<?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-15628368</id><updated>2011-12-15T15:50:59.109+13:00</updated><title type='text'>B.l.a.c.k...B.o.a.r.d...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115630068748794750</id><published>2006-08-23T13:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:50:27.396+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Moved to: &lt;a href="http://lightupon.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lightupon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write during the last couple of months or weeks. But there was something inside my holding me back. I had this desire and urge to share the mystical experiences I went through, but I was afraid to write them as if some one read it might get deviated from the path. As I was myself wandering on the edge. I am an extremist. I am saying this in the hope to change it. I was very religious pious and God fearing, I walked towards it, as I was going to the extreme, those were the days when my prayers were accepted, except the one, that was not accepted I believe, but instead it taught me a lesson of my life, yet I'll not go into the grave where this secret is burried. Then time passed by, I changed schools, and there was this time, that I hanged around with the 'bad' boys of school. Slowely and slowely the fear of God slipped away from the heart, things got worse, no sin was big enough for, that was a kind of extreme of the baddest of me, yet not that bad as I always said to myself that I'll change myself. Time passed by I left the country, slowly consiousness faded away, there was no good and evil, yet the boundries were still maintained that should never be crossed. As the evil sat on the throne, life became unconsiously miserable, that I could not see my self, It was the extreme of the evil inside, still walking towards it, drowned in dark blind love. Introduced to new species in the world, not very long after, realization strucked, the veil was taken off, the world around changed, reason and consious woke up after a long sleep, soul became alive, evil was recognised, the war was on and is still on. World seemed beautifull, dissolved in it, struggling for power, achieved part of the power but on the wrong side of the road yet walking towards right, no danger was big enough to crush the will. the The coin flipped, why is life was the cause, for there is no existance without a reason, search for the light in the darkness is not easy, journey with the evil and journey with the light are two different things, danger was felt, walking on the verge of eternal destruction. For there is no cause without a reason, journey was the cause, light and evil was the free will. "No struggle shalt be ruined, what thee struggle for will thee get", search for God was the extreme of mystical journey, the experiences are not explainable, light was felt, existance was without existance, a different world of the soul exists, love for death took over, believers are not afraid of death, yet life shalt not be ruined, the sacred scripture spoke the truth, full of wisdom and knowledge, soul calmed, reason took over yet not challenged the truth, for reason should never challenge the high sphere. Philosophers are perceiving things with their eyes closed. For knowledge in this universe is the knowledge in the universe, the words in the universe will never be able to perceive out side the universe and time. A circle of knowledge, everything inside the circle contains the knowledge that is inside the circle but not out side the circle. Minds work by comparisons, something is big, it is big because it is bigger then someother small thing. If there is no small there is no big. For if there is no false, there is no truth, false exists on the mercy of Truth. Eternal Truth is distinguished only if there exists some false. Let live life moderately.&lt;br /&gt;Glorious is God, Whose Glory is above all, Light upon Light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115630068748794750?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115630068748794750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115630068748794750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115630068748794750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115630068748794750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115335238718135165</id><published>2006-07-20T11:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:39:47.183+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Some people have it, &lt;br /&gt;some dont. &lt;br /&gt;Some people dont realise it,&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;when its taken away, &lt;br /&gt;some people takes the full of it.&lt;br /&gt;People who dont have it,&lt;br /&gt;some fight for it,&lt;br /&gt;some cry for it,&lt;br /&gt;some live with it,&lt;br /&gt;some wants to fight,&lt;br /&gt;but they cant fight,&lt;br /&gt;they are tied,&lt;br /&gt;some are tied with strings,&lt;br /&gt;some are behind the bars,&lt;br /&gt;some are tied by time,&lt;br /&gt;some are tied with love,&lt;br /&gt;some are not tied,&lt;br /&gt;but they think they are tied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115335238718135165?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115335238718135165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115335238718135165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115335238718135165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115335238718135165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115335190798475656</id><published>2006-07-20T11:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:31:47.996+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some times in life are called happy times, they come and pass by and leaves a message behind that sad times are on its way. When sad times arrive, most of the time, they are directly proportional to the happy times. Meaning that the longer and the better the happy times were, sad times will have the same density. Then when it is unbearable, then I just want to live a normal, neither good nor bad times, I ignore things surrounding me. The things that usually contribute to the good and bad times, the things that brings the creativity and life to the life. Life gets boring, nothing makes it happy or sad. Emotions sleeps. Life slows. Feelings die. Heart stops. Thinking blurs. And then I dont feel my presence in the world. I am outside looking inside for an oppurtunity to drop the bomb. The effect is there, but the life rolls back and process goes on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115335190798475656?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115335190798475656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115335190798475656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115335190798475656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115335190798475656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-times-in-life-are-called-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115259185294266318</id><published>2006-07-11T16:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:24:12.960+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cry this soul to rebirth in the hope of a better one.&lt;br /&gt;Fry this soul to rebirth in the hope of a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115259185294266318?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115259185294266318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115259185294266318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115259185294266318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115259185294266318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/07/cry-this-soul-to-rebirth-in-hope-of.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115060737221255484</id><published>2006-06-18T16:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:11:00.600+12:00</updated><title type='text'>FutoPastic Generation</title><content type='html'>Its after a long time writting has started to flow of my fingers again. The interesting fact is the rapid thoughts being flowing through. The world is changing. On the verge of destruction and still rotating towards it. Just one attack and the world will be going through another World War. Imagine how things will change, tanks moving around the cities! Wont it change your life style! And the minds will change. I believe change is not a good word and to better use strengthen up. This strengths goes to the genes, and the generation is Built.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115060737221255484?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115060737221255484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115060737221255484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060737221255484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060737221255484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/futopastic-generation.html' title='FutoPastic Generation'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115060596662372290</id><published>2006-06-18T16:45:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:49:44.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plants are the beauty, the animals are the lively hood of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115060596662372290?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115060596662372290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115060596662372290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060596662372290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060596662372290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/plants-are-beauty-animals-are-lively.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115060603427916869</id><published>2006-06-18T16:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:49:42.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Plants are the beauty, the animals are the lively hood of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115060603427916869?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115060603427916869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115060603427916869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060603427916869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115060603427916869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-115033072920565746</id><published>2006-06-15T12:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:18:49.236+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnostics</title><content type='html'>Okay, before I start on this, I would say this world has "people who think, but still donot get the point" instead they start driving on the wrong side of the road. Then they get thrown from one point to another like a rolling stone.&lt;br /&gt;I say there is a cow, revolves around the sun or why sun! there exist a cow in everyone's head. Be agnostic and there is no need of proof. The point is, that what will happen to the person who wants to be on the right path, who thinks and struggles but in the end he chooses a wrong path because thats what his mind can take. Some say he'll be given the creadit for the jihad he did. And I say he's creadit will be taken of for the struggle he did not do. Because they say, "Neem hakeem khatra-e-Jaan" litral translation "Half WeedyDoctor is a danger to life". The problem arises when do you know that you've done all of your research so that you got the right conclusion. The answer is never, life is itself a learning process from a master to master. And what if you run out of time? Is this your problem? Well indeed, beleiving in the creator aloted the time slot for every person, must be enough for what should be done. It is upto the person how he make use of his time and how he wastes his life. The mathematical property of equality fails when life is time but time is not life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-115033072920565746?