<?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-29123342</id><updated>2011-11-19T14:03:31.381+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Kind Of Monster</title><subtitle type='html'>This Monster Lives..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-991309975571726777</id><published>2007-02-13T17:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:40:00.297+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Walk.. Part III "Coming Soon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/The_Journey____by_CommanderDex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me and the guys have had these crazy idea's of something we call "The Legendary Walk".. In short,The Legendary Walk is a long walking trip, we walk for hours trying to reach a certain faraway place.. Ofcourse there are no rules for these journeys, we just gather in one place and try to reach another.. If a person feels like leaving the group, then he/she would just simply take a taxi and leave..&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have explained what the "Legendary Walk" is.. Now to tell you people about the first 2 parts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the love road (Share3 el 7ob), we had no ride, we thought we'd just start walking until we figure out another way to reach home.. We were 2 guys, me and my friend, and we were holding guitars (which are considered heavy btw)..&lt;br /&gt;So we walked and next thing we know, we're in Al-Khuwair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Tired1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned for this one.. 5 guys, not carrying anything but our phones, Ipods, and wallets..We decided to walk from Khuwair (my house) all the way to Qurum (through Share3 Al-Fa79 which took us around 2 hours alone), and after a nice dinner at Hardees, we walked from there to the love road, had a short break, when one of the guys couldn't continue, and had to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from the love road to Sarooj, and from sarooj to Khuwair..&lt;br /&gt;The journey was a success, we reached there in one piece.. Leaving at 6pm and reaching the same spot at 12am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice journeys eh? Are you wondering what the last one will be?&lt;br /&gt;We decided to walk from City Center all the way to Khuwair.. I'll call it hard, but not impossible.. So far we got around 7 guys are in this thing.. And still we have more to convince..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post in this blog will be talking about the success of this journey.. Inshalla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you sometimes feel like doing stupid things ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-991309975571726777?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/991309975571726777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=991309975571726777&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/991309975571726777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/991309975571726777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2007/02/legendary-walk-part-iii-coming-soon.html' title='The Legendary Walk.. Part III &quot;Coming Soon&quot;'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116940003757001534</id><published>2007-01-21T20:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:34:53.560+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged By SimSim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will happen to your e-mail when you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll delete all the e-mails before I die, I've got some real secret stuff in there that go WAAYYY back, since 2005.. So I wouldn't want anybody reading them.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key of your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes many of my close friends have my password (they can't hurt a fly), and they never use it unless I ask them to.. Or if maybe they wanted to change my nickname into "I am gay" or so to have a good laugh "Rolls Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your famous nickname among your Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidus between my close friends.. Slash between the weirdo's in college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your age?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your horoscope?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini/Taurus.. I'll tell you why, sometimes when I search for my horoscope, I find taurus covering 21/May, and some other times I find Gemini covering it.. So according to some people, if this is the case, then I'm a bit of both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your qualifications?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualified Accountant, first in the business department XD Got a job for me? It better have hot chicks working in a nice office.. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your character "personality"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to joke with everyone, people I know, and people I don't.. I end up offending some of them at some times, but I'm ready to take responsibility.. Other than that, I like to complain about the shit that's happening in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What travel means to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing different girls with different boob sizes, it's an experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your time out of peak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted on online gaming I suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics, guitar strings and picks mostly.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features taken from your dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My height, my sarcasism.. :rolleyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features taken from your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose, my girlish fingers :( lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most 6 things you hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Back Stabbers&lt;br /&gt;-Wankers (lol)&lt;br /&gt;-Flat chested girls (Double lol)&lt;br /&gt;-When something expensive breaks down and I can't fix it :(&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing my room dirty&lt;br /&gt;-People who don't work, and get everything they want ready on a plate of gold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most 6 things you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anything related to guitars..&lt;br /&gt;-Cruising around and waving to chicks&lt;br /&gt;-Going outside in the middle of the night when it is really quite.&lt;br /&gt;-Chatting to someone fun&lt;br /&gt;-Girls with big boobs :(&lt;br /&gt;-My laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What job means to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making money and buying stuff you've always wanted, which is a great thing btw.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What computer and internet mean to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, "almost" everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You would like to pass this tag to:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;Fengy&lt;br /&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116940003757001534?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116940003757001534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116940003757001534&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116940003757001534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116940003757001534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2007/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116784423084142289</id><published>2007-01-03T17:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:45:34.983+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Portal To Another Dimenstion.. Through a Bouncer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't been able to post anything in my blog, I've been too busy in.. Umm.. Doing what I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday started, my routine is very simple, I wake up late, have late lunch all alone, I waste time here and there, then I go out to hang out with the guys.. Either the bowling center, or maybe Mq for a nice sheesha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, I decided to enter a disco with some people I know.. Luckily, the bouncers there thought we were over 21, and easily, we went in..&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I entered that place, I was in serious shock, OH MY GOD! That place is SO different than our world, it's like another realm in there, another dimension.. I was shocked to see guys bumping into girls and continuing their lives as if nothing happened *Rolls Eyes*, I thought to myself "is this Oman?" "Where did all these people come from?" "Where do they hang out when they aren't here?"