<?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-19377342</id><updated>2011-06-03T01:01:18.015+03:00</updated><title type='text'>creation</title><subtitle type='html'>The mind can create some of the most wonderous pictures in the world
But only a few can make the mind work</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-116372014852310912</id><published>2006-11-17T02:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:35:48.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a Thursday night and boy was I glad to get out of the office. Was a late shift and I wanted to go for a party. Heard the news that there was a party at the diplomatic club, so thought that I should go for it and then called up a few friends and asked if they wanted to go for the party. Went to it and it was a bummer. There was no one there. It was nothing like the global DJ's that happen every now and then. I mean if there is a global DJ's party, then the crowd is expected. But today at this party, there was no one there. The music that they were playing was good, but the crowd left with disappointment. It was like the music was going on, but the people were going out. Well all I can say is that there is nothing like the Global DJ's, and that they are the ones that set the whole crowd into a blaze of glory. Hats off to the guy who organized this event today, but I am sorry, it was a bummer. Well all I can say is that if you're in Doha; don’t miss the next Global DJ's party. Don’t worry; I will keep you informed of the next global DJ's event. See you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-116372014852310912?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/116372014852310912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=116372014852310912&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116372014852310912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116372014852310912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-night.html' title='ONE NIGHT'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-116089743263552379</id><published>2006-10-15T10:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:30:32.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIPS OF AN ANGEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s really good to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Saying my name,&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lips of an Angel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-116089743263552379?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/116089743263552379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=116089743263552379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116089743263552379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116089743263552379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/10/lips-of-angel.html' title='LIPS OF AN ANGEL'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-116037534142441694</id><published>2006-10-09T09:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:30:23.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IM STILL HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s funny how the smallest things will affect your life. I mean it’s the little things that will screw anything that you have planned out. I mean try thinking of it this way, you create plans with a certain someone, thinking that you will go far… but a small thing will screw everything. The only reason why I’m saying this is because it has happened to me, and I’m sure there are many other people who must be feeling what I am right now. My life was bliss when I was with that special someone. But things didn’t work out as usual. I guess that it was meant to be or something like that. But I can’t do anything about it. It’s not my problem if people don’t understand the things that I am going through. No matter how much you try and explain it to a person, they just don’t get it. Seriously, I am a busy person and I have things to do in order to be successful, even if it means doing two to three jobs in a single day. I can’t help it if I don’t have the time to do anything that I want to do. I used to get up every morning feeling glad to be alive. I guess I just want the moment to be real and for me its back to the life of living single and alone, back to the drawing board creating plans. It’s the holding on part that seems to be a little hard. &lt;strong&gt;But I am the one and I’m still here…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-116037534142441694?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/116037534142441694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=116037534142441694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116037534142441694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/116037534142441694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-here.html' title='IM STILL HERE!!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-115943631324359844</id><published>2006-09-28T12:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:38:33.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28th September is the day of my birth. Guess what… today is the day that I celebrate it. I hope that this year goes well for me and hopefully there won’t be any problems that I might have to face later on. But the only thing I can do is to wait and see what’s actually going to happen this year. Well so far it’s been a blast and hopefully later in the night things might get better. Who knows, maybe I might be lucky. Well I shall just wait and see what the evening and the New Year brings me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-115943631324359844?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/115943631324359844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=115943631324359844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115943631324359844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115943631324359844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-115937430006412830</id><published>2006-09-27T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:25:00.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is now a little pleasant than what it was before. Got a job, working with the Doha Asian Games 2006 and I must say it is a blast. The people, or rather my supervisors are the type of people who you wouldn’t want to see go away after the job gets over. Also my friends or the student body who also got selected along with me are too enjoying their time at the office. Of course there is a lot of work later on, but for now I’m just enjoying my time with them. They make work a lot easier and fun for us. The people I work with are Vladimir, MJ, Basta, Sarah, Nigel, Patil, Rami, Tala, Yazin, Khaled and Sheba. All wonderful people and also some of them my university mates. Then there is Heather, Stephanie, Glenn, Kim, Jessica, Gaurav, Mouder, Steven, Fiona, Sam, Vincent, Aqeel, Ilnara, Batura, Nesther, Ben, and Nahed, our coordinators. I would say that this is an office where you can be free and do pretty much whatever you want to do, just as long as you finish your work. Other than that, it is really a fun place to be. Its like as they say in every meeting or presentation that they give out, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS WHERE THE FUN BEGINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well all I can say is that I’m happy here and enjoying the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-115937430006412830?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/115937430006412830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=115937430006412830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115937430006412830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115937430006412830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/09/work_27.