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/115033072920565746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=115033072920565746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115033072920565746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/115033072920565746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/agnostics.html' title='Agnostics'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114991304573656285</id><published>2006-06-10T16:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:17:25.750+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Life...</title><content type='html'>Is it me walking fast or the life is passing by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114991304573656285?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114991304573656285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114991304573656285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114991304573656285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114991304573656285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-of-life.html' title='Time of Life...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114934882644758401</id><published>2006-06-04T03:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:33:46.460+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzing days and nights...</title><content type='html'>Red Bull is the alternative to sleep in these busy days and nights...&lt;br /&gt;It gives you wings and horns...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114934882644758401?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114934882644758401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114934882644758401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114934882644758401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114934882644758401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/06/buzzing-days-and-nights.html' title='Buzzing days and nights...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114848105633716513</id><published>2006-05-25T02:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:32:37.626+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyee Daryaab 2</title><content type='html'>lovee daryab da meenay nashi pa warha zarha &lt;br /&gt;shuma yaar bya da sta ghunte pa na zrha&lt;br /&gt;yao gham nade che ye ukrhay aye khatira&lt;br /&gt;dair ghamuna de kawa ye pa sarha zarha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma way nan ba me zrha uuchwee khu darduna de teerege&lt;br /&gt;praida sakrhe tapsuna khu wakhtuna de teregee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jorhe ta irada karhe da ratlo zama pa loree&lt;br /&gt;nan me makhe ta daorhande mashaluna de terege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashna za yai shum zghamele har kawe da sta da lasa&lt;br /&gt;ka har sumra de ghamuna sitamuna de terege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sta da husan pa bahar ke yara norey rangenay shta&lt;br /&gt;dade da har pa khatir maande ghamuna de terege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma way nan ba me zrha uuchwee khu darduna de teerege&lt;br /&gt;praida sakrhe tapsuna khu wakhtuna de teregee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      (Ghani Khan da S.A.Takar pa awaz ke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114848105633716513?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114848105633716513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114848105633716513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114848105633716513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114848105633716513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/loyee-daryaab-2.html' title='Loyee Daryaab 2'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114848046137231746</id><published>2006-05-25T02:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:35:30.246+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyee Daryaab 1</title><content type='html'>Loyee daryab da meenay nashe pa warha zrha&lt;br /&gt;waye shuma yara by da sta ghuntay pana zrha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che pa khwla kawee yawa aao zrha bala&lt;br /&gt;da hagha sara ba meena karhe pa sa zarha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khair nan ka darta maa okatal khu ta raokatal&lt;br /&gt;khu goram ba de bya ka de saba raokatal  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waye pa makha che nan raghle makh de sala patawo&lt;br /&gt;krho gham de rata jorh che de pa sha raokatal&lt;br /&gt;goram ba de bya ka de saba raokatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunya rata ra goore da kato na oowatam&lt;br /&gt;che ta rata katale de duniya raokatal&lt;br /&gt;goram ba de bya ka de saba raokatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yao dam me zrha naray sho ay amzolo khande ma&lt;br /&gt;khatir che draim nevale pa jarha raokatal&lt;br /&gt;goram ba de bya ka de saba raokatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          (Ghani Khan da S.A.Takar pa awaz ke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114848046137231746?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114848046137231746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114848046137231746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114848046137231746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114848046137231746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/loyee-daryaab-1.html' title='Loyee Daryaab 1'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114847932558057481</id><published>2006-05-25T01:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:14:27.976+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Over dosage of music</title><content type='html'>music is like fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;it takes a person to fantasy world out of reality &lt;br /&gt;a person whose feeling lonely feels more lonely and a person feeling lively gets him to the dance floor, especially when his personality is vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;and an indian listening to Tupac thinks he's one of african americans&lt;br /&gt;then he do crazy things,&lt;br /&gt;then he is not accepted/attracted to his culture and people..&lt;br /&gt;and the natives dont accept him either..&lt;br /&gt;and that poor human gets lost in search of acceptance&lt;br /&gt;then a couple of more likely lost minded people join them&lt;br /&gt;and that poor human gets happy and for a short while trying his best to keep up with the pace..induldged in materialistic life..&lt;br /&gt;in the end he dont have a soul of his own but a soul of some material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114847932558057481?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114847932558057481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114847932558057481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847932558057481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847932558057481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/over-dosage-of-music.html' title='Over dosage of music'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114847731142817941</id><published>2006-05-25T01:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:30:25.703+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Please fill the gaps with what you like to read.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114847731142817941?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114847731142817941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114847731142817941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847731142817941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847731142817941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114847721610007877</id><published>2006-05-25T01:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:26:56.133+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The atomic situations in life is a coin, with two sides, do or die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114847721610007877?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114847721610007877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114847721610007877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847721610007877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114847721610007877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/atomic-situations-in-life-is-coin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114799600130389409</id><published>2006-05-19T11:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:46:41.303+12:00</updated><title type='text'>UnIdentified bodies in your room</title><content type='html'>When you turn off the liGHt in a dark rOom. You cannot See the objecTs in the room. It does not mean that there are no objects in the room, you simply cannot see them. One may say that they can feel it, however a body, that cannot be sensed, may be present there in the room. If something that cannot be sensed, does not satisfies that something is not there. By saying that, there might be other bodies in your room that are simply not in your dimension or that they cannot be sensed normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion believe in ghosts or else they'll chew on you alive. *Evil Laugh Echoes The Room*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114799600130389409?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114799600130389409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114799600130389409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114799600130389409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114799600130389409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/unidentified-bodies-in-your-room.html' title='UnIdentified bodies in your room'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114799548975812667</id><published>2006-05-19T11:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:38:09.793+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering the Past</title><content type='html'>Suppose the sun dies right now, we shall notice the death after eight minutes, as it takes eight minutes to reach the light from the sun to us(on earth). Hence, a star that is billions of light years away, might would have died years back millions of years back. So, it is that we are looking at the past. Hence, it is an illusion, what we see in our present, it actually does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Watching live news is something similar, it takes time to reach the signals to our T.V. Now if the news caster dies, we will notice it on t.v. after a short while. That means that we are watching past events on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Now, in real life; a person standing infront of you at a distance dies, you'll notice it in some finite amount of time. Hence we are watching past. &lt;br /&gt;The more closer the body is to you the less it is in the past. That leaves only you to yourself, however your body parts may be still acting in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In conclusion every thing is an illusion. By inverting the above we can also find out the illusion of future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extending: As a body reaches you it becomes less and less in the past. Finally, as the body reaches so close to you that it is in you, the body is no more in the past. Hence, when a person dies infront of you, as the event reaches you, it becomes less and less past and finally becomes present to you. The news caster, as died, as the signal reached you, it became present for you. However, your present maynot be the same as the news caster or the person in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion every body has its own present and past (and maybe future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:It is all related to vision, however sound has its own present and past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114799548975812667?