<?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-21699107</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:06:00.700-08:00</updated><category term='It was a Beach Party OK'/><category term='It takes time'/><category term='Hot Stuff'/><title type='text'>OMAR BIN HAMAD</title><subtitle type='html'>WhAT yOU wAItING fOR????</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-5198539894494621905</id><published>2007-11-20T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:46:47.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Hater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/R0PmYhOZcpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKoZys_scJY/s1600-h/diplomatic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201309042504338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/R0PmYhOZcpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKoZys_scJY/s400/diplomatic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is dedicated to my Hater, the person who keeps posting rude, and aggresive messages on my blog. Well firstly let me just say, Dude you have way to much spare time on your hands. Commenting on all my blogs. Why are &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU SO JEALOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of me. I mean if you want the same, then work for it. I say Ilhamduillah for everything I have. I work hard for it. Just stop hating so much, its not healthy. You said you and your friends have a good laugh at reading my blog, well dude, all I can say is your to weak to identify yourself, cause if you did, I am sure it would be revealed that your a sad, angry, extremely jealous lonely person, who really spends alot of time thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude I am doing well, love my job, have great friends, drive nice cars, have a great family, and travel around. You- hmmmmmmmm just posting shitty comments, poor you.........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys in the pic, you Rock....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-5198539894494621905?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5198539894494621905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5198539894494621905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-my-hater.html' title='For My Hater'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/R0PmYhOZcpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKoZys_scJY/s72-c/diplomatic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-4100193390560173319</id><published>2007-11-13T02:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T01:39:48.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING TO JAPAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-80.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782126700928&amp;amp;site=widget-80.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782126700928&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p1/216172782126700928/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782126700928&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p2/216172782126700928/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=216172782126700928&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/m/216172782126700928/bb_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-4100193390560173319?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4100193390560173319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4100193390560173319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='GOING TO JAPAN'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-2567736043857744379</id><published>2007-09-25T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:56:38.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvjNFyVH93I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hYoaH5HYnTE/s1600-h/bush.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114062876172613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvjNFyVH93I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hYoaH5HYnTE/s400/bush.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the greatest pics I have ever seen. This is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-2567736043857744379?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/2567736043857744379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/2567736043857744379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvjNFyVH93I/AAAAAAAAAEo/hYoaH5HYnTE/s72-c/bush.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-3585928870492333201</id><published>2007-09-23T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:44:10.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope I get the JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvY1CCVH92I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2up7wa4R48/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113332736027260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvY1CCVH92I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2up7wa4R48/s400/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic is from the shoot we done in my home on Thursday. It was quite a good shoot in the sense we coverec many diffenernt themes, one of hwich was the parisien punk, which is the coolest. Anyway these shots are going to elite, and bareface in Dubai. Hopfully get some work out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-3585928870492333201?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/3585928870492333201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/3585928870492333201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/hope-i-get-job.html' title='Hope I get the JOB'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RvY1CCVH92I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2up7wa4R48/s72-c/Picture+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-1913700363262993189</id><published>2007-09-12T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:03:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RufFRLEyCRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WlNUnni0W2Y/s1600-h/london+streets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109269201096411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RufFRLEyCRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WlNUnni0W2Y/s400/london+streets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ask me how i managed to take a photo, so high above everyones heads.??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just look at a saturday afternoon in Oxford Street, just amazing. I love it, everyone pushing and pulling each other. Everyone trying to get somewhere, to meet someone, to buy something, to get home. Everyone has a destination, i know this is obviouse of everyone in life, but when you look at the picture, they are all fighting with each other to get to ther's. Not like in the gulf where a car drops you, by a driver. Just ordinary people trying to lead a life, always busy, always working. These people inspire me, the way they dress, the UK has no norm, people are free, to act and dress, and develop there personalities and styles. we are thought about individualism and respect for the others. Fashion is followed or not followed, but then that is fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the picture it just makes me realise how much i miss london.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-1913700363262993189?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1913700363262993189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1913700363262993189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RufFRLEyCRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WlNUnni0W2Y/s72-c/london+streets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-7190603355813421558</id><published>2007-09-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:39:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Ruev9bEyCQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jw686rUuOk4/s1600-h/mar..................jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109245772049811714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Ruev9bEyCQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jw686rUuOk4/s400/mar..................jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many faces do we have? I have written about this a few times. Go to the bottom of this page, and click on older posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was just thinking about the different faces we use everyday, not in a bad sense, as in being two faces, or fake. I mean the different faces we use to compliment our life, or facilitate different situations, like being seriouse, or the funny guy, or the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many, at work I have the seriouse face, but also mixed with the thinker and inspirer of the office with my crazy ideas, but sometimes i get a winner. Anyway outside i am a funny guy. I also have the gentlman face that i put on in the majlis, and with older people. Now i think these changable faces are good, it means that you can adapt to people and situations, however, some people can not. They just cant cope or deal with poor, or old, or seriouse people. adaptation is one of the best qualities to have, enabling you to deal with different situations, and not just people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-7190603355813421558?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7190603355813421558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7190603355813421558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-faces.html' title='Many Faces'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Ruev9bEyCQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jw686rUuOk4/s72-c/mar..................jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-4986490548839991109</id><published>2007-09-12T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:16:14.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remixes.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuetfrEyCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QkXlaP3HxsM/s1600-h/chemical-brothers-screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109243061925447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuetfrEyCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QkXlaP3HxsM/s400/chemical-brothers-screensaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I am such a remix kinda fella. I can hardly listen to a normal song anymore. Does music really identify who you are. I am a pritty high energy person, kinda loud, outspoken and noticed person, So liking Remixes does some how suggest that. I just get into remixes so much more, I mean i hated the shikira and beyonce title :beautiful Liar untill i heard the freemans re-mix, jesus i have played and played that song over, same as the Beyonce Greenlight re-mix, its just to good to be true. Once you have heard those, you could never go back to a radio edit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali, Nabile, Abdulhadi, Abdulrahman, and Lisa, you know what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-4986490548839991109?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4986490548839991109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4986490548839991109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/remixes.html' title='Remixes.............'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuetfrEyCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QkXlaP3HxsM/s72-c/chemical-brothers-screensaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8048989448864258202</id><published>2007-09-12T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:06:42.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuenPrEyCOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_NBn56-9Gww/s1600-h/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109236189977774306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuenPrEyCOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_NBn56-9Gww/s400/secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              WHAT'S THE SECRET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having this conversation in the Majlis last night, about the secret of life. Some say it's happiness, money and others say health. I say Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that only sick people say health, or those with close ones that are ill adopt that philosophy. My generation say money and job fullfillment. But is that the trute. Does money make you happy, Yes it does, beleive me, it can bring alot of happiness, in some cases it may bring negative situations, or emotions, but in many it brings happines, contentment, freedom, and even security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I belive the secret to life is thanking God for what you have. I am the biggest moaner, beleive me, i could moan about anything. But trying to learn that you have what your meant to have, and appreciating life for what it is and undertsnading that what you have alot compared to others.  Just take a look around you, the people serving you tea and coffee, probably twice your age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to the secret, their is a book out now called THE SECRET. its written by Rhonda Byrne i beleive, and it talks about that way in which you think, and the energy you create, and proclaims that by thinking in terms of what have, and what you want, and visualising them daily, actually makes them become reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think positive, worrying does not help, never, what goodness comes from it. think to yourself, will worrying help find a solution, NO, will worrying help you, No. Think about the problem, know that it will be solved, 99% of problems get solved, the secret is to always be positive, extract the goodness from everything, try it for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like they say the Glass is half Empty, Or Half FULL......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8048989448864258202?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8048989448864258202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8048989448864258202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuenPrEyCOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_NBn56-9Gww/s72-c/secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-5063182196157070371</id><published>2007-09-12T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:34:28.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for my BRO ALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuekI7EyCNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZyoCHnKsWs/s1600-h/ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109232775478773970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuekI7EyCNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZyoCHnKsWs/s400/ali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Man of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuehVLEyCMI/AAAAAAAAADw/x0SYJ47QfA4/s1600-h/1331568130_f0c6db4464_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali, this one is for you. I kow we have only known each other a few months, but you are seriously cool. Your way of thinking is interesting. Your Music is definetly my style, your choice of words are amusing and your a fitness guru, that needs to help me get my body up to standard, thats a hint man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really I cant wait for you to get back to Doha so we can chill. Thanks for your great messages, motivational and funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be nice just to be on the same time zone. Anyway it is time for me to name you Cool Dude, 2007. Last year my budy Meshale from saudi received my vote, but this year its you. Stay cool, keep it real and be you. See you bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-5063182196157070371?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5063182196157070371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5063182196157070371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-for-my-bro-ali.html' title='This is for my BRO ALI'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RuekI7EyCNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gZyoCHnKsWs/s72-c/ali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-7813108112686362279</id><published>2007-09-12T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:18:17.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It was a Beach Party OK'/><title type='text'>LONDON.....what have you done to me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RueeE7EyCLI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xWPV80jQrY/s1600-h/S73F1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226109689530546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RueeE7EyCLI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xWPV80jQrY/s400/S73F1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Oh London was just amazing this year. I mean, i was just so in the zone. I was eating well, I was sleeping good. The whole invironment was so good. I was even enjoying my work out more than usual, that could be because i was in a gym where not everyone is using steroids. The gyms in London have such a good vibe. where as here in Qatar I feel like it's a competeition to see who can lift the heaviest, everyone looking at you and so on, I can really understand why some people dont like gyms, especially if they are over weight. they feel conciouse about people looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the pic on your right was of me, it was taken in a club called the Boom, the most amazing girls were there, so hot and trendy, and this night in particuluar was a themed beach night, hence the choice of top, or lack of top. hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London weather was so bad this year. I mean not more than 3 days of sun for the whole month of August. Anyway London is meant to be grey right. It kinda fits the profile.&lt;br /&gt;&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/21699107-7813108112686362279?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7813108112686362279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7813108112686362279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/londonwhat-have-you-done-to-me.html' title='LONDON.....what have you done to me.......'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RueeE7EyCLI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xWPV80jQrY/s72-c/S73F1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-4416351262643967697</id><published>2007-08-02T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:52:49.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON 2007  (the weather sucks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RrHgVC9mk7I/AAAAAAAAADg/qip6BsDx0tc/s1600-h/london+2+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094099305709867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RrHgVC9mk7I/AAAAAAAAADg/qip6BsDx0tc/s400/london+2+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys. Alright mate from rainy London. The weather has been so bad guys. I mean not so bad that i couldnt manage to go to China Whites on wednesday, or to Pascha, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have eaten so much dudes, my family are throughing food down my throat left right and center. The arabs are out as usual in Oxford street. Knightsbridge and Carlton Tower. Of course we all know what thats about............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would think you would want to get away form the peopel you are living with, but its alla bout being seen in London during the summer................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have eaten in some cool places this year, the newest one is Bincho Yakitori, Japanese and really tasty. Its in Oxo tower barge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfrigdges is always good, but the best was night life at Wardour , and Kabaret........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go work out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-4416351262643967697?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4416351262643967697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4416351262643967697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/london-2007-weather-sucks.html' title='LONDON 2007  (the weather sucks)'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RrHgVC9mk7I/AAAAAAAAADg/qip6BsDx0tc/s72-c/london+2+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-1060778331875524886</id><published>2007-05-20T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:47:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rk_7unb72oI/AAAAAAAAADY/woxRb6spjko/s1600-h/omar+bunchie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066544884093803138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rk_7unb72oI/AAAAAAAAADY/woxRb6spjko/s400/omar+bunchie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was great, this weekend we were again in the dessert, what a time, I am seriously thinking about buying a Bunchie and learning to tackle the dunes my self. They are really steep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abdulhadi was amazing on the buggy. He managed to continue his trek with me holding on to him for dear life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-1060778331875524886?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1060778331875524886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1060778331875524886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-cool.html' title='SO COOL'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rk_7unb72oI/AAAAAAAAADY/woxRb6spjko/s72-c/omar+bunchie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-5958014073674246906</id><published>2007-05-14T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:24:01.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Abdulla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgOcQRu81I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0rsDEtPArqs/s1600-h/11052007267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064313659546596178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgOcQRu81I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0rsDEtPArqs/s200/11052007267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgOQgRu80I/AAAAAAAAADI/P01xCFUBoSU/s1600-h/11052007272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064313457683133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgOQgRu80I/AAAAAAAAADI/P01xCFUBoSU/s400/11052007272.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgNlARu8zI/AAAAAAAAADA/nHDE7r7qMx4/s1600-h/11052007283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064312710358823730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgNlARu8zI/AAAAAAAAADA/nHDE7r7qMx4/s400/11052007283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abdulla Thanks Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time on Friday out at Um Saied on the Bunchies (buggies). Abdulla, who is AbdulHadies cousin was amazing, taking me to the top of the Sand Dunes, right to the edge and then doing a 180-degree turn. These machines are powerfull and excillerating. I cant wait to get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-5958014073674246906?