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-115808713769693848</id><published>2006-09-12T21:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:52:17.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>These are a couple of pictures that were taken from a sony digital camera, "Sony Cybershot". Ofcourse these pictures are taken at random and without thinking. Amazing pictures is what I feel. What about you? Let me know...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Park%20and%20after%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Park%20and%20after%20002.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Park%20and%20after%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Park%20and%20after%20003.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Park%20and%20after%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Park%20and%20after%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Park%20and%20after%20001.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/DAGOC%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-115808713769693848?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/115808713769693848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=115808713769693848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115808713769693848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115808713769693848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-115200473376872234</id><published>2006-07-04T12:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:18:53.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well its been a long time since I worte in my blog. But was busy with the exams and stuff and now I'm on holiday..... YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The good news is that I just finished my exams and also came to know that I cleared my first year with a B... Its not that bad but what the heck. I cleared the exam and now the only thing for me to do is to relax and enjoy. Hope that you all out there are enjoying your holidays and have a blast from my side cause I will be stuck here in this place throughout summer and boy is it going to get hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways from my side this is all I have to say right now and will post some more stuff later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then...... PEACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-115200473376872234?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/115200473376872234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=115200473376872234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115200473376872234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/115200473376872234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time.html' title='A LONG TIME'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114897488328407054</id><published>2006-05-30T10:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:41:23.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>VITAMIN R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The problem with this country is that there is no organization. I feel that by far, organization is one of the most important things for any country to succeed, or progress. But they are not organized at all. Qatar is a place, where everything depends on the amount of people that you know. By this I mean that, if you have a strong recommendation, anything can happen. I have been living here for the last 21 years now and I know where the country needs help. For example, if there is any work that you have that has to relate to the government, then everything relies on the people you know. If you have a real strong recommendation, then your work will be done in a matter of hours. This has happened to me a lot. The other day I had gone to the traffic department to get a car license, and boy was it long. The procedures that you have to do are to take a paper from them and fill it in. it may sound easy, but its not. Everything has to be written in Arabic and there is nothing that you can do about it. You have to take the paper that they give and then go to a typist and then he will type it out. But its no over here. The next step is to take a stamp from the traffic department and then they tell you to take an eye test. The eye test is the simplest thing to do. You go to them and just read the damn thing. But it’s the longest procedure that there is. This is because of the waiting period. I actually had to wait an hour just to get it done, when any other place will take just about 5 to 6 minutes. But no…. they have to prolong the damn thing and make you wait. But if you have a recommendation, then your license will be issued in a matter of 4 to 5 days. Now since I don’t have any recommendations, I have to wait. After getting the paper work done, then you have to go to the driving school, where you’re put on a waiting list for a month or two. Once your classes begin, you have to wait another month for the test and then only after passing, your license will be in your hand. Now think, the people who have recommendations get their license in 4 days. But for a person like me, it is taking 3 months. In Qatar, this recommendation is known as Vitamin R. sounds funny doesn’t it. But what to do… this is Doha. I think its time for me to pull some strings and get some Vitamin R and then hopefully get my license hopefully in under a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114897488328407054?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114897488328407054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114897488328407054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114897488328407054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114897488328407054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/05/vitamin-r.html' title='VITAMIN R'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114820178661332102</id><published>2006-05-21T11:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:56:26.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CRITICIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The problem with the world today is that they have no common sense what so ever. It’s kinda pathetic the way people try to judge you because of who you are, and not what you do. It’s sad as there is no other work for people to do in a country such as this. The only reason to why I’m writing this is because it’s just pissing me off. I’m just getting a little over edge with the whole thing. I’m serious, the next time someone talks about my life, just because of who I am, I swear I’m going to shoot the fuck. There is only so much that a person can take and then after that, FINISHED. By this I mean there is a certain limit that a person can hold and then after that, the person just goes berserk. And this has happened to me, and is happening again. A couple of days back, I went to apply for a paying job to just get some cash into my pocket, and it was the worst place that I had been to. Full of Indians working there, I thought that I could impress them by my previous working places. But NO. They just saw my face, and told me, “sorry there are no vacancies”. At first it was ok to me and I said to myself, what the heck, its ok for now. After a day, a friend went and applied for the same job, at the same place, and had a lot less qualifications as me. But he got in. how you may ask? This was because the Indians over there didn’t want me to take over them as my qualifications were a lot more than all of them combined together. Now that’s shit if you ask me. They didn’t give me the job because they feared that I would take over them… that’s just bullshit. That's why I just stormed in there and gave them a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only with the work, but with other people as well. They just can’t take it that there is a guy who is better than what they expect him to be. Many families thought that I couldn’t do what I am doing today, and I proved to all of them that I am as better as the next person. But no. just because of their stupid pride, they always think that I will fail in whatever I do. Now that’s just a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why judge me on who I am. Why not just judge me on what I do. That’s my question to all the people out there who think that I am incapable of doing anything. I know a lot more than them, and I know that if given a chance, will definitely be the best. Why criticize some one, just because he turned out ok. This is the problem with people… they can never shut up. They can never think that they are wrong. It’s always me who has to be wrong in everyway possible. And the worst part is, may it be anyone who is doing the criticing, can never keep it to themselves. They always have to go and spread the word to others and make it a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FED UP OF THIS SHIT… SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THIS BEFORE I GO CRAZY….