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114799548975812667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114799548975812667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114799548975812667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114799548975812667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/discovering-past.html' title='Discovering the Past'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114750538809682605</id><published>2006-05-13T19:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:29:48.110+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Power</title><content type='html'>Music takes your power away. It gets A man out of the reality. It sucks your energy and plays with A man's emotions. Many times these emotions are playful and joy ful. This also contains the answer for, "Da Dum ta Dum Wale Waye?". That they get so deep in the music that they lose themselves. And so they do lose the power as their soul gets empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114750538809682605?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114750538809682605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114750538809682605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114750538809682605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114750538809682605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-power.html' title='Music Power'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114662509224152613</id><published>2006-05-03T14:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:58:12.270+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Predict Conversation by Initiation</title><content type='html'>One thing that I have observed to predict how may the conversation be with a completly stranger. This is done by, what I call it, "initiation". Following I'll explain what initiation is and how can you predict the conversation by it with a person that you have never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different types of Initiations. The yet discovered one is physical initiation. A physical initiation is carried out by the movement of your body. To understand it, here is a scenario in which the initiation is carried out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in a Library with my computer and doing my work. A person walks by and sits right next to me. He is tall and dark, i leave the rest to your imagination. And one more thing he looks like sporty. I look at him as he sits, and then carry on my work. He takes out his books and laptop from his bag. And starts doing his work. After a while I start moving and doing my work. Then my legs starts moving up and down as I type. In a while the person next to me starts to do the same. His legs are moving the same way as mine and doing his work. As I stop doing, after a while his legs stops too. And then I start and in a while his legs starts moving, obviously a bit different the mine though. To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiation is done my making another person to do something without any direct conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another type of initiation is indirect conversation. That is not covered in this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the above initiation of the person I can predict how well my conversation be with this stranger. If I start topic of something related to his interest or of which he is well aware of, he'll keep the conversation going. But it wont stay for long, if I stop making the conversation go on. And if I start again a conversation he'll keep the conversation going as I am going with the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stop moving for a while, and gets in to my work a bit deep. He stops as well after a while. I keep it like this for a bit longer time, and then I start again. But this time initiation could not carry on. He is just doing his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we leave each, it will be harder to keep the conversation going again next time. And it will require stronger initiation from my side, and He will not initiate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you starts initiating a person, see if that person responds. If there is no responce it is unlikely that the conversation may go long. And there are different physical initiations for different person. The trick is, to find out what initiates a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114662509224152613?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114662509224152613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114662509224152613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114662509224152613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114662509224152613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/predict-conversation-by-initiation.html' title='Predict Conversation by Initiation'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114648778492374453</id><published>2006-05-02T00:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:49:46.416+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine For Sale</title><content type='html'>This magnificent peice of machinery has been imported from the future and was found on sale in the past on Trade me auctions. Read the intellectual questions and answers asked from the buyer to add some 1's and 0's to your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelfire.com/empire/id/x/timemachine.pdf"&gt;Time Machine for Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114648778492374453?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114648778492374453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114648778492374453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114648778492374453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114648778492374453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-machine-for-sale.html' title='Time Machine For Sale'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114638527760956909</id><published>2006-04-30T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:21:17.620+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>Think.&lt;br /&gt;About The world, &lt;br /&gt;Look at the Stars,&lt;br /&gt;and unviel the secrets,&lt;br /&gt;Look at the vastness of the heavens(universe), &lt;br /&gt;with stars in it,&lt;br /&gt;moon in it,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at everything,&lt;br /&gt;and everything,&lt;br /&gt;merry goes round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a wanderer,&lt;br /&gt;you look for things,&lt;br /&gt;you ask for help,&lt;br /&gt;you adapt yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you sink things,&lt;br /&gt;inside urself,&lt;br /&gt;you make yourself,&lt;br /&gt;the powerfull one.&lt;br /&gt;From the strength of power,&lt;br /&gt;you lose your wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;you look for self,&lt;br /&gt;you find instructions,&lt;br /&gt;you goto destruction.&lt;br /&gt;you fail,&lt;br /&gt;then you pass,&lt;br /&gt;you are nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and then something.&lt;br /&gt;You move on,&lt;br /&gt;and you find wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the precious gift life can offer,&lt;br /&gt;never regect,&lt;br /&gt;never forget,&lt;br /&gt;to accept,&lt;br /&gt;to move on,&lt;br /&gt;to find for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114638527760956909?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114638527760956909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114638527760956909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114638527760956909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114638527760956909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114636988676612216</id><published>2006-04-30T16:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:04:46.796+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met a wise man. &lt;br /&gt;He asked me, What is a football champion? &lt;br /&gt;He answered, An animal.&lt;br /&gt;He told me, Seek knowledge, that is what makes us different from animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114636988676612216?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114636988676612216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114636988676612216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114636988676612216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114636988676612216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/wise-man-story.html' title='Wise man story'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114584814307995084</id><published>2006-04-24T15:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:32:21.010+12:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Peacemaker Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/peacemaker-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.&lt;br /&gt;You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/green.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is smart and thoughtful - not a lot of fluff.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy a good discussion, especially if it involves picking apart ideas.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to get easily annoyed by any thoughtless comments in your blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&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/15628368-114584814307995084?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114584814307995084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114584814307995084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584814307995084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584814307995084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogthings.html' title='blogthings'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114584666316215163</id><published>2006-04-24T14:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:44:23.163+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Difference</title><content type='html'>A big guy just passed by and slammed the door. The males didnt pay attention while the female looked at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now again he opened the door as the wind blew by and the door made bang the female looked, heared and paid attention to his footsteps while the males didnt pay attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114584666316215163?