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5958014073674246906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5958014073674246906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-abdulla.html' title='Thanks Abdulla'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RkgOcQRu81I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0rsDEtPArqs/s72-c/11052007267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-5947054106066184384</id><published>2007-04-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:22:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Ultimate (kick Ass)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RixQC28TwxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/17i_uEhxUFI/s1600-h/0609_z+2009_bmw_7_series+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056504491668652818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RixQC28TwxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/17i_uEhxUFI/s400/0609_z%2B2009_bmw_7_series%2Bfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owners of the next, aesthetically relaxed 7-series might not have to spend half their time defending their cars' looks, but they'll still be kept busy deciphering the big car's electronic doodads. Anyone that knows me, will know that Omars dream car is the 7 series, this peice of machine kicks ass and the future BMW supersedan will include a head-up display, four-wheel adjustable air springs, an eye-movement monitor, a lane-departure warning system, and possibly a fission reactor. A hybrid version will follow after the standard model, which arrives in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you want to know why I am not going out as much as before, well I am saving up, innit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-5947054106066184384?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5947054106066184384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5947054106066184384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-ultimate-kick-ass.html' title='This is the Ultimate (kick Ass)'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RixQC28TwxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/17i_uEhxUFI/s72-c/0609_z%2B2009_bmw_7_series%2Bfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-3836696074679267585</id><published>2007-04-19T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:53:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Motorola D&amp;G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidX1W8TwwI/AAAAAAAAACw/7mmPO6LCsTI/s1600-h/nice+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055105680949887746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidX1W8TwwI/AAAAAAAAACw/7mmPO6LCsTI/s400/nice+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys, I love my Motorola D&amp;G. I have got so many phones after this. But you know what, it has the least facilities, but I love it. It was a gift last summer and you know what, it has travelled everywhere. I love you D&amp;amp;G and I will never leave you. Bring it on baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love somthing, celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-3836696074679267585?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/3836696074679267585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/3836696074679267585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-my-motorola-d.html' title='I love my Motorola D&amp;G'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidX1W8TwwI/AAAAAAAAACw/7mmPO6LCsTI/s72-c/nice+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8747889295372776304</id><published>2007-04-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:47:52.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spikey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidWXW8TwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/c6-yvlE5_SU/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055104066042184434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidWXW8TwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/c6-yvlE5_SU/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my long hair. You know you spend months growing your hair, and then suddenly with one thought you are at the barbers and he is shaving it all off. I so miss having longer hair, yes shorter is better for the summer. But I am always getting comments about my spikey hair now. Well I am just not the kind of guy that can put it to the side, I have to expreess myself with my hair. In Kuwait everyone has spikey hair as well as europe, but in Qatar, well thats another story. Get used to the spikes, beleive me, they will all be doing it next year when its out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8747889295372776304?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8747889295372776304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8747889295372776304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/spikey.html' title='Spikey'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidWXW8TwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/c6-yvlE5_SU/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8199547952118952841</id><published>2007-04-19T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:38:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do set some trends Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidUj28TwuI/AAAAAAAAACg/FeBnYSBcrEE/s1600-h/Badges+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055102081767293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidUj28TwuI/AAAAAAAAACg/FeBnYSBcrEE/s400/Badges+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidUA28TwtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ecl7iJS8gHE/s1600-h/Badges+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055101480471872210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidUA28TwtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ecl7iJS8gHE/s400/Badges+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you beleive it. A Trend that I started in Qatar in 2006 has finally made its way to Europe. Last summer I clocked on to how trendy it was to start collecting badges and putting them on the my baseball caps and then sometimes jeans and other stuff. A few friends started to copy me, and today I was searching the net and found that this is a new craze currently sweeping London, New York and Paris big time. Well I guess I have done it again. Good on you Omar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8199547952118952841?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8199547952118952841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8199547952118952841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-do-set-some-trends-myself.html' title='I do set some trends Myself'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidUj28TwuI/AAAAAAAAACg/FeBnYSBcrEE/s72-c/Badges+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-1950690267723196427</id><published>2007-04-19T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:22:03.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Stuff'/><title type='text'>Feeling Happy Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidPU28TwsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y6uijIqQr1o/s1600-h/Ø®ÙØ®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®Ø®.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055096326511116994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidPU28TwsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y6uijIqQr1o/s400/%D8%AE%D9%88%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am feeling happy and confident again.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I feel positive again, and happy. Looking foward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats makes us happy? is it money, friends, Love. Well I guarantee you if your inlove, and someone loves you, the rest comes second. But can we really be happy alone, or by ourselfs, our we enough for ourslefs, or do we really need someone to share it all with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peopel say you have to love yourself before you can love another. Can you love yourself and not be confident, or is it only those who are confident that really value and love themselfs. Loving yourslef, in who you are. Not the love myself, thinking your the most important thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know the answer. But I am assuming that we all kind of love ourselfs somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-1950690267723196427?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1950690267723196427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1950690267723196427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-happy-again.html' title='Feeling Happy Again'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RidPU28TwsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y6uijIqQr1o/s72-c/%D8%AE%D9%88%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE%D8%AE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8979597965041738979</id><published>2007-04-10T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:10:33.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing We Are Ever Dealing With Is a Thought, and a Thought Can Be Changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rhs4WBq2_5I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuWHHoV8FWM/s1600-h/hate+copy_r1_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051693358082621330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rhs4WBq2_5I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuWHHoV8FWM/s400/hate+copy_r1_c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what the problem is, our experiences are just outer effects of our inner thoughts. Even self hatred is only hating a thought you have about yourself. You have a thought that says “I am a bad person.” This thought produces a feeling, and you buy into the feeling. However what I have learnt is if you don’t have the thought, you won’t have the feeling. And thoughts can be changed. Change the thought, and the feeling must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only to show us where we get many of our beliefs. But lets not use this information as an excuse to stay stuck in our pain. The past has no power over us?. It doesn’t matter how long we have had a negative pattern. The point is in the present moment. What a wonderful thing I have realized, finally I can begin to feel free again!!!!!!!!!! What do you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8979597965041738979?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8979597965041738979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8979597965041738979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-thing-we-are-ever-dealing-with-is.html' title='The Only Thing We Are Ever Dealing With Is a Thought, and a Thought Can Be Changed.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rhs4WBq2_5I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuWHHoV8FWM/s72-c/hate+copy_r1_c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-6381795046372535459</id><published>2007-04-02T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T03:00:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RhDUQAF2yUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kdY3-5Avpfk/s1600-h/dec+06+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048768553649883458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RhDUQAF2yUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kdY3-5Avpfk/s400/dec+06+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im so tired of being here,&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, because your presence still lingers here, and it won’t leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just real. There’s just too much that time can not erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, id wipe away all your tears. You would scream id fight away all those fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had held your hand through all of these years.&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/21699107-6381795046372535459?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/6381795046372535459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/6381795046372535459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-tired-of-being-here-suppressed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RhDUQAF2yUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kdY3-5Avpfk/s72-c/dec+06+286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8000322802654769988</id><published>2007-03-22T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:06:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on a Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI4Nj7lHvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugZDR4xcJ9c/s1600-h/omar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044656338242969330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI4Nj7lHvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugZDR4xcJ9c/s400/omar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get on a plane and travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever feel that you just want to get away from where you are. I just had this amazing feeling of wanting to get myself on a plane and fly somewhere really hot and sunny. Somwhere like the Maldives. I just want to get to a hotel where the beach surrounds me, where there is nothing to do except lay under the sun, read books and magazines and nap all afternoon, then wake up and eat seafood while watching the sun go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love travelling, i feel it educates us even more than books, and it opens are minds to different cultures, societies and traditions. I love airports, I love terminals and aircrafts and new places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being foreign and different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8000322802654769988?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8000322802654769988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8000322802654769988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/jumping-on-plane.html' title='Jumping on a Plane'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI4Nj7lHvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ugZDR4xcJ9c/s72-c/omar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-8329484512245501307</id><published>2007-03-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:57:26.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It takes time'/><title type='text'>Its all about TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI2dz7lHuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XPjAv0x3hdQ/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044654418392588002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI2dz7lHuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XPjAv0x3hdQ/s400/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting over what I had to get over. It really is all about time. Time heals. I am sure alot of what I write hear makes no sense to many of you. But I will let you into a little secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually write this blog for myself. Its like self healing. I like to write, in order to release my feelings and emotions. Its like taking a few weights of my shoulders. Writing down what you feel actually lightens the load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have read my last few entries, you will see that I was feeling sad and a little disorientated. But I think I am coming out of it now. I am finally see the light (as they say)..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is all about timing, when you do somthing, when you choose the time to say somthing, when you choose the time to apply for somthing, when you wait for the right opportunity, and of course waiting to heal yourself. Just like when you break you arm, it will get better, but it takes time, time to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is what it takes to come out of depression, love, situations, and pain. It always gets better 99% of the time. I thought I wouldnt this time. That I had been so hurt or let down that I would never come out of it, but I am, its taken about three weeks, and i have finally arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-8329484512245501307?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8329484512245501307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/8329484512245501307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-about-time.html' title='Its all about TIME'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RgI2dz7lHuI/AAAAAAAAABs/XPjAv0x3hdQ/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-7989663301690927154</id><published>2007-03-18T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:31:16.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PATCHY.............you always get me in the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rf0wPWN1nDI/AAAAAAAAABk/2cJ8PE4odKM/s1600-h/patchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043240197944613938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rf0wPWN1nDI/AAAAAAAAABk/2cJ8PE4odKM/s320/patchi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LAST NIGHT WAS THE WORST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rf0v_WN1nCI/AAAAAAAAABc/AW11146SRUw/s1600-h/oh+lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043239923066706978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rf0v_WN1nCI/AAAAAAAAABc/AW11146SRUw/s400/oh+lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got this major urge to eat chocolate, luckily I have this massive plate of Patchi that someone had given me, and i hadnt touched. I couldnt stop. The rate that i was scoffing them into my mouth was faster than sound. It made me wonder, Do we feel as if we are not eating as much if we do it quicker. If we actually eat them quickly, does that mean they dont count. I know quite a few choclate lovers, infact they all have the same unique story to tell. I ate about 13 pcs in a go last night. The eveidence was their this morning, all around my bed, wrappers. I was literaly sleeping when i got the urge, and today its shows. hence picture on the right..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is it about Chocolate, I never have the same urge with fruit or vegatables.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-7989663301690927154?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7989663301690927154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7989663301690927154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/patchyyou-always-get-me-in-end.html' title='PATCHY.............you always get me in the end.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rf0wPWN1nDI/AAAAAAAAABk/2cJ8PE4odKM/s72-c/patchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-2839118551369447969</id><published>2007-03-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:14:32.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwv4mN1nBI/AAAAAAAAABU/LCt0i_nfp10/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042958332125879314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwv4mN1nBI/AAAAAAAAABU/LCt0i_nfp10/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened, I have finally got the urge to write again. As many of you know, my job is mainly writing, but for some reason unknown to me, I recently had a block, I just couldn’t make the effort to start penning anything down. Well, I just had the Ipod on shuffle and what comes on, no other but Allison Moyet, for those of you who have not heard of Allison, she is basically a very famous singer from the 80’s who had a number of hits and I suddenly wanted to write, so here I am, firstly let me start by asking you, have you ever had a feeling of belonging or attraction to a certain place, feeling, group, or even time. I do, I feel so attracted to the 80’s in the sense that when I hear the music, beat and tone of 80’s music, it just conjures up thoughts of myself in London, of clubbing, late nights out at university and the weird thing is, when I did all that, it was well into the late 90’s. So why the attraction, could it be that I like what the 80’s stand for, freedom of self expression, the 80’s at it all, great music, fantastically over exaggerated clothes, even a strongly conservative government headed by none other than Margaret Thatcher, AKA woman of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I saw a strong comeback of tight jeans, narrow shoes, and baggy tops hit the streets like a plague. Have we tried everything, and now on the recycle trail. Have we no more ideas that we have to start digging up old trends and styles. I think the 80’s was a time for woman to start to progress and start to take on the big men, weather that be in government or even in the office. In came the working mothers, the suvs, even working from home. The 90’s was a more polished state, we had a national depression, what with the recession, high unemployment and a high crime rate. Back to the 80’s, underground clubs, drugs and babysham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my attachment to the 80’s continues with admiration to the era of expression. I so want to relive the 80’s with the technology we have now. That would create a humorous society that is affected by media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-2839118551369447969?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/2839118551369447969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/2839118551369447969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/80s.html' title='the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwv4mN1nBI/AAAAAAAAABU/LCt0i_nfp10/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-5106149857050866932</id><published>2007-03-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T10:36:36.