here, they'll have all their energy focusing on catching all of you.  But I have to say, 6 months under the radar is impressive... I can't imagine how they felt when they hit that wall! They probably had that wall for something other than can keeping inmates from escaping... but oh well, it did come in handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-8631598270649061817?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/8631598270649061817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=8631598270649061817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/8631598270649061817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/8631598270649061817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/08/prison-break-local-style.html' title='Prison Break: Local Style'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-4594848791991747507</id><published>2007-07-11T22:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:55:32.295+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laish Ya3ni Laish?</title><content type='html'>There is a reason behind me not posting that much, it usually is because I always forget about what I want to write about. Sometimes I think I have to stick a tiny notebook in my back pocket just so I can jot down everything from ideas to subjects, to criticisms and basically my lovely observations. That didn't seem practical so I thought maybe I should write on my arms, but I never was that kind of person. I still believe that the lead or ink or whatever would seep into my skin and then into my bloodstream and the toxicity will poison me, and I will endure a slow but painless death :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have the mental capacity of a goldfish, meaning I cannot remember a thing for the life of me, and so I have to write down whats on my mind in that given moment of me facing the laptop. What does all this mean? That I don't have anything useful to talk about because I have short-term memory loss; and judging by the number of times I had to re-read and edit myself, I'm forgetting how to type. Fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oo shay thany, bakteb chethey le'ana 1) asra3ly 2) mo lazem atfalsaf wayed 3) ra7 etshoofoon more posts :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-4594848791991747507?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/4594848791991747507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=4594848791991747507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/4594848791991747507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/4594848791991747507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/07/laish-ya3ni-laish.html' title='Laish Ya3ni Laish?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-6567303785710220627</id><published>2007-05-19T01:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:21:37.955+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a reply to my lovely Baroques post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can tell a person that you miss them without having to put your sheild down, just make sure that you yourself are in the right position to do both! Hold your shield up high and say that you miss them! Why is that so important? Because once you say it, you don't need to hear it back, you're not insecure about wanting to hear it too because you've sent it out to the world and you have no unrealistic expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something along the lines of "saw khayr o ge6a ba7ar" ... If you really mean it and genuinely want the person to know, you'll tell them without expecting them to do the same. But if there are some insecurities looming around, you'd be hesitant about saying it and if you do will expect and probably demand a reply of some kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-6567303785710220627?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/6567303785710220627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=6567303785710220627' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6567303785710220627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6567303785710220627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-reply-to-my-lovely-baroques.html' title=''/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-5803412861058813105</id><published>2007-05-12T00:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:32:49.975+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-Hakish-</title><content type='html'>Today was "Hakish" day with one of my friends, it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakish is that slapping sound, you know, to emphasize a slap in the face. Literally or figuratively. Use it sometime, it truly is addictive :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I'm going to stop thinking about what to write and just let it flow, so excuse me if I'm not going to be typing something coherent. Don't you ever reach a point where you say it can't get any worse, but then it does, and then you say it can't get any worse again, and it still does? and you have this inner fight with yourself, between looking for that tiny shred of hope and the cynical side that damns every little thing? Yeah well I'm somewhere in between, I still have hope for the human race :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something else, please if you want drama, go find or create some on your own time and don't include me, I'm not a drama magnet and don't intend to be one anytime soon. Wala some people love to start drama just for the hell of it, I FAIL TO UNDERSTAND THAT. Why? la jad, why? You want some feedback on how pathetic you are, or how your actions are futile? Sure, it may seem humorous to listen to you talk about your problems, but seriously? I've been telling you how to avoid the drama but you seem to feed on it. It is entertaining though. I have to admit that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm tired of waiting for things to happen, either I do something about it if I can, and if I can't I'll just forget about it. Patience is not on my resume anymore, everything has to happen YESTERDAY :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to end this post with a useful tip, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being detached is the only way to guarantee your survival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, I wrote it on a whim, don't really know what it means, but it sounds cool :D G'NITE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-5803412861058813105?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/5803412861058813105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=5803412861058813105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/5803412861058813105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/5803412861058813105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/05/hakish.html' title='-Hakish-'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-7518763835446624347</id><published>2007-04-01T15:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:58:35.931+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws and All</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faM-6H3ktFQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faM-6H3ktFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I don't know why you love me and thats why I love you, you catch me when I fall, accept me flaws and all..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-7518763835446624347?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/7518763835446624347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=7518763835446624347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/7518763835446624347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/7518763835446624347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/04/flaws-and-all.html' title='Flaws and All'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-3718889539264307855</id><published>2007-03-26T08:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:09:26.541+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cabinet</title><content type='html'>Sheikh Nasser Mohammad al-Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Jaber Mubarak al-Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Mohammad al-Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Ali Jarrah al-Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Bader al-Humaidhi&lt;br /&gt;Falah al-Hajeri&lt;br /&gt;Maasouma al-Mubarak&lt;br /&gt;Nuriya al-Sebih&lt;br /&gt;Sharida al-Meosherji&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad al-Olaim&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah al-Maatuq&lt;br /&gt;Hajeri&lt;br /&gt;Mussa al-Sarraf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say its a 16 member cabinet, I wonder whos missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070325/wl_mideast_afp/kuwaitpoliticscabinet_070325195711&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-3718889539264307855?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/3718889539264307855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=3718889539264307855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/3718889539264307855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/3718889539264307855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-cabinet.html' title='New Cabinet'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-6405053617866268506</id><published>2007-03-12T01:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:57:47.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Really Does Work In Mysterious Ways!</title><content type='html'>You've all heard how if something bad happens its bound to be for a greater better reason? No one told me that service has next  day delivery lol I LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wasn't the best of days for me, let's just say I hope I never ever go through that experience again, and most importantly not to make anyone make me go through that! Oh oh and I simply love when you see people for what they truly are and not be blinded with your own false perception of them, I feel so relieved and happy that I didn't make the whole ordeal take longer than a day to get over. It truly is something that I am grateful for, my ability to bounce back after a day of emotional detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rehab plan is just to vent vent vent, get it ALL out of my system, right down to the smallest slightest thing. I was venting to my baby bro, he seems to understand and get me the most. The way he relates to the situation is comedic to say the least, little people have big problems it seems. Ya7elwa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so basically, life isn't that bad after all. I think it felt bad for messing me up yesterday by making today extra special. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-6405053617866268506?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/6405053617866268506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=6405053617866268506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6405053617866268506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6405053617866268506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-really-does-work-in-mysterious.html' title='Life Really Does Work In Mysterious Ways!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-6109098096458858005</id><published>2007-03-06T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:01:43.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Liar</title><content type='html'>I heard something today that opened my eyes to a lot of things. We were discussing what determines standard of living from an economic perspective but I related it to my own personal self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What determines my standard of living? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is the availability of options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more options  the higher standard of living you have. You don't have to 'settle' for anything that's given to you. You have the power of choice! I have never realized how crucial this is until today. I've probably taken it for granted all the time, naturally of course since you never really know the value of something unless its taken away from you. This time it was different, I felt truly grateful and humbled by the fact that I, unlike many other people in the world, have options in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me relate it to paint a clearer picture. I had the option to get up today. I had the choice to drive or use the driver. I made the decision to wear my black jacket, attend classes, sit around with friends, and to come back home and watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say I live a shallow life, but a life that is extremely priviliged for sure, now what I have to do is to seize the right moments and choose wisely. The more options I have the tougher it gets. I better make the right one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there is one thing I don't have a choice about and that would be my food! Stupid diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-6109098096458858005?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/6109098096458858005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=6109098096458858005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6109098096458858005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/6109098096458858005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-liar.html' title='Beautiful Liar'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-2807677152253678598</id><published>2007-03-02T01:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:58:32.172+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud and Loving It?</title><content type='html'>Ok, everyone has to have some kind of pride, but what if your pride gets in the way? Why can't some people just let go for the sake of living and enjoying life? It's not a sin but merely a chance to back down and see the big picture and let everything be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there always has to be the mental games going on to complicate everything and I for one like to take things very easily. Is it really so hard just to say what really is on your mind? Just spill everything out and don't doubt what you're saying and breathe easy! Seriously, people coop up everything inside for the sake of what? Not seeming human? Unbreakable? Superior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just say that that really is the worst way to live, some people just take the notion of pride to extreme levels and set their eyes on the stars, basically somewhere that is unattainable. You can live this image in your mind but have you ever thought what it would be like if you just let go just for a little bit? Constantly thinking of life as a game of chess, calculating every other move is not healthy, do you really want to shorten your life span? If that's what your definition of living is. Really sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you shouldn't keep score in life. People aren't pawns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life has a great sense of humor, it can bring you things that would seem perfect a couple of months ago just a tad too late and make you suffer the consequences! Beautiful! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Night" - P. Diddy Ft. Keyshia Cole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpKtFGzYV3U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpKtFGzYV3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-2807677152253678598?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/2807677152253678598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=2807677152253678598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/2807677152253678598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/2807677152253678598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/03/proud-and-loving-it.html' title='Proud and Loving It?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-117072291068563428</id><published>2007-02-06T03:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:48:30.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Me? Really? Thank You!"</title><content type='html'>So what does one do when one doesn't have anything better to do? &lt;br /&gt;That just rhymed, did you notice that too? &lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm really bored and I need to be in bed dreaming of chocolate waterfalls and cotton candy clouds, but NO, I'm wide awake watching Ugly Betty and wondering when I'll be in bed to wake up at 9am! Seeing that I woke up at 3pm today, I don't think I'm going to get a hint of sleep anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a veeeeeeery long time since I last posted, to keep you updated, the last post that had me so furious I could break an egg was resolved and all was well, I was satisfied. Other than that, I have no clear recollection of what I did between December 22 and today. Nothing life altering happened, just the usual. I'm currently enjoying the break, that is going to end soon, so I better make the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night cravings are the worst! I need a sugar fix now, something sweet and light, or KDD chocolate milk. &lt;br /&gt;Has anyone eaten a quail?&lt;br /&gt;I love salmon. &lt;br /&gt;Oh V-Day is coming up, tulips are in, celebrating v-day is not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and yes, woe is me. &lt;i&gt;(just because I can't sleep)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-117072291068563428?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/117072291068563428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=117072291068563428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/117072291068563428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/117072291068563428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-really-thank-you.html' title='&quot;Me? Really? Thank You!