&lt;br /&gt;And my god the hot chicks there, don't get me started!! Cleavage is everywhere, including the ceiling.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Disco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Disco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the band there was really cool, they sang some alternative and stuff around that.. But what caught my attention is Zombie by The Cranberries.. They were great.. Ofcourse I ended up drinking red bull, but it's okay as long as I had the experience of going to such a place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Disco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these few shots that might give you an idea about what I'm talking about here..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I should've went there on the new year's party, but no, instead, I stayed at home on that night baby sitting my little brother, how sad is that? Anyhow, hope everyone enjoyed the parties, and I hope that atleast half of my sad fellows lost their virginity on that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, one of my friends reminded me of an old cartoon that I used to love, "He-man And The Masters Of The Universe".. It's amazing how we remembered that dude, all of the sudden I got all these flash backs and started remembering the theme and characters of that cartoon.. After than I found the intro on YouTube.. I miss the old days :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam (Prince Of Eternia): Fabulous secret powers were revealed to me the day I held aloft my magin sword and said: BY THE POWER OF GRAYSCULLLL, I HAVVEE THE POWWEEERRRR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was always known as the Metallica freak, but nowadays, I started to change, something is bringing me closer to Megadeth, damn their music is SO good, even though the vocalist sucks, but the solo's are incredible.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Megadeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;That'll be all for now, good luck to all in the exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116784423084142289?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116784423084142289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116784423084142289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116784423084142289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116784423084142289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2007/01/portal-to-another-dimenstion-through.html' title='The Portal To Another Dimenstion.. Through a Bouncer..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116455287502004865</id><published>2006-11-26T18:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:59:03.616+04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Days Rule..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back in high school, I always used to love to watch these college story movies, why you ask? It's because I look at the students in amazement, waiting for college days to come so that I could have the fun that they are having..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I have reached college.. And oh my god..! You know what that means? The people in college are nothing like the movies :P People here talk about how much dates cost in their neighborhood.. I know I've been talking about this subject since god knows when, but today, it has reached my limit, I can't take this anymore, I can't take these people, my social life in college is crap, I don't fit anywhere in any group.. And don't tell me that I'll blend in soon, because I'd rather die that to blend with these people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, some guys made fun of me because I didn't know what the difference between "Al-Maha" and "A gazelle" is.. Holy shit, is that even a subject that normal people talk about? People over there think that the word "Drill" is ultimatly cool..! Freakin hell!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god this college has an internet connection, even if it's damn slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here an example of what my college looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/SHIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Verynice-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at the difference between the two pictures.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They were both taken in my college..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now look at this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Mixture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't it just freakin amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A photo for the college from above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Collegefromfar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the last time I blog about the college, I'll just take the crap I put myself into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A small advice from me to all high school students in Oman.. RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116455287502004865?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116455287502004865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116455287502004865&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116455287502004865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116455287502004865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/11/college-days-rule.html' title='College Days Rule..!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116224587473740764</id><published>2006-10-31T02:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:06:50.616+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The South-Park Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL! This guy really looks like me.. The "haven't slept in days" eyes, the hair..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even me drewling over girls.. LoL About the guitar, I found it and got excited :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/southparksolidus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the link if you wanna do your own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sp-studio.de/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116224587473740764?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116224587473740764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116224587473740764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116224587473740764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116224587473740764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/10/south-park-me.html' title='The South-Park Me..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116162621410837674</id><published>2006-10-23T21:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:23:16.396+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus &amp; you'll know what I mean..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess what people..! I bought a car..!!!!! lol I know it might not be big news for some of you, but it is to me.. I found out that if a person has patience, he would get what he wants at the end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check it out.. A Ford Focus 2001.. It's in great condition, some British people who were leaving the country wanted to get rid of it.. And I think that they were doing burnouts with the car.. :P&lt;br /&gt;So far, just 10 minutes ago, I jumped off a bump in that dark road connecting between Khuwair and Qurum.. :S That's the only damage I did since buying it.. (Before yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Pic154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going to stick the word Metallica on the front of the car very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wants a ride? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116162621410837674?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116114936809801193</id><published>2006-10-18T09:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:54:04.378+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Double Tag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I haven't been to the internet world for a while, and it seems that people started tagging each other all around, so I got tagged by Red Dragon twice, and I just understood what I'm supposed to do.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Background image..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Untitled-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't mind the chick, look at the icons, aren't they beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I better not tag anyone on the first date..