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all Over Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwm7GN1nAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZyMcgqYleAI/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042948479470902274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwm7GN1nAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZyMcgqYleAI/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the songs am listening to now, is entitled All Cried Out, with the chorus being (you took a whole lot of loving for a handful of nothing) it made me sad, because, well I guess we have all had this happen to us.You spend a lot of time, energy or emotion on someone, and receive nothing back. Its sad because sometimes you want the person so bad, that you really loose track of whats normal, or needy, you suddenly become this person, that forgets about him or herself and put the other person first. Then when it has all ended, you overview the situation, and analyse the way in which you were treated, or the way you treated the other, the energy that you had given, its sad. It makes me wonder, can two people love each other the same, well I live with hope, I believe it does happen, but its rare, I feel that one always loves the other more, and sometimes depending on the personalities, this can put one of us off the other, or feel so secure that we explore other options, knowing that our partner will always love us, or we do the latter. Love is such a cliché, it really hurts badly, it makes you yearn. As a friend of mine used to tell me, real love doesn’t hurt, it feels good, as I always say, its better to be lonely and sleep good at night, than to be in a relationship when you go to bed with tears, fears, or anxiety. I always wonder why people stay in relationships that are obviously inactive or just unhealthy, but its deeper than that, I think we all live in hope, hope that the other will one day fall in-love with us, that she will come around, and realize how lucky she is to have me, but sometimes it doesn’t happen. You always have to try on a few shoes before you find the perfect fit, it does however happen sometimes to all of us, that we just try something on and its perfect, well that just sums it all up. I am still looking for the right Mrs. Al-Najjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love still out there, or is having a companion the new love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the good times, I have seen the bad times, been through the wind, the snow and the sand, and guess what I am still here. As they say and I have said in previous blogs, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some one said to me once. I am sincere, top billing one day and closing the next. I change my ideas daily but I am nearly writing my memoirs, But I am still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something really interesting in a book last week, it says : If our ex partner continues to do things that annoy us, we must recognize that they are not breaking our heart. That has already happened. This is an important distinction. Unless we recognize this distinction clearly, every time they do something that annoys us, we will feel that they are breaking our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can say without fear of successful contradiction, life is life. Full of happiness, sadness, joy and pain. Allah will never give us something we cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt so low the last few weeks, regretting many actions, things,and words I have said. But I think letting go was the best thing I have ever done. Sometimes we carry around an awful lot of unwanted baggage in our lifes. We hold on to anger, sadness, pain, bad memories, and negative thoughts. All of this hangs over us like a dark cloud getting heavier and heavier. Yes we need to feel and go though the motions, I agree, we need to feel them, to cry and release all that energy, but we also have to let go, and embrace new experiences, accept new love, and make new mistakes. Its all part of life. I have honestly held on to some bad experiences far to long and am now starting to off load them, and I do feel better, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am a much lighter now, and hopefully moving on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-5106149857050866932?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5106149857050866932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/5106149857050866932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-over-now.html' title='Its all Over Now'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfwm7GN1nAI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZyMcgqYleAI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-7253912729518906249</id><published>2007-03-16T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:13:09.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad to Say Goodby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfpbpm1FjBI/AAAAAAAAABE/-qyz_BrFJ24/s1600-h/good+boy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042443503150664722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfpbpm1FjBI/AAAAAAAAABE/-qyz_BrFJ24/s400/good+boy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad to say Goodbye- I am sad to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently I let go of somthing really close to me, and although its painfull, I beleive the term or quote "what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger", I beleive that. Although I think loss is bad at anytime. Sometimes you feel cheated, or angry, or sad. But as my cousin once said to me "Omar people come into your life for a reason, and when they leave, their is a reason, and there is always a lesson. Thats true, I can see the logic in that, but it still really hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all make mistakes, we all screw up somtimes, but forgiveness is important. It helps us grow, it makes us better people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In writing this email, I honestly say that if anyone has bothered me, or hurt me, I forgive you. I am letting go of all that heavy emotional baggage and releasing myself from the burden. If your reading this and I have hurt you (forgive me, I have learnt a very hard lesson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-7253912729518906249?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7253912729518906249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7253912729518906249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/sad-to-say-goodby.html' title='Sad to Say Goodby'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/Rfpbpm1FjBI/AAAAAAAAABE/-qyz_BrFJ24/s72-c/good+boy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-7559963981759136266</id><published>2007-03-04T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:53:37.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT THIS "NOW"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevH0OCc44I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KV5BMdvApfg/s1600-h/i-Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038340308079534978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevH0OCc44I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KV5BMdvApfg/s400/i-Phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPhone combines three amazing products — a revolutionary mobile phone, a widescreen iPod with touch controls, and a breakthrough Internet communications device with desktop-class email, web browsing, maps, and searching — into one small and lightweight handheld device. iPhone also introduces an entirely new user interface based on a large multi-touch display and pioneering new software, letting you control everything with just your fingers. So it ushers in an era of software power and sophistication never before seen in a mobile device, completely redefining what you can do on a mobile phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-7559963981759136266?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7559963981759136266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/7559963981759136266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-this-now.html' title='I WANT THIS &quot;NOW&quot;'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevH0OCc44I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KV5BMdvApfg/s72-c/i-Phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-4248843333948820374</id><published>2007-03-04T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:13:05.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHAT HAVE you Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevBleCc43I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lmACUwLoALI/s1600-h/trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038333457606697842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevBleCc43I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lmACUwLoALI/s400/trampoline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what has happened. I am so lost at the moment. Ok, it is not another depressing mail moaning and groaning about life. It’s actually more inspirational than that. I have kind of just finished Hillary Bonham Clinton’s memoirs, and my mind is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration is useless unless you use it. Hillary has done so much. Affected so many people, worked on so many humanitarian projects and inspired so many. It really made me sit up and say to myself, what are you doing Omar. I always felt as though I should be doing something that affects people, (in a good way) ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that you can do things that are beneficial to others, or affect people even in small ways. You may not even know. Sometimes by just saying hi to people or asking them how they are, effects them, and, and wait for their answer, many times a day we ask people how they are while passing, but we rarely wait for their reply. Ask them, and look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary spoke in her book, about so many people who had affected her, giving her good and bad advice. I have said so many times, that listening is how you learn. But sometimes I learn from speaking. I actually say things and think to myself, really. I that what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually really good at giving “good advice” but really bad at actually doing it. I spurn out all these words of wisdom that I believe in, but never do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-4248843333948820374?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4248843333948820374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4248843333948820374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-have-you-done.html' title='wHAT HAVE you Done'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RevBleCc43I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lmACUwLoALI/s72-c/trampoline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-4634843247586967741</id><published>2007-02-21T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:03:39.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacoste Cool (are you sure)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwKYbfLjEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oPzjPggzR_U/s1600-h/lacoste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033909898305047618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwKYbfLjEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oPzjPggzR_U/s400/lacoste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual I post pictures of stuff or items i need your help in finding.&lt;br /&gt;These are so cool, they are the new spring collection pumps by Lacoste. they are so stylish, with boot leg jeans or oversized tracksuits. I need you guys to source them for me, where can we get them, Dubai????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-4634843247586967741?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4634843247586967741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/4634843247586967741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/lacoste-cool-are-you-sure.html' title='Lacoste Cool (are you sure)'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwKYbfLjEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oPzjPggzR_U/s72-c/lacoste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-1471902581611996526</id><published>2007-02-21T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:53:50.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Felt so Bluuuuuuue</title><content type='html'>A city roof top, a summer night. Last night girl, like a dream. All this love, saved up for nothing. I never felt so blue.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwG4rfLjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOtWLHMY_Qo/s1600-h/mall+of+emirates+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033906054309317682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwG4rfLjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOtWLHMY_Qo/s400/mall+of+emirates+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling so nostaligic these days. I have never missed London more. I know its cold and rainy and dull, but i feel that i am missing so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning a trip home soon, but i also have my flat in Alex to design and furnish so I have a busy few month ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is hectic and I have many projects going on at the same time. I am trying to jugle so many things at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London and Paris is definately on for July and August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-1471902581611996526?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1471902581611996526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/1471902581611996526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-felt-so-bluuuuuuue.html' title='Never Felt so Bluuuuuuue'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/RdwG4rfLjDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YOtWLHMY_Qo/s72-c/mall+of+emirates+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-117118499741501009</id><published>2007-02-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:09:57.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/235484/kkkkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/995589/kkkkkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the saying( I am here you and you are their, so one of us is in the wrong place) I do believe in that philosophy. I am kind of in between at the momment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having really terrible dreams night after night, and I know we have done the whole dream article, but I cant stop wondering why my brain is stuck in this negative zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when you get older you start evaluating more, and questioning yourself. You wonder why you did certain things, or acted in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, why do I like change so much..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-117118499741501009?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/117118499741501009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/117118499741501009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-sleep.html' title='I need Sleep'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-117031019007998527</id><published>2007-01-31T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:22:51.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHRAIN  1-2-3 Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/722181/uk%20flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/576456/uk%20flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/288775/dec%2006%20450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/99354/dec%2006%20450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BAHRAIN -----01- 2- 3RD FEB..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can not wait till the weekend. Bahrain here I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I spend half my time in Doha complaining about it, and the other half listening about it, well a recent survey recently claimed that four out of ten young Muslims in Britain hate the country, and actually want to live under sharia law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the priest son who ended up in hospital after being given a severe beating by a bunch of thugs who then wrote a rap song about the event and released it on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the cancellation of 41 per cent of operations on the NHS because of a lack of sterile surgical instruments? Then there’s the 50 million wasted on replacing school blackboards with whiteboards, which have actually slowed down learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I remind you of the thousands of pedophiles, murderers and foreign criminals wandering our streets as a result of official incompetence and indifference? They too will soon be joined by 150 terrorists, including those convicted in involvement in the Omagh bombing, who are due to be released as part of yet another amnesty to shore up the northern Ireland surrender process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I live in Doha, so no need to complain, or I would loose the will to live. Some of this must have contributed to report which has rated Britain as 37th on a list of best places to live, behind Latvia, Slovenia, Estonia, Bulgaria and battle scared Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder why anyone would want to go to the UK. It can’t be the weather……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&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/21699107-117031019007998527?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/117031019007998527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/117031019007998527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/bahrain-1-2-3-feb.html' title='BAHRAIN  1-2-3 Feb'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116911371880598653</id><published>2007-01-18T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:22:02.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/402356/Crazy_People_by_Emotional_Emptiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/66768/Crazy_People_by_Emotional_Emptiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy People&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let’s not use the term Crazy, lets say a little (unstable-or insecure) its seems that I am either a magnet to these type, or I have just had my fair share of relations with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what it is about them, I like to call them (UK weather) the metaphor is, they keep changing, one day they are happy, or love you, or need you, and then the next they act as if they have never met you. They change there feeling and emotions accordingly. I guess they are Fake in one sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either they are insecure, or liars, or even have an even more serious problem such as Alcoholism. It’s so weird to be in the firing line of these people. They are very confused and show different faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine in London recently broke up with his girlfriend, he said she just changed, from one day to the next, one minute he was the love of her life the next he was her enemy, that sounds scary to me, but hey, its either a life of calmness and predictability or a life of Hell, and heaven at the same time. You choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116911371880598653?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116911371880598653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116911371880598653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/crazy-people-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='Crazy People (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116911239094799029</id><published>2007-01-17T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:26:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abdulla,&lt;/span&gt; as per your request, here is your Monkey face with mine. Hope to see you soon in Dubai..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/908211/dec%2006%20216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/12991/dec%2006%20216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you believe it is 2007,&lt;/span&gt; well don’t start making resolutions and plans to change or stop smoking, because they always fail, or do they, I have surprisingly surprised myself this year. I made a few little points to change certain things, and have actually stuck by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly the exercise&lt;/span&gt;, I am now a daily Yoga addict, my brother showed me some new and interesting poses over the New Year period in London, and am practicing daily. Secondly I have Cut Out 85% of my consumption of carbonated drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Then What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend 6 hours analyzing my friendships on a plane trip from London to Bahrain during New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I realized that some of the people I know&lt;/span&gt;, just take, take, take and take. I am speaking in many terms, energy, financial, favors and so on. They never give back, and you know what I am tired of fitting into their schedules and times, I am no longer going to be saddened by their selfishness, it’s really simple, just politely cut them out of your life. Just be polite and kind, but stop spending time and energy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a couple pf people like that, they would drop you easily if a better deal came up, would kill for an invite to a restaurant or any kind of attention. Kind of lost, but I always seem to be the one in the background, well you know what I don’t need that energy, or to be around always till something better comes along, always wasting my money on going out…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meeting New people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people is healthy; it can be inspiring, challenging and also intriguing. The last few weeks I seemed to of met kind a few new characters through friends and so on, I met a really interesting couple from Bahrain, they are both cousins, Ahmed and Zeina, they studied in the US and both of them travel together, if your reading this, (hey, cant wait to see you both, thanks for the great time we had in London) anyway they have inspired me in so many ways, and have invited me to the US with them in the summer, I am really considering going with them. Its so nice to meet open minded people, not just free people, I mean people with whom you can enjoy a really healthy intellectual conversation, without having to be careful of your next word and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a very nice girl, of course wrong nationality and culture, hopefully will never get the site address and know I am talking about her, but she is real cute, very clever and Mashalla really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like I said earlier, try to stick to your new resolutions, if you didn’t start on Jan 1st, start today, really make a pact to change the things you don’t like, cut out the negative vibes, believe me, you will feel and notice the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116911239094799029?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116911239094799029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116911239094799029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116730876533502402</id><published>2006-12-28T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T04:26:05.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/940072/Picture%20273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/125447/Picture%20273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from London Town.&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it out of Doha. Arrived in London on the 25th evening, after a short halt in Bahrain. Arrived in London early morning to be greeted at home by all the family all dressed up and excted to have a day of fun, eating and Games, yes more about that later. I was dead, absolutely knackered as i had met some cool people on the plane and had spent seven ours chatting and laughing. Anyhow I quickly had a shower, put on a nice shirt and Jeans and it was straight out in the soft top with Mum, dad and the rest and two other cars following. Straight into Selfridges where all the fighting began, the sales had began and we were all determined to get the best. Brother wanted a 40 inch flat screen, me, I wanted Fendi trainers which i didnt get, and mum for some reason got it in her head that she wanted a pair of Jummy Choo shoes, god knows where that came from, she is quickly becoming an Amelda Marcus of the famly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours we were so tired and hungry that we literaly left selfridges car park and headed straight home where we ate the most deliciouse meal of what i would say the Year. Everything was on the table, from Turkey to smoked salmon, and cranberry stufing made with nuts. We all then proceeded to have a long nap and woke up to my dads table of sweets. It was amazing, all the rest of the family came round, all the cousins and uncles, little arabia you could call it. And here is the weirdest thing, THE REALIZATION THAT I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING IT. Then cam out the games, fucking hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to meet my friend from Qatar, Ibs. We went to a nice reastaurant in Knightsbridge. It was good. I had Kouzi and Ibs had kebabs JoJeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today is shopping again, and its just spo nice to sleep and eat, I also went to the gym yesterday with my bro and tomorow I have Yoga at Canary Warf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116730876533502402?