&quot;'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116681811598786777</id><published>2006-12-22T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:08:36.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably tell that I'm very annoyed and irritated by things that have been happening these couple of days, it's really insignificant but I can't help but feel this fury and anger. Let me just get this clear, I never have a grey area, it's either black or white. I don't give chances and if people mess with me, I just switch to the mighty hulk mode. That's probably because I'm completely honest and giving and when someone takes advantage of that or even THINKS about it I become a different person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorn me and I'll make it my only mission to make your life a living hell. I wont exert any effort but will use everything in my power to give you a taste of your own medicine. I won't be mean, I'll be cold. Being mean shows you care, and I couldn't care less. This doesn't happen all the time,  but when it happens, it's like an avalanche of pent up fury. I sometimes get scared of myself, how unemotional I can get. It's like an automatic trigger that can turn me into a different personality. I don't feel any remorse, I feel like it's my only way of getting even. You probably will think that I'm kind of psychopath that schemes up evil plans and does unthinkable things. That's too obvious and easy to do. I prefer to do avoid and avert. Cut all ties completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so you're seeing the sinister side of me, but in truth it's the side that defends and justifies; without inflicting any harm of course, and yes there are many ways of doing that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116681811598786777?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116681811598786777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116681811598786777' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116681811598786777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116681811598786777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/12/son-of-gun.html' title='Son of a Gun'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116578957155025528</id><published>2006-12-11T01:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:26:11.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Love</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm blogging again, its been such a long time! I forgot how it feels like to write aimlessly without a specific point to get to, actually I haven't forgot, that's basically my life in a nutshell. Not literally of course, can you imagine your life in a nutshell? The galaxy would be engulfed by a crackled brown nutshell, and that nutshell is a play thing for squirrels in yet another nutshell of their own. And it goes on. Interesting no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the long absence? Other than not having a life, I have been constantly swamped with things to do. Right, left, they're flying at me from everywhere! And guess what? There's still more to do! These couple of weeks have been a serious blur, I can't remember the last time I spent the whole day not fretting about all the random things that were due. I'm getting closer to the finish line, so alls good. So far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see "Stranger Than Fiction", finally a unique storyline, and quite hilarious to say the least. Oh yeah and I really want to see HEROES! Prison Break &amp; Lost are on their stupid hiatus, which is so annoying, can't they see that their episodes are the only things I look forward to week after week? And yeah, spoilerfix.com is my friend. I love to be "in the know" :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't have anything planned for new years. Nothing, nil, nada. Should I keep it that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116578957155025528?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116578957155025528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116578957155025528' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116578957155025528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116578957155025528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/12/runaway-love.html' title='Runaway Love'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116568103501887425</id><published>2006-12-09T19:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:17:15.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Special ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7812/2117/1600/327327/CommBazaarPoster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7812/2117/400/770252/CommBazaarPoster3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116568103501887425?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116568103501887425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116568103501887425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116568103501887425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116568103501887425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-special.html' title='Something Special ;)'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116362945987584284</id><published>2006-11-16T01:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:24:19.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Need An Ego Boost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/G/8_9/4huz17_5078529ff8b554dmn41q17" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I'm sure all of you have stumbled across the site that shows you your celebrity look-a-likes, but I love how it raises your self-esteem level! :P I didn't include my picture for a reason, but for all thats true and honest in this world I can say I've used my own picture, and don't worry I didn't alter anything. The site seems to like me, but let me just say that I'm not ready to be a Beyonce impersonator anytime soon. Wait until the summer, and I might reconsider :P you know with the tan and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included the top 4 relevant look-a-likes, no Marcia Cross does not look like me, even though there's a 92% comparison rate :P nor does Calista Flockhart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce and Calista? Yeah? No? Didn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's out of my system now, Beyonce will be relieved. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116362945987584284?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116362945987584284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116362945987584284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116362945987584284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116362945987584284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/11/need-ego-boost.html' title='Need An Ego Boost?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116354333173589600</id><published>2006-11-15T01:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:28:51.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Flashing Lights Come From Everywhere</title><content type='html'>What is up with people messaging me when I'm busy and stressed out? I rarely change my status to away so I didn't think twice of changing my status to away while working because I don't get that many messages while I'm online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm me and unusual things always happen I got flooded with messages while I was working on my project and actually needed to focus! It was so distracting! Now why would that happen? I tried balancing the two but no, I couldn't. So yeah I had to work. But now, I'm done, and yeah you guessed it, no messages at all! Looks like I need to find something to work on, hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mobiles, I hate the fact that there are no sane mobile phones anymore! The ones I had always act out after a few months and are corrupted beyond repair. So, now I'm mobile-less, my sim card is in the car phone. And you know what? I couldn't care less. I've had it with useless pieces of plastic that are literally worthless. I might as well buy a barbie phone from the baqala, I'm sure it'll work and won't break down or act all weird! Gosh :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116354333173589600?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116354333173589600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116354333173589600' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116354333173589600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116354333173589600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/11/those-flashing-lights-come-from.html' title='Those Flashing Lights Come From Everywhere'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116285421446974609</id><published>2006-11-07T01:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:03:34.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I write something here people figure out who I am!</title><content type='html'>I could use Firefox to jazz up the entry with pictures and colorful fonts and make it easy on the eyes but that's not the reason why you're here is it? :P You want to read something insightful, interesting, and fresh, a new outlook on life from a strangers perspective. For that reason, Safari and I have decided to not include any kind of editing tool at my disposable so I won't be tempted. I'd rather write for instance "I'm feeling blue" in black, rather than writing the word blue in blue. Get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to research the correlation between losing weight and increase in shopping. Naturally they are positively related! :P The more you lose the more you want to go shopping and swipe your card into debt heaven! Or should I say hell, but I never liked that word, too graphic! "You can go to &lt;b&gt;HELL&lt;/b&gt;!', now why would anyone want to say that? :P I'd rather say "Go chew on foil", much more relevant to reality :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this week to end, it seems like an enternity! Except for the sleeping part, I am not getting a healthy dose of sleep, it's ruining my system! For the past 10 days, I've set alarms on my mobile at a precise time writing myself one word on the reminder, which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAMAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it works, other times I wake up BEFORE the alarm even goes off, and theres the occasional time where it doesn't go off at all because my phone isn't even switched on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so basically, I need to wake up early which isn't my fenjan of gahwa, I did not just say that lol :P I'm not deleting that, just to document how much I need to get back to my boring routine! I miss my lazy, lethargic self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116285421446974609?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116285421446974609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116285421446974609' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116285421446974609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116285421446974609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/11/everytime-i-write-something-here.html' title='Everytime I write something here people figure out who I am!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116267449218450001</id><published>2006-11-04T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:15:40.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring AbFab Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/2117/1600/528040_L1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/2117/400/528040_L1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; most hilarious show ever to have graced TV screens! I love it and can never get enough of it... Go order it now, if you appreciate witty British humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that on the toast? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honey, Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, my god ... Oh, my god. Honey! That's not honey. Sweetie, that's my bloody royal jelly moisturizer. You are eating £300-worth of royal jelly that has been hand-squished from a bee's backside. And not just any old bee, but the bloody Gucci of bees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Male Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The white powder we found was a perfectly harmless, innocent substance. You are all free to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg your pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Male Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are free to go. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hang on there. I demand you retest it. Come back here. I paid a huge amount of money for that. Don't you tell me it's talcum powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I pretend to hate you, and you pretend to hate me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Saffron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a despicable person who has resented me since the day I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Patsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my god, there's something horrible on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saffron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Patsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116267449218450001?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116267449218450001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116267449218450001' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116267449218450001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116267449218450001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/11/bring-abfab-back.html' title='Bring AbFab Back!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116249894797305429</id><published>2006-11-02T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:10:45.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Everything Daydreaming!</title><content type='html'>I love to daydream, it is seriously so much fun, but most of the time I do it at times when I really need to concentrate, for instance when in a meeting, during a lecture, or if someones chatting. I daydream about the most random things! I imagined myself sky diving the other day and making these incredible moves, you know like grabbing my knees becoming a cannon ball and twirling in the air! I also daydream about water skiing, I actually tried that during the summer but to no avail. I only looked like a leaping dolphin gasping for air, I forgot to let go of the handles after falling, I was that determined :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping along, I am a determined person! Give me something, I'll do it even if it takes hours and mental anguish! I.will.do.it! I won't probably do math/scientific related problems, but if theres a problem of some kind, I will get the solution! Or I die. :P No I'll just get bummed for a couple of hours and then look for another task! Like emptying the turtle tank that my brother has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 turtle died, he wasn't named. How sad! I told my brother he couldn't be floating and sleeping for 2 days! So I decided to create an island for the remaining victim :P I got some sand and poured it to one side of the tiny tank, let me just say the turtle wasn't amused at all. I could tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I have to fix this layout! Whenever I post something it looks like a mini paragraph! and whenever I say okay this time I'm going to write just a bit more, it still looks like a little summary! My efforts are futile! My layout skills are nonexistent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm watching the European Music Awards right now, let me just say I love Justin Timberlake, since he was a teeny bopper in N'Sync! I'm busy watching so I'm sorry, can't write anymore! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll leave you with my music picks of the week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- "What Goes Around Comes Around" - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;2- "All Good Things" - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;3- "Hot Kiss" - Juliette and The Licks&lt;br /&gt;4- "Take Me As I Am" - Mary J Blige&lt;br /&gt;5- "Smiley Faces" - Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs here :P That's for you DR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt; &lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never"src="http://www.profiletweaks.com/mp3/player.swf" menu="false" quality="high" style="filter:none;" width="300" height="300" name="index" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playList=http://www.profiletweaks.com/playlists/1162544346.xml&amp;ShowPlaylist=1&amp;ShowEQ=1&amp;firstTrack=0&amp;initVol=100" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.profiletweaks.com/mp3player.php"&gt;Get your own Flash MP3 Player&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116249894797305429?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116249894797305429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116249894797305429' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116249894797305429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116249894797305429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-everything-daydreaming.html' title='Missing Everything Daydreaming!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116198100766723571</id><published>2006-10-27T22:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:30:07.