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114584666316215163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114584666316215163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584666316215163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584666316215163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/gender-difference.html' title='Gender Difference'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114584618780273114</id><published>2006-04-24T14:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:36:27.816+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Story</title><content type='html'>A Strange Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been thinking about the mind of bin laden. He has made his name in the history. Now that he is so popular some people got him as their idol. It is of no difference then those following the footsteps of Tupac (Shakoor) or System of a down down to mattalica. It is the environement they have been raised in and what they themselve caught in their mind and effected them. These people have been heart broken to the revenge they want to take. Now lets look at the other side. Kids those who have been raised in a music environement to choose from the music around. Specifically, they are in a fantasy world of expressing ideas in the music form. What the devil wants here, to convert the good people to bad people. Their is the fantasy world of partying and enjoying with money and other deceptions and there is the voilent world of wars and killings. Then in the middle there are the pious ones. Their language is, "Dont be in killings not to be in a fantasy world". Pray to the One who has created you and do a good business in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114584618780273114?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114584618780273114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114584618780273114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584618780273114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114584618780273114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/strange-story.html' title='A Strange Story'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114421779002019922</id><published>2006-04-05T17:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:16:30.123+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is missing in evolution theory</title><content type='html'>It is quite ironic to see that scientists believing in, human life and everything being formed through evolution and only evolution. Phylosophically the existance of evolution is itself a miracle, a miracle that requires someone to perform it. In the first place, evolution fails to explain the existance of matter. The existance of bacteria and the individual undivisable matter in void itself needs a creater to be created from nothing to something in nothing. Someone has to set the laws of nature and the process of evolution and reaction of substances with one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114421779002019922?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114421779002019922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114421779002019922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114421779002019922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114421779002019922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-is-missing-in-evolution.html' title='Something is missing in evolution theory'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114300149229140033</id><published>2006-03-22T16:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:24:52.306+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The words of life...</title><content type='html'>Life is just on a silver fern of life floating in search of the right path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114300149229140033?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114300149229140033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114300149229140033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114300149229140033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114300149229140033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-of-life.html' title='The words of life...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114281267410282246</id><published>2006-03-20T11:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:57:54.140+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaining Time</title><content type='html'>This is another one of those theories that I tried to explain Time. This theory is completely different then the last ones and does not relate to light. Infact time doesnt have to do anything with light. Light is just a measure of time that we use, but not time it self. Neither does it have to do anything with the speed of light. Scientists discovered to slow down the speed of light, so if we slow down the light speed, does this means the system related to that light will be in slow time phase? I don;t think so.&lt;br /&gt;Time, is the delta of this system. In other words time is the change in a system. Suppose we have two persons isolated from the outer system, then if there is no change (physically, mentally, spirtually, any kind of change) in them over "time", then they were not in the time frame.&lt;br /&gt;In this world, if nothing changes over a certain period, that is "nothing", day doesnt change to night and vice versa, people dont grow old, etc. then this world will experience being in timeless frame.&lt;br /&gt;However, an interesting fact, that is death (rise and fall), may also can define the time in another way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114281267410282246?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114281267410282246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114281267410282246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114281267410282246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114281267410282246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/03/explaining-time.html' title='Explaining Time'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114220320031885408</id><published>2006-03-13T11:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:40:00.333+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The new mother of innovation...and a reall pen mouse system</title><content type='html'>We have handwritting recognition system and we have pens. And we had those mechanical roller mouse, and we had it in a pen shape as well. And also we have small memory devices like USB Flash cards. Now lets combine all this together. It will make a nice "murabba".&lt;br /&gt;A pen that has the same system a mouse wheeler but a tinier that can be fit near the ball point. That'll recognise the handwriting and store it in a document file in the memory to be accessed later using computer.&lt;br /&gt;Or else even the current system will do, whynot put together an optical mouse system with a pen. The only bit is to decrease the size of the lens. But still we had those computers to the size of a room, its ok to have a pen be the size of a B.l.a.ck..B.o.a.r.d... marker.&lt;br /&gt;It'll definetly be a success as I wont have to write those meeting minutes twice. Moreover if we attach a wireless network access to it I wont even have to find a computer and cvs the minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Laziness is the mother of innovation.&lt;br /&gt;And they say find human needs!! why not simply find the lazy ones and see what they do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114220320031885408?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114220320031885408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114220320031885408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114220320031885408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114220320031885408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-mother-of-innovationand-reall-pen.html' title='The new mother of innovation...and a reall pen mouse system'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114177981089789765</id><published>2006-03-08T13:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:23:01.483+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is itself a sin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk at the university and I see people and I dont talk to them. I look at them and I ignore them for what they are doing. I go for work I meet people and I dont let it out. I come home and meet my flat mate and I dont tell him. These people are wrong and they are doing wrong, and most of them donot even know why they are here in this world. Some dont want to know and some know but they dont care. They think life is to enjoy as I met this Christian activist who told me that. We are not here in this world to enjoy the life or are we? Yes we are, when Allah created Adam, He put knowledge in him. He was told to enjoy and eat everything he wants from the heavens, but not to be with the wrongdoers. We in this world are here to enjoy the life what Allah has given us and to enjoy what Allah has created for us. But in the limits as the limits were set by Allah for Adam and to refrain from what Allah has forbidden on us as he forbidden on Adam, and Allah is the All knower. It is in the nature of human to commit sins and to be attracted towards the forbidden, and this life is just a test, as Allah has given us the knowledge of Good and Bad, and indeed those who do good and follow Allah's commands are on the right path to success. And those who commit sins find excuses for their doings and they are blind. It is like a lie after a lie after a lie and then you dont feel that a lie is a lie and you get blinded. It is our duty to convey the message of Allah to our fellow humans, am I not committing sin when I know the person next to me is wrong and I dont tell him? Am I not committing a sin when they tell me we (humans) are our self-Allah and I dont tell them the truth? Am I not committing a sin as they refer to the book they have written themselves to find the answers for their life and I dont show them the words of the Creator?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114177981089789765?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114177981089789765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114177981089789765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114177981089789765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114177981089789765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-is-itself-sin.html' title='My life is itself a sin...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-114126928894201869</id><published>2006-03-02T16:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:14:48.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are no word to express the feelings inside me. The feelings that are not happy but caring with fury in the eyes and smile on the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-114126928894201869?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/114126928894201869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=114126928894201869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114126928894201869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/114126928894201869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-no-word-to-express-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113954077685644511</id><published>2006-02-10T16:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:55:32.953+13:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging can bust you up!</title><content type='html'>If you are a cheeky sleezy dude and you do bragging &amp; blogging simultaneously you can get busted like these &lt;a href="http://www.davesdaily.com/out.php?id=13479&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fapnews.myway.com%2Farticle%2F20060208%2FD8FKUIRG0.html"&gt;high school "kids".&lt;/a&gt; And remember CIA is watching everyone and even this &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/30649"&gt;dumb head.