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116730876533502402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116730876533502402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/london-cold.html' title='London Cold.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116670980651567236</id><published>2006-12-21T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:03:26.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-25.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;il=1&amp;channel=8523813&amp;site=widget-25.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8523813&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p1/8523813/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8523813&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p2/8523813/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116670980651567236?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116670980651567236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116670980651567236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116634054960130253</id><published>2006-12-16T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:29:18.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doha Asian Games, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/945351/dec%2006%20286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/402228/dec%2006%20286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/100726/dec%2006%20295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/983856/dec%2006%20295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/575042/dec%2006%20297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/846590/dec%2006%20293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/320/235500/dec%2006%20293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Games of Your Lifes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is probably the truest thing i have ever heard, the Games of your Life. Well what with the roads all pulled up, all the diversions, and no turning left.. Have you noticed that you can never turn left.... its so weird hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I thought David Atkins put on an amzing feast for the Eye'e. The Closing ceremony was way better than the Opening, probablt down to not raining, infact the weather was amazing, not even cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with my friends and they thought it was super. Did you know that the screen behind is the biggest in the world. Madonna previously held the record. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well done all you. I have a lot of friends at the Asian games, and I am going to be really sad to see them all go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116634054960130253?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116634054960130253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116634054960130253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/doha-asian-games-2006.html' title='Doha Asian Games, 2006'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116591039223229752</id><published>2006-12-11T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:59:52.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I couldnt sleep, it was so annoying as I had recently just started sleeping well, and regular.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/14680/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/432977/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was dozing on and off whilst having vivid dreams. The strange thing is, most of my dreams come true. Our dreams combine verbal, visual and emotional stimuli into a sometimes broken, nonsensical but often entertaining story line, me personally, its only the bad dreams that come true. It is said that we can sometimes even solve problems in our sleep. Or can we? I have searched the net, and many experts disagree on exactly what the purpose of our dreams might be. Are they strictly random brain impulses, or are our brains actually working through issues from our daily life while we sleep -- as a sort of coping mechanism? Should we even bother to interpret our dreams? Many say yes, that we have a great deal to learn from our dreams.&lt;br /&gt; One of the theories that I liked when I reserached this was of Dr. Freuds, who's theories are based on the idea of repressed longing -- the desires that we aren't able to express in a social setting. Dreams allow the unconscious mind to act out those unacceptable thoughts and disires.  How many theories can we beleive. Some say your dreams are the opposite of what you feel or will even happen, eg- death menas birth, marriage divorce, or even vice versa. I guess one way of knowing how you dream, and how much of it is relevant is to keep a journal or diary, write down your dreams everyday and after a while you may see some practices or patterns happening. I guess your dreams have  a large part of what you are feeling or thinking when you actually go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I ended a friendship that was not really working anymore, it was more of a bother than it was a pleasure. It has basically come to a natural end, and was so for a few months, then I dont know why, but was thinking about h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116591039223229752?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116591039223229752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116591039223229752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-night-i-couldnt-sleep-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116590795587098543</id><published>2006-12-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:19:15.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/160895/D&amp;G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/571997/D%26G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will be looking out for these new shirts. D&amp;G never lets you down. Ive just had a quick preview of the 2007 summer collection, it looks to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have kinda turned a corner this year and reverted to the Red Indian theme. Amazing paterns, busy shirts. They have also followed last years craze of pairing sets of long necklaces with cool pendants or feather?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out Sallam at the Mall. I am coming your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116590795587098543?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116590795587098543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116590795587098543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-in.html' title='What&apos;s In........................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116547570862535817</id><published>2006-12-06T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:21:59.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun or Rain.........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/391845/dec%2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/526864/dec%2006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant work out if it is Summer or Winter. I put on a Te-shirt and freeze to death, so I put on a jumper and sweat like a hipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the change-over. Some nights I snuggle up into bed with the covers wrapped tight around me, other nights im laying on top of the covers with the A/C on full blast. Hat or cap, te-shirt or jumper, shorts or jeans, jesus- too many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining hard today, this country (Qatar) was not made for the rain, the lack of, if any drains is a disaster, basically I was knee high in water this morning getting to my car. Its dull and reminds me of London. Anyway I guess there are few things to be excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the pool, and the sun, I thought I loved the winter, especially in Qatar, but no no. I am definetly not likeing this.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116547570862535817?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116547570862535817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116547570862535817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/sun-or-rain.html' title='Sun or Rain.........................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116538834220789427</id><published>2006-12-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:59:02.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Written Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/932460/dec%2006%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/299583/dec%2006%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Friend, Brother, Clubbing Buddy......&lt;br /&gt;This is now your written warning, you have had a verbal and now is your written warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and fed up with your bad time mangement and consistent lack of communication with change of plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you dude, alot. I seriously do. You are great, fun and very genuine. But why do you always change your plan on every occasion, its so annoying and really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further misconduct of this kind shall result in a rethink of our brotherhood. Take it easy dude, just playing with ya............  but as they say, half a joke is always true........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116538834220789427?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116538834220789427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116538834220789427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/final-written-warning.html' title='Final Written Warning'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116538784306309627</id><published>2006-12-05T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:50:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good By Rainy Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/717664/dec%2006%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/772459/dec%2006%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets just say it rained all day long. I was recently in Dubai for an amazing video shoot for an advert you will all be seeing shortly. The effects are going to be amazing and probably require a stunt man from South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is confirmed for the 21st, and hopfully it will be a very merry xmas with the peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116538784306309627?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116538784306309627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116538784306309627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-by-rainy-monday.html' title='Good By Rainy Monday'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116514938231402495</id><published>2006-12-03T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:36:22.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAY FROM HOME</title><content type='html'>Back and Forth from Dubai like a Nutter................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/1600/257463/dec%2006%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8119/2197/400/236538/dec%2006%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys I just want to update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai from 26- 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai from 3-5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London from 23-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York from 28-3rd Tentative.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait from 6-9th Jan 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling is the best and most easy way to learn, to experience culture. To meet new people and to open yourself, or expose yourself to new horizons and situations. I would love to just leave it all behind and go travelling. I really should just save enough to just leave work, and explore the unexplored, to search ones inerself. Well enought of this day dreaming and off top the conference for another fruitfull meeting before I catch my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA PEEPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116514938231402495?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116514938231402495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116514938231402495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/away-from-home.html' title='AWAY FROM HOME'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116402207305328246</id><published>2006-11-20T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:27:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Write Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/omaroDEC%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/omaroDEC%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry guys, I have been receiving your email, asking for an update, and i promise i shall do so, just give me a day or two. I have so many projects going on at the mo. Anyway I am off to Dubai for work soon, so will have a chance to do some writing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats new, well changed the Car, had my friends over from Dubai, and Bahrain, and now have a few work engagements in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my car again, and am planning a trip in December, probably London and maybe New York. Anyway will write it all up soon, I have lots to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116402207305328246?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116402207305328246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116402207305328246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-write-soon.html' title='Will Write Soon'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116219004498671186</id><published>2006-10-29T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:54:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have cut it all off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Chedi%202006,%20Oman%20150.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Chedi%202006%2C%20Oman%20150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Chedi%202006,%20Oman%20100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The New Me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Chedi%202006,%20Oman%20150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally gone and done it. I have cut it all off, so you guys, (you know who you are) stop complaining. I know, it really was overdue. I can’t believe I allowed my hair to get so long. Just look at the difference, I look so young again, in fact I really feel like the old Omar. If the truth be told, it was so difficult, always having to blowdry and spend time on every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Last week. Now, as of Yesterday the 29th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116219004498671186?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116219004498671186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116219004498671186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-cut-it-all-off.html' title='I have cut it all off.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-116056368753975553</id><published>2006-10-11T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:48:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London I miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/DSC02950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/DSC02950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so missing London these days. Although I cant wait for the Eid holidays, I have a few little trips planned. I love winter, but I also love summer. I am definetly a pool person. My cousin keeps telling me to get out of the sun. She says my skin is goingto be like leather in 5 years. But to be honest I cant think of anything better than laying in the sun, reading a book whilst sipping on a mint coctail. But she is right, to much sun really does ruin your skin.  I am sorry that I have not updated my blog recently. So so busy at work, so many documents to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during the Eid, whilst I am at the pool, ill be sure to start writing again. I have some interesting topics in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-116056368753975553?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116056368753975553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/116056368753975553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/london-i-miss-you.html' title='London I miss You'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115823946563894244</id><published>2006-09-14T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:11:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yES THE ANSWER IS yES yES Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115823946563894244?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823946563894244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823946563894244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-answer-is-yes-yes-yes_14.html' title=''/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115823946448524512</id><published>2006-09-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:11:04.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yES THE ANSWER IS yES yES Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115823946448524512?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823946448524512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823946448524512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-answer-is-yes-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115823842163608539</id><published>2006-09-14T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:53:41.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Can Say................Cross Your Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/omar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/omar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys wish me luck. I want to get this shoot for a big company, cant say much now, but will let you know in due time. By the way ShooShoo, mabrook, it is amazing, I am sure we will spend many good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115823842163608539?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823842163608539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823842163608539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-can-saycross-your-fingers.html' title='Who Can Say................Cross Your Fingers'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115823781192220049</id><published>2006-09-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:19:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Patootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/mash%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/mash%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Mashool.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Mashool.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halla Wallah.......&lt;br /&gt;Hey MashMash....... How ya doing. This is an Tribute to you Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the man of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Mash if you have a read down this page you will see that I feature some cool peeps. Well you are one of them, you are cool, and from Saudi, how can that be, na just messing. Anyway this pic reminds me of summers in Cannes and chilling at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about you is your third language. It is truly amazing that you have aquired and thought others a new way of speaking (heheh), what with your Catie Patootie, ya Katkootie and you calling cab drivers Bubba. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I like your style, keep with the colours man, love the Green lime blazer. Mash, stay cool, and stop texting when your in your lecture, studying in the UK is a vertue to be respected, whatever.............lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mash I am sitting in my office thinking about your Pasta with Pesto sauce. Yulla dude, take care and see you soon, this one is for you................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115823781192220049?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823781192220049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115823781192220049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/cutie-patootie.html' title='Cutie Patootie'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115822403731398371</id><published>2006-09-14T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:09:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 : What Face Am I Wearing ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/faces%20of%20omar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/faces%20of%20omar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Different Sides of a Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I., recently I had another long, yet very interesting conversation with my cousin. This time it was all about the different sides of a person, and their personality. Do you know that it is rare to find someone who is the same, all of the time, with everyone. We usually put on different faces and personalities to suit the needs or the expectations of the other. Now forget the idea of showing off, or acting. I mean really adjusting to different types of people, knowledge and surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am good at this, as per my cousin. I am not so sure. I, as she has said can deal with people of all walks of life, whether they be royal, your average Joe blogs, right down to the cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I started hanging out with a group of westerners, for you guys who know me, I usually hang out and chill with mostly Arabs, but I did start the whole western thing. You know you all pay separate at the bar, in restaurants and stuff. You don’t call late at night, you don’t just drop by their house without an appointment (you have to be invited) nothing wrong with all this you hear, it’s just different. It took a bit of getting my head around. But the biggest difference I noticed, and here is the subject, (Emotion) we as Arabs, or who have Arab blood, have so much emotion, or should I say, show so much emotion. I am not suggesting that we are true in the emotion we portray or give, but none the less, we show it much more. I never realized how much emotion we have, and that was very evident in my relations with this new group. They say the British are a cold bunch. Somehow we are. That’s because we have lived in a cold society where we as kids were thought not to speak to strangers, and why- well because in England many bad crimes happy daily, from rape to murder. It’s not safe to speak with strangers. You may ask yourself why there is so much crime in these countries, well lack or religion and faith may come into the arena, but that is another subject, or debate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Emotions. Emotions are very important, they basically drive everything in your life, from the buzz you feel, to the excitement something brings, down to the thought of emotion you might feel by doing something wrong, that is what stops you, knowing what you may feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westerners are tough, they don’t show their feeling so much, not openly. They suppress them, and I am only speaking from experience. I think that being able to open your mind and not judge is probably the best asset anyone can have. I certainly don’t have that ability yet. I am working on it. I always judge, not verbally, but always internally. Now by not judging you are learning, because you are opening yourself up to new ideas, people, culture, conditions, heritage, history, even the future. Don’t judge, can we do that. Now its all intertwined, we are using emotions to judge people, what drives us, is it our emotions, or our judgments, we judge a person, create a profile and then act a certain way because we believe that is the way they should be treated. Do we show the workers here in Qatar respect, only some of us? Generally we are rude, and impolite, its evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two to Follow; it will all come together-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115822403731398371?