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You Like The Ocean Needs The Color Emerald</title><content type='html'>Isn't the title awww? It was written by my friend that just got married in the states. She wrote that line in a long note she gave her husband to be in the morning of the wedding. I've seen their journey together and I wish them all the best! O el faaal lena enshalla :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Eid Mubarak to all! My week was uneventful except that I went to IKEA way too much! And I still need to go there, I don't know why I decided to "redecorate" the living room! Yeah okay I can go through the catalogue and look at the wonderful sofas and imagine myself laying on them and flipping through the channels, but seriously measuring and picking and choosing isn't as fun as I thought it would be! And making everything work together and making sure everything is gonna fit in the room is so much of a hassle! Good gosh I've had it! I think I'm gonna charge everyone who's going to lounge in there! They don't know what I'm going through :P And I'm dreading tomorrow, since that's when they're going to get the stuff and I have a feeling my measurements are a little bit off! Guess we'll find out tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, to all graphic designers, I don't know how you have your sanity in one piece, I may not know a fraction of what you go through but boy am I amazed! I'm taking an intro class and it's driving me nuts! The professor plays a big role but it is so demanding, but it actually is the only class where I'm actually learning something! Getting some useful skills! So yeah, after I'm done with that class, I know I'm gonna have a few gray hairs to add to my collection! A gray hair for each obstacle. And then I pull them out and see if two will actually sprout it in its place! None so far :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINGDOM HEARTS 2 TOMORROW :D Herolike, thank you so much for getting me something to deflect me from studying! Midterms are coming up and that only means that my creativity is gonna get a sudden boost! I don't know what crazy thing I'm going to do next... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Video Clip of the Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise" - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32u7TCSNaXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32u7TCSNaXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/20983758-116198100766723571?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116198100766723571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116198100766723571' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116198100766723571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116198100766723571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-you-like-ocean-needs-color.html' title='I Need You Like The Ocean Needs The Color Emerald'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116103784891619152</id><published>2006-10-17T01:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:30:49.050+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say NO! :P</title><content type='html'>To begin with, I'm going to jot down something else my baby brother wrote the other day, the title of his so called paper was "Changes in Time" and he was comparing and contrasting himself with my mother and grandmother. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother: She eats modern food, I eat modern food. She has a car, I have a car. She has children, I am a child. She is from (family name), I am from (family name). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So far, so good right? Read along :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: She eats with her hand, I eat with my spoon. She's brown, I'm white. I have a lot of friends, she doesn't have any. She walks slow, I walk fast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, these are the observations of an eight year old kid! :P He seems so superior to her! I couldn't stop laughing at the "she's brown" part, racist much? And he's not so white himself :P I can't wait till he grows up and realizes he aint no "white" boy, will he be surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, I was discussing briefly to a fellow friend the importance of saying NO, It's a two letter word that does wonders! Seriously, it can save you from a lot of unwanted grief and stress :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you're stuck in a situation where you need to help someone out and you either can't or don't want to, you don't have to feel pressured to do so. No one is going to get you out of that situation except yourself. &lt;br /&gt;So save yourself the trouble and just say &lt;b&gt;"I may not have a lot of stuff to do but I do, so I can't help you out. Maybe next year though!"&lt;/b&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;OR if you're so tired that day and can't handle anything simply state &lt;b&gt;"I'm really tired to make an excuse right now so basically I can't help you out!"&lt;/b&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;OR if you're taking the comedic way out and say sarcastically &lt;b&gt;"Yeah, I would LOVE to help you out, is it that obvious that I don't have a life?"&lt;/b&gt; and laugh at yourself and change the subject :P ... &lt;br /&gt;OR you can play the victim role and use reverse psychology by saying &lt;b&gt;"OH MY GOD! All that? What have I done to you to deserve this! You seriously wouldn't do that to me would you?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all fails, you can use the most effective and efficient way out. For example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them:"Hey, can you help me out?"&lt;br /&gt;You: "No..."&lt;br /&gt;Them: (Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;You: "Lovely weather today don't you think?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helped :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for moi, I have a manure-load of work to do and I'm not even close to finishing! So hopefully, while drinking my latte that I'm obsessed over these days, I'll get to finish some of the stuff.... hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116103784891619152?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116103784891619152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116103784891619152' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116103784891619152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116103784891619152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-say-no-p.html' title='Just say NO! :P'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116052337676060346</id><published>2006-10-11T01:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:36:16.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids DO Say The Darnest Things!</title><content type='html'>Before I start, this post is dedicated to a certain someone who has "stumbled" on my blog after a lengthy search and is now an avid reader of mine (I hope:P)... and to the curious people, actually just two of you, you know who you are, I am not going to disclose any information regarding a certain someone's blog :P hehehe the person in question is probably reading this now and laughing her ass off :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the post! Before I left to the university today I passed by the desk that had my little brothers homework, curiousity got the better of me and I took a peek. It seriously made my day! It was an autobiography and this is a little bit of what he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My hobbies are swimming, basketball, baseball, soccer, pizza, donuts, chicken, fries and hamburgers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mothers father was a military man. Her mother was a wife." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only a small excerpt of what I found in there, let's just say that I'm going to make him write all the time when I'm feeling blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the case of anonymous bloggers, readers, commenters. How many of you know bloggers personally but don't tell them that you do? :P I know a couple of bloggers, either by reading their blogs and automatically recognizing their writing style and some info about them, or either I'm told by people. In my case, I've told some people of my blog, while I gave others hints, and some people I'm sure know who I am but don't want to tell me. :P Yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymity isn't a really big case to me, I have no problem with people reading this blog. &lt;b&gt;This blog&lt;/b&gt;. :D &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I used to have another blog :P It was so depressing and dramatic that I had to have a change of scenery so Ta-da this blog was created. I made a 180 degree flip, I'm probably much more shallow now? lol no that's not the word I'm looking for, let's say something along a light read. I'm the light cheese of blogs, easy to digest :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S To H: Yalla meta miniature monopoly? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116052337676060346?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116052337676060346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116052337676060346' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116052337676060346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116052337676060346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/kids-do-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids DO Say The Darnest Things!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-116017403449532160</id><published>2006-10-07T01:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:10:38.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Left, To The Left</title><content type='html'>I'd like to get mad at someone just to take their mobile and scribble on their mobile with a black permanent marker and especially the camera lens, don't ask why it just felt like a really cool thing to do, especially if it's out of revenge! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I wouldn't do that, i'm over my prankster stage, though I still get the urge to do things just for the hell of it but people are too sensitive these days, so I'm going to have to resort to just creating some really good pranks to pass on to my children :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't Panic! At The Disco have the greatest song titles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage"&lt;br /&gt;"Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"&lt;br /&gt;"Build God, Then We'll Talk"&lt;br /&gt;"There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I love them :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I thank God each and every day for keeping me away from people and their problems, I love being in my own little world but still in the middle of everything that's going on... People don't need too much attention, that just gives them the green light to speed right over you! Life is too short to waste it on people who don't deserve the light of day, so if you're considering stressing about a problem, person, or thing, just keep this in mind, will it matter in a week, month, year? If not, then I suggest you go get yourself some Hagendaz icecream and sit outside because the weather is UNBELIEVABLE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Songs of the day "Irreplacable" - Beyonce &amp; "I write sins not tragedies" - PANIC! At The Disco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-116017403449532160?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/116017403449532160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=116017403449532160' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116017403449532160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/116017403449532160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-left-to-left.html' title='To The Left, To The Left'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115990895703947010</id><published>2006-10-03T23:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:04:42.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Lazy Ocean Hugs the Shore</title><content type='html'>Bittersweet birthday, I'm legal now, that's what everyones been telling me (yeah like I'm going to order a round of drinks for my buddies), the way I see it I am now able to vote, which isn't that appealing to me anyway. I'm too busy pondering life's unanswerable questions. No, it has nothing to do with questioning my existence and my "role in life", I have been thinking about this for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would a spiders web turn out if the spider was intoxicated while weaving it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willing to experiment? I know you will, just go easy on the little arachnids and keep a camera nearby ;) And yes these kinds of questions are all I think about when I'm daydreaming in class. I should list them, that would be entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been very productive these days, probably over-doing myself. I'm my mothers representative now, how sad is that :P I have no idea how I was coerced into doing this! She asks me for a favor and then BAM it turns out I'm running all around Kuwait to check out potential offices for her! When did this all happen? And the problem is that all these people are calling me to meet up with them at the sites! It started a couple of days ago and there's another one coming up tomorrow, damnit, she SO owes me! Let me just say that in total, I'm going to have seen around 10 buildings. WHICH SOME DON'T HAVE WORKING ELEVATORS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone has questions, I pretty much have all the rates and measurements memorized. Can I be a realtor now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I need pictionary ASAP. I've been looking for it everywhere, I'm obsessed with boardgames these days, I don't know if it's because of ramadan, or it's just a weird phase I'm going through because it's getting out of hand. I have twister. Really out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day: Promise - Ciara &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Watch this. Only if you want to laugh that is. If you don't, then you suck. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-PQY9ntAJo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-PQY9ntAJo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/20983758-115990895703947010?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115990895703947010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115990895703947010' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115990895703947010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115990895703947010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-lazy-ocean-hugs-shore.html' title='Like the Lazy Ocean Hugs the Shore'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115982265660675059</id><published>2006-10-02T23:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:57:36.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain Me!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115982265660675059?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115982265660675059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115982265660675059' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115982265660675059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115982265660675059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/10/entertain-me.html' title='Entertain Me!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115904534670973784</id><published>2006-09-23T23:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:46:12.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Baby What's Your Story?</title><content type='html'>If I could, I would delete the word diet from the face of the world. Ahamshay delete, that word is too technical, I'd "erase" the word diet. Everyone's been asking me "So hows the diet so far?" ... People, we're just on DAY 1 of Rama-pig-out-all-night-dan, the diet doesn't kick in until next week where am I suffering from an overdose of fatty hold no calories food and sugary, syrupy desserts. So basically, to anyone that's going to ask me anytime soon as to how my "diet" is, I'm doing something new, it's called the gaymat diet. I've been eating those suckers like it was popcorn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to my nonexistant readers, Mbarak 3alaikum ElShahar :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been getting on my nerves last end, I hate twits, I love that word. TWIT, it's so ugh! It sounds SO cliche, for the thousandth time where people say they hate immature people, now I know what they mean! I haven't faced immature people since a really long time so I forgot the frustrating sensation that these people create! I'd like to give them a pack of peanuts to crunch on to release their so-called tension rather than unleashing the sinister power of 'the tongue'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm pissed. Can you tell? I have been for a couple of days but I hate letting people get to me, but whenever I recall past incidents I shake my head, (figuratively, not literally), people don't seize to amaze! POW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that, I am NOT going to spend anymore time venting because that never changes anything, and from here on end I'm going to be as nonchalant as I can. I already am, but I'm going to step it up a notch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the twit ever attempts to stir even more trouble, I'm going to send beyonce to get her ass. Be afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0SwprxcMUU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0SwprxcMUU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It's a parody of Beyonce's "Ring the Alarm", a must see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j980AUw5JC4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j980AUw5JC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/20983758-115904534670973784?