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114820178661332102?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114820178661332102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114820178661332102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114820178661332102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114820178661332102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/05/criticize.html' title='CRITICIZE'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114665836656478521</id><published>2006-05-03T15:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:12:46.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT PLAY WITH ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know to why people play with me. I don’t know what sign that I have on my head that people play with me and just screw me in the end. This has been happening for the lat couple of days and now I am fed up with all this shit. I can’t take this anymore. It’s driving me nuts. My friends, girlfriend, people, and so on just think that I am a play toy and can just get anything that they want from me. Well not anymore, I am putting a stop to it. I’m just going out of my mind with all this crazy shit. No more am I going to let people play around with me, my emotions, and feelings. To hell with you all who think you can play with me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114665836656478521?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114665836656478521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114665836656478521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114665836656478521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114665836656478521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-play-with-me.html' title='DONT PLAY WITH ME...'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114590087708685454</id><published>2006-04-24T20:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:47:57.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DRINKS ON THE HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/blue%20drink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/blue%20drink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/yellow%20drink1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/yellow%20drink1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two good drinks that I had tasted at TGI Friday's... Awesome drinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114590087708685454?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114590087708685454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114590087708685454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114590087708685454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114590087708685454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/04/drinks-on-house.html' title='DRINKS ON THE HOUSE'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114557949729307636</id><published>2006-04-21T03:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:31:37.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A SMALL PRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I would like you all to say a small pray for a friend of mine, whose dad is now in a comma, with a brain tumer. A really good man is his father, and I would you all to just pray that he gets better. This is the least that I could do for his father. So just to get some more prays towards him, I’m spreading the news to you all. This is the only request that I have for you and anyone who reads this can just leave his or her name in the comments or in the chat box, as a sign of good faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be greatly appreciated by me and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114557949729307636?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114557949729307636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114557949729307636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114557949729307636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114557949729307636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-pray.html' title='A SMALL PRAY'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114337977604675562</id><published>2006-03-26T16:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:30:58.880+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a pic that I took as I was on my way to work. It was about 5.00 in the evenining and i took this shot from my Nokia 7610. I call this picture,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/640/Image%28152%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28152%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The light at the end of the road. It was sort of like everyone was heading towards the bright light at the end. I dont know about you, but to me it looks breath taking... &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114337977604675562?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114337977604675562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114337977604675562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114337977604675562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114337977604675562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/light.html' title='THE LIGHT'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114309461492671664</id><published>2006-03-23T09:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:18:01.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does anyone believe that the dreams that you have are sometimes visions into the future? I actually get these types of dreams. They actually come true for me. Well for most of you all, you might just not even remember your dreams. But for me, I can actually remember what I dream of. Some of them are ok, whereas some of them are real nightmares. Believe me, when I say, these dreams haunt me all day and I cannot just think of anything else. Let me give you an example of them: one dream that I did dream off, I saw people dieing in front of me. Sometimes, they are people who I don’t know, but the other times, these people dieing are people that I know. If and when I do get these dreams, I get up like at 3.00 in the morning, and if I do get a nightmare, it is always a must that I get up at exactly 3.00 in the morning. Trust me sometimes it is just freaky. After getting up with a start, it takes me an hour to get to sleep again. This really screws me up, cause for the rest of the day, I will only be thinking about the dream. I don’t know what to do in a situation like this. And this is only a part of the dream. There are others that are really violent. Don’t know what to do… Just thought I could share it with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114309461492671664?