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115822403731398371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115822403731398371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/part-1-what-face-am-i-wearing.html' title='Part 1 : What Face Am I Wearing ???'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115702457834107249</id><published>2006-08-31T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T04:42:58.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanned and Toned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/IMG_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/IMG_0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pearl Lounge at the Marriott................still got a tan......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/omar%20pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/omar%20pearl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a good night we had at the Pearl on Wednesday, and it was a school night, lol, Ill drink to that. Does anyone still wear a hat. All I can say is "have you seen how dirty my shoes are in the pic above. You can tell alot by the appearnce of ones shoes, these are my cowboy boots bought for me by my dear old friend in Lebanon in 2002, next article: Have Cowboy Boots Made a Come Back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115702457834107249?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115702457834107249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115702457834107249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/tanned-and-toned.html' title='Tanned and Toned'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115615210328229799</id><published>2006-08-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:21:43.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolce &amp; Gabanna... I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/omar%20D%26G%20I%20want%20this..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/THOBE%20GUTRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/THOBE%20GUTRA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This look is amazing. I love these new looks by Dolce &amp; Gabanna. I want the Te-shirt on the right. But I want it in black, cant wait to get to selfridges, or Salah could you please take notice, I need it in small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new open collar, no neck shirts are amazing, especially if you building you chest up.............Check out the new Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna collection, it is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115615210328229799?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115615210328229799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115615210328229799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/dolce-gabanna-i-love-you.html' title='Dolce &amp; Gabanna... I love you'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115607620720646348</id><published>2006-08-20T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:16:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/me%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/me%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mohammed, this picture makes me laugh, you look so calm and cool. It reminds me of this summer when you were in my brother's car, and I was driving, the  Audi tt, (manual) and I was driving like a lunatic, because I dont drive manual.  The roof was down and your hair was everywhere, and you thought you were going to die, do you also remember what happened near knightsridge, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with Manual Cars: WHY O WHY&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand why people buy cars with manual transmission, all that work, effort and concentration.  Jesus, how do you manage to text....oopppppppss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car like above, the Bentley C. I am sure Mohammed will give you discount, heheheheheheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115607620720646348?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115607620720646348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115607620720646348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-car.html' title='Great Car'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115607491658395352</id><published>2006-08-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:55:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Minds......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Thobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Thobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal, I just want to say a big welcome to Qatar.....................you and Gav are great. I have had a blast hanging out with you guys. It is very rare to meet people who are so open to different cultures, reliogions and societies, and what I have seen from the both of you, is a will to try and understand and integrate into what must be a very big shock Culturally. I have seen you mix with the workers, the tea boys, the labourers and basically anyone, regardless of their background, colour, job or nationality. I like the way you always ask me questions about Islam, about womans rights in Islam, about the food and the culture. Your eagerness to know and undertsand is refreshing. I think you and Gav are a great pair. I am always here if you ever need anything...............Tea was good at the Ritz yesterday, shame Gav couldnt come.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115607491658395352?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115607491658395352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115607491658395352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/open-minds.html' title='Open Minds......'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115555550094169749</id><published>2006-08-14T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:38:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Von Dutch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/CapsHomePageRev3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/CapsHomePageRev3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Von Dutch, that was last year, this year we have the amazing designs of Ed Hardy, these caps are amazing being worn by Madonna, Tom, Paris Hilton, and Van Deisiel to name a few. Check them out at Selfridges. I picked one up in Paris a few montsh ago, the black special edition with the Dragaon. Looks best when you wear a simple black te-shirt .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115555550094169749?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115555550094169749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115555550094169749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/bye-bye-von-dutch.html' title='Bye Bye Von Dutch'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115555297500735796</id><published>2006-08-14T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:03:47.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk .................you what</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/london%202006%20278.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Is Punk back. Well in the last couple of years and seasons even, we have had the whole Hippy, Grunge, Funk, Glamour, Retro and now it seems some how that Punk is coming back. Doing the whole club circuit while I was in London this summer, I noticed that tight jeans, ripped te-shirts and bold colours are back in again. I was at Tramps and China Whites and found that the DJ's were punk, man woman who knows, they were really expressive individuals who have a statment to make, bold fashion at its best. Fashion is often used as a persons outlook, on how they feel, or see themselfs, it alsways makes a statement. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/punk%20is%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/punk%20is%20back.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Converse, who would of thought that they could make a coome back, well they are in a big way. I managed to get my hands on a pair of special edition army style ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldnt belive my eyes when I would walk around and see these guys wearing skin tight jeans and shirts. Has fashion gone to far, should we just leave it to the girls. I guess we have really gone full circle now, I mean punk was about 10 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, do you have a pair of converse, No, well go and get a pair, they are well hip. Forget about the tight jeans, you got to have the right body to get away with them.......................heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115555297500735796?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115555297500735796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115555297500735796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/punk-you-what.html' title='Punk .................you what'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115554970397779422</id><published>2006-08-14T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:01:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/My%20dream%20watch.0.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/My%20dream%20watch.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am not sure what it is that I love about this watch. But many of the people who know me will tell you that for the past two years I have been talking about this watch. I absolutely love this Chanel J12 watch for some reason.  I have come so close to buying it, and have bought many watches since seeing this one; however I have never actually made the purchase. I have been to the store, even tried it on, and also located the cheapest version, but just never bought it, deciding to just keep it on my wish list for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do I love about it, well it kind of goes against all time piece rules? I mean the material for a start is porcelain, which has never been used before, it is also white which is weird, I mean when have ever seen a white watch. It’s beautiful in every form. I love everything about it, it’s so graceful and yet humble in the same time. Get a tan, get a J12 and let the two just mould together. I think the plain ones look better than the ones with Diamonds. Anyway what do you love? and why..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/My%20dream%20watch.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/My%20dream%20watch.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/My%20dream%20watch.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115554970397779422?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115554970397779422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115554970397779422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/chanel.html' title='Chanel'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115546298300522786</id><published>2006-08-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:15:42.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>What are you looking for, an idealism, a place to fit in, happiness- well in the world we live in today, these concepts are hard to define, what is happiness, is it a state of mind, how long can it last for. We have so many emotions and so many options, that we probably no longer know what we want, it keeps changing, and as soon as you think you know what it is you want, your bombarded with another set of options, that all come with their own obstacles,. What am I on about? Well recently my close cousin asked me if this was it, was this what life had to offer. Now let me explain a little about her. She is this funky, fun living urban girl, who to some may have a lot, she is good looking (that will get me some brownie points), she is smart, has a good job, a nice car, and a great family that love her to bits. But, and here is the But… she’s looking for more. More of what, well we don’t know, but what we do know is that their must be more, more fun, more excitement, more experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the same, we are constantly looking for the next high, to be honest we are lucky in the sense that we both have the ability to make friends easier than most, we both have been lucky in the sense that we have traveled a lot and seen many great sights, we were privileged in that we were brought up in London where we both completed our studies. But we still are not satisfied. We are ambitious, but as soon as we reach our goals, we suddenly don’t care for it anymore. We try to tell ourselves, Ilhamduillah, but we still always want more, and sometimes seep into this sorrow state of feeling sorry for ourselves. We understand that there are wars going on around the world, and that there are children without food, but none the less we feel sad, and wish we had done more with our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look for Happiness, you will never find it. That has been said many times over. Does happiness come when you’re a father, mother or grandparent? I can’t wait that long. I want it now. I want instant happiness. And it does happen, Ill be driving and thinking about all that I have. I am not rich, but I have most things and more, I don’t live in an amazing villa, but I have a bed and nice things surrounding me, I don’t have a rolls Royce, but I have a nice car that works, and takes me to nice places, and I say to myself, wow- I am lucky, Why would I want more, is it human nature to want more all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my cousin to just take it easy, to relax and let life unfold on its own, as it always does; Allah protects and guides us in every way. He never presents a situation that we are unable to deal with. Allah always knows what is best, and if it is supposed to be- then it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest and most meaningful things my cousin ever said to me was a very wise and passionate little tale. I was sad about someone close to me leaving, and she said to me, you know Omar, every person that comes into your life, is their for a reason, to teach you, to show you, to make you realize something, and you for them, they are their for a certain reason, for a certain time, and when they go, you shouldn’t feel sad, or pain, or cheated, or even angry, even if it was a relationship or a short term affair, that situation has happened for a reason, and people go and come all the time, into one anothers life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot to take on board, but its true when they say you can’t plan love, or friendships, they just happen, and suddenly bring you happiness and vice versa, pain. We need pain, otherwise how would we appreciate happiness, or joy. The sweet is never as sweet unless you have tasted the sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear cousin, your great, don’t be sad, you have so many great things coming your way, always live with hope, what’s around the corner, we will never know, but it could change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much. By the way I am far to tired to do a spell check so please ignore the mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115546298300522786?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115546298300522786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115546298300522786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115545942012897691</id><published>2006-08-13T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:57:00.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy or Sane...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Salah%20Watches%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Salah%20Watches%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “One person's crazyness is another person's reality”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I crazy, ok- just a little bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have noticed that recently, yeah I am a little different from the rest. I have what would be considered weird out looks on certain subjects, I have very outspoken views on many topics. I have unconventional methods of dealing with certain situations, and of course I blurt out whatever is in my head, (withoud thinking first). I am self critical. I know I have many downfalls. But I also think that my crazyness is a nice feature. I do things out of the ordinary, and I get excited at the smallest things in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mohammed said to me recently "Your Crazy", and I said really, and he said  "Shiwayaa" meaning a little. It got me thinking. Yes I am, but dont we all have a little crazyness inside us. We all do and say things that maybe the other wouldnt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love being spontaneous and courageous and seeing things and views from the other side, it puts a spin on what can somties be a very boring subject, situation or task.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haveing a little bit of weirdness creates interest, it also creates dialogue, which is always good. next time you are having a converstion or argument or even an internal though, just reverse it, think the opposite, or just be on the other side, see where it takes you. Be a little risky sometimes, take the risk, you may fail, but I am sure you will get a quick high...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoo, if your ready, your crazy............in a good way..............well just a little..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115545942012897691?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545942012897691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545942012897691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-or-sane.html' title='Crazy or Sane...................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115545796307213134</id><published>2006-08-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:32:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats It All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/london%202006%20280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/london%202006%20280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How old am I, keep getting asked for ID everywhere I go. Its annoying and frustrating, but also a compliment. I like looking younger than I am, except from 8 - 3pm on a weekday, when I am at work, holding meetings, or attending conferences. I hate the weird looks, as if to say why are you not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loosing my hair, thats a good give away sign. As you will notice, I am wearing hats a lot more often. People keep saying, dont wear them, its bad for your hair, it can not breath, how much of this is true. Can some one pplease do some reserach and give me the facts. They say dont use gel, it makes your hair fall out, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had a few spots, people would say dont drink coca cola, stop eating chocolate, how much of this is balloney. I hate when peopel try to give you advice that is not factual and more over, just old wifes tales as they say in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look young, but I am old enough to know when you guys are chatting rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out dude, I only asked you for your ID. hehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115545796307213134?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545796307213134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545796307213134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-it-all-about.html' title='Whats It All About'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115545729315161963</id><published>2006-08-13T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:21:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON -2006-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/london%202006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/london%202006%20369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/london%202006%20369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/london%202006%20413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/london%202006%20413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totaly having fun,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;London, summer 2006. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had such a blast with the guys. We were out all the time, one particuluar night that stands out was the night at Tramps where I met up with the man from Dubai, Mohammed Habtoor who is currently still having a cool time in london, shopping, clubing and dining. Mohammed if your reading this, I want to tell you how jealouse I am that you are having an affair with my city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khalifa, I have got more pics, will send them to you later. Have fun at the madonna concert.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My point is, I realy miss london, normally I am happy to get back to good old Doha, but on this trip I wanted to stay, and now I am back, I feel the same way. London is just so busy and full of everything, crazy people, smart people, trendy people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was in London, me and Mohammed went for dinner, and met these three great and very funny ladies, who were visiting London. They took a few pics, and If your reading this, please send them to us. You have our email addresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115545729315161963?