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115904534670973784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115904534670973784' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115904534670973784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115904534670973784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-baby-whats-your-story.html' title='Tell Me Baby What&apos;s Your Story?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115821700656372216</id><published>2006-09-14T09:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:56:46.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About You!</title><content type='html'>I hate ear infections, you know why? Because they make you cry when you're on the plane and others might think that you're crying because you're really depressed about going back home. True, I was really sad that I was going back home. True, I was really sick that I'm sure that people were cursing me while eating their garnished steak with sauteed veggies. True, my virus-infused microbes were ALL over the plane, THAT I am so sure of. But seriously, I was not having fun on that plane, I was coughing, wheezing and sneezing all over the place and for all the people that wanted me to shut the hell up, I hope my virus caught you... the cabin isn't big enough for the both us buddies :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, a week later and I'm still partially sick! Yes, I'm stubborn and don't like doctors, hospitals, clinics etc you get the picture. But I love my day-night nurse, it really does work, to some extent. But yeah, I'm not fully stabilized, I still can't hear from my right ear but it's something that I've gotten used to. It used to annoy the hell out of me but it might be something that I  can work with, you know like make someone I don't really feel like talking to sit on my right side. People would die for my ear infection right now RIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that university is going to start in a few, interesting to say the least. I'm looking forward to finally seeing the new victims, some of who are my cousins, actually three. I don't think they like each other. Should be entertaining :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my last week in the-place-that-won't-be-named (because I will get really depressed) I saw 6 movies. Add The Wickerman and Little Man on the list. Avoid The Wickerman at all costs, if you wan't your sanity in one piece that is. You will thank me, walla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115821700656372216?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115821700656372216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115821700656372216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115821700656372216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115821700656372216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-something-about-you.html' title='There&apos;s Something About You!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115733142138637431</id><published>2006-09-04T03:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:57:01.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Immaculate Mess</title><content type='html'>Four days. Four movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;United 93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I don't think I've ever done that before in my life. I cried, was speechless, had an adrenaline rush, and caught in suspense these past day. And yes all in that order, so you can see what the general reaction was for each movie. I have one more movie to go, Little Man. A little bit of comedy is always the best way to end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling really crummy these couple of days because I think I've caught a cold, you know when you're in that stage where you know you're getting sick but you aren't officially sick? Well, I'm just lagging in that stage and it's draining a lot of my already low energy reserve. So today I was chilling in the hotel watching "The Rise &amp; Rise of Beyonce" on VH1. So, the cleaning lady comes and I'm chatting away with her. She's from the Philippines. She takes a look at the TV and says "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohhhh Beyooonss...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her that she was staying in the Mandarin Hotel right across the street and she was freaking out! It was too cute! She was telling me that they don't usually disclose that kind of information but I said I had my own source ;) Thank the tabloids. I told her to take a break and watch with me since I made her wait a lot because our room was the last she had to do. (I didn't know she was waiting, I felt really bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to stay but I convinced her that she had to because Beyonces birthday was tomorrow (actually today but yeah). She started talking about London and kept asking me questions about Kuwait and suddenly "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;" comes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that she totally got her groove on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me laugh A LOT! Love her, 7asafa I didn't catch her name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115733142138637431?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115733142138637431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115733142138637431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115733142138637431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115733142138637431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/09/immaculate-mess.html' title='Immaculate Mess'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115698504948104878</id><published>2006-08-31T03:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:48:37.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I'm that creepy person that googles her new professors and tries to analyze them before she ever meets them. It never works though, the last time I tried I was so wrong. My impression was that he was an arrogant, evil dictator-like person (I got all that from reading a comment he posted somewhere). I was terribly mistaken. He was the sweetest person I've ever met. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I vowed that I would never do that again, but I did it today. I gathered that he would be easy-going and stuff. I think I'm going to be surprised :D. I can imagine how lame you think I am, but I like to be thorough. If that is enough of a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my vacay is amazing, I've enjoyed it thoroughly and have a week left to go. I may not have done eventful things that I can talk about with a passion but I've spent every minute just... being. I've walked, talked, dined, and shopped (a little bit). Most importantly, I've been with the people I favor the most. I've met new people, went to new places, tried new foods, and found really cute stuff that we're ahem not in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grabbed a chair and chatted with strangers, I've had a thoughtful conversation with the cab driver on the way home, I've laughed my way all through dinner, I've slept through a movie in the cinema, I've tortured my feet with all the walking, I've kept myself sane and calm all through this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would usually be really sad/aggravated if I didn't have enough pictures to document my trip, or did enough shopping that would 'be enough' before I travel back home, but now I couldn't care less. For all that matters, I have more memory space in my camera and sufficient cash in my account. Now that's always a good thing, but I know I'll regret taking so much pictures of my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't wait to see the new movies: Little Man, The Wickerman, Adrift and the popular Indian movie. All in a span of a week :) I can so manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. I just needed to say that because I had an amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Trouble" -  Ray Lamontagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115698504948104878?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115698504948104878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115698504948104878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115698504948104878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115698504948104878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-makes-me-smile.html' title='It makes me smile'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115594825650745652</id><published>2006-08-19T02:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:44:16.570+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sank Yew!</title><content type='html'>A lot x 10 has happened these couple of days, no wait, today and yesterday to be exact. So let's start with yesterday, me and the crew signed up for a Shu Uemura promotion going on and it consisted of us getting so called "free" make up. The reason why it was going to be free was that Gina Brooke, the artistic director and Madonnas make-up artist (And Katie Holmes, Eva Longoria and etc ahem :P), was a VIP and she was going to be there and so  they needed a lot of people through out the day to be worked on. So basically we were fillers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so we cheap skates decided that this was a bargain, so we all arrive around the same time get our make up done, Gina was amazing, she was extremely friendly and social, that act was all because we were supposed to be "purchasing" things after we're done. This girl that was putting make up on me was insisting that I have a glass of champagne, I just told her that I was detoxing and that it was too early in the morning :P (btw, I don't drink, I just say that to play along)... Anywaaaaaaay, I was done an hour later and then she tells me to go pay, not to seem cheap but there's no other way around it but I was pissed off, we were fillers! We were supposed to get away with it while others paid, we were special! Anyway, I tell the lady the situation and I manage to leave empty handed, my buddies on the other hand all succumbed to the promotional quicksand and bought stuff. So, 1-4 Shu Uemura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;b&gt;Snakes on a Plane&lt;/b&gt; today. I haven't laughed that much for a long, long time. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. It had the most absurd scenes, all concerning snakes of course. But literally, it was so lame it was amazing. You could sense the actors not taking themselves seriously, it shows! I guess I can't really describe it in words but you have to see it for yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I later went to &lt;b&gt; Asia de Cuba&lt;/b&gt;, we ate like pigs :) and I'm not exaggerating AT ALL, I might even be putting it lightly. We had a blast, the place was amazing, the food delicious and the desserts... indescribable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Video of the day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_IiXrfWMgo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_IiXrfWMgo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo extraordinaire! What you see is two large bottles, a few inches above my ankle! It was so freaky watching him do that! He'd always say (regarding the "donations") "Something is better than nothing, and if you have nothing reach into your neighbors pocket and grab something" witty fella! and whenever we would clap he would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"SAAAANK YEWWWW"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115594825650745652?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115594825650745652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115594825650745652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115594825650745652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115594825650745652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/sank-yew.html' title='Sank Yew!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115568452717719871</id><published>2006-08-16T02:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:41:07.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Set!</title><content type='html'>I've arrived in one piece! Hallelujah! But of course out of the ordinary had to happen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready to board the plane, I saw a man standing next to the counter, the face was really familiar to me and after a few seconds I realized that it was my old friend! He was a pilot in training when I met him but obviously he's working full time now... I've lost contact with him a long, long time ago and was apprehensive to actually say hi or ask how he was. Anyway I knew he remembered me but I wasn't sure! Anyway so my sister and I go to our seats... and I'll have to draw a diagram to make it easier to understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row 3: |sis||me| ----------------- |empty2||old lady| &lt;br /&gt;------------- |empty1||young lady| ---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes a stewardess approached the young lady and asked her to move seats because of a reason I couldn't quite catch (adri malgoofa;D) anyway, so she shifts seats to "empty 2". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my pilot friend comes walking with his friend and sits in the two middle seats. Hmmmm? Apparently they shouldn't be sitting there but I guess they had a valid reason. And there were empty seats, and he sits next to me? Well, an aisle part, and the problem was their chairs were not adjacent to us perfectly but a few inches behind our row. You get it I'm sure. What's the big deal? My every move was in clear view! UGH, and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was watching, I couldn't sleep because I like to sleep on my right side and I'm known to slobber and mumble so that was out of the question, plus kent emwasla! I didn't sleep at all that day, busy getting the bags ready and stuff. So I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't eat... I was very self-concious because there was a girl across of me and I could see everything she was doing, and I was very cautious to not make a fool of myself. So my sister managed to feed me! And yeah, I could see him trying to say hi or whatever but I knew he wanted me to  initiate the conversation, that aint happenin any time soon, I can imagine him acting like he doesn't know me. Awkward anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YEAH, all that bullshit, excuse my spanish, about not getting mobiles, iPods, laptops and handbags while going to London is just propaganda! My sister and I we're strictly following the rules and didn't get anything except our passports and tickets, good for us right? &lt;b&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tricked! Thank GOD I didn't get that plastic bag (though some people got them which looked funny), and I felt so angry when I saw a girl listening to music on her iPod, or the guy checking his messages as soon as we landed! And we breezed out of the plane with nothing in hand just a passport and tickets! We looked weird :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my-so-called pilot friend of ancient times didn't help us with our luggage! I was obviously struggling to pull the bag up after grabbing the handle but I was moving with the conveyor belt, so embarassing! I've noticed something, all the women asked if we needed help but none of the men did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry is dead! I doubt it was ever even born! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/b&gt;"Get up" - Ciara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115568452717719871?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115568452717719871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115568452717719871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115568452717719871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115568452717719871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/jet-set.html' title='Jet Set!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115559847323383931</id><published>2006-08-15T02:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:37:01.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Furreal?</title><content type='html'>I just found out that our new driver was a nurse. In a hospital in India. He used to drive ambulances too. Now that explains a lot about his driving! He swerves and slides through the lanes like there was no tomorrow! Now I'll have to tell him that there isn't a green light flashing above the car and I'm not suffering from a hemorrhage to be driven with that fast! He also has another talent, other than reckless driving, which is driving with the side brake on! He drove back from the shalaih with the side brake on, the whole way. Apparently, the brake was completely destroyed. Way to go nurse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more serious note, my bag is like a fat lady in a superglued corset. No breathing space, at all! I've done considerably better than past vacations, but it's all because of my handbags! If I could take one with me on the plane, my fat lady bag would breathe easy, but unfortunately I can't! That means I can't listen to music on my iPod, I can't sleep without listening to my songs! I hope I sit next to someone interesting to test my conversational skills on. I love talking to strangers, I find them refreshing for some reason. I just hope I get a reclining seat this time, last time I traveled I got a seat that was dysfunctional, I couldn't lean back! I wanted to sleep so bad but I couldn't, I crawled up in a ball and put my head on the arm rest, sad? I know, I teared up for a bit too, just a lil bit :P And then when I landed, it miraculously swung back without me touching it! A seven hour flight and NOW it gets the message? Evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to try to design my 'transparent bag' in an unconventional way in a few hours, I'm going to hold it with style! I guess I'm going to pleat it on the sides and create a base so it doesn't look like a sandwich bag :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/b&gt; "Money Maker" - Ludacris feat. Pharell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115559847323383931?