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114309461492671664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114309461492671664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114309461492671664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114309461492671664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114300640937263425</id><published>2006-03-22T08:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:46:49.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Illumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell me what you all think of this…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;I dream of wings,&lt;br /&gt;            Not to fly,&lt;br /&gt;            But to be FREE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know where I got this from, but it really sets your mind to some place else. Anyways just let me know what you think of it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114300640937263425?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114300640937263425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114300640937263425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114300640937263425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114300640937263425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/illumination.html' title='Illumination'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114227375676545031</id><published>2006-03-13T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:15:56.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BRO PLAYING THE DRUMS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m sitting here in my brother’s room and I see this drum set that he got… It’s a nice one and sounds awesome. Well until today, I did not know that he knows to play the drums. I was shocked cause till today I never knew that he knew how. I just knew that he could play the guitar and sing well. But I must say that I was impressed by the way he was playing. He was playing the beats of the song named Aadat, by Jal. In the beginning, he missed some of the beats… but in like 5 minutes of practice, he got it exactly on the beat. Of course with a little misses here and there, but otherwise awesome. Sometimes, i dont even know what they do...  its a little weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn’t know that he could play…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114227375676545031?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114227375676545031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114227375676545031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114227375676545031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114227375676545031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-bro-playing-drums.html' title='MY BRO PLAYING THE DRUMS???'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114190982299762320</id><published>2006-03-09T16:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:10:23.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sad day today… In the morning, I got a call from a friend, and gave me some really bad news. This guy is working for the Force and is a really nice person. Well anyways as he calls me, he said that his dog, Koko passed away. This was a pure breed German Alsatian and was the most feared dog in the force. It happened as he was playing with his ball and then later got chocked into his mouth. As they were taking him to the hospital, he passed away. It was really a bad start to my day, as I really liked that dog a lot, and so did he. You could actually make it out from the way he was speaking, that he thinks that it was his fault. Anyways I just ask you, dear readers, to please pray for Koko and Ali, (friend). Below are a few pictures of what this dog was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Image(142).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28142%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Image(141).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28141%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Image(143).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28143%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Image(139).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28139%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114190982299762320?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114190982299762320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114190982299762320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114190982299762320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114190982299762320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/sad-day.html' title='SAD DAY!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114173434802173377</id><published>2006-03-07T15:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:25:48.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qatar Open 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I haven’t written in my blog for a couple of days because I was busy with the Qatar Tennis Open 2006. It was a fantastic event and most of the famous players played. Such as Martina Hingis, Anastasia Myskina, Amelie Mauresmo, and so on. Some of the matches were a bore, but some of them really took you to the edge of your seat. Well unfortunately, Martina lost and she was knocked out of the competition. But she did play well. Next was Ai Sugiyama… a Japanese player that took the tennis by storm. She played her heart out and actually reached the semi finals, but lost to Petrova. Anyways it was the finals night… Petrova VS. Mauresmo. A game like no other… the score was close… the first set was 7, 6... second set 6,2… as Petrova took that game, everyone went up in a loud cheer… they were all screaming, “Petrova, Petrova”. She made the crowd go wild. None the less, even though Mauresmo lost, the crowd was also cheering for her. There were these bunch of people that were from France, who were constantly cheering for her good effort. Well now that Petrova won, here is what she got as a prize…&lt;br /&gt;1.      A solid gold Oryx as the first place winner&lt;br /&gt;2.      A cheque for 94,000$&lt;br /&gt;3.      a brand new Harley Davidson bike, as a complementary prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s what she got… and our runner up just got a silver Oryx as a gift. Well that’s the game and this is what you get when you win…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114173434802173377?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114173434802173377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114173434802173377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114173434802173377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114173434802173377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/03/qatar-open-2006.html' title='Qatar Open 2006'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114060869714413733</id><published>2006-02-22T13:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:44:57.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well it’s been two weeks that I have been working with my dad at his office… It is sort of thing that I just wanted to help him out cause of a big project that is happening at the office. The project is about a bank that his boss is opening up in Bahrain. Well since it’s a new bank, there have been a lot of people who are coming forward to put some of their money into the shares of this bank. At first I thought that why not help him… I mean it’s only a back. But boy was I mistaken. Each person has not given less than 1,000,000 (1 million) US Dollars. That’s the minimum amount that has to be put by everyone. Well after two long weeks, this bank is now worth 1,869,000,000 (1.869 billion) US Dollars. When I saw the total, because I was in charge of taking peoples names and the amounts that they were putting in, I was astonished. I mean look at the amount of money that the people have. Each one has not put less that 1 million dollars. Then I thought… man what do these guys do with that much money… I mean think about it… there was one family that put in 50 million dollars. Now that’s a lot of money. Even when I was calculating it, the calculator could not show me the entire amount because it was too big. This is how the money rolls in this country. From no where, they get a million dollars and more. It kinda freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114060869714413733?