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Second tag by Red Dragon aswell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thinking about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When my next class will start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School life sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get laid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got laid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Jordanian Friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People turning papers in the library while I'm updating my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I'll ever get laid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not gay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To death metal music.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Metallica songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When somebody I like dies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because I have nothing better to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I confuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My family :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More porn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Getting attacked by a shark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My only class today dying to get home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next time, I'll tag some of you people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116114936809801193?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116114936809801193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116114936809801193&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116114936809801193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116114936809801193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/10/double-tag.html' title='A Double Tag?'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-116089700710233567</id><published>2006-10-15T10:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:30:49.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Week, Bad Music &amp; a Retarded clip.. LoL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/MctCollege.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The 2nd week of college is over, there are a lot of things I didn't expect to find in the people I study with. First, I'm the youngest in the accounting/business department, those who are my age or anywhere closer entered the foundation program, so I suppose I got lucky in staying away from that program, but the bad news is that the guys sitting around me are either working/married with children, or they are lazy 20 year old bums who have failed many of their years..&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me get started on how the girls look like there.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Why am I complaining? I'm kinda happy this way.. The only reason why I used to screw up in school is because I had a lot of my close friends around me in class.. We used to have a lot of fun instead of paying attention, so now I don't have that, I have fun outside college and study inside it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/CallOfDuty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our new hangout spot, the OBC (Oman Bowling Center), who would've thought that Network Gaming is this fun? It's actually great.. First you have fun with your friends, and second you meet new people.. Other than all that the hours there are dirt cheap.. We go there around 5 times a week for at least 2 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music life, my love.. lol Can't live without it even when fasting.. Though I started backing away from Metallica a bit, people say that I should try other things, and come to think about it, my mind is all about Metallica and their music.. I tried Iron Maiden, they suck! LoL Usually I judge the band by their vocalist, and Iron Maiden don't really have a good vocalist, they changed him a few times am I right? The music is good, but when the guy sings he spoils the mood.. :S :S (No offense to any of you Maiden lovers..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this short clip on some website, it's called "Ronald gets show", thought it would be a good idea to post it.. I personally find it extremely funny.. lol I'm not sure what's the reason, maybe I never imagined someone to blow that clown's head off..! lol It contains 2 "of" my favorite stuff that should be in a quality clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's retarded (Yes it is)&lt;br /&gt;-Contains violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/ronaldgetsshow.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only it contained anything perverted such as boobs or so, I would've rated it as a 10/10 clip.. LOL..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-116089700710233567?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/116089700710233567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=116089700710233567&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116089700710233567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/116089700710233567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/10/college-week-bad-music-retarded-clip.html' title='College Week, Bad Music &amp; a Retarded clip.. LoL!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115847407803588110</id><published>2006-09-17T10:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:52:37.066+04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Steps Done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been ages since I last posted here in this blog.. As I said before, my internet has been out since god knows when, we called the phone and internet company several times, all they say us that they are coming soon.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, I got my driving license yesterday, yes I passed at last!! On the third try that is, in Shatti Al-Qurum, it was pretty simple. I did a few mistakes though, the policeman told me that I need to practise more, he tried to make me think that I failed, exactly like they do in "Who wants to be a millionair" lol.. He told me what my mistakes were, then he told me that I passed.. And so, now I can drive, but who's car? lol.. Hope I get to buy a car soon, that'll definatly change my life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Blog-Driving.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So college will start soon, I wonder what it's like..! Maybe it's going to be exactly like school, people walking around with a dull look on their face, no one feels like studying.. This is what I'm expecting, the same dull things I've been experiencing for the past 13 years.. Or maybe I should be a bit positive about college? I'll give it a chance, I might like it after all.. I just hope I don't end up making fun of the teachers like we used to do in school.. lol And even though it was really childish, I loved it :-P LoL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Blog-Teacher.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday will be the first day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the guys went for a barbecue a few a days ago, if you ever heard about a place called "Oman Civil Aviation Club" you'd know exactly how much fun we had.. It's a place on the beach with huts n' all.. Plus they have services such as sheesha (My favorite).. So we ended up eating alot of meat, drinking alot Soda and having sheesha all at the same, ofcourse after the long swim.. After 10:30 at night, we decided to play games such as rugby and soccer.. After we were done, we decided to go back there again later on before college starts, and since college is after tomorrow, I don't think that we'll make it.. Oh well, we'll just wait for the next weekend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/solidusm88/Blog-Barbecuing-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only way into an internet connection is through the people living next door, when they start their wireless connection, my laptop detects it.. LoL! But too bad they aren't internet addicts..! They come online once or twice a day for 15 minutes, so I only get to check my e-mail or send ready written e-mails.. Better than nothin I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what's happening with me nowadays.. Wish me luck in college and hope I get hooked up with someone soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115847407803588110?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115847407803588110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115847407803588110&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115847407803588110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115847407803588110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-steps-done.html' title='2 Steps Done..