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115559847323383931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115559847323383931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115559847323383931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115559847323383931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/furreal.html' title='Furreal?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115537676419033433</id><published>2006-08-12T12:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:04:19.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Tank</title><content type='html'>Why oh why do I get up in the morning brush my teeth and THEN eat breakfast? Can't I just eat breakfast then brush my teeth? Cuz I just finished my bowl of frosties and I feel like brushing. I wonder, is this how it's supposed to be? What comes first the toothbrush or the frosties? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good today, I woke up and got off the right side of bed. Now, what if a persons bed is stuck to the wall and they can only get up from one side of the bed? Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break starts August 21. What do you think will happen to them? I think they're going to catch haywire first and Veronica will be 'detained until further notice'. Now wait, let me check actual spoiler sites. Checked them... I CAN'T WAIT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this phobia of being late! It's not really a phobia, but I HATE being late, despise it. I always make sure I have at least a gap of 10 minutes plus traveling time to be on the safe side. I hate being in a rush. How convenient for me! I'm living in a society where every watch is at least 15 minutes late. How is this relevant? I need to go to university now and I'm wondering when to leave. I think I'll be a rebel today and go half an hour before class starts (traveling time 20 mins). Ohhh it's a big deal :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah listen to Beyonces new, actually unreleased, song - "Ring the Alarm", shes sounds violent screaming her lungs out and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115537676419033433?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115537676419033433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115537676419033433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115537676419033433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115537676419033433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/think-tank.html' title='Think Tank'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115533812528019919</id><published>2006-08-12T02:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:15:25.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>-gasp-</title><content type='html'>I have cemented the fact that I am just plain unlucky or really stupid at times. But I don't think I am because I didn't see this coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I was going to pay my bills online and asked my dad for his credit card, I was going to pay 400KD to settle my bills and an extra 100KD for when I travel. Pre-paid expense if you know what I mean. So it's a total of 500KD, cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on the site and everything goes smoothly until the part where they authenticate the card and tell you that the payment was successful. I didn't get that! I got a "your session has been timed out, either for 2 of these reasons blah blah". So I try again, and again.... and again. I thought there was something wrong with the laptop, so I picked up my sisters laptop and proceeded with my final try. Didn't work. I never got a confirmation page at all! I thought fine I'll go to any store tomorrow and pay there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later I get 5 messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for paying your bills. x5 :D (Wayhy ensefag) I got the proverbial slap to the face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 emails too. Didn't check them yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you do the math. 500 x 5 = 2,500. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2,500&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed 500 :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115533812528019919?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115533812528019919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115533812528019919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115533812528019919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115533812528019919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/gasp.html' title='-gasp-'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115524964368932977</id><published>2006-08-11T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:40:43.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpen the blur</title><content type='html'>It's strange when everything you see is a blur, meshed into each other and you don't know when one thing ends and the other begins. It's safe to say that "that's how life flows" but I need closure! I need a life checklist just to feel that I'm actually doing something productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, people might say that this is the perfect example of not living your life! Well, I just want to "contribute" something to society. Not something I'm forced to do, but share something I love doing. And basically have a blast doing it and be satisfied till no end :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, why am I always reminded that I am a gubis? Staghferallah! What's up with terrorists threatening to blow up airplanes?  Can't they blow up rocks instead? I'd like to send them a scientific kit gift, maybe that will distract them from ruining everyones vacations! And also killing innocent people, but that doesn't mean a lot to them does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they use their creativity for other useful things? Finding an alternative to hairspray for instance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115524964368932977?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115524964368932977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115524964368932977' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115524964368932977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115524964368932977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/sharpen-blur.html' title='Sharpen the blur'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115498824284526790</id><published>2006-08-08T00:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:04:02.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Lite</title><content type='html'>I want to do so many things but have so little time! For once my schedule is overflowing with things to do! How ironic! I'm basically trying to juggle attending classes, finishing assignments, making schedules for work and trying to get everything ready for when I travel! But at the same time, I'm really bored... I sit in class and plan out every outfit for everyday I'm in London. :) &lt;br /&gt;It really does take a lot of time and creativity since I have to mix and match! Plus, I have alternatives if i'm not feeling the outfit at that particular day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in the computer lab at university, and there was this couple sitting infront of me. And let me distinctively note that I was really moody that day and had a lot to do. So the girl was just typing away obviously she was as tired as I was and he on the other hand was very energetic. She's a midget and he can't be described without me feeling bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it went: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7ana:&lt;/b&gt; Ooomi come'on you need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De3la:&lt;/b&gt; (in a low sultry voice) Mabadeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7ana:&lt;/b&gt; Yala taa3i ooomi... ooomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De3la:&lt;/b&gt; (moaning "no" and shrugging her shoulders) Mmm mabadey mabadey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- of course she's trying to act all cute and I wanna barf. I was staring at them in disbelief, I wanted to kill.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7ana:&lt;/b&gt; Ya bint 'eltelak taa3i.. yee sho beki &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De3la:&lt;/b&gt; enta rooo7 waji waraak ehe' ehe' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7ana:&lt;/b&gt; Ok ooomi yala (heads to the door, reaches it and looks back at her, shes still in her seat).. YEEE OOOOOMYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De3la:&lt;/b&gt;: Ehe' ehe' ehe' (totally dala3 7aleema boland style) mabadeey mabadeey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (In my mind... GOOMAY ALLAH LAYWAFGECH!!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Gamat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; MABAD'HAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Whenever they pass I tell my friend "yala goomay" and she replies "mabadaaaayyyyy" ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115498824284526790?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115498824284526790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115498824284526790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115498824284526790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115498824284526790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/de-lite.html' title='De-Lite'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115471403917897603</id><published>2006-08-04T20:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:53:59.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Great-ive</title><content type='html'>So this a post just for the sake of posting, to update y'all I've been suffering in mandatory torture also known as summer school. Why do I succumb myself to such agony? I think because I like to tell myself that it will be worth it after it's done. Howeve, I fail to tell myself how tiring the process will be. Thankfully, I've passed the half line and there's not a lot to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hailed July the "old-friends-popping-out-of-nowhere" month. It is both refreshing and disturbing to know that these people thought of reaching out and contacting old moi. Refreshing because it means I'm cool like that. Disturbing because they are 'old' friends, apparently people who I've cut all contact from for something called a REASON. Oh well, a few polite gestures and all and they'll be back in the past folder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem psychotic but I'm flattered to know I'm a threat. Let me elaborate, my dear friends significant other logged onto his email and started chatting with me, half way through the chat she tells me who she is, I'm like "Why didn't you say so:P" and we go on chatting like we're old friends. Later, I realize that she is 'threatened' by me, yeah well if I were in her position I'd know why, but I don't trespass on peoples property so no harm there. However it's sad how he's 'banned' to chat with me anymore and still added me on another email (he cited that his action was justified since she had other emails too). Well, I won't even attempt to go there. In my opinion, I don't think that's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats up with me but I've been indulging in pre-travel shopping, like a lot. I should save my energy and cash to go shopping while on vacation right? I have no idea why but I want to shop now and chill there. I'm just going to have to wait and see, I know I'm going to scratch my shopping itch while I'm there. Always have, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm a ghost/mystery shopper! Can't say where exactly, don't want to blow my cover, but basically they pay me to shop. How cool is that? Seriously. I'd like to go professional soon, this is my calling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I love GarageBand. The end. (No it's not a band, it's a program where you make your own music). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to hear from me? Thought so too! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115471403917897603?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115471403917897603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115471403917897603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115471403917897603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115471403917897603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-ive.html' title='Great-ive'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115230838607490094</id><published>2006-07-08T00:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:08:03.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants to Move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/FOOD/key.ingredient/dark.chocolate/flourless.cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://edition.cnn.com/FOOD/key.ingredient/dark.chocolate/flourless.cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean I can't have the cake and eat it too? What am I supposed to just stare at it trying to stop myself drooling? People say that when they want to console someone.. wtf? Why? Why would anyone say that? It's just dumb.. seriously, just cut the cake and what? take it for a walk? I don't get it, someone please attempt to enlighten me. If I see a cake, it's guaranteed to vanish a couple of seconds later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when a teenage guy has a crush on some hot cheerleader and then they go out for a couple of dates. A couple of days later she dumps him, and then his friend tells him "Well... you can't have the cake and eat it too." I wouldn't get the cake if I can't eat it later... enough of that. I'm craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a little confession, I'm trying to act all cool about this but seeing a 0 next to the comments everytime I post is not hot. There MUST be someone reading, so next time, try not to pity me and comment. Mkay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend about a sensitive subject the other day. It was about people acting stupid or incompetent, basically just trying to take advantage of you. I've come across alot of these people, but when I think about it, how do you actually know if they're pretending or really are dumb? excuse my french. For instance, I've rephrased my words a million times, but still they can't seem to get it! But then, we decided that they DO get it, but are too lazy to do anything about it! And then we decided to act that way whenever we're stuck with new people to work with. That is an incredible idea, but then I tried imaging myself in that position but I couldn't! I would be embarassed! I hate incompetent people! I really do! It's either you do it, and if you don't know, ASK and follow what you've been asked to do, and if you somehow "forgot" ask again! Don't try to improvise and do whatever seems right! CUZ IT'S NOT! and oh, next time try to put a little more effort and use one font when writing, because it might seem like you were copy pasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident, with the maids at home, I repeatedly ask them to place whatever may be on the couch (bags, books, magazines, papers etc) on the shelves (naturally right?) No one should ever have to say that, it's common sense. But no, they keep stacking them on the couch. Hello? Last time I checked couches were for human behinds to sit on not the latest issue of Layalina. And I think my handbag won't be offended if it was on the table. She should've asked it first. So? What am I going to do about it? I think I'm going to get all the magazines I have, stack them ALL over the couches so there is literally no space to sit and wait to see what happens because no one else is realizing how annoying it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that might be politically incorrect but I have to blurt out. Why would women who are covered from head to toe (including the face) take a picture? Is it because they feel left out? Or would the flash reveal a hint of their face? The only way to recognize them is by looking at their name and even that can be deceiving! What if they mixed up the names? The whole point of taking the picture in the first place is lost! I don't understand, it's like a black blob on the wall, I can't say "Oh she's changed so much!"... I just look at it and .... -blank- nothing, nada. If I was to do that I would comment on how slim the black makes me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115230838607490094?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115230838607490094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115230838607490094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115230838607490094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115230838607490094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-wants-to-move.html' title='She Wants to Move!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115187422374348516</id><published>2006-07-02T23:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:03:43.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? Hahaha Bless your soul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I think youuuuuuu're crazy! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, honestly, I have nothing to write about. I think I don't but I actually do, I've deleted at least three different topics just because I'm not feeling them. So I'm just typing what comes to mind. What's on my mind, I need to do some summer cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics? I turn 21 this October, but it doesn't mean I would've voted if I had been 21 a week ago. Why? Just because the whole situation reminded me of highschool elections, filled with propaganda. I didn't feel the urge to participate, either seeing or hearing what the different candidates had to offer. Lack of political awareness? No not really, I do understand the in's and out's of the political arena, but I would only be interested if the elections show a sign of fairness, where there is a chance for the underdog to actually win! In this years elections it seemed like you knew who was going to win before they even planted their first poster! And don't get me started with the posters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to an unrelated issue, what is up with the weekend weather? On Thursday it's the ultimate ocean utopia and on Friday we're in the middle of a dust storm? Not to mention that it's freezing and you can actually feel the tiny sand grains stinging you, and it hurts! But honestly, the weather on Thursday makes up for the dust in my eyes any day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to ski, "tried", but I will keep on trying until I don't look like a dolphin leaping out of the water still holding on to the handle! Who says we need a ski instructor? Practice makes perfect! I'll just stick to stationary water activities, like sitting on the banana or getting a butt massage from the donut! Suction piece of plastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love Chris Rock... I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115187422374348516?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115187422374348516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115187422374348516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115187422374348516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115187422374348516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-do-you-who-do-you-who-do-you-who.html' title='Who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? Hahaha Bless your soul!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115092796929132767</id><published>2006-06-22T00:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:15:23.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's illegal to dress up a chicken and call it your wife</title><content type='html'>Communication? It's essential, we do it every single second of our day minus the seconds when we sleep and some more. But the point is when we communicate we think we're sending something but the other person just might not be getting what we're saying. Misunderstanding it, happens all the time. So, my one-sided discussion of the day is to enlighten you on some important facts of life I've learned in drama class. No, it has nothing to do with acting or the such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings, when in trouble we have a tendency to blame everything we do on someone else, or we'd like to if the situation doesn't allow. Or, we might blame our mood on someone else, get bothered and start up an arguement. Earthlings might even go to the extent of arguing for the hell of it, not too unfamiliar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So assume this scene, God forbid someone has pissed you off. Other than attacking them, think a little bit and with a little rephrasing of words, you'll be amazed from the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than saying "You pissed me off cuz you're two faced"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use this "I feel pissed off because I've seen some two facedness action happening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first scenario you'll be back fired with "WHAT? IM TWO FACED?" ... yes, yes I know you didn't mean that but someone might or will take the opportunity to hold it against you. You can't say you didn't say or mean that but guess what? You did! Not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second scenario, if someone says "WHAT? IM TWO FACED?" You can say, calmly "No I didn't say that and you're a lousy listener! So, you don't deserve to be spoken to...imbecil!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115092796929132767?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115092796929132767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115092796929132767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115092796929132767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115092796929132767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-illegal-to-dress-up-chicken-and.html' title='It&apos;s illegal to dress up a chicken and call it your wife'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-115022832023110047</id><published>2006-06-13T22:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:52:00.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidently in Love</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm in love? With love? I'm a libra, and its well-known that librans love LOVE. Everybodys after love, in a form of a person. I've finally realized I'm in love with love. The concept. I love the romantic, realistic, heart wrenching, comedic, emotional aspects that have to do with love. I'd rather dream myself away on a cloud of love rather than be involved in a mediocre relationship. Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the topic of mediocre relationships. I hate when friends suddenly get involved and turn into flipping different people. What's up with that? They act different, they have different agendas (where you're bumped into the end of the priority list), and what pisses me off the most is they're busy talking on the phone when you're actually with them, which is a fraction of the time you used to spend together. And what the hell is wrong with people that have to ask permission from their BF's to go out? Put on a leash why don't you! Good God, I fail to understand this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating at all, but that's not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? But I like Paris' new song, I think it's such a feel good laid back kind of song. I think I'm going to regret saying this a few weeks later but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-115022832023110047?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/115022832023110047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=115022832023110047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115022832023110047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/115022832023110047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/06/accidently-in-love.html' title='Accidently in Love'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114928428300181543</id><published>2006-06-03T00:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:38:03.040+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic!</title><content type='html'>As I sit here with my plate of watermelon on the side and flipping through the latest edition of Marie Claire, I begin to wonder, why am I eating watermelon cross legged on the couch, laptop on 'lap' and fingers sliding through the glossy papers? Why am I watching the TV when theres a still image of a game of poker on pause? Why do I zone out all of a sudden listening to my brothers song of the week put on loop 24hrs a day? Why do I feel like a failure for a second in a day and that just ruins my whole mood of aspiration for a couple of weeks? Why do I force myself to act sentimental in situations where I couldn't care less? Why do I get sensitive at the most unsignificant things? Why do I choke up all my pent up emotions and then when they finally explode I feel like suffocating in my gasps for air? Why oh why do the people you want don't think of you and the ones who are trying to be your shadow you'd rather see stuck in a mouse trap. Why do I like to calculate things and don't up doing them, and waste the time I'm supposed to be actually doing them by calculating even more? Why do I always tell myself, I could've done that, and don't actually do it? Why do I have a million ideas and can't focus on one and work 101% at realizing? Why is it when I go to shop I focus on what looks good but forget what looks good on me? Why do I have a messy nest for a room, but when left alone for a day I transform into ms. organized? Why do I think, and have great thoughts but forget to write them down? Why do I have short-term memory, can't I focus or I chose not to? Why do I like to be visually stimulated? Why do I believe in the beauty of the ordinary except I want to be extraordinary? Why do I censor things I say just because I want to avoid any confrontations? Why does my mind wander on its own sometimes and I have to pull it back into reality? Why do my dreams involve things so random, I should document them and publish them? Why did I dream my bag was stolen and was worried about the european notes I always forgot to exchange? Why do I get a sensation of driving 1,000mph but really am sitting still? Why do I feel my eyes awkwardly blink sometimes but I notice there's something in the lights not my eyes? Why do I love to ask questions but expect no answers? Why am I always quiet but have a fiery personality? Why am I disappointed from people all the time but fail to realize we're all human? Why are things so easy to say but hard to do? and finally, why am I craving more watermelon when I'm feeling bloated already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114928428300181543?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114928428300181543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114928428300181543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114928428300181543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114928428300181543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/06/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114924107210500057</id><published>2006-06-02T12:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:37:52.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZ3eWLGIMBQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZ3eWLGIMBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/20983758-114924107210500057?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114924107210500057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114924107210500057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114924107210500057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114924107210500057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/06/tickle-me.html' title='Tickle Me!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114902046409734283</id><published>2006-05-30T23:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:21:04.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Toothpick</title><content type='html'>I'm angry, I'm unpredictable! &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything you wish you could be! &lt;br /&gt;I'm judgemental yet just, &lt;br /&gt;Speaking my mind with honesty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't laugh at me, &lt;br /&gt;But I can laugh at myself, &lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem with that, &lt;br /&gt;You can hit your head on the proverbial wall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I care? I probably do, &lt;br /&gt;but on worthy shit, so nothing to do with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random ;P i'm not in the ranting mood, but I felt this surge of power! I needed to express something 'powerful'! Just felt like doing that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enlighten myself with some philosophical gibberish, so I've been thinking of something, I've been comparing myself to the sun (yeah yeah you can laugh). So I'm the sun, I have endless energy that is hitting everything in sight, so basically that means I can do anything seamlessly if I focus on it enough, multi-faceted to say the least! But, I need to focus on something, I need some direction! I need a magnifying glass! Remember burning plastic with the help of the magnifying glass? I NEED THAT! Wow, I can imagine focusing all that energy on one specific objective, light it on fire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, I need the 'magnifiying glass' installed into my system, but how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pinky &amp; The Brain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114902046409734283?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114902046409734283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114902046409734283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114902046409734283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114902046409734283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-toothpick.html' title='I Need a Toothpick'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114833189628129831</id><published>2006-05-25T22:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:33:43.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres where my mojo went!</title><content type='html'>I truly believe that life is a ferris wheel. Somedays you hit rock bottom, but it's not that bad because you always know that soon enough you'll be right on top. Well, I'm feeling on the top of the world. &lt;br /&gt;1- I've got a boost of energy&lt;br /&gt;2- I can finally take a well-deserved break &lt;br /&gt;3- I'm feeling really good about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get days where nothing could be worse and even though it seems like a horrible stormy day you can still see the silver lining? That sliver of hope just seems to mend all the irreversible anguish and anxiety. Enough of the metaphor talk, I don't want to ruin the mood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT-IS-UP with people looking at me like I've murdered someone when I tell them I haven't seen 'The Sound of Music'? Ok... so I know the song that is synonomous with the movie, do a dear a female dear ok I forgot the rest. (It sounds so lame, DO A DEAR? A FEMALE ONE TOO? How perverse is that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am I the only one obsessed with the mini-series 'Taken' that they show on MBC4? I'm no sci-fi junkie but that show is so mesmerizing and really 'takes' you away from reality! But I've got to say, aliens popping in at the middle of the show takes so much out of the viewing experience, I can't help but LAUGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and LOST has finally ended. Can I fast foward till October 4? That's when they'll start the 3rd season. 3 months of NO LOST? I'd rather jump from a building, no not literally but I need to quench my amazing-entertainment thirst! I've watched up to episode 13 or 14, but because of different setbacks, I haven't seen any since. BUT being a self-professed addict, I've READ every single episode summary, yes I love spoilers too! ;) So, I've read every summary and skimmed through various forums and discussions, so basically I know everything little thing that has happened, BUT I STILL want to see the episodes I've missed! That's how amazing it is. I need to find a shop that could supply me with my fix for next season ;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114833189628129831?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114833189628129831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114833189628129831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114833189628129831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114833189628129831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/05/theres-where-my-mojo-went.html' title='Theres where my mojo went!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114781244039515937</id><published>2006-05-16T23:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:47:20.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chan zain</title><content type='html'>"Lets go on a roadtrip, we'll start in Miami, have a little bit of fun in the sun and then rent a car and drive all the way to Las Vegas. What do you think?" &lt;br /&gt;"Why go on a car when theres a plane?" &lt;br /&gt;"We can rent a convertible and drive through the empty road. The best thing is that there's no speedbumps or cameras!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why Las Vegas?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want to show it to you."&lt;br /&gt;"And then?"&lt;br /&gt;"We can leave whenever you feel bored and head to Los Angeles. I can show you where I used to study."&lt;br /&gt;"What about New York?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're such a shopaholic! You can spend your time shopping in Paris, once on our way to the US and again on our way back. That should be enough right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, if your wallet can handle it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114781244039515937?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114781244039515937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114781244039515937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114781244039515937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114781244039515937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/05/chan-zain.html' title='Chan zain'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114762835347298162</id><published>2006-05-14T20:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:39:13.