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114060869714413733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114060869714413733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114060869714413733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114060869714413733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/02/money.html' title='MONEY'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-114023949630186421</id><published>2006-02-18T08:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:11:36.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB SEARCH</title><content type='html'>Hey if anyone out there staying in Doha Qatar knows if there is an available part time job that i can undertake, please do let me know as soon as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Clifton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-114023949630186421?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/114023949630186421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=114023949630186421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114023949630186421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/114023949630186421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/02/job-search.html' title='JOB SEARCH'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113999660969276015</id><published>2006-02-15T12:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:44:43.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine if you had extraordinary powers and you could basically do anything that you ever wanted. Something like Superman... Well now that you have thought about it here is my question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the one you love so much got into a very bad accident and cannot be saved, is just lying there in your arms and you so much want to do something cause of your powers, but afraid of all the other people finding out, would you risk it all for her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another option is that cause of your powers, you could go back in time and avoid this tragic event and save her life. But the consequence to this was that after you saved her life, the life of your father or your mother was taken, but you were unaware that it would happen. So after saving her life, one of your family members life is taken... Would you blame yourself for it? And knowing that this would happen, would you go back in time to save her life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113999660969276015?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113999660969276015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113999660969276015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113999660969276015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113999660969276015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/02/faith.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113992348685786419</id><published>2006-02-14T16:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:24:46.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was about 9.00 pm last night when I was dropping a friend home that I saw one of the craziest accidents that I have ever seen. This was really bad. There were two cars involved and one of them was a brand new Nissan Altima 2006 model and the other one was a Nissan Pathfinder 2004 model. It started out as we were driving along the duhail road, dropping a friend off. On the way to his place the road was fine and clear… trucks, cars and bikers passing by. After 10 minutes or so, after dropping him, came back on the same road and saw the incident. The Altima was really banged up bad. From the looks of it, the guy’s car was cancelled and is beyond repair. Whereas the Pathfinder, being a high 4 by 4, has to replace only his bumper. Well as I was standing on the middle of the road watching the police were handle traffic, I couldn’t help but wonder – “what were both of them thinking off and who is in fault over here”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113992348685786419?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113992348685786419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113992348685786419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113992348685786419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113992348685786419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/02/crazy-shit.html' title='CRAZY SHIT'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113965535970551521</id><published>2006-02-11T13:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:55:59.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is one thing that I always wanted to figure out... How can a huge chunk of metal fly up in the air... I wont tell you what this chunk of metal is... But try and figure it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113965535970551521?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113965535970551521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113965535970551521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113965535970551521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113965535970551521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/02/food-for-thought.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT?'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113845024026794801</id><published>2006-01-28T15:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:13:56.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rage is by far one of the most important things in life. Yes you are reading it correctly. Some of you might think that rage is an evil factor that makes everybody go mad. I totally accept your thinking. But here is my question on it... don’t you think that you need a little rage in you life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question… cause it will really make you wonder about things in your life. Well for a person like me, rage is a way of expressing what I feel. Of course rage always means anger… but don’t you feel that its just one way of expressing yourself. I feel it because if I didn’t have rage, then people would never really listen to what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure it out dear bloggers… and let me know what you all think of it… because maybe I could be wrong, or I could be RIGHT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you who has to judge…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113845024026794801?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113845024026794801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113845024026794801&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113845024026794801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113845024026794801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/rage.html' title='RAGE'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113836237590101745</id><published>2006-01-27T14:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:46:15.