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545729315161963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115545729315161963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/london-2006.html' title='LONDON -2006-'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115439067608378187</id><published>2006-07-31T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:24:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/SALAH%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/SALAH%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cutie Patuti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/SALAH%202006%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look moody. I am not a moody person. Isnt it funny how we see ourselfs compared to how others do. Infact how we see ourselfs -is not who we actually are. We see ourselfs the way we want to be seen, but actually only after asking and listening to several people comment on yourself can you find the most common traits that you display, and realize what kind of a person you display, and worst of all, you could actually end up realising that YOU ARE NOT THE PERSON YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Recently in a couple of clubs in London, and bars, I was told by a few people that I come accross snobby or arrogant, now I totally do not see that characteristic within my being, but it was told to me by more than three people, and if I can remember correctly it was said to me a couple of years back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is that how I am portrayed, is that who I am. Maybe I am snobbish, I dont mean to be- or do I. Am I lieing to myself. I dont know. I definetly have no right to be. I am just an ordinary person, I have not achieved anything amazing to put me ahead of anyone else. So, you know what, take the chance to ask a few people how they perceive you, ask them to be honest and really listen to what they say--- it could be a real eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Rocks Guys..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115439067608378187?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115439067608378187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115439067608378187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115438990513660368</id><published>2006-07-31T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:38:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moaning, Even in London.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/SALAH%202006%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/SALAH%202006%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems that my hair is far to long, according to my father..... well to be honest I have been meaning to cut it for the last ten days and just have not had the time. It has been such a blast spending part of my vacation in London, however according to my father, who has spread the word around the family that I have not even spent an evening at home. I mean come on- I spend most of the year in Qatar working very hard, and when I finally get to civilization again I am expected to sit around and listen to the entire family lecture me on marriage, saving, and the principles of fashion, what not to wear mainly. I have hardly wore a single garment of clothing that was packed in my suitcase. Family, you got to love them. Just cant live with them......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;London has been so cool, to be honest the first few days were overwhelming, I had so many friends in town, that I spent most of my time running from one place to another, trying to catch up with everyone, Im leaving tomorrow and still have not cought up with my uni friends or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guess what I have also been force fed for the last ten days. I have been eating in some rather wonderfull and stylish places, but seem to have to endure the pain staking habit that has occured of eating again when I get home, no matter what time that may be. Apparently I am very skiny and on the verge of becoming a weakling. I love the food at home, but could do without three servings of rice, lamb and chicken, every single day.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stop moaning and say Illhamduillah..........a wallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115438990513660368?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115438990513660368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115438990513660368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/moaning-even-in-london.html' title='Moaning, Even in London.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115217866465333415</id><published>2006-07-06T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:37:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Picture%20533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Is that the truth, what am I. I love it, burgers, pizza, pepsi, coke. I love chips, and curry, and mayo, I cant get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really what I am, PROCESSED, Starch, artificial. What should I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115217866465333415?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217866465333415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217866465333415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='&quot;YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT&quot;'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115217789266247822</id><published>2006-07-06T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:24:52.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want these in my Hummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/advertising..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/advertising..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out guys and dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Is it an air bag or an affair bag? This new advertisement takes life saving air bags to a new and sexy height. Far to explicit to do or expose here in Qatar. But this is what real advertising is all about. The usually dull bags which inflate upon impact have caused controversy in the past over the fact that they actually can harm you upon inflation, personally after my car accident, if there wasnt an airbag, I wouldnt be here writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These new bags are bound to cause even further controversy. Clever, funny and edgy , the campaign takes to the highways in a most 'revealing' manner. PLease update me guys of any new ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115217789266247822?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217789266247822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217789266247822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-these-in-my-hummer.html' title='I want these in my Hummer'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115217614441468015</id><published>2006-07-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:15:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it all about .................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My modesty, My integrity&lt;br /&gt;So don’t judge me,&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see, I am Omar the crazy and happy, I am full of enerygy, a guy that loves to create, and draw, and laugh and help, and express his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t you just accept me", it would be much easier. I am over exagerated, I am over thoughtfull and very respondent.&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t I just be me” I cant change, ive tried. I can improve, wont that do.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again you speak of democracy&lt;br /&gt;Yet you rob me of my liberty, All I want is equality&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you just let me be free, or just leave me.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115217614441468015?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217614441468015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217614441468015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-it-all-about.html' title='What&apos;s it all about .................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-115217280471978448</id><published>2006-07-06T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:00:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/writing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/writing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a grain on the beach, like a star in the sky. Do you ever feel that you have been left behind. Have you ever been out shun by a sibling or even lived in the shadow of some one else’s dream. Working towards their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just listening to Ashley Simpson; she has a song out that talks about this subject. I started thinking that its quite surreal, the subject of sibling rivalry, you may not consciously know that its even going on. I mean our parents love us whatever, but we always want to make them proud of us. I personally used to always be the good one, the one who would do the right thing, who got the best school report. Even now, although I have reached a reasonably respectable position career wise, my younger brother seems to have achieved a lot more, financially, emotionally and stability wise is much more settled. I am so happy for him, and insha"Allah" want him to have more great success in everyway possible, but would also like to have the same stability that he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always seems to know what he wants and then works towards achieving it. I on the other hand have a very low concentration span, am artistically more active, and seldom stay with one idea for more than a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes myself and my cousin have the same topic of conversation which holds the title "what do you strongly believe in, strong enough to fight for" and it seems that we both don’t feel strongly enough about anything, nothing. We both find this kind of unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, do you ever consider how circumstances have changed since you were a student compared to students these days I mean the resources available to my brother compared to me are miles apart. The kind of support and assistance given to my brother by my parents far outweighs anything I was given. No bad feeling their honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have to assess where you are according to your circumstances and your options, and opportunities, not to another person. They have surely had many different variables which has allowed or given them structure to where they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-115217280471978448?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217280471978448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/115217280471978448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/whos-dream.html' title='Who&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114976111003001597</id><published>2006-06-08T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:06:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Nice Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/beautiful.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so true. Lets accept each other for who we are. Lets learn to appreciate each others ideas, and thoughts. lets learn from each others cultures and religions, lets enjoy the best of everything. Living a healthy and fruitfull life with adventure and joy is not only compelling but very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114976111003001597?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114976111003001597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114976111003001597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-nice-words.html' title='What Nice Words'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114941011820200310</id><published>2006-06-04T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:35:18.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Complicated..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/mixed%20pics%20from%20the%20weekend.%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/mixed%20pics%20from%20the%20weekend.%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;What does being COOL mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I take care of myself. I make sure that I go to the gym, not to build muscle, but to make sure that I am not putting weight on. I wera good clothes, not to show off, but because I beleive in quality and buying the best that I can afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I generally try to interect with all types of people, yound old, male female, all nationalities, sects, and religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I drive a good car and go out quite a lot, I watch the latest movies and purchase the newest phones, gadgets and watches. I generally have good relationships with the people i know and work with. I pay attention to my family, friends and collegues needs, trying to help out when I can, or just share laughs. But- and this is the But,, BUT AM I COOL.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No, being cool is not all of the above, being a cool person means to me (when you are content with who you are and what you beleive in, when you no longer feel that you have to prove yourself, and when i say that I mean prove yourself to yourself.- you are who you are and am proud of it) when you are confident that you are what you say you are, basically because that is who you really are, lol, it is complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/21699107-114941011820200310?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114941011820200310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114941011820200310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-complicated.html' title='This is Complicated..................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114940799360748275</id><published>2006-06-04T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:01:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think about the INTERCON Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Ritz%20084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Ritz%20084.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;What do you think about the InterCon Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;They refused me entrance to the reastaurant stating I was not wearing a collar. They rejected my spa membership saying that the Spa was full. They would not allow me and my friends into Paloma, saying we needed a girl each to get it. What is the deal. The Intercon is probably the worst looking hotel in Qatar, they have no reception, hardly a lobby- and the staff are so stuckup..........................whatever.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114940799360748275?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114940799360748275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114940799360748275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-you-think-about-intercon-hotel.html' title='What do you think about the INTERCON Hotel'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114940676285773628</id><published>2006-06-03T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:50:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up on Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/mixed%20pics%20from%20the%20weekend.%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/mixed%20pics%20from%20the%20weekend.%20031.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Giving Up on Anger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anger seems to be more and more common in our society. Living in London all of my life, I have seen anger al over, in the streets, at school, college, in the papers and even on the tv. We read of (and experience) road rage. Wherever we go, we encounter angry people. This anger, more or less violent in expression, arising from real or imagined slights, offenses, misconduct, differences in people of other ages, races, sexes, modes of dress and the like, often appears baseless and is therefore more frightening. I certainly know that I have alot of anger, and for the most stupid reasons ever. I seem to just carry this heavyweight of mixed emotions around. Expressions of anger are more and more often misdirected, directed at people who have nothing whatever to do with the cause of the anger. I someties wonder where all this anger comes from. Our society here in Doha is experiencing major changes and I believe the stress which inevitably accompanies change is a major cause of anger. We can no longer rely on history to guide us; it seems that we must confront a different world every day! I had a friend who noted that we were always told as schoolchildren that the one thing nobody could ever take away from you is your education- now your legislature, your sponser(especially here in Qatar)- your employer, the rapid changes occurring in society can take away your education and unsettle everything you relied on to get you through each day.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I find that I am often angry: I am angry at people who get in my way on the road, I am angry at co-workers who interfere with my progress, I am angry at women and men, young and old, neighbors and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, two solutions to my anger presente themselves. The first is that realization that anger only makes things worse, that my anger only hurts me. When a reaction only makes things worse, we need to change the reaction. The second is related to the first, the conscious effort to control my anger. I discovered that if I can control the expression of anger, the anger dissipated and that if the anger dissipated I can more easily deal with the problem that leads to my anger. By not giving in to my anger and joining in violent confrontations, I become less and less angry, to the point where I never get angry at all. And by giving up anger, I am finding that I can solve problems more easily, I have fewer problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give to everyone an inner voice, a voice which constantly repeats calm down, don't be angry, cool off, count to ten, bite your tongue or whatever words work to reduce anger. The lives of all of us who would otherwise be the target of anger would be better. Perhaps more importantly, the lives of the people who would otherwise be angry would be better......Omar just calm down, keep repeating it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114940676285773628?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114940676285773628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114940676285773628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/06/giving-up-on-anger.html' title='Giving Up on Anger'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114845357553759995</id><published>2006-05-23T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:52:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A helping Hand...........I am the KING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/Picture%20039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the King of Procrastination ...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are dozens of tricks for psyching yourself out of a perceived writing slump, and I have been given them all by fellow writers, but you eventually learn that blocks are sometimes there for a theoretically plausible reason — because you really haven’t figured out what you’re trying to say yet, I always suffer crippling anxiety and dread about even committing the “Shitty First Draft” So, as with the programming example, my brain beats itself up for being such a laggard and I stay locked in creativity-sapping inaction. But the truth is I am  probably working on it already. The only way to find out is to start someplace. Anyplace.&lt;br /&gt;We usually have more than enough information to just start most any job. We shouldnt begin by fussing about perfection or the “right” place to start, we should just start.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you’ve truly procrastinated even getting to the point where proper gestation and idea seeding can begin, you’re understandably in a bit of trouble. Because now you have to go straight to producing the artifact (the code or the article or whatever) while your brain still craves that extra bit of time to turn it all over. Like they say a pregnancy takes nine months, regardless of how many women you’ve put on the job.&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to find that very first point when some part of your thinking can be converted from uncaptured brain droppings into notes, doodles, outlines, or any kind of markings on a page — even though it’s clearly not ready to be shaped into a deliverable just yet. Whether it’s your unified field theory of physics or a 50-word blog post about the last weekend, or an amazing insight into Education reform, or anything. In my experience, getting that hand in motion tends to really stimulate creativity. The rough draft process is where procrastination is finally displaced by clarity, focus, and a fuller understanding of the relationships between the things that have been collecting in your brain pan.&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you accept a job, whether programming, writing, or what have you, don’t wait to get started in even a seemingly trivial way. Even if you can’t start dedicated work on a big project for a month or two, try reading over the raw materials and background information that you have, just to get the shape and texture of the work. Maybe make a date with the internet, download some research, studies, or even examples, to get some early background info on your topic. For a writing assignment, initially capture 5-10 bullets that you want to make sure to cover, and then add to the list periodically as things occur to you. Who knows what your brain could do with an extra four weeks of active percolation time?&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re sitting there right now procrastinating and catastrophizing: consider how little you have to lose by a few minutes of fast in intended notes on a blank sheet of paper. Take a modest but physical step to get off the dime, and you may be surprised at how much you already have to say. Let me know if you have any thoughts on the matter. I still believe that I hold the title of King Procrastinator though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114845357553759995?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114845357553759995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114845357553759995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/helping-handi-am-king.html' title='A helping Hand...........I am the KING'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114845203950194846</id><published>2006-05-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:27:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will they think of NEXT....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/ipodconcerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/ipodconcerto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always wanted a piano but can’t play? Add a bit of drama to your interiors with this quirky design – What a load of rubbish, lol- anyhow the concerto table, a multipurpose dining table built in the shape of a piano. The Concerto Table is designed to be an integral part of the evening's experience so it also features a mounted base and speaker system for your iPod. Simply open the sound lid in the center of the table to reveal two surface mounted speakers. You can also use this area for storage so the table doubles nicely as a home office desk. Not very mobile, but i like to keep you peeps out their up to date on design...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114845203950194846?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114845203950194846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114845203950194846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-will-they-think-of-next.html' title='What will they think of NEXT....................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114829045975711268</id><published>2006-05-22T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:34:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Deco Hotels.