&lt;/a&gt; I guess this would have been the most interesting blog if it existed [a bit longer]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/GWBBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/30649"&gt;Picture stolen from the onion.&lt;/a&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/15628368-113954077685644511?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113954077685644511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113954077685644511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113954077685644511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113954077685644511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogging-can-bust-you-up.html' title='blogging can bust you up!'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113935243094238492</id><published>2006-02-08T11:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:47:10.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'>one and half nerd small talk...</title><content type='html'>What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am trying to encode and decode date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, have to, all because of security issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didnt know this either, the other day i read this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm...So... how..do.. I encode and decode Marriah?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am taking her to this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;'OOhhh I got it ..you geek..'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113935243094238492?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113935243094238492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113935243094238492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113935243094238492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113935243094238492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-and-half-nerd-small-talk.html' title='one and half nerd small talk...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113927157525761436</id><published>2006-02-07T13:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:19:35.276+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It ate another of my mind blowing paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113927157525761436?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113927157525761436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113927157525761436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113927157525761436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113927157525761436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-ate-another-of-my-mind-blowing.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113926980974460063</id><published>2006-02-07T12:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:54:38.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people like listening to others stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am from mars but i landed on juipitar, now where is the food.&lt;/span&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/15628368-113926980974460063?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113926980974460063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113926980974460063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113926980974460063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113926980974460063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-discovery.html' title='Another Discovery'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113911391555938061</id><published>2006-02-05T17:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:04:58.673+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of software devoloping system...</title><content type='html'>Its pretty obvious that microsoft rules the world, most of the parts of world. If it joins the opensource development the technology will boom up. It will be like a nuclear bomb in development of new powerfull systems. Not only microsoft, but all other companies like apple and even yahoo. However it'll be a loop hole and the current software developers wont handle it. And new companies will appear on the map of the world. Opensource surely have its opposite and negative evil hacking developers, taking their time perfect the beat, sharp their knives and attack on the world for destruction of computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113911391555938061?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113911391555938061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113911391555938061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113911391555938061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113911391555938061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-software-devoloping-system.html' title='The end of software devoloping system...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113892651227857671</id><published>2006-02-03T13:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:54:43.343+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My lost goth</title><content type='html'>Since november, I am no more of a goth anymore. Being goth is like living in dark, thinking in dark and looking in dark. Most of the time isolated from the outside world, and dont like day time. In simple words, its being in a different world that is hard to imagine for a non-goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Added:&lt;/span&gt; Not speaking much and especially with non-goths, it seems to them as aliens, and especially in nongoth in goth party is an alien, and thats what lead some to be very voilent and so is the music sounds voilent to others, but not to goths lovers of red blood living in the fantasy of red rain fall blood drops. And many wants to be dracula...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113892651227857671?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113892651227857671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113892651227857671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113892651227857671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113892651227857671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-lost-goth.html' title='My lost goth'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113865751544863142</id><published>2006-01-31T10:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:46:14.786+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Project.</title><content type='html'>Time to start a serious project that is inteded to help many aligators. I mean bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Name: Project Blorkilator&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;Technology: =&gt; MSIE6, Firefox 1.0, Safari and Opera 7.1+.&lt;br /&gt;Language: Java Script&lt;br /&gt;Status: Planning&lt;br /&gt;Version: 0.0.000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to write complicated stuff up there so I dont slip off this project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113865751544863142?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113865751544863142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113865751544863142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113865751544863142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113865751544863142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-project.html' title='A New Project.'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113865624212721206</id><published>2006-01-31T10:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:24:02.150+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SA &gt; AK &gt; KY  presents another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/scary/croakysaky/resources/tomG.cur"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/tomGf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Download using right click to DesktopControl Panel &gt; Mouse &gt; Pointers{TAB} &gt; [Normal Select] &gt; [Browse] to Desktop&gt; [Apply]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113865624212721206?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113865624212721206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113865624212721206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113865624212721206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113865624212721206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/sa-ak-ky-presents-another-apply.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113850408131013855</id><published>2006-01-29T15:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:50:15.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is it ok for a pukhtun to marry non-pukhtun?"</title><content type='html'>As the pukhtun nationalism is its on hot lines after the flamming Kalabagh issue. There was this interesting topic caught me in a forum.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it ok for a pukhtun to marry non-pukhtun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the members were pukhtun and the views well were scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakhtoon guys marrying non Pakhtoon girls, this results in their children speaking the language of their mother instead of Pukhto, thus Pukhto is dying. One should refrain from marrying a non pukhtun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people talked about "Love". [Ignore them they are just crazy and blind, cant be bothered to flush their feelings]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PUKHTUN SHOULD NEVER MARRY A NON PUKHTUN DAMIT DAMIT IN NO SITUATION. HE/SHE SOULD BE SHOT DOWN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, you should be out on hunting Imran Khan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok for a pukhtun male to marry a non pukhtun girl but not the otherway around. Reson: Its just how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Warning: Mixed marriages can produce non-ethenic kids." [How true, I heared people saying, "I am pathan but I dont speak Pashto." Is it just about Pashto? Thats ok. Where is your Pukhtunwali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Opinion..personal choices.. bla bla bla... [All that stuff, you know it and you must would have heared it before]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what about me? I met this indian girl and shes Pathan! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A muslim can marry any muslim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Now this one is pretty "funny?"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pukhtoon women marrying into non Pukhtoon families and especially into Punjabi families is rare however the rare cases can be attributed to the Indian movies and their influance on the young generation. I think these movies are doing more damage to our culture then those Pakistani freaks in Islamabad.The same is the case with gys they see someone walking on the street who looks like some famous Indian actress most likely that girl will not be a Pukhtoon because Pukhtoons have Aryan features and do not have anything common with the Indian race thus the flabergausted Dum ass Pukhtoon runs presumes him self to a part of an indian movie hero and tries his best to find an ugly duckling of Indian origin. " (Nangyalee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And this one]&lt;br /&gt;"I know one pakhtoon his wife is white (angreaz) and they have 8 kids. :D" [Typical]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mix Milk with Alcahol - Its neither Milk nor Alcahol any more. And have you ever seen a donkey with a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen non-pukhtun dont want to marry Pukhtun too for whatever reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days people look fer the profession of the guy..and as it is obvious our pakhtun boys arnt dat much interested in studies compared to the non- pakhtuns. So buckle up boys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of reproduction is to initroduce new genes to the already existing gene pool, to allow for more varied offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion:&lt;br /&gt;It varies from person to person, family to family and tribe to tribe. And its a huge huge topic. But I dont want my kid saying, "I am half pukhtun, quater irish, a little bit of pakeha, traces of arab,...".