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many people out there might have a lot of friends. But the thing is no one knows who the right one is. I mean I have had a lot of friends… and I mean a lot… It was like a pack of crazy dudes who just used to do things for no reason at all. Anyways getting back to the point… As I was saying before, that I have had a lot of friends. Some of them were aight and the rest were just there. I have been miss lead by many of them. But there was a friend who once told me, “If you need to find your true friend, there is only one way you can find that out”. Now if anyone tells you this, you will bet that you want to hear more. I mean this is a lifetime chance to find out who your real friends are, and who the fucks are. As I thought of his question, he turned around and told me the answer… “When and if you are drunk, the one friend who comes and puts his fingers in your mouth, so that you can puke, that is you true friend”. Now naturally after hearing this is felt sick. But after thinking about it, I told myself that I want to do it and find out who my true friends are. So I put his theory to a practical sense. Of course I didn’t do it the way he told it to me, but I tried some other methods. By doing this, I actually found out who my real friends are and who the fakes are. I was really surprised. I mean I actually found out who my real friends are. Even though it was a surprise, it was a shock as well. I knew that these guys would be friends for life. No matter what they are always there through the worst times and also towards the best times. Kader, Hashif, Joshua, Jasil, Zac, Ikram, Jihad, Aziz, Faisal, are always there for me no matter what… they would give their life for me, and I would do the same without the wink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you guys and thanks a lot for everything. You guys are the greatest. Hope that you guys are doing fine where ever you all are… and also hope to see you all soon…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113836237590101745?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113836237590101745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113836237590101745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113836237590101745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113836237590101745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113766083539345667</id><published>2006-01-19T11:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:53:55.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DUDE FROM REDBULL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well today was an exciting day in my university. Red bull, that is the energy drink, came to the university. It was sort of a show that they had put on. There was a dude on a cycle doing some amazing stunts that thrilled the campus. I must say that the stunts he did was amazing. Jumping from high elevations huge gaps and lots more. One stunt that he had done was that he took two girls from the audience, made them lay down on the ground and was actually jumping over them. And I mean really jumping. He jumped over their heads, legs, and their whole body. Not only that, but he also did some wheelies, stopies, and many more. It was a real sight to see. Well hopefully many others might get to see this guy, and then you all can see how he takes the crowd away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113766083539345667?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113766083539345667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113766083539345667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113766083539345667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113766083539345667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/dude-from-redbull.html' title='THE DUDE FROM REDBULL!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113741672859022771</id><published>2006-01-16T16:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:05:28.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ NO. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok here is a saying –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;            “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my readers out there, try and figure this out and let me know what you think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113741672859022771?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113741672859022771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113741672859022771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113741672859022771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113741672859022771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/quiz-no-1.html' title='QUIZ NO. 1'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113730731781754660</id><published>2006-01-15T09:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:33:28.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW START...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well it looks like the holidays are over and its time to get back to the studies. I must say that the holidays were amazing. But there were a few drawbacks too. Holidays had started on the 22nd of December and lasted till the 15th of January. During these days, I had a blast with a couple of friends. Christmas was not that bad, as I was alone because my parents had gone for a wedding. Mark, a friend of mine, and me together spent Christmas together, smoking sheesha, a couple of fags, drinks and soft music. Couldn’t help but think about the other friends who were away. It was funny in a way, because last Christmas we were all together. But this year it was only the two of us. Christmas came and Christmas went. Then a tragedy happened that almost ruined my new year. And I'm sure that most of you might already know, from reading my brothers blog, (&lt;a href="http://www.creativelock.blogspot.com"&gt;www.creativelock.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;), about my second brother, who was in jail cause of a little incident that happened to him. I suggest that whoever wants to know about it, to read my brothers blog and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to all my readers out there, hope that you’re New Year wasn’t that bad as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW GET BACK TO WORK………………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113730731781754660?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113730731781754660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113730731781754660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113730731781754660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113730731781754660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-start.html' title='A NEW START...'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113723710880380475</id><published>2006-01-14T13:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:11:48.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRINCE OF PERSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best games that I have ever played till now is the PRINCE OF PERSIA. A game that took me to the edge of my seat. The sands of time were the first one in the trilogy. With amazing moves and stunts, the game went to the second part that was the warrior within. This game was also thrilling in its own way, with different techniques of killing people. Finally the last part was the two thrones. With all most the same techniques of the warrior within, was a little better because of the dark prince that takes over the prince’s body. This meant that more moves were involved. This by far was one of the best games that I have played this year. I suggest any gamer that visits my blog, to take a look at this game. I’m sure that you will love it… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113723710880380475?