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115627992260981519</id><published>2006-08-23T00:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:57:04.796+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back At The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apologize for disappearing all of a sudden, I have moved to a new house and I was very busy helping out in all the dirty work that needed to be done. After the new house was ready, I remembered that we needed to make a new phone connection and blah blah blah, I knew that it would take time, so I decided to write this post and save it on my PC until my next chance to go online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've been playing alot of games lately since I have nothing better to do, I've mastered "The Sims 2", "Call Of Duty 2" and "Fallout Tactics".. All this in only the past 2 weeks.. I also almost got the final "Fade To Black" solo correctly, but I still need to work more on it.. And after I got bored of playing games and guitar I started watching movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the movies that I watched was "The Last Samurai", I've watched it many times before, and everytime I watch it I notice new things in the movie, the way the movie explains the change that happened in Japan at the late 1800, when technology entered Japan for the first time.. It also explains how life was in Japan, how the Japanese people lived, it showed the way of the Japanese thinking.. You can notice that there is something very special about them, they had respect for everyone around them, from strangers or family members to even their enemy, they had the honor rule applied in a way that I have never seen before in any community or people, which shows how much these people had respect for themselves.. Even the air around them was very peaceful for the fact that Japan is indeed a wonderful country.. Everything they did in their lives had a meaning that reflected on themselves others, the woke up to start working on making their lives perfect, all together they lead an excellent way of living, as some of you might know it..&lt;br /&gt;Until the Americans reached Japan and gave them the disease that we see everyday.. "Technology".. Technology spoiled Japan, the way they lives their lives was ruined, they knew that this would destroy their culture, and destroying their own culture would bring down Japan in everything I had mentioned above, but they really had no choice, they had to level up with the world, otherwise if Japan was left behind it will collapse infront of the other countries, so they made the deal and signed away their lives.. Talking about this Samurai story, I think that the way a samurai lived and thought is the main thing that attracts us to read about the culture of Japan, or even if we aren't readers some might watch Anime to learn about all this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side out of the movie, I thought what would we would normally think about these people, as soon as you try to show somebody the greatness of the Japanese culture, he/she would answer you by telling you that they will all go to hell as they are against god (rolls eyes).. Other than that I looked at my own culture, all I see is the worst, 2 families fighting for their camels or horses or whatever (Yes I bet you've read some of the history), how all the world points and says how easy it was to take advantage of us, unfortunatly these people who talk attack us have a good point, how we gave away our dignity for more land, money and limited happiness.. The problem is that things now aren't any better.. I look at these days, how there is no respect whatsoever, people have hate for each other in every corner, others show off with whatever they have that others can't buy, how we are only living depending on others, everything we do is against our beliefs and yet we say that we our hanging on tight to what we believe in! Others who had worked very hard to gain what we are buying from them in exchange for this oil that we "found" underground..&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the youth of our countires, you look into the way they think, you won't be surprised if I told you that our future is fucked, who will save us later? As for an example when you see more than 60% of students in one country get school percentages just a bit above failing, and the problem is that they had reached that "bit above failing" with alot of help from the governments.. No body is ready to work, no one is ready to try hard to get what they want..&lt;br /&gt;Most of what comes out of us is a failure in either leading a life or creating one, except for some very rare cases, all this will reflect on us later on.. You'll see.. But I suppose that all of this is part of the way life works and no body can change it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure that most of you people already know what I'm talking about since a very long time, I do admit that I haven't opened my eyes before.. Not until now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if I talked over any limits insulting any reader, but I'm only writing the things that hit my mind.. And I am not considering my self as a person who complains alot by this post.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115627992260981519?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115627992260981519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115627992260981519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115627992260981519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115627992260981519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/08/looking-back-at-past.html' title='Looking Back At The Past'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115537919361731970</id><published>2006-08-12T14:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:01:48.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Try..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 6:30, getting ready for my driving exam, it's my first exam so I thought it would be best if I looked good infront of the policeman (lol), so I shaved, took a shower and drank coffee.. My teacher arrived around 7:20, I drove around for a while until it was time to go take the test..&lt;br /&gt;At 8, I reached Al-Qurum, my starting point was there, I looked around at the people, some have that sad look on their face, and some are happy, which would tell me who passed and who didn't.. Anyhow, my teacher left the car and went to find the dude that was supposed to test me, he came back after a while telling me that an officer called "Abbas" will be the one who will test me, I looked around and noticed that the policemen looked friendly, so there was nothing to worry about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher left, I looked around at the girls sitting on the grass (not bad lol), a guy came to my window and asked me, who's going to test you? I told him Abbas.. At that moment, the whole street went silent, cars stopped moving, people stopped crying, other stopped smiling and everybody was looking at me (lol).. The dude on my window asked me "Abbas?" I said "yeah what about him.?".. He asked me to go home as there is no way I'll pass.. I answered him telling him that I'd just take the test, fail if I had to, then go home.. He said "Fine, have it your way, but it would be a good idea to go over the pavement from here" and left.. People continued to move.. :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/300-thumb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/300-thumb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last, Abbas arrived, he was this really fat dark police officer with a short beard, he looked more like a bulldog with that frown on his face, he was one huge son of a b*tch..&lt;br /&gt;He sat next to me, shouted my name, I answered "yes correct" (jumping out of my chair..) He wrote some stuff on his paper, and asked me to drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove until the end of the road for less that 15 seconds, I was actually scared of him with that dog look on his face and my hands were shaking (lol).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He asked me if it was possible to go straight, I said "yes and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Untitled-1.psd.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Untitled-1.psd.3.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more than 50 times (I was nervous) until I decided my answer was yes.. He said "Go ahead then".. I drove for a bit less than a minute, he told me to take a parking spot, and so I did, then he asked me to reverse and go back in the same road I was driving in.. I reversed, started moving in the road, when I noticed that the road was too narrow to be a two way road, that is when I figured out that I blew it.. lol He asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me to go back where I started, and put my papers away.. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole thing was very short and it was a very bad experience..! So you want good advice? Screw your license, and if you didn't go by this advice, make sure you stay away from Abbas.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115537919361731970?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115537919361731970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115537919361731970&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115537919361731970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115537919361731970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-try.html' title='The First Try..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115449302732760234</id><published>2006-08-02T07:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:53:15.580+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 24 Hour Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Featuring.. Solidus/Me&lt;br /&gt;M987/Frozen Echo/Muhannad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept yesterday at 12 PM in the morning, I was very tired from staying online all night, during my sleep, I remembered that I had a driving lesson at 3:30Pm, so I set the alarm on my phone and took a nice short nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my teacher woke me up shouting on the phone's speaker, he said that he's outside waiting for my lazy ass to get out.. I felt really dizzy, I didn't have enough sleep, 3:30 hours isn't enough for a person who stayed up all night.. I washed my face and went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost doing 4000 accidents, I reached home safely, and wasn't as tired as before, I took a shower and went online even though I knew that I needed more sleep.. But who cares? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(103).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Pic%28103%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stayed online till 8 Pm, not feeling sleepy or dizzy, just a bit of fog in my head, I found Muhannad online, asked him if he could come over for a while, and so he agreed..&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later, he was at my door, we went to Leewan to have some sheesha.. (Pic of the chicks who work there :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left around midnight, actually they gave us the bill and asked us to leave *roll eyes* (They were closing lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home, Muhannad tried to contact his ride, but it was already too late and time had passed by fast without us noticing..&lt;br /&gt;So I invited Muhannad to stay at my place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were online til 3 Am, I was starting to get dizzy again, I've been awake since 12 hours ago.. We decided to watch a movie, but come to think about it, we're out of chips.. lol So we said that it would be a good idea to walk to the gas station near Zakhir.. We also took some crazy photos on the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Pic%28109%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First photo was us screwin around, it was taken&lt;br /&gt;infront of Al-Khuwair school in the middle of the street where the traffic lights are.. So now ya'll know which road we took..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one was..... Umm.... HEY!! What's that doing there? :-P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we got home with alot of chips, watched the movie "Kicking and Screaming".. It wasn't bad, but also wasn't the perfect movie for us to watch in that mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(110).6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Pic%28110%29.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was the done, we went online again, as the fog in my head was getting heavier and heavier, but I didn't feel sleepy.. We found the people who had just woken up online and we had a little fun chatting and searching forums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed like this until 12 PM.. Yes, I've been awake since around 21 hours and even before that I didn't get enough sleep.. Anyhow, at 12, we were lucky to find a ride with my sister, we went around Shatti Al-Qurum, and had some fatning stuff at Cinnzeo's.. lol It was fun, even though we were both stoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where it ends, we gave Muhannad a ride home at around 1:30 Pm, went to Zakhir for some short shopping, then home at 2:00 Pm.. My driving teacher called, said that he'll be there at 3:30, I tried to convince him to make it later, but he said that he couldn't.. So I had to stay awake staring into thin air, waiting for this guy to arrive.. At 3:30 Pm, I feel asleep.. lol And he called me to wake me up.. At that moment, I noticed that I've been awake since 24 hours.. I drove for one hour, and went back home for a very very long sleep.. And woke up at 5 am the next day (3 hours before writing this post)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? This is the result of what people called Fathiness.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We said the word gay 64 times..&lt;br /&gt;-We sent atleast 37 phone messeges..&lt;br /&gt;-We sent atleast 345 MSN Messenger messeges..&lt;br /&gt;-We made fun of anyone that you might ever think of..&lt;br /&gt;-We spent more than 13 hours sitting down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115449302732760234?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115449302732760234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115449302732760234&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115449302732760234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115449302732760234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/08/24-hour-fun.html' title='The 24 Hour Fun'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115315116549152615</id><published>2006-07-17T19:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:19:27.440+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Haunts Me Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Silent%20hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Silent%20hill.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sitting in that dark room staring at the bright screen, trying to look around but can’t see anything except for the dark staring back at me, I figured there will be no use trying to check if someone is coming knowing that everyone is already asleep while I’m the only person awake waiting for anyone to show up, anyone that would keep me company for a while.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I look at the time in the lower corner of my screen, it’s 2:30am, something tells me I still have a few hours before I start feeling tired or sleepy.. I look outside the window next to the chair I’m on; I can feel the bright stars affecting all the buildings surrounding my area, filling the air with silence.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Alone.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Alone.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I turn around to my bright screen, I notice that half &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an hour has passed since the moment I moved the curtains to look outside.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard a sound, someone running, I try to listen closely, the sound begins to grow louder as if the person is coming towards me, but even with all that, I can still feel the safety in my room since I can’t see what it is, I wait for a moment, the sound starts fading away.. I can hear laughter, as if the sound was coming from a child, noticing that there are two sources of that sound, two children laughing, running after each other, shouting in a language I can’t pick up, I felt even more safe when hearing their laughter as I knew that no harm will come from them.. I look at the time, it’s 4 am, and so it hits me, “what are these children doing at a time like this?” As I soon as I asked myself that question, the sound begins to approach me, the laughter is becoming louder, I knew that something was going to happen, something not pleasant, I stand up, I walk back trying to concentrate to remove all the bright light in my eyes in order to see who’s coming.. The sound gets louder every second.. I knew that within any moment the children will show up in front of me, I can’t wait, I have to see who it is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Frightened_and_Diseased.