&lt;br /&gt;However a pukhtun male can marry a non pukhtun girl but not the other way around. Why? More on this later in edited version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113850408131013855?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113850408131013855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113850408131013855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113850408131013855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113850408131013855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-ok-for-pukhtun-to-marry-non.html' title='&quot;Is it ok for a pukhtun to marry non-pukhtun?&quot;'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113850333677097476</id><published>2006-01-29T15:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:55:36.953+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of ANP</title><content type='html'>"I am telling Wali (Khan) and others to throw my body into a river so that there is no mausoleum of mine. The Pakhtuns love only their leaders after death. They will come to my grave and pay respect like a saint. I am not a saint. They are not listening to me while I am alive. Think over what I am saying. I am not your Baba but your servant," Khan Abdul Ghaffar khan addressing the nation, now known as Bacha Khan.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Wali Khan has passed away with his funeral held at Jinnah Park (Pesh.) was flooded with people paying their respect to the successor and son of Bacha Khan. His politics had a full stop in 90 and the leadership was mostly under Asfandyar but his presence kept the party united and his follower's hearts strengthened. Indeed Asfandyar will have to work even more harder to keep the party united and to keep to the people attached to the roots and philosophy of Bacha Khan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113850333677097476?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113850333677097476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113850333677097476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113850333677097476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113850333677097476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/future-of-anp.html' title='Future of ANP'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113830960189742227</id><published>2006-01-27T09:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:27:13.346+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and Black day for A.N.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The death of Khan Abdul Wali Khan, one of the nationalist leader of Pukhtunkhwa, brought the black day for the red flag. Another chapter of Pukhtun nationalist politics came to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113830960189742227?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113830960189742227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113830960189742227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113830960189742227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113830960189742227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/red-and-black-day-for-anp.html' title='Red and Black day for A.N.P.'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113796957498634303</id><published>2006-01-23T11:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:43:05.343+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friendliness" of Microsoft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some chinese at the university they are a bit extra user friendly. You say, 'ni hao' and their electrons over excites. But thats not the case with windows, people alwats complained that it is an extra user friendly OS. But well I don't think so, there are many times when Microsoft's Windows just say "Kiss my ass" and here is an example:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/windowssuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/400/windowssuck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Read the recommendation, 'if Windows still does not recognize it, replace the device'. Holy Cow can you get more rude then this!! My device [Portable harddisk] is perfectly fine and it was working 5 minutes before and it will work again when I restart, and you are telling me to replace my device!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Microsoft says, they are improving they are actually hiring more indians. So the more they improve the more the more it sucks. I think Microsoft is a big black blob in the name of being "User friendly".&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/15628368-113796957498634303?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113796957498634303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113796957498634303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113796957498634303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113796957498634303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/friendliness-of-microsoft.html' title='&quot;Friendliness&quot; of Microsoft'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113796711961008519</id><published>2006-01-23T10:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:58:39.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>..And yes she's h0t ...</title><content type='html'>Thats her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yea&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea she;s h0t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see I told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what, I can light up my house if I convert all the heat thats generated from that friction in her jeans!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats the most geekiest thing I;ve ever heard of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks, but I was sarcastic and you should get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shes my life!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then get her, and stop wasting me time lookin at strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113796711961008519?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113796711961008519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113796711961008519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113796711961008519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113796711961008519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-yes-shes-h0t.html' title='..And yes she&apos;s h0t ...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113702929599422808</id><published>2006-01-12T14:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:46:10.143+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My unpredictable fantasies</title><content type='html'>Me fantasies are unlimited sometimes it makes me worry and they changes with a blink of an eye. I am exaggerating, but they do changes often, and these days I am fallen in love, with Guns, specifically pistols, I dream about getting those exotic Lugers. And I want to get one to play around with it as soon as I can, So I am planning to fly back to me country or to US, but its a secret [Not any more] that me will be flying for, just to buy some pistols.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that damn CIA is recording blogs. So you guys who have fantasies about producing weapons of mass destruction better keep it on the low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/1908vp_Mivotib.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/1908vp_Mivotib.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pocket exotic colt is like pocket size Britannica to me, will look good on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/Rwst2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/Rwst2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can resist this Luger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/Woodsman_MT3069e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/Woodsman_MT3069e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Colt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113702929599422808?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113702929599422808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113702929599422808&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113702929599422808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113702929599422808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-unpredictable-fantasies.html' title='My unpredictable fantasies'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113693576752914849</id><published>2006-01-11T11:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:32:20.653+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Marijuana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Some Basics about Street marijuana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook ups&lt;/span&gt; – Person to contact for drug supply S: Got any hook ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinny house&lt;/span&gt; – House where you can buy marijuana. S: Where are the tinny houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marijuana&lt;/span&gt; – Weed, Dope, Mary-Jane, pot, gunja, dak, Grass, Wacky backy, Electric puha,Greens, Ussh Usshh [sound]. S: Got some greens/weed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hemp&lt;/span&gt; –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stash&lt;/span&gt; – Collection/Supply of Marijuana S: Wheres the Stash? - Lets stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toke&lt;/span&gt; – A puff of Marijuana S: Toke up hard - Give me a toke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drag&lt;/span&gt; – A puff of Marijuana or of a Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinny/Foil&lt;/span&gt; – A small quantity of marijuana usually wrapped in foil [Costs $20 usually in New Zealand] S: Who got the tinny? - Lets get a tinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ounce&lt;/span&gt; – An ounce of marijuana - S: Ounce costs heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifty bag/Fiddy bag&lt;/span&gt; – A bag of marijuana worth fifty dollars. S: How much a fiddy bag costs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sesh&lt;/span&gt; – Participation in smoking marijuana (similar to having a round of drinks either with other people or alone). S: Wana have a sesh? - Lets go for a sesh. - He had a sesh with his mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot spot&lt;/span&gt; - Smoking marijuana in a closed room/car and filling it up with smoke. S: Pull up the windows to hot spot in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hash &lt;/span&gt;– Marijuana used usually in the form of baking. S: Its not weed its Hash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hash oil/Resin&lt;/span&gt; – Oil derived from the resin of Hash. S: Oil tastes yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hash cakes&lt;/span&gt; – Cakes (usually muffins, brownies, cake) made with hash. S: let cook a hashcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bong/Pipe&lt;/span&gt; – Paraphernalia used to partake in marijuana.  