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113723710880380475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113723710880380475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113723710880380475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113723710880380475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/prince-of-persia.html' title='THE PRINCE OF PERSIA'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113706561062883867</id><published>2006-01-12T14:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:33:30.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since i havent written in my blog. I guess that I havent been coming up with any ideas at all. Lets just hope that some inspiration hits me so that i can write again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113706561062883867?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113706561062883867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113706561062883867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113706561062883867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113706561062883867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2006/01/inspiration.html' title='INSPIRATION'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113507124572801616</id><published>2005-12-20T12:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:35:32.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love is an amazing thing in this world…. It was put here for a reason that is to feel wanted by the one that you want the most. But for me I am a dreamer. I want everything to be picture perfect no matter what the cost is. I guess that it’s the way I want things to be. But alas things always don’t work out the way that you want them to. Since I am the one who stays behind, I watch my friends come and go and wonder will this ever come again. The enjoyment and support that i got was great. They are one in a million and i know that friends like these are hard to find. But still I will always be the one who watches them come and go. And everytime it happens, it hurts............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all this I can turn to one person for help and support. She is truly amazing and is always there for me when I need her the most. She touched my heart and my soul and made me feel whole. No matter what fight we have or the little squats that make a whole lot of arguments. But it doesn’t matter at the end of the day. She makes things whole for me again and makes me feel wanted. She has been the one for me and I know that she will always be the one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113507124572801616?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113507124572801616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113507124572801616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113507124572801616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113507124572801616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/12/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113446415560972266</id><published>2005-12-13T11:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:57:31.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Smallville_fortress_of_solitude.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Smallville_fortress_of_solitude.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113446415560972266?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113446415560972266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113446415560972266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113446415560972266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113446415560972266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113446327347997102</id><published>2005-12-13T11:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:41:13.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Well it looks like Christmas season is on the way… Santa is on his way with his sleigh and presents for all. Well as I sit on my comp, listening to Christmas songs, I can’t help but wonder…. “What am I going to do this Christmas”? It’s not going to be a white Christmas that I wish to see so much. But alas is fear that this Christmas might be a very lonely one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways this is to whoever reads my blog……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND HOPE THAT YOU ALL ENJOY IT”….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113446327347997102?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113446327347997102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113446327347997102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113446327347997102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113446327347997102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113439328968663613</id><published>2005-12-12T15:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:16:48.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FOG!!!</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, me and some friends had gone to Umm Said (sealine) for an over night stay... Me, Kader, Hashif, Zac, Ikram and Nisham, were all really excited to be there. It first started with the 30mins of road that we had to cover up before we could reach there. Some of the guys had gone in Hashif's car, i.e. the MAZDA 626, A.K.A "THE COBRA" before we even started the drive. Kader and me took the MAGNA VRX i.e. kader's car, A.K.A "THE FALCON" on the drive, listening to music so that it would keep us awake while we were on the drive. As we reached there, we see that the others had already set up camp and were making the BBQ ready to eat. After the BBQ we all sat down round the BBQ pit to keep warm as it was freezing over there. Chilling, having some smokes and ofcourse with the sheesha pot were all relaxing and not worring about a thing. It was like as we were on the highway there, all of us had left our troubles and miseries behind us till we could go back. Later the beach got crowded, with people amounting upto 15 tents on just one side of the shore. it was really crowded and people were all just enjoying out there. At 12.00, it got even colder and we were starting to freeze. All of us decided to get into the tent. Playing around in it, joking, laughing, and just listening to the music that was being played really took us to a world of our own. 2.30 was the time when all had decided to go for a smoke. As w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/320/Ghost.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e got out of our tent, to our suprise, it was FOG... It was thick with visbility only upto 5 meters. Now we started to panic as no other driver could see us nor our cars. It got really freaky. The picture that is there is the one that Nisham had taken with a LED torch, and i was just 5 steps away from him. Thats how bad the fog was... Anyways as we sat in the car, discussing about the life that each of us has, the time was 6.30am. Still the fog was up and wasnt even leaving. It was about 9.30am when the fog started to lift up. We then took a log walk to the top of the dune where Zac, Nisham and me were just amazed by the sight that we were looking at. It was a clear blue sky on top, followed by the yellow sun in the middle, the blue ocean and finally the beautiful sandy shore. It was a sight to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the place after taking a dip in the sea, where the sea was ice, But this didnt stop the guys. As they went in, they dragged me into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time came to pack up and leave. As I took the last breath of ocean air, i couldnt help thinking of how much I would miss this place so much and my friends after they leave. As we left, I said to myself, "a day will come when we come back here and do the same thing again". But as I thought of this, I couldnt help thinking, "what will life be like when i get back to Doha?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113439328968663613?