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At that moment, before seeing anyone, I got that feeling.. The feeling that holds me from moving or shouting for help, as if there is a force growing with the sound, trapping all my senses.. I close my eyes just a second before the source of the sound shows up in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in my bed, my hands and chest all sweaty, even with the cold breeze of the conditioner and fan. I can feel my heart beating really fast as the feeling is still holding me, I try to move, and with every little movement, a large amount of that force fades away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the feeling that has been haunting me for more than 8 years now, it keeps on repeating itself with different dreams and nightmares, and it attacks when I least expect it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115315116549152615?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115315116549152615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115315116549152615&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115315116549152615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115315116549152615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-haunts-me-again.html' title='It Haunts Me Again..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115269985880070385</id><published>2006-07-12T13:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:57:12.973+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now It's Definatly Over..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/france_flag.0.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok.. This week has been great, I had alot of fun with the guys watching the &lt;strong&gt;football&lt;/strong&gt; games.. Ehim, yes &lt;strong&gt;France&lt;/strong&gt; lost, &lt;strong&gt;Italians &lt;/strong&gt;won, too bad, I really wanted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to win.. I've already blabbered about this in a dozen forums, better shut up now before you guys get bored of it.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the games were really great, me and the guys really enjoyed them and had a nice time making fun of the players.. :-P (&lt;em&gt;Gay moment&lt;/em&gt; was the greatest joke.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all these games, I got my marks, just last night.. &lt;strong&gt;74.5%&lt;/strong&gt; is good right? I only care about 2 things really, first, my &lt;strong&gt;father should be happy&lt;/strong&gt; (Which he is), second, I should get a &lt;strong&gt;maximum in english&lt;/strong&gt; (Which I got).. So it's over, that's it, full stop, no more school and no more worrying about all that crap.. Now the only thing left is getting accepted somewhere, so far I'm aiming for &lt;strong&gt;Germany&lt;/strong&gt;, but god knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(085).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Pic%28085%29.0.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;exams&lt;/strong&gt;, I passed the barrels exam, the slope and the signs.. I'm glad that's over, even though they tricked me with the slope, I stopped the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(085).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;car there and didn't get a chance to pull the hand break when the sign became green, I &lt;strong&gt;panicked&lt;/strong&gt;.. Pressed alot of gas and there you go, the wheel's became 1 meter off the ground and did that sound.. lol Everyone heard it I'm sure, but I passed anyway because I'm white and I shaved that day.. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I'm not going back to those &lt;strong&gt;crappy dirty hot filthy grounds&lt;/strong&gt;.. Even though it's a good place to hunt chicks, but I still hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That would summerize this week, a very nice week indeed.. I even met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;new whom I already trust.. Welcome to the my group ;-).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This summer is going to be the best, I can sense it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Pic(085).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/29123342-115269985880070385?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115269985880070385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115269985880070385&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115269985880070385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115269985880070385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-its-definatly-over.html' title='Now It&apos;s Definatly Over..!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115216971271381540</id><published>2006-07-06T10:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:35:03.760+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Only The Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/guitar_by_brokenboy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/guitar_by_brokenboy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't mean to brag about anything, I'm just writing this for people to know what I had gained after those years of practice, 2 years of carrying that piece of wood on my back walking from part to part in the Muscat.. I'm going to try to explain &lt;strong&gt;how guitars changed my life completely&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First I'd like to thank my music teachers, &lt;strong&gt;Abdulla Hammad, Joseph Gladston and Azzam Al-Raisi..&lt;/strong&gt; Even though they will probably not be able to read this post, I have to &lt;strong&gt;thank&lt;/strong&gt; them as I owe it all to them, they had the time to help me &lt;strong&gt;practice&lt;/strong&gt;, giving me the shortcuts and easy ways through learning this instrument.. And since the &lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt; has changed my life, then I can say that they are the ones who had changed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning music&lt;/strong&gt; made me appreciate many talents, it made me think twice before judging a band or a singer, it made me listen to some types of music that I never liked, plus it pulled me away from the types of music that had no talents at all, the funny thing is that the no talent music used to be my favorite.. So anyhow, it simply pointed me in the &lt;strong&gt;correct direction&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to bands and musicians.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/guitarist_debout.psd.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/guitarist_debout.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Playing the guitar isn't just about putting your fingers on the guitar neck and hitting some strings, no not at all, playing the guitar is about a person writing down his &lt;strong&gt;emotions and thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; on notes. As through this person's mood, the music he creates in a curtain mood differs than the music he creates in another..&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;guitarist&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't really feel that what he is playing is somehow connected to &lt;strong&gt;his mind and emotion&lt;/strong&gt;, he just holds the guitar and plays, but what mostly &lt;strong&gt;confuses musicians&lt;/strong&gt; is the fact that sometimes when they try to play then notice that they are the worst ever, as if they had lost the feeling of the &lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt;, and sometimes they enjoy it to the level that they don't want to let go, not knowing that all this is built on what they are actually thinking about in that moment, or how much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there is on their minds..&lt;br /&gt;This explains why expert bands would prefer drinking alcohol or getting high on something before their concert or when they want to write down music notes or lyrics, you noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not all, there is another important point that not everybody knows about.. Do you know any musicians? Try to think of a person you know very well who has been playing for at least 2 - 3 years.. Look at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;personality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of that person, you will &lt;strong&gt;sense&lt;/strong&gt; something good in this person, you will notice that he/she has a &lt;strong&gt;clean heart&lt;/strong&gt;, a good nature, but not necessarily a clean brain. This is one of the effects that playing an instrument has on a person, I'm not sure why this thing happens, but it does. Music somehow &lt;em&gt;softens the heart&lt;/em&gt;. After many years of practice on an instrument, this person becomes very good deep inside, the outside personality may be different though, as it depends on the way this person grew up..