This can be made from household items such as aluminium cans, bottles, buckets, plastic bags (also know a lung), knives, spoons, stove elements, Apple. S: He made a bong out of an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cone/Buds&lt;/span&gt; – Form of marijuana most commonly used in spotting and pipes.  (The most potent part of the Marijuana plant). S: Lets toke up some buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spot&lt;/span&gt; – Small amount of marijuana burnt on heated metal (i.e. Over an element on a knife/spoon), then the smoke is heavly inhaled through a funnel like thing  (i.e. bottomless bottle, funnel). S: we are having spots at daz place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabbage&lt;/span&gt; – The other parts of the marijuana plant excluding the buds. S: lets toke up the cabbage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stoned&lt;/span&gt; – The effect which marijuana produces to an individual. S: you are stoned. - That dude was stoned to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Stoned&lt;/span&gt; – Temporary paralysis to part of (or the whole of) the body as an effect of smoking marijuana. S: Cheese Cake will body stone you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of it&lt;/span&gt; – Description of a person in an impaired state of mind due to their use of marijuana or/and alcohol. S: Hes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching eyed/High&lt;/span&gt; – See stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113693576752914849?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113693576752914849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113693576752914849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113693576752914849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113693576752914849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2006/01/marijuana.html' title='Marijuana'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113446105119874843</id><published>2005-12-13T21:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:04:11.210+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Appologies</title><content type='html'>My deepest appologise to you blogspot for loading you up and then not remembering what was I going to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113446105119874843?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113446105119874843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113446105119874843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113446105119874843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113446105119874843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/12/appologies.html' title='Appologies'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113412978703922723</id><published>2005-12-10T00:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:07:23.640+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Red &lt;/span&gt;Wine" fans are bit calm now. It wasnt long when they were buying tickets even for $5000 bucks. I donot know whether "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Red&lt;/span&gt; Wine" really even deserve it or not. Their promise of the next performance was indeed a cold breese for the boiling fans.&lt;br /&gt;Some people baught a couple of extra tickets of their first and only show here at the time. And started to sell those tickets at 'trade me' with a "bit" of a profit. Some sellers even declared themselves as being professional in these kind of acts by calling it as a 'business'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares about "my&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue blue&lt;/span&gt; heart"&lt;br /&gt;and you dont need to "stay close to me" either&lt;br /&gt;and what else should i say about the person who screwed up the word "her" by saying it like "heiyy.r.."...&lt;br /&gt;I gess sum wud prafar Professor Respected Sir Doctor Dre lecturing on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chronic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113412978703922723?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113412978703922723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113412978703922723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113412978703922723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113412978703922723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/12/freaks.html' title='Freaks'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113349566732634251</id><published>2005-12-02T15:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:54:27.383+13:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse pointer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/scary/croakysaky/resources/dudetuned.cur"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/200/dudetuned.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/scary/croakysaky/resources/coolni.cur"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/200/coolni.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/scary/croakysaky/resources/dudeinvrt.cur"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/200/dudeinvrt.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/scary/croakysaky/resources/curs.cur"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/200/curs.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures looks a bit different then the actual cursors. Have no idea why is that. You can click on it to download it. Downloading will approximately takes 4seconds for each pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After you download it click "Start".&lt;br /&gt;2. "Start" button is located on the left bottom corner of your computer screen if you are using microsoft's widows 9x,nt,me or xp and no other application is running. For people using other operating systems help may be provided on request.&lt;br /&gt;3. After you click "Start", you should see some changes on your screen, if you do really see some changes, bingo, you have just passed the first step. Congratualtions on your success, so now you should be able to see rectangular box with some stuff written in it. Try to recognise the language of the written stuff. At this stage if you cannot recognise the language then I'll recommend to join a school and learn the language that you do not recognise.&lt;br /&gt;4. Now that you are able to read the stuff written in the rectangular box, try to find "Control Panel", if you find it successfully, jump to step 6.&lt;br /&gt;5. Find "Settings" written, move you mouse pointer slowly over it, it should be highlighted in an unsual highlighting colour. Wait for a little while until another rectangular box appears on the side of it.  Now try to locate "Control Panel" written some where in that box.&lt;br /&gt;6. Now move your mouse pointer over it, it should be highlighted in an unusual colour. Now that you have enough confidence and courage, press the left mouse button. This pressing is also called as "clicking". I should have told you this in the first place.  Remember, clicking requires alot of courage, confidence and muscle power, if you lack any of this stuff, please visit your phsycologist as soon as possible, and explain the situation in deep detail. Alternatively you can read my book, "The first book of Clicking".&lt;br /&gt;7. After the painfull process of clicking, a window should appear on the screen. Wait, before you freak out, this window might look different then the window in your room. It should have some icons in it, in other words some little pictures in it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Now find a mouse icon there. If you cant find a mouse icon consult your granny that you cannot find a mouse in your computer. Other wise click it, but this time click it two times and be quick. I know it is a very hard process and requires a lot of energy, if you cannot do it or if you are  preserving your precious energy for some other important work follow the alternative way.&lt;br /&gt;    Alternative way: Click once and press "enter". "Enter" should be located on the key board. If you dont know what a keyboard is read my book, "Key board for Peanuts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another window should be up by now. This window will look a bit different then the window you ;ve just seen. It is not your fault that each window looks different.&lt;br /&gt;10. Its getting exciting now. You have almost entered into the most crucial part of installation. There is no way back! ok there is, but I am not telling you that.&lt;br /&gt;11. Find a "tab", 'Pointers' written on it. If you dont know what a "tab" is then dont. Just find pointers written.&lt;br /&gt;12. Now move your mouse pointer as you did in the previous steps and confidently press the left button. Remember the clicking!!. Click on it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Ay Corrummba, you are almost there, the contents of the window will change, now find 'Normal Select' written and the pointer that you are using currently should be there as well. Click there and find a button written "Browse" on it. If you dont know what a button is dont panic, go to an electronics store and ask the person working there what a button is.&lt;br /&gt;14. Now that you have clicked Browse, another window should appear, isnt it fun opening different types of windows. Browse to the location on your computer where you downloaded the cursors. Select the cursor that you want your mouse pointer to be. Selection can be done by clicking over the cursor.&lt;br /&gt;15. Click "open" button, browse window will magically disappear. you can even show this magic to you friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;16. You should be able to see the cursor that you selected some where on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;17. Now click "Ok" button.&lt;br /&gt;18. Green Cow, You did it. Cant believe yourself?, look at the pointer. Move your mouse pointer and you;ll be surprised to see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Now Thank me for providing these instruction, you can send gifts, pizzas choclates as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113349566732634251?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113349566732634251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113349566732634251&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113349566732634251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113349566732634251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/12/mouse-pointer.html' title='mouse pointer'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113338506715734518</id><published>2005-12-01T09:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:11:07.206+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Tagged by thee highness Little Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yet another tag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P . E . R . S . O . N . A . L . S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Name/initials: Saky&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday: 10 Nov&lt;br /&gt;-Siblings: four&lt;br /&gt;-Height: Taller then some shorter then others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. A . S . H . I . O . N . S . T . U . F . F .