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113439328968663613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113439328968663613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113439328968663613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113439328968663613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/12/fog.html' title='FOG!!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113341814492111809</id><published>2005-12-01T09:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:22:24.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>Exams are by far the most difficult things for all students... This is because of lack of preperation... But sometimes perperation has nothing to do with it... Usually its the timings that kinda screws it all up. For instance, today we had a computer exam that sets the rules for the later classes. Such as, if a person would pass in the exam, then he or she would not have to sit for any of the other classes. But guess what....... no one passed. The highest mark was 5 out of a 10. Which to normal standards, is very poor when comparing it to computer skills. Anyways getting back to the point, no one was prepared to write the exam, which was based on excel and powerpoint.... Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it now looks like the entire student body will be sitting for the classes till the end of the module.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113341814492111809?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113341814492111809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113341814492111809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113341814492111809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113341814492111809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113341349917536726</id><published>2005-12-01T07:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:04:59.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONNAIRE</title><content type='html'>A paper where there are shit questions for a person to answer... This is a Questionnaire. There is really no point to this at all. The only reason for it being useful is that it helps for a faster survey. This really is just a waste of time and has no point what so ever. For instance, i just filled in a questionnaire for a company that is based in Dubai. They had come to Qatar just to do a survey just to see if getting their comapny here to Doha will give them a profit. Dont get me worng. Its a good concept for companies. But the reason why I got irritated was becuase most of the questions were repeated over and over again, which was just a waste of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever bother filling in a questionnaire, unless it is of good use.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113341349917536726?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113341349917536726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113341349917536726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113341349917536726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113341349917536726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/11/questionnaire.html' title='QUESTIONNAIRE'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113333305783830780</id><published>2005-11-30T09:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:44:17.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers!!</title><content type='html'>Driving is a privilage, not a right... Speaking about driving, there was a article that was dated in the Gulf Times newspaper, that women drivers were the main cause of accidents. As i read this article, i found that most of it was true, that women drivers were accident prone... I am not talking about all the women drivers, just a few... Because of this article, i wanted to know that if the entire population knows about this, then why given them a License. This is why me and a friend of went to investigate. After researching, we had found out that in most of the driving schools, give them multiple chances to pass the test. As some of you might know, the rule is that everyone has to do the P, S, and the L. This by the way is all done in reverse. Anyways, as we went to one of the driving schools, to our luck, it was the day of the ladies test. While doing the test, one lady dropped a pole. Normally that is a fail, if a pole is dropped. But to this lady, there was another chance for her. The second chance can be given only by a police personnel. He had seen her dropping the pole, and as he saw that, he told her to take another try at it. This also happened in the L, S, and P.&lt;br /&gt;This was a very sad sight to see as the rules that are there for all, dont really apply to ladies. This is the main reason why women are considered as the worst drivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113333305783830780?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113333305783830780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113333305783830780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113333305783830780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113333305783830780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/11/drivers.html' title='Drivers!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113324018974952957</id><published>2005-11-29T07:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:56:29.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAFFIC!!</title><content type='html'>7.00 am...... thats the time that everyone is up and awaiting to get to their destinations..... Some to work, others to school... Now the problem is the traffic.... No matter what time you get out, everyone is bound to get stuck..... The reason for this is that some people really dont give a damn about the rules.... A one way road now becomes a three lane road with the other side of the traffic totally stuck cause of idiotic people......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the case every morning as i get off to the university....... Its not only me who is caught up in its path, but the others as well who cannot do anything about this situation...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113324018974952957?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113324018974952957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113324018974952957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113324018974952957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113324018974952957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/11/traffic.html' title='TRAFFIC!!'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19377342.post-113315865473436945</id><published>2005-11-28T20:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:17:34.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A START TO CREATION</title><content type='html'>Well i have just created this blogspot in inspiration of my brother, Clint. Many of you all might know him as arroclint.... well just lets see if creation is there in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19377342-113315865473436945?l=creationlink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/feeds/113315865473436945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19377342&amp;postID=113315865473436945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113315865473436945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19377342/posts/default/113315865473436945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationlink.blogspot.com/2005/11/start-to-creation.html' title='A START TO CREATION'/><author><name>clifton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167284680945733342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/1916/1600/Personal%20263.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