&lt;br /&gt;So you want your children/younger brothers to be good natured? Learning music would be one of the ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Guitarist.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Guitarist.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am saying all this out of my own personal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, after meeting tens of musicians on the road, looking at each and every personality; I don't recall seeing &lt;strong&gt;hate or anger&lt;/strong&gt; in any of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They say.. &lt;strong&gt;Musicians&lt;/strong&gt; are usually good in math, why? Because the part of their brain that is being powered up by music is also responsible for solving mathematical formulas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Solidus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29123342-115216971271381540?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115216971271381540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115216971271381540&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115216971271381540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115216971271381540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-only-music.html' title='It&apos;s Not Only The Music'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-115155446968536452</id><published>2006-06-29T07:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:32:59.043+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Explosion..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/SCN0307.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/200/SCN0307.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This would be the best way to &lt;strong&gt;express&lt;/strong&gt; what I feel, seriously when I write here I feel as if I’m telling someone all about what’s going on in &lt;strong&gt;my mind&lt;/strong&gt;, for the fact that I can’t really find the &lt;strong&gt;right person&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to about these issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ended a few days ago, or as I should say, the so called “&lt;strong&gt;suffering&lt;/strong&gt;” has ended.. To tell you the truth, during the exams I actually had things to do, unlike now, my time is filled with &lt;strong&gt;emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;.. Hmm I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, except for a few places that I’m used to, but nothing new.. All the holiday plans are &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm not leaving the country anytime soon, I’m losing my friends one by one and I still have this &lt;strong&gt;confusion&lt;/strong&gt; of what I should study, and more importantly, where..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, 4 of my &lt;strong&gt;best friends&lt;/strong&gt; have left the country, and I’m not expecting to see any of them until atleast next year, except for one who has left &lt;strong&gt;for good&lt;/strong&gt;.. A moment they were here, and the next they are gone.. The final good-byes were &lt;strong&gt;the worst&lt;/strong&gt;, the moment when I had to let them go all together leaving me &lt;strong&gt;behind&lt;/strong&gt;, not that they can do anything about it, but that was the &lt;strong&gt;seperation point&lt;/strong&gt;.. I didn’t expect that I would find it this &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; to accept that I'm not going to see any of them again.. I’ll &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; the guys so much, everybody was telling me that the seperation point was very near, but I didn't &lt;strong&gt;prepare&lt;/strong&gt; for it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Image(040).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/200/Image%28040%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can’t see all this happening to the people around me, all of what everybody cares about is the &lt;strong&gt;summer fun&lt;/strong&gt;, well let's see, we went out a few times, then..? Atleast almost everyone is settling down already while I haven't even &lt;strong&gt;started&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;options&lt;/strong&gt; are very hard and instead of thinking which option to choose, I'm &lt;strong&gt;searching&lt;/strong&gt; for others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better start looking at the &lt;strong&gt;bright side&lt;/strong&gt;, I still have about 2 months to make my decisions, let's hope that I don't do anything &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; during this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me &lt;strong&gt;luck&lt;/strong&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/29123342-115155446968536452?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/115155446968536452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=115155446968536452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115155446968536452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/115155446968536452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/sudden-explosion.html' title='Sudden Explosion..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-114987708139293878</id><published>2006-06-09T20:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:34:32.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/1600/Suffering.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1036/3095/320/Suffering.0.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just figured something out.. Last year of school = Hell.. I seriously haven't seen anything like this, even when I'd see others going through this stage, I really didn't think that they were suffering this much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first serious exam, and I'm online and I still have alot to do..&lt;br /&gt;I have made a decision, I will study for the upcoming exams, but I will not give a damn about the marks.. Yes, I will just study, go write in the paper whatever I know, and leave.. This will be my main rule for the next 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'll be reading this later on, and I know that I'll be laughing at myself, thinking "What the hell was I doing..?" Later when reading this, I won't be feeling the stress that I have over my brains at this particular moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of time to study, but I simply can't hold the book for more than 2 hours MAX, I get bored fast, that's my problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Arabic, the most useless subject EVER..! Don't you agree..? I still don't know how I'll get through Chemestry and Physics next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking and it won't stop, not that I care anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 days to go.."&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/29123342-114987708139293878?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/114987708139293878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=114987708139293878&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114987708139293878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114987708139293878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/suffering.html' title='Suffering...'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-114963152437188391</id><published>2006-06-07T01:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:03:29.696+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating M987's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6/6/06.. Number of the beast.. And.. M987's birthday.. Even though we had exams, we needed to go out, firstof all it was the dude's birthday, second we really needed the break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Diablo, M987 and another dude (The legendary, lol) met at my place, we had some fun on Tekken (Yes I lost a couple of times.. Ufff!) then decided to leave for a coffee shop or something.. It was about 8/8:30 when we left, had a nice walk to Leewan's.. It was really fun there, we had sheesha, played chess, (I wanna mention that I beat all three of em', lol), had a few laughs, made fun of the third member with us, lol and we released all the stress..