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Phew, finally a breath of air! I can't believe how slow these past weeks have been, it's like a part of your mind is on auto pilot 24/7 and the other part is frantically trying to keep up! And your mind keeps swerving between lanes and you beg yourself to pay attention to the topic at hand but you can't! But miraculously I made it in one piece &amp; I'm really proud! I love delegating, that's my new hobby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to delegate whoever needs/wants to be delegated, I'm not that bad at it too... oh, and I can feel my inner workaholic emerging with a perfectionist midget on its shoulder. I just have two words, kinda TOO LATE! I could've used them ages ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not a problem, considering I'll be stuck here all through summer, that in itself is a test of patience let alone a test of knowledge! I suggest they do summer sessions online, that would be AMAZING! Just tag your laptop along, get your assignments done before lunch, and leave to go shopping in Selfridges or take a refreshing dip in the pool! Now that's a suggestion, not "get us a wider variety of food"... OK thats equally important, and I'm the first to whine about the lack of quality food, but there are other priorities! I think I should voice this opinion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114762835347298162?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114762835347298162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114762835347298162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114762835347298162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114762835347298162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114634167979534497</id><published>2006-04-29T23:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:15:02.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream yesterday. It was so vivid and I could've sworn that it was actually real. Apparently, I was sleeping and got a phone call around 4 or 5am, it was my friend A. She doesn't call on a daily basis but this call was eerie, she sounded confused. It went something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aloo? &lt;br /&gt;A: Are you coming to university tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, why? &lt;br /&gt;A: (sounding concerned) Just come early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? Whats wrong? &lt;br /&gt;A: (persistently) Just come tomorrow, real early okay? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you okay? &lt;br /&gt;A: I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Real early, don't forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being uneasy about it, that something was going on. Anyway, I drifted off to sleep and then woke up to get ready for the day. While I was brushing my teeth, I remembered her phone call and wanted to go check what time she called. I grabbed my phone and opened the received phone calls, nothing from her. Only then I realized I was dreaming. I was actually getting ready to go to university. Real early too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I told her the dream and she said that it meant that I was going to get some good news and that she's khayr 3alay (I think she made up the last part).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114634167979534497?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114634167979534497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114634167979534497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114634167979534497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114634167979534497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114538903297385353</id><published>2006-04-18T21:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:37:13.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's showtime!</title><content type='html'>It's officially spring fever or mating season and people are getting engaged left and right, it's kinda getting repetitive, everyone's stealing each others lightning! As soon as I heard the news of one of my friends getting engaged, I thought "aww ya7laail..." and I couldn't even continue that thought..another newsflash! I hear of more girls getting checked off the bachelorette list! Congrats to all who've jumped on the newly-engaged bandwagon, they're on the road of no return! Unless any of them decide to break off the engagement, God forbid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone enlighten me? Why is it such a big of a deal to consider the engagement to be as important as the marriage itself? Yes, I may seem cynical but isn't it supposed to be the trial phase where things are actually getting serious and that in itself is a slap from mother reality? It's more of a 'Yes I've nabbed you now and it's set in stone so there's no going back, sucka' ... Yes, I'm having allergic reactions to creatures with higher levels of testosterone (FYI: women have that too) and no I'm not bitter, I need to vent and this is the topic at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, engagements? Yes, no, maybe? Short ones, long ones? Let the first few months of marriage act as 'the' engagement, since engagements are a one way street to marriage anyway? Getting my drift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to rationalize it since it can be analyzed in SO many different ways by many people, but in my honest opinion (and that may differ depending on my mood), engagements are just a subtle way of saying "Even though you're taken, you have to enjoy these last moments of singleness with a grain of salt because they ain't ever coming back, and do remember that you can break all of this off whenever you want to but you might as well commit suicide by cutting your wrists with a butter knife" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and something else I've always wondered about, do guys even CARE about engagements? I think not to the extent of their female counterparts! They could not care less, it's just a matter of time to them because they are realistic! It's just another happy day for them, like getting a raise or promotion, it's not the day that will change his life forever and ever (ignorange is bliss and equally essential in this case)! Can you imagine a guy sitting with his friends acting all giddy and shy when talking about his engagement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That would be the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114538903297385353?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114538903297385353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114538903297385353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114538903297385353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114538903297385353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-showtime.html' title='It&apos;s showtime!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114487526253408465</id><published>2006-04-12T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:54:22.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Nakht!</title><content type='html'>I've been lost in translation for quite awhile here with the Germs (Germans and Gerwomans, lol that was totally lame, malaqa overload) and I've just got the hang of just answering and going with the flow whenever they talk to me so when anyone passes and says "Gutentag!", I wouldn't sheepishly smile and mumble like I used to, I'd reply with "Gu6en6ag" :P It doesn't sound like an amateur foreigner... at least I don't think so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've mastered reading German! It's english with some twists here and there, I've mastered some replies too :P Like a woman pointed at the empty chair next to me and said something along the lines of "FREE?" and I said.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JA!" :P I wanted to say yeah, but for some reason I just said Ja... probably a badleya but I think their language is rubbing off on me.. Ja? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so yesterday my dad and I went to an amazing restaurant and then we wanted to pass by a Lebanese restaurant to check it out... we asked about 4 different taxi's to take us to "MARIMAR" ... that's what we thought it was... After what seemed like hours of discussing and describing one taxi took us to what he said the only Lebanese restaurant in town and it wasn't called "MARIMAR" .. it was PALEMARA, men wain 6ala3na marimar madri... Too much emdablaj shows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back after tomorrow.. FINALLY ... The only thing that's cool here is the internet connection, I've been downloading movies like crazy! 120kb/sec mo shwayya! I've downloaded wedding crashers, final destination 3 and the amityville horror movie, I'm gonna watch it now, I've had enough of German MTV... enough shneizens and blakhtens for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114487526253408465?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114487526253408465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114487526253408465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114487526253408465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114487526253408465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-nakht.html' title='Good Nakht!'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114454252864179873</id><published>2006-04-09T03:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:28:48.660+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Time: 4:10am&lt;br /&gt;Place: Business Lounge, Dubai Airport&lt;br /&gt;Mood: cranky, or should I say KRANKY (it sounds more powerful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting here wondering why I didn't change my mind the moment I could... my head is close to melting down, the raggiya on the plane saved the day! Sorry if this incoherent but if I'm managing to type right now, it's a miracle on it's own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up my gubisness, our flight got delayed for like an hour or two... and when we finally got on the plane, we (my parents &amp; I) were stuck in the center 3 seater row! That was funny! I so totally made her sit in the middle... her 'manual' seat wouldn't work, she'd want to lean back and the foot rest yes3ad.. etnazla and then the back comes up! Hilarious I tell you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we get here safely, only to find out that our hotel is located OUTSIDE the airport (okay my chair faj'a nezal broo7a, had to type that lol) .. anyway so we need a room to get into our winter gear, (and again! im gaining weight by the second) .. seriously anyway, the hotel was outside and it was a hassle leaving the airport while our flight was 4 hours away.. so we went to the airport hotel.. TOTALLY BOOKED, so I crash on the couch lol a few seconds later my mom 'decides' she needs boots and a jacket.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head downstairs, to make a long story short.. no boots no jackets LOL maskeena :/ while we were walking around a guy comes up to us and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldie: Laykoon entaw nafs 7alti ba3ad!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sheno? Shsayer? &lt;br /&gt;O: Cancelaw 6ayarti! Raye7 Johanezbarg! etcetc &lt;br /&gt;Mom: La latgool! Khanchayek 3ala tathakerna! etcetc&lt;br /&gt;O: Eee tawni bas3ad el 6ayara chan egooloonli la enta materkab HAHAHA(ROARING LAUGHTER)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Uh, ee, la lazim enchayek.. (moves away slowly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so oogling me with his OLD eyes the whole time, ugh, dude I know I look hot while I'm half asleep but give it a rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that as soon as we turned away my mom was saying "ee khanchayek 3al tathaker" and looking at dararee3 .. she glanced back to see he wasn't there and said "Emghazelchi 3ayyar!!" LOL .. God, I'm loving this.. IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I said that, I'm sure it will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114454252864179873?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114454252864179873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114454252864179873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114454252864179873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114454252864179873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/04/beyond-exhaustion.html' title='Beyond Exhaustion'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114400482601641837</id><published>2006-04-02T21:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:07:06.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dowar El Sheraton</title><content type='html'>My worst nightmare on so many levels, it's like going into a warzone... I grab the steering wheel so tight before entering and take a really deep breath, I let out as soon as I see that it's empty... But when its not .. oh boy thats a different story. I've had buses speeding my way, cars honking from all sides and people criss-crossing all desperately wanting to go on their way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I never honk! I just scream or shout &lt;b&gt;"WAKHRAAAAAW!!"&lt;/b&gt; or if someone would sleep on me (enam 3alay) I'd say &lt;b&gt;"Walla Sij?"&lt;/b&gt;.. I'm a very cautious driver, I like to take my time.. I think that says something about my personality, I like to take it slow, never rushed and having my sweet time doing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, LIFE is like on super speed plus fast forwarded x24, which is so not cool for my kind of mentality. Everythings outta control now.. its like -snap- its summer already.. I didn't even go through all my winter clothes! And God knows I'm pissed about that.. I wanna wear that cute black jacket without having people think I'm on the wrong side of the world.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling blah about my appearance these days, I need a makeover so bad.. I want an afro or a really short hairdo -two things I can't imagine myself having.. too horrible to imagine!- ... ohhhh how about braids or corn rows, I can so pass off as a thugstress :P Another thing I've always wanted to pull off was the slick hair pulled into a ponytail or bun, the professional look .. totally femme fatale! But frizzy is my middle name so that sucks for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114400482601641837?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114400482601641837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114400482601641837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114400482601641837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114400482601641837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/04/dowar-el-sheraton.html' title='Dowar El Sheraton'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114375308202312009</id><published>2006-03-30T23:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:11:22.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Here, Push There</title><content type='html'>I've had something I've been working on for quite awhile now, the first two phases are over with and it makes me feel really manipulative that I'm treating this whole thing as a 'project' of some kind. Well, it can be from a certain perspective, but it's much more serious than that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process has felt like an experiment, that I can say... with extensive.. ok not extensive, but some research done and a bit of testing and a whole lot of creativity and split second decisions! Exciting, I know :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I think I'm getting bored with this little experiment... I've successfully reached two checkpoints and I'm leaving the rest to work itself out, let nature take its course. I've had enough planning for a lifetime, and the idea of using people as guinea pigs is wrong. Extremely fun, but wrong. I've had my fun, and I'm just waiting for life to slap me back in the face or hopefully the opposite (get to the final stage without having to lift a finger, which is so out of my realm of reality!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson of the day:&lt;/b&gt; Using people for your own entertainment pleasure can be really amusing but it's unacceptable, so next time you think of doing it, make sure they don't know who you are OR blame it on the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N2S (Note 2 Self):- &lt;i&gt;You need to get your lazy ass moving tomorrow by just doing one task in a time span of 5 hours, excluding a given 2 hour break... and yes, an hour does make a difference, waiting an hour to get the 'KHELG' is SAD! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114375308202312009?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114375308202312009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114375308202312009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114375308202312009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114375308202312009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/pull-here-push-there.html' title='Pull Here, Push There'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114357549991881144</id><published>2006-03-28T19:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:52:07.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>I believe, and so does Oprah, that if you really want something or did something that you want credit for... or basically anything that you've done and want some kind of reciprocity, you have to not dwell about it. You have to let it go, you have to surrender it all. If you want something so much you'd even die for while harboring an unhealthy obsession over, the safest thing to do is to let it go. If you do something, release it to the world. Don't hold it tight, don't make it seem much more important than it is... because nothing ever is. To be continued... because I'm on the phone ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do you wanna run away together?" I would say it was your best line. ever. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad I felt for it... And I walked along, waiting for you to come along, &lt;br /&gt;Take my tortured heart by the hand and write me off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I cry? Do you know I die? Do you know I cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and it's not the good kind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Good Kind" - The Wreckers (You're welcome ;P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114357549991881144?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114357549991881144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114357549991881144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114357549991881144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114357549991881144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114313878273675958</id><published>2006-03-23T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:33:02.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't mean to...</title><content type='html'>I don't mean to lie, but when I get forced to use a certain cream, take some pills when I'm sick or anything that I refuse to do, when asked about I say that I did... Just because I don't want to create any unwanted 'situations'! Anyway, so I'm told to use a cream, and then I say that I did, but I really didn't... they answer with things like "Yeah, I can see the results! It's working wonders". Or if I'm supposed to take medicine, my mom would say "Wayhech kan emsofer el7een ta3adal"... Not to insult mommy dearest or CATCH HER LYING TO MY FACE (because I did so a minute earlier) I would just say "Oh really?" and smirk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't understand for the LIFE of me... are they saying the TRUTH? Or just sending the message that what they say is whats right... It's like "told ya so"! Sure, I'd come up with my own conclusions that I have a great immune system that can recover my body in one day, or that I can clear my oily prone skin just by using sheer will power! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'm faced with the facts that 1) NO my face is not getting any better and 2) I am still coughing and weezing with tissues clogging my nasal tracts! Maybe it's my hard-headedness, or to put it honestly my forgetfulness! I simply just forget to take the pills, to use the creams... so, it's nothing personal, but I can't deny that i get amused to no end by their reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough- -sniff-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114313878273675958?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114313878273675958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114313878273675958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114313878273675958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114313878273675958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-didnt-mean-to.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to...'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114280070842740513</id><published>2006-03-19T22:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:38:28.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really?</title><content type='html'>Is being a flirt a really bad thing? If I had the chance I would make it my favorite past time... and look in the mirror practicing batting my eyes and pouting my lips. No not quite, that's not the kind of 'superficial' flirting I'm talking about! Just about any living creature with eyes and lips can do that, and better than us humans too! Animals have tried every mating mechanism under the sun, and it seems to be working pret-ty good for them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is not the direction I want this post to be going... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand! I think flirting is healthy, but not the "Yeah you're so hot" or the "I know you want me" type. Basically all the stuff that you would hear pop singers say in their songs is a big &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;. (I'm thinking of Britney Spears and how she talks through her songs saying the most hilarious remarks while using her ultra sexy voice) Sell yourself girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about 'entertain my ears, stimulate my mind' magic going on. My role model is Portia in The Merchant of Venice. That woman could TALK... She could grab your attention, twist your mind, leave your mouth gape in awe and still make you want more. I'm jealous :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do too have a way with words, but I need a couple of seconds to think about what to say...Hmm make that ALOT of seconds. I wish I was faster upstairs :/ It's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad, considering that finding someone who will appreciate the effort and &lt;b&gt;reciprocate&lt;/b&gt; the thought will be harder than thinking of a charming witty reply. Now that's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114280070842740513?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114280070842740513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114280070842740513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114280070842740513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114280070842740513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-really.html' title='Do you really?'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114269907463990398</id><published>2006-03-18T19:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:24:38.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Break, Have a Flake Cake</title><content type='html'>I need a break! I seriously need a break where I can smother myself with chocolates, cookies, brownies, tubs of icecream, caramel popcorn and WATER to make the process easier on myself. And watch endless episodes of the family guy, futurama, and the simpsons (notice they're all animated shows so I won't compare myself to skinny actors while I increase my waistline to oblivion). OH, and most importantly, have two paramedics on the side just incase I slip into a coma from the sugar rush. And the paramedics should be really hot... and blind (so I can be comfortable knowing that they can't see how big a spoonful in my book is). Now THAT would be funny imagining, them trying to find a vein with their heightened sense of touch! It's turning into a scary movie now... that's why I needed a break in the first place, everything's becoming so complicated these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a sweet tooth, I have sweet TEETH. It's amazing how my teeth aren't deteriorating by now, I can't live without a dose of honey, chocolate, or condensed milk and many other sweet things. I think condensed milk is the best thing after... I'm trying to think of something but there isn't so... it's the best thing ever. period. It saves so much time, trying to get the right balance of sugar and milk with the tea is so challenging, it makes you (or rather just me) hate the process of drinking tea. Just use nestle condensed milk! It works wonders, and tastes heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to eat, drink or lick or whatever I used to do condensed milk right out of the pack.. gross? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114269907463990398?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114269907463990398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114269907463990398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114269907463990398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114269907463990398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-break-have-flake-cake_18.html' title='Have a Break, Have a Flake Cake'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-114236911516414405</id><published>2006-03-14T23:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:45:15.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't want to meet Mr. Right... I want to meet Mr. Right-NOW or is it the other way around? I want him to meet me? See since I could never, ever, EVA show that I am that desperate. I actually googled 'virtual boyfriend'... hey I was curious, there MUST be someone else in such a dire and sad state. (and there a few sites that actually make you create your own bf... I didn't go that far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just BUY one? I'm in my spending phase, and the more I spend the more I feel this void in my life! I truly believe that if I was with someone I wouldn't spend that much... I just need someone now to test that theory, and not for my other infinite and one reasons. There's not much my credit card can handle! and to top it all off, I have to suffer the consequences of satisfying myself by paying off my debt! It's a double edged sword, I have to pay the price (figuratively and literally!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and random people keep popping up into my life... I always wonder how they remember me all of a sudden, what triggered that memory, what crazy thing did they hear or see that they associated with me. It's good to be remembered, it does bring back alot of memories, (which were neatly folded and tucked away a.k.a dealt with and forgotten) and I smile...No, not really, but I do sometimes. But anyway, my life has been a drag lately, I've been pushed backstage to watch the show go on while I recuperate, I hope I can jump right back in and continue the show soon! Now I know what it means to stand on the sidelines and watch life go by, it really is entertaining but I need to get involved again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-114236911516414405?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/114236911516414405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=114236911516414405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114236911516414405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/114236911516414405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/03/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-113976787351122200</id><published>2006-02-12T20:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:11:13.533+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines...</title><content type='html'>This year, I am going to see valentines as something I should celebrate, even if I don't have a significant other! For a very long time I've dreaded the 'V' word. I just didn't want to remind myself that I am... -gasp- single! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single can be healthy, it truly can. I can focus on myself, pamper and treat myself endlessly! My family and friends are enough and I don't need to worry my little pretty head with guy issues! Let alone make my friends bear the misery with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming immune to this whole 'gotta get a bf' issue ;P It's becoming so OLD! Which means I can't even remember the last time I've had a meaningful relationship! It's been such. a. long. time... and even longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE, I've had many opportunities. Ok. Not many, but SOME. Some is good. Some means that I'm still in the running. Lail7een mawjooda bel sa7a el faneya ;P But STILL, this does not mean, I repeat, does NOT mean I am willing to lower my standards. A property in say hmmm London isn't going to become cheaper even though it's not in demand THESE days, but probably in the long run it will, but highly unlikely. People might say, 6arara watshara6... But my standards are at their minimum right now that means I'm being reasonable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote that I'm using is "I'll fast and break it on an onion?" (loosely translated ;p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson of the day is... whoever "the guy" is, he certainly should be worth the wait. He better be! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-113976787351122200?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/113976787351122200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=113976787351122200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113976787351122200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113976787351122200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines...'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-113769916347399610</id><published>2006-01-19T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:33:14.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's the whole cycle repeating itself, when you know that a person suddenly becomes extra friendly and then acts like you never had any history. I never knew he suffered from a short-memory span! I don't know if it's genuine, or if he's humoring me. Especially since this particular person has never "opened" up to me, I feel as if he has trust issues, with just me! He's natural with everyone else, I think it has something to do with not tarnishing the image I have of him. (Even though I know ever little gritty detail) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing or not, but he's starting to open up and becoming honest. Not the kind of honest I would like to hear, but just being honest and being himself. I've never seen that side of him, I'm not sure if it's a side I actually want to discover. He's the same person and all, but days of me wondering why he was so mysterious are loooooong gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he starts calling again? I never would have thought of seeing his number. Things have changed, but I have no idea what made him so friendly, especially since we've had our rough phases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird and I'm not used to it. He was always the guy in the background and then BAM, I'm your best friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings going on... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-113769916347399610?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/113769916347399610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=113769916347399610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113769916347399610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113769916347399610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/01/suspicious.html' title='Suspicious'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983758.post-113726897039163952</id><published>2006-01-14T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:05:24.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It all starts now. I need somewhere to begin documenting my unusual chronicles of living in this society, surrounded by these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a situation that is very frustrating. First of all, I'd like to begin by stating that I'm a very easy going person, I do not like to TALK, because talking involves alot of thinking and energy. I hear something, I comprehend it, and then move on. I hate the issue of 'discussing'. When I say something, it's probably worth listening to. And when I don't, which happens more than often, I have a good reason for not participating in conversations of any form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy, let me just call him the.... stressor (a.k.a cause of stress) He's quite a handful, he keeps giving mixed signals which NO ONE likes to get, but I've been labeled a friend for more than two years now. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly happy with that status, but during more than one occasion he goes through an obsessive hinting phase. True, it does give my ego a boost, but it's also sad. I can't get this guy! I can get everyone, but he's still a pile of contradictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stressor is a great guy, successful, kind, family oriented, ambitious, thoughtful, but has a bad habit of asking about every girl that catches his eye. He then hangs on false hope that once he contacts her she'll fall head over heels for him. He's really good looking and he knows it. After many failed attempts I tried consoling him and pleading him to stop acting so shallow, since he always looks for pretty girls. I tried knocking some sense into him, it worked for a couple of days. He contemplated his superficial ways but I haven't seen any progress lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple of days ago stressor asked me about how many people know that I know him. How Kuwaiti of him. I told him that there were only five, and if it was up to me, I wouldn't see it important to grab a bull horn and tell the world that I know him. He was no Orlando Bloom. And it was his idea to 'say hi' to a couple of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me that he doesn't want anyone else to know that I know him. Like it's my fault? He makes it sound as if I'm inferior. There's nothing between us. Why would I want to tell anyone, that's definitly not my style. I fail to see the big picture. And he's supposed to be open-minded. His reason was because he's going to get married.... IN AROUND TWO YEARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the stubborn and proud person I was, I decided that it was his loss. If he's eventually going to stop any friendship there was, it might as well be now! I am not going to initiate anything from now on. Some people need to think before they speak. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20983758-113726897039163952?l=socialparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/feeds/113726897039163952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20983758&amp;postID=113726897039163952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113726897039163952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20983758/posts/default/113726897039163952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialparadox.blogspot.com/2006/01/hold-on.html' title='Hold on'/><author><name>Social Paradox</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></entry></feed>