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/hotel...1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/hotel...1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/hotel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/hotel3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trend in hotels with themed rooms seems to be spreading like a rash, a good rash-with hotels in Denmark, UK, Berlin, Paris &amp;amp; Madrid, as well as New York.. The clever concept sees different artists and designers commissioned to fit out each room, or in the case of the Madrid hotel, entire floors. The idea is to give guests a completely different experience to the guest next door. The latest hotel to join in the trend is the Reflections hotel in Bangkok. I would love the chance to stay at one of these, although i do want to stay at the Versaci hotel first. Currently saving up. Each of the 30 rooms has beencreated by a different designer or artist in everything from stylish deco style right through to crazy kitsch, which can make you feel as though you’ve stepped into a fantastical abstract painting. It’s fun and definitely not for the minimal-lovin faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realy want to be an Interior Designer. I would aamze you all.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114829045975711268?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114829045975711268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114829045975711268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-deco-hotels.html' title='Art Deco Hotels.................'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114829099172151914</id><published>2006-05-22T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:43:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Your Desk...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Ritz%20058.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Ritz%20058.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your office space say about you... Are you a Tidy Tina, or a Messy Matt. I am both actually. I have spells of complete madness where you can find anything from my I-pod, to the financial times, along with a backlog of papers that require a simple signature, to the days when I have a super clean very visible serface. What is your desk like, does sacttered papers and files lying around mean your busy or just unorganized, infact a really clean and paperless desk makes me feel like I have no work, or have been doing no work, its strange. I normally have two computers on my desk, along with multiple bottles of water, an I-pod, and lots of newspapers.Anyway tell me about your desk, or even just look around and identify the different stereo types, and tell me, does messy mean busy ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114829099172151914?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114829099172151914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114829099172151914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-and-your-desk.html' title='You and Your Desk...............'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114828733094854579</id><published>2006-05-22T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:42:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Nose...whats next</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/plasticup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/plasticup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clever advertising. I am always on the lookout for new ads and genius marketing strategies. I recently found this one, created by DDB in Canada. It is for a plastic surgeons practice, and this is how he marketed his services, offering potential clients this new and fun concept of having nose surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very- Clever……………………My nose is perfect so I am sticking to StarBucks........lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114828733094854579?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114828733094854579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114828733094854579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-nosewhats-next.html' title='Who Nose...whats next'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114828176382064257</id><published>2006-05-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:09:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>Please excuse the (C) word. No offence intended. I love these cards, and have plenty of people i want to send these to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/cuntcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/cuntcards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has someone you know given birth to a  ugly baby? Are you cheating on your partner and want to find an interesting way in telling them? Is your mother-in-law a cunt ?If you answer yes to any of these questions, you may need to express yourself with a straight to the point greeting card from Australian card company Grating Cards. The range is brutally honest as well as bloody hilarious. With something for everyone, these cards would make the founder of Hallmark roll in his grave, lol. Well I can think of a few people that I would like to send these cards too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114828176382064257?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114828176382064257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114828176382064257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114820088118203370</id><published>2006-05-21T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:41:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beard or No Beard,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Ritz%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/Ritz%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, big news. BIG NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shaved my beard off, probably no big deal,,, yeah to YOU. But for me, its the first time in years. I usualy keep a shaved beard just so i dont look like a complete teenager at work, or in meetings. But on Thursday I was like, what am I doing, I am 27, and look like some hippy freak- so I shaved the lot off, except for a small lightly shaven goatee..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so young though...........thats cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the debate is Should I grow my beard back, takes around 11 hrs, or just keep shaving and get my Boy from next door look back. lol. Let me know...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114820088118203370?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114820088118203370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114820088118203370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/beard-or-no-beard.html' title='Beard or No Beard,'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114795281014317509</id><published>2006-05-18T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:52:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Drained ???????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Ritz%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Ritz%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great nights sleep yesterday. Didnt go into work as I was so so tired. I think the weather is really draining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of draining, a good friend of mine have always had this theory of "Friends", the Drainers and the Energizers-- Those friends who always comment negatively, or always put you down, or even just never want to try anything new, who just spend their lifes doing the same old, same old. Not willing to experience new things, or just push you to, and evolve, to give you the confidence to be a better and more rounded person. Its importnat to note that we all have a Drainer in our life- try to identify who yours are. It really does effect you............ Then you have the Energizer, I am quite lucky to say I have one, she actually works with me, and is a constant Energy for my ideas. She is always pushing me, and encouraging me to pursue certian design ambitions, and so on. These people, Energizers- are people who egg you on to try new things, who inspire you and give you positive words, and are HAPPY for you when you do well...........................Identify your Energizers and Drainers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114795281014317509?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114795281014317509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114795281014317509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-drained.html' title='Feeling Drained ???????????'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114777268966815908</id><published>2006-05-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:48:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want Is A Good Nights Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/sleeping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/sleeping.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems to me that my sleeping habits are becoming more and more erratic as I get older. I used to sleep evry easily in my early twenties and as the years have passed, I seem to sleep less and less. At present I am clocking about 5/6 hours at night- and sometimes and hour after work in the afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can it be that I am stressed, I dont think so, things are pritty good at the momment. work is fine, infact a little slow at the momment. Family is good, and I am about to embark on a few projects that I am quite excited about. So what could it be, is it that I just dont need that much sleep. I have to admit, that unlike before, if I am in bed tossing and turning, I just get up and do other things till I become so tired that I have to sleep. Can anyone shed any light on this. ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114777268966815908?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114777268966815908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114777268966815908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-i-want-is-good-nights-sleep.html' title='All I Want Is A Good Nights Sleep.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114777099812263586</id><published>2006-05-16T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:50:32.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Skin Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/IMG_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is just to hot to bare, it really is starting to soar way up into the early 40's. How will we get thru the summer. I learnt my lesson last week, when I basically baked my skin till it became crispy, and is now peeling off slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do it. We lay out under the scorching sun, allowing the rays to cook us- so that our skin becomes cooked, well done- for a few days of (Tanned skin). To look healthy, yeah really healthy when your skin looks like leather, pigmented and really soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping out of the sun, or at least under the shade protects us from those harmfull ultra violet rays, it keeps us away from all types of skin disease, and keeps our skin, fresh, plump and healthy. So you know what, next time you think about sunbathing just to get a quick tan, think about the effects in the long run, how you will look in ten or fifteen years, no one will remeber your tan then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have well and truly learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's baseball cap, sunglasses and sun factor (30) from now on for me. Get the Message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114777099812263586?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114777099812263586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114777099812263586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/skin-skin-skin.html' title='Skin Skin Skin'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114725345744085590</id><published>2006-05-10T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:39:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE, 27 -29 3- or even 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Ritz%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Ritz%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does age matter. On a recent trip abroad I was asked for my id upon the entrance of a club, is this an insult or a compliment. I would say a compliment. The bouncer asked me if I was 21, to which I replyed "of course" I guess it is cool, not looking your age. Although I do somtimes enter meetings to be welcomed with astonished lookes, or weird facial expressions, as to why this kid is here, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 27 years old, but I do feel like I am 22. I hope that when I am 35 I look like a 25 year old. They say age is how you feel inside, well I feel 22, so that is the end of the story, I am 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel about age?, does it just creep upon you. I sometimes wonder how I got to 27, that is only 13 years away from being 40, now that is an age when you do have to sit and think "hey what am I doing in my life". But then again I guess you are doing what you are doing, why do we always have to meet other poeople's expectations, at 30 we should be married, well no, I dont have to be anything except happy with where and what I am doing. If you are happy and not hurting others, then where is the problem. As Arabs we beleive that we have to get married to make our familys happy, well yes, but not to someone whom we dont want, someone whom they have chosen, for god sake, we are the ones that have to spend our life with them. I like the idea of arranged, but not arranged in the sense of no choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114725345744085590?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114725345744085590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114725345744085590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/age-27-29-3-or-even-40.html' title='AGE, 27 -29 3- or even 40'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114725162541645151</id><published>2006-05-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:00:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My affair with Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/Picture%20203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why do I love Paris so much? I am not sure, it could be the ambience of the city, the language that resembles romance, the architecture- I have always had a love for French renaissance, classical, architecture and furniture. It could be the people, the openness of the self, body and spirit, or just the food. Great clubs and amazing shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I weren’t European-Arab I would love to be French. I love the way they speak, their language is so romantic, the way the words are pronounced. I enjoy the city, the different districts that offer so many cafes and delicatessens that sell stuffed olives, feta cheese or brie along with fresh crusty bread. The Champs Elysée that can be found busy at 3 am. I also love the nightlife, the array of clubs where you can meet personalities of every sect from all over the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you have a couple of days off, hope on a plane and visit Paris.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114725162541645151?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114725162541645151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114725162541645151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-affair-with-paris.html' title='My affair with Paris'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114708944990746505</id><published>2006-05-08T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:58:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone tell me where I can buy her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/perfect%20wife.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/perfect%20wife.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitating on getting married but hey, with this-it does not sound so bad.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114708944990746505?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708944990746505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708944990746505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-someone-tell-me-where-i-can-buy.html' title='Can someone tell me where I can buy her.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114708775062555645</id><published>2006-05-08T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:29:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/DSC_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/DSC_0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have Enough Time For Fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there enough time in your day for fun? Are you able to find moments to laugh at the little things? Are you able to see the joy in your job, you family, and your friends? I am always joking around, it keeps me young. It's healthy to laugh, it does not mean that I dont get my job done, or that I am not seriouse. on the contrary, I take my job very seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too focused on getting things done rather than focusing on what's important to you? Are you too busy checking off items on your to-do list? Are you unable to remember the last time you had fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun is what brightens our world. It gives us a reason to get out of bed everyday. It improves our health, mental well-being, and self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Would You Like To Have More Fun? if so then acknowledge that You Are Not Having Fun&lt;br /&gt;The first step to having fun is admitting that fun is missing. Once you know it's gone, you can take steps to put it back in. Recognize That Life Is Too Short, we say that we understand this, but sometimes our actions are not consistent with our words. If we really understood that we may not be here tomorrow, we would do everything in our power to enjoy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize That We All Make Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we cannot have fun because of guilt we feel from past mistakes. All your guilt does is prevent you from moving forward. It does not matter what you did yesterday. You did the best you could and you should congratulate yourself for trying. I am always making mistakes, I hope that I learn from them. I just put it behind me, and try to  enjoy the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend Time Around Kids,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that fills the heart more than watching kids. (Usually) They enjoy life to the fullest and they do so without inhibitions or restraints. They laugh because they want to. They run because they want to. They roll in the mud, snow, grass, etc. because it feels good. Imagine if you could incorporate that kind of freedom into your day. I bet it would be different.&lt;br /&gt;So take a leaf out of my book, and have fun......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114708775062555645?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708775062555645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708775062555645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-joker.html' title='What a Joker'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114708577131623396</id><published>2006-05-08T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:56:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship....................REL______P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost friend&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months a very close friend of mine has become distant, due to many reasons. However hard you may try losses are inevitable…One day, after an unsatisfactory phone call or after a strained talk at an all-out blowout, you mutter to yourself, "What's wrong? Why am I not feeling he/she is like a friend? Something has gone…has been lost" WHY...Why would a once close friend suddenly, or even gradually, turns into lost friend? Well... Most friendships break for one of three main reasons: a major change such as marriage or a move...neglect...or the betrayal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is motion…all what is our life has to constantly move forward…we have to work, develop, never let it die out…Some friendships die because they aren't moving forward. They die from stagnation or plain neglect. You promised to call but didn't. You knew it was your friend's birthday, but were too busy to celebrate…Think about it. When we're busy, we only do what comes easy, and even good friendships aren't always easy. Lack of attention and concern is sure to cause a rift. And when it does, it almost always catches us off guard, when we least expect it or can least handle it: when we're going through stressful times at school, work, or home that make us less attentive and less able to respond—which is what caused the neglect to begin with. That's why it can seem that the best friendships break precisely when we need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look around yourself. When was the last time you gave your friend back home a call, or sent a card. I have so many friends from my Uni days that I have just lost contact with. Having a network of friends around the world is one of the best things ever. Having instant access to information, cultures and countries is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to call your friends, pay attention to their needs, and surprise them once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am going to try and get a very important friend back, hope your reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114708577131623396?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708577131623396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708577131623396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendshiprelp.html' title='Friendship....................REL______P'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114708541342017468</id><published>2006-05-08T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:50:13.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/Picture%20158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/Picture%20158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed this is just to say Thank You. Me and my friend went to Oman a couple of years back and made some very good friends called Salah and Mohammed. They took us all around Oman and showed us just how nice and generous Omani people can be. In the last few months Mohammed has visited us here in Qatar and alsways takes us out for dinner. I love had an amazing time in Oman, In spite of its rapid modernization, its way of life remains largely traditional and in accordance with conservative Islamic values. With a strong commercial tradition, accumulation of wealth is viewed positively, although the great majority of Omanis were extremely poor until the discovery of oil in the 1960s. The extended family is the basic social unit, headed by its eldest male member. Marriages are arranged, if possible between first cousins but always within the same ethnic and social group. While the sexes are traditionally segregated outside the home, some men and women now work together in private and government offices. Women have entered the professions and now serve on both the police force and the national Consultative Council. So as you can see, its a pritty amazing place and the scenery is just amazing, so much greenerty. Go for a weekend and explore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114708541342017468?