&lt;br /&gt;Once we got high and couldn't think straight, we decided that it was getting late (12) and we had to have dinner since Dr.D's father will arrive any minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to Hooti's, had some burgers, made fun of the third member again, then reached home at 1 Am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a really good break as it helped us forget all about exams for a while, and had the fun we've been waiting for since a while now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I promised myself I won't leave home until exams are over.. The guys are making plans to go out again next week, but I can't afford leaving my books again.. I know that I don't study THAT much, but I won't go out and have fun while some work isn't done yet, I feel guilty when doing so and I won't have fun knowing that what I'm doing is definatly wrong and it will backfire really soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again dude.. Good luck and god help us all.. :)&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/29123342-114963152437188391?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/114963152437188391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=114963152437188391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114963152437188391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114963152437188391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/celebrating-m987s-birthday.html' title='Celebrating M987&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-114940999348156990</id><published>2006-06-04T12:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:43:38.460+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Exam--------&gt; Screwed..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just came back from the first exam (Geo).. Yup, I screwed up..! Something seriously went wrong in there.. You know when you enter the examination room feeling good about the nights you spent studying when suddenly you are shocked by questions you have never seen before..? That happened to me this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, the first exam should be the best exam, as things become harder and harder later on, well if chemestry was harder than this, then I'd definatly fail it..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did cheat my brains off though, yes I really had to, even though I've always hated cheating, otherwise god knows what would've happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, glad it's over, 18 days left.. Hope I don't shoot myself before the end..&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/29123342-114940999348156990?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/114940999348156990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=114940999348156990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114940999348156990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114940999348156990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-exam-screwed.html' title='First Exam--------&gt; Screwed..!!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-114919729809409853</id><published>2006-06-02T01:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:45:53.066+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Members in "Saw"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was really bored of studying the other day, and I started thinking about some movies, the first movie came to my mind was "Saw".. An amazing movie, one of my favorites.. Anyhow, I thought it would be a cool idea to put some Omanserv members into this movie, what do you think? I thought I should give it a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote 4 of them and here's the best one.. I made it for M987:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;as&gt;"As he awakens by a sharp pain in his head, M987 couldn’t move his hands as they were tied behind his back, he still couldn’t see properly because of the long sleep that he had.. He knew that something was awfully wrong, he was sitting on a chair, his hands tied in a perfect way behind his back, he wasn’t able to move..In a couple of seconds, he could finally see properly infront of him, there was a table very close to him almost touching his chest, on that table was a book and a tape recorder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M987 looks around him, trying to verify where he was, or if there was anyway he could shout for help.. Trying and trying, shouting and shouting.. There was no use..&lt;br /&gt;The room he was in had only 1 door, but it was too far away as his steel chair was nailed to the ground.. Above that door, was a timer that had a 20 minutes countdown on it and a camera looking straight at him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M987 realized that there was no escape, and wondered what that timer meant, so he decided to press the button on the tape recorder using his mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of tries to turn it on, M987 succeeds and starts listening carefully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning M987.. I know everything about you, wear you live, what you do for a living and all your connections.. I’m going to play a game with you, this game will either change your life forever, or it will kill you. The reason I created this game for you is the lazy life that you control, not understanding what good things you have that others don’t, the life that you have wasted not caring about your life.. Well, here is were I shall help you to fix that.. Look at the timer, you should have about 19 minutes left on it.&lt;br /&gt;Infront of you is a 50 page physics book, a book that you have never touched or read, a book that others have suffered with while you laughed at them.. Now to succeed in this game, you should turn the pages of the book, study it, look all the way through it without using your hands, and at the end of this book, there is a question that you should answer, I’ll give you a hint, the answer is a 4 digit number that you can use to unlock the chains on your hands behind your back, since you can’t see it, the number on the chains at the moment is 0-0-0-0..Study, solve the question before the time is runs out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does, that door will be locked forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin..”&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/29123342-114919729809409853?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/114919729809409853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=114919729809409853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114919729809409853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114919729809409853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/members-in-saw.html' title='Members in &quot;Saw&quot;..'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29123342.post-114918930198779924</id><published>2006-06-01T22:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:48:41.660+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Monster Lives..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the eyes that can't see me&lt;br /&gt;These are the hands that drop your trust&lt;br /&gt;These are the boots that kick you 'round&lt;br /&gt;This is the tongue that speaks on the inside&lt;br /&gt;These are the ears that ring with hate&lt;br /&gt;This is the face that'll never change&lt;br /&gt;This is the fist that grinds you down&lt;br /&gt;This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the legs in circles run&lt;br /&gt;This is the beating you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;These are the lips that taste no freedom&lt;br /&gt;This is the feel thats not so safe&lt;br /&gt;This is the face you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;This is the god that ain't so pure&lt;br /&gt;This is the god that is that pure&lt;br /&gt;This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people?&lt;br /&gt;Are we the people?&lt;br /&gt;We the people?&lt;br /&gt;Are we the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This monster lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog.. Due to my suffering nowadays in the exams era (Yup, Thanawiya), I won't be able to update my blog &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;until it sleeps&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be hearing from me very soon.. Hayyakom..&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/29123342-114918930198779924?l=solidus-skom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/feeds/114918930198779924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29123342&amp;postID=114918930198779924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114918930198779924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29123342/posts/default/114918930198779924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solidus-skom.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-monster-lives.html' title='This Monster Lives..!'/><author><name>Solidus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833256275122384397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://solidusm88.jeeran.com/solidus-guitar2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