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708541342017468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708541342017468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/oman.html' title='Oman'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114708179770272448</id><published>2006-05-08T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:49:57.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these modern times we as people are very busy, I certainly am. I have multiple distractions. Distractions such as cell phones, computers, Ipods and 24/7 television. I am constantly talking. Even when we are listening we are continually chattering in our brain. Formulating an answer, or reacting to what is being said. We all want to talk, but so few wish to listen. We hear what is being said but are we really listening? I often ask myself what is Listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go into this question we can begin with what it is not. Maybe from there we can discover its quality. Listening is not a reaction. Listening is not talking. Listening is not thinking. Listening is not what someone tells you it is. What I mean by that is. You and I could describe it, but that is not listening, that is merely its description. I could describe water to you, however the description of water will not quench your thirst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person is listening there are no reactions. There is no thinking. There is no talking. Listening is not judging. Listening as I see it is a very humble quality. There is no me. There is no what I want to say. Listening is very revealing. Listening to your own thoughts or what others say can be very informative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we lay so much emphasis on the intellect that we close our hearts and remove the beating moment to moment of life, because we are no longer listening. We have filled our lives with knowledge, beliefs, opinions, which lead to prejudgments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of listening is this. When you are not listening you are not learning. When you are not listening you are preventing opportunity. The fact that you do not listen reveals the reality that your mind is closed. When you are not listening you are preventing intelligence. When you are not listening there is nothing new, there are only your reactions. If you wish to live life to its fullest, then listening is vital..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114708179770272448?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708179770272448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114708179770272448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114665975952177978</id><published>2006-05-03T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T05:42:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Weird is This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been dreaming a lot. I am having the most weirdest, but emotionaly enjoying dreams. What does it all mean. I have had a few very bad dreams in the last few years and all of them have come to life, in some form which kind of scares me. It is said that our dreams combine verbal, visual and emotional stimuli into a sometimes broken, nonsensical but often entertaining story line. We can sometimes even solve problems in our sleep. Many of my friends disagree on exactly what the purpose of our dreams might be. Are they strictly random brain impulses, or are our brains actually working through issues from our daily life while we sleep -- as a sort of coping mechanism? Should we even bother to interpret our dreams? Many say yes, that we have a great deal to learn from our dreams. One friend in particuluar, F...... always used to interpret my dreams, creating a whole scenario from which to look at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my most recent dream, which I have had two times, see's me in the role of an important anchor man reporting from a helicopter what seems to be a man living on an island alone, the weird thing is that when I report on the man on the island, I am actually speaking about myself. It is weird and confusing...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your ideas......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114665975952177978?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665975952177978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665975952177978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-weird-is-this.html' title='How Weird is This'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114665726645656217</id><published>2006-05-03T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:20:48.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE YOU COME AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Here you come again&lt;br /&gt;Just when I've begun to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;You waltz right in the door&lt;br /&gt;Just like you've done before&lt;br /&gt;And wrap my heart 'round your little finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you come again&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'm about to make it work without you&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And lie those pretty lies&lt;br /&gt;And pretty soon I'm wonderin' how I came to doubt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you got to do is smile that smile&lt;br /&gt;And there go all my defenses&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it up to you and in a little while&lt;br /&gt;You're messin' up my mind and fillin' up my senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you come again&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' better than a body has a right to&lt;br /&gt;And shakin' me up so that all I really know&lt;br /&gt;Is here you come again &lt;br /&gt;And here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is smile that smile&lt;br /&gt;And there go all my defenses&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it up to you and in a little while&lt;br /&gt;You're messin' up my mind and fillin' up my senses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114665726645656217?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665726645656217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665726645656217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-you-come-again.html' title='HERE YOU COME AGAIN'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114665657223886960</id><published>2006-05-03T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:58:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE  WATCHING OR JUST JUDGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/starfucks.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/starfucks.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cafes are made for coffee; others for meeting up with friends; others to meet new people; still others to sit and read. My favorite cafes, however, are the ones made for people-watching: where you can spend a full afternoon, evening, night, until morning - and then repeat the same routine again - sitting, drinking coffee after coffee, carefully observing everyone who is in the cafe and who walks by. The art of people-watching involves studying the subjects, guessing who they are, where they are coming from, where they are going, what they are doing, what they are thinking. The experienced people-watcher is the same as the amateur social scientist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the best places for peopel watching is the Hagen Daz cafe in Leicester Square or even Pizza Pino on the Champs Elysees during August, or even Le Rendez-Vous des Belges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt.coffee -- the original Internet cafe -- is more like a cafe right down the street from a hostel in Amsterdam than in New York City. The denizens of the cafe, young with their post-grungy look, look like they have just arrived in New York straight from Amsterdam or Prague; they often have. Alt.coffee is the friendlist cafe in Manhattan; I always meet people when I'm there and, more often then not, they have something interesting to tell me. Some days women vastly outnumber men, and some days vice-versa. The great lighting, comfortable couches, strong air conditioning, and the fact that they never kick out make it the perfect place to spend an afternoon or evening reading. Check it out- at 139 Avenue A, New York, NY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114665657223886960?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665657223886960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665657223886960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-watching-or-just-judging.html' title='PEOPLE  WATCHING OR JUST JUDGING'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114665333232034068</id><published>2006-05-03T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:02:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/omarandjen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/omarandjen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Jennifer, as you can see we are haveing some issues. It is our new movie, After Jennifer calls it quits with me, neither one of us is willing to move out of the condo we share. Taking the advice of our repsective friends and confidants (and a few total strangers), we both engage in mental warfare designed to force the other person to flee our premises -- until we both realize that we might be fighting to keep our relationship alive. Go and see it i the movie theaters when it comes out.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114665333232034068?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665333232034068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665333232034068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-latest-movie.html' title='Our Latest Movie'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114665257340244496</id><published>2006-05-03T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:50:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Week.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is rushing to work one day when he is knocked down by a car. When he comes round in the hospital, his wife is sitting next to the bed. He turns to her and says, "When I was unpopular at school, you took the time to get to know me and we started dating. When I failed my degree at university, you were there beside me. When I couldn't get a job through failing my degree, you were there beside me. When I did get a job, the same job I have been doing for 15 years without a pay rise, you were there beside me. I get run over, wake up in the hospital and you are there beside me. I have something I really need to say to you..." Choking back tears, the man's wifemoves to sit on the bed. She gently picks up her husband's hand in hers, "Yes my darling?" she says, "FUCK OFF, YOU BRING ME BAD LUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the bad language...................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114665257340244496?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665257340244496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114665257340244496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/joke-of-week.html' title='Joke of the Week.......'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114664951497707774</id><published>2006-05-03T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:45:14.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/jennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/jennifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me, it is not often that I am star struck or fascinated by certain people, but, and it is a big BUT, I have not been able to stop thinking about this lady for the last few weeks. I have had a Jennifer Aniston DVD marathon, starting with friends, to Derailed, Along Came Poly, Rumour Has It, right down to her Oprah interviews. She comes accross as being so humble in a very sincere and welcoming way. I never found her extremely attractive before, where as now, I am besoted by her looks, her body and even her way of speaking....... "Jennifer where are you," are their any Jennifer look alikes out their- lol . Brad what are you thinking, Anjelina is cute, but you had a real Friend........ what every man needs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114664951497707774?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114664951497707774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114664951497707774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-her.html' title='I want HER'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114660161632297775</id><published>2006-05-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:40:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past........................AF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/inlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/320/inlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past, The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, laughing girls and teasing boys,&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments when, well, there were moments when Present, Go out with you? Why not.&lt;br /&gt;Do I like to dance? Of Course, Take a walk along the beach tonight? I'd love to,&lt;br /&gt;But don't try to touch me, don't try to touch me Cos that will never happen again, Shall we dance.&lt;br /&gt;The future, Tomorrow? well tomorrows a long way off Maybe someday I'll have somebody's hand, Maybe somewhere someone will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket I'm all packed up and I'm on my way and I'm gonna fall in love, But at the moment it doesn't look good At the moment it will never happen again ????????????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114660161632297775?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114660161632297775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114660161632297775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/05/pastaf.html' title='The Past........................AF'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114493032419125460</id><published>2006-04-13T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:12:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so fucking good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/aircraft%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/aircraft%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/aircraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/aircraft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself – air travel is about to get seriously stylish. No more faded brown leather seating and cattle class leg cramps. Cutting edge hotel-style interiors are about revamp a Boeing near you, with a new generation of new ‘boutique’ airlines launching around the world. Last year airline &lt;a href="http://www.eosairlines.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eos &lt;/a&gt;launched its fleet of customized Boeing 757s which boast 48 "suites," including flat bed seats. Partly owned by Alitalia, Italian flight service &lt;a href="http://www.mimaclub.com/Mima/Static/en/flight.html" target="_blank"&gt;MiMa&lt;/a&gt; is set to take the exclusivity of air travel up a notch. MiMa will soon begin service between Milan and New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $4,000 fare will include transport to and from Milan's Linate Airport and concierge service in both cities. If money is no object you can order your own super stylish private jet. Dubbed “Project U,” the personal jet concept is the brainchild of &lt;a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/www.lufthansa-technik.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lufthansa-Technik&lt;/a&gt; and internationally acclaimed design house &lt;a href="http://www.designq.co.uk/en/detail.htm" target="_blank"&gt;"Design Q"&lt;/a&gt;." Together their objective is to create a personal jet interior unique to each jet owner. Customized jet-interior design - it’s the ultimate in luxury. We love it. Now, all we need is the jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114493032419125460?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114493032419125460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114493032419125460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-so-fucking-good.html' title='This is so fucking good.'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114422824892058950</id><published>2006-04-05T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T02:10:48.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/OMAR%20FACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/OMAR%20FACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born under the sign of the ram are supposed to be hot headed, quick tempered, impulsive, impatient and impossible. They love to give orders and they hate to take them. They are fearless but thoughtless, energetic but disorganised, gloriously independent, wonderfully ambitious and eternally hungry for a new adventure.The Truth: There is of course, an element of truth in all this but there's a lot more to the story. We're talking about an inclination, not an obligation. Many people born under this sign are wise thinkers and careful planners. It's just even the most mild, meek mannered member of this cosmic club has another "secret side". There will always be one area of their life in which they simply cannot stop themselves from picking fights, breaking rules and taking wild risks.The Key To Success: If you were born under the sign of the ram, you should consider yourself blessed. Aries personality traits are extremely useful and they can, if put to proper use, ensure a life full of impressive achievement. You've got amazing willpower and initiative. There's nothing you can't tackle if you try. You need though, to watch out for a tendency to create a life full of difficulty, just so that you always have something to sort out. You like living "close to the edge"; but if you could only manage to stand one step back from it, a lot more of your projects would come to fruition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114422824892058950?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114422824892058950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114422824892058950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/04/aries.html' title='Aries'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114362803451114963</id><published>2006-03-29T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T02:30:04.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Amazing...with a capital -A-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/geisha.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/geisha.2.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You must watch the movie, or read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/2005-10-Geisha%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The best-selling novel "Memoirs of a Geisha" depicts life as a geisha in Japan in the World War II era. The heroine arrives at a geisha house as a slave and becomes one of the most successful women in Gion. She is a dancer, a musician and a woman without a lot of choices. Her virginity is sold to the highest bidder for a record sum, earning her a place in geisha history.&lt;br /&gt;It is a story of hardship, exploitation and tremendous success. A geisha is a woman highly trained in the arts of music, dance and entertaining. Geisha is Japanese for "person of art." She spends many years learning to play various musical instruments, sing, dance and be the perfect hostess in a party of men. A geisha, when she is working, is just that: the illusion of female perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Many Westerners confuse geisha with prostitutes. Those who understand the intricacies of Japanese culture explain that a geisha is not a prostitute. A true geisha is successful because she projects a sense of unattainable perfection. When men hire geisha to entertain at a party, sex has nothing to do with it. A geisha entertains with singing, music, dance, story-telling, attentiveness and flirtation. She can speak about politics as easily as she can explain the rules of a drinking game. In a time when Japanese wives were excluded from public life in general, geisha were the women who could play the role of attentive female at business gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;The original geisha were men, and they entertained all over Japan -- social restrictions dictated that women could not entertain at a party. These men kept the conversation going, gave artistic performances and flattered guests at parties thrown by noblemen and other members of the upperclass. In the 1700s, women calling themselves geisha first appeared in the "pleasure districts" of Japan. There are many takes on the origins of the female geisha&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is just a quick insight, read the book, memoirs of a Geisha, and go see the movie, at City centre or the Mall…………………….its good to know about this stuff…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114362803451114963?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114362803451114963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114362803451114963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-amazingwith-capital.html' title='This is Amazing...with a capital -A-'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699107.post-114362585380722113</id><published>2006-03-29T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:52:40.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/1600/dolce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8119/2197/400/dolce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where can I find this, It is a limited edition of only 1000 models "dressed" by &lt;a href="http://www.dolcegabbana.it/"&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana&lt;/a&gt; in gold. This Jewel phone, the perfect synthesis of design and technology, has customized sound at power on and off, personalized background and screensaver with DG logo in black and a special video-clip illustrating Dolce&amp;amp;Gabbana's 20 year brand history. Find it and let me know at &lt;a href="mailto:cavali2005@hotmail.com"&gt;cavali2005@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, or leave a comment by clicking on comment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699107-114362585380722113?l=omarspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114362585380722113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699107/posts/default/114362585380722113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omarspace.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-this.html' title='I WANT THIS'/><author><name>OMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523757292310661854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tO2eq99mLao/TVV-iPCgUMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Onh6H0tQdPE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-14%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