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where is your favorite place to shop: Any exotic place, must have shops for clothes and electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.S . P . E . C . I . F . I . C . S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you most scared of?: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-What would you change about yourself?: Some stuff in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . A . V . O . R . I . T . E . S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Color: Colorless yet not transparent. - depends this question needs to be more specific - .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Food: Pizzas cheesy ones. Grilled beef [with cheese will be a bonus]. And all, the so called 'junk' food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-subjects in school: It was maths, I used to get good marks in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbies: Programming, trying to enjoy nature.&lt;br /&gt;-Have you Ever Smoked?: A lil bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bungee jumped?: Its in the list of my next adventurous trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-been in love?: Time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ever made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cried when someone died?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C . U . R . R . E . N . T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-music: some opra music, "its not that i like to listen, its just that i m at work"&lt;br /&gt;-desktop picture: No picture, a blue background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-book you're reading: none, returned all the library books.&lt;br /&gt;-in cd player: linkin park - not listening.&lt;br /&gt;-in DVD player: Nothing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A . R . E . Y . O . U .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insecure: about? probably No.&lt;br /&gt;-moody: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-hard working: At times&lt;br /&gt;-organized: try to be, most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;-shy: hmm...depends...&lt;br /&gt;-difficult: For some.&lt;br /&gt;-messy: try not to be.&lt;br /&gt;-obsessed: at high times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R . A . N . D . O . M .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the morning I am: Driving to work.&lt;br /&gt;-I dream about: Having Software houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F . I . N . A . L . Q . U . E . S . T . I . O . N . S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what was the last film you saw at the movies? Can't remember the name,  but there was this dude from the 70's show in it.&lt;br /&gt;-what did you have for breakfast this morning?: Nothing, Waiting for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-could you live without your computer?: I guess yeah, but it'll be a bit hard life.&lt;br /&gt;-Gold or Silver: and Dimonds! I like all the bling blings.&lt;br /&gt;-would you color your hair?: I guess yeah, I dont want my kids to look at me like an old man.(if i have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.A.G.G.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113338506715734518?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113338506715734518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113338506715734518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113338506715734518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113338506715734518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/12/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113205237557178416</id><published>2005-11-15T23:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:59:35.580+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Void - Null Pointer Exception</title><content type='html'>Exams are over(10), a week ago, got holidays, doing job(14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much things in my mind. I wanted to write but I didn't. Every night, I get so many ideas rolling around in my head about random stuff. I say to myself, ok I'll remember this, will write it some time later. later theres nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing seems to be abstract. &lt;br /&gt;wake up, work, back, eat, watch, work, sleep &lt;br /&gt;- repeat the above step.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up is abstract, I dont remeber how i wake up, its getting late every time, just jump out.&lt;br /&gt;Work is abstract, I dont know what am I doing, I dont know what I have to do, But I am there and doing something, I am waiting, give me orders or let me give you orders.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back is implementing the same abstract everyday.&lt;br /&gt;watching is killing time, every thing reflects back before it reach to the cognitive part, there might be power shortage at the communication channel.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping - An hour of brain storming before getting down.&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts on &lt;br /&gt; - feminists (Wipe them out)&lt;br /&gt; - Kids social education&lt;br /&gt; - Human Memmory&lt;br /&gt; - Time passing (Older u r, quicker it passes)..&lt;br /&gt; - (Object Oriented) Religion Culture Interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole post is , i dont know, its a bit hard to understand, the words are not flowing properly. I can see a couple of "I"'s here, its getting personal. Let you become the diary.&lt;br /&gt;Throw Null pointer Exception, i cant be bothered to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;word abstract is sometimes in java's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is shuffled, I better go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113205237557178416?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113205237557178416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113205237557178416&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113205237557178416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113205237557178416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/11/void-null-pointer-exception.html' title='Void - Null Pointer Exception'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113145238419422580</id><published>2005-11-09T01:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:19:44.210+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A place better then Utopia</title><content type='html'>Ignore the world around you, dive in void and feel free, It feels so good there, nothing around you, like being in a dark matter of empty space, even better then utopia, even better then your fantasy dream world, you see nothing but floating in void, space, and then a bright tiny star takes birth and twinkles, then another, one after another, and it fills up with stars, you move you see the moon and you feel the pain and you realise you are lying on green cold grass on a hot summer night, you move and you feel the pain again, your thoughts flash back and you come to know some one hit you with a baseball bat on your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113145238419422580?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113145238419422580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113145238419422580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113145238419422580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113145238419422580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/11/place-better-then-utopia.html' title='A place better then Utopia'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113098235781147054</id><published>2005-11-03T14:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:16:35.723+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to...</title><content type='html'>Fake it, till you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a dumb look on your face. {not tested}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113098235781147054?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113098235781147054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113098235781147054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113098235781147054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113098235781147054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-you-have-to.html' title='Sometimes you have to...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113088587432619169</id><published>2005-11-02T11:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:44:06.940+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the first time I have explicitly recieved a tag thing. I have seen it on others blogs, so I'll do the same and do what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sid then Raheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: A little bit of every season.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: K1 kick boxing - Boxing.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time: 5 Am in summer - 6 Am in winter&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: November - just because it sound cool.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor : I have to think hard for this one. - I think i'll go for Ali G&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actress: Queen of England - Elizabeth II - sheś in Jhonny English.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: Any Ice cream with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: Coke - Chocolate Coffee Nescafe ones.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place: Dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Currents:&lt;br /&gt;Current Feeling: Normal - Fine&lt;br /&gt;Current O/S: Fedora Core 3 - Widows Xp.&lt;br /&gt;Current Windows Open: Bluetooth Drivers - Msn Messenger - FireFox x 2 (blogger something)&lt;br /&gt;Current Drink: Havent had any drink&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 9 : 54 Pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Mobile(s) Used : Alcatel(old - orange n black) Alcatel (Coloured) Alcatel (New Coloured one) Nokia something x 2 - Seimens something - Motorolla something - Samsung X600 - Gosh i never realised I have used so many phones.&lt;br /&gt;Current Show on TV: Its off&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought: Must study hard.&lt;br /&gt;Current Cloths: Black short shirt with white thin lines - Blue and white with wide bell bottom jeans - (stop thinking the 70's ones - its not like that)&lt;br /&gt;8 Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;First Nick: Smarty - Aint that cool&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: err...&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: I am safe from those evil spirits - never had !&lt;br /&gt;First Computer: 386, 8Mb Ram , Svga graphics, Intra 14" Monitor, Key boar, Pen kind of mouse, 110 Mb Hard disk - I need 110Gb now&lt;br /&gt;First Vehicle I drove: The ones in the play land you hit each others car - whats that called? hmm... Cant think of the name but you got the point aye !&lt;br /&gt;First Job: At a Vege shop &lt;br /&gt;First Movie I watched on Pulse Global’s print: I dont remember &lt;br /&gt;First Pet: First and Last - A White Rabbit &lt;br /&gt;First Shave: Say 2 or 3 years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Lasts:&lt;br /&gt;Last Chai: I had my last sip this morning at 5:45 Am .&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: Bit of Lord of the rings 2 last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last Time I Drove: Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last Time Shaved: I'll have to explain it - But I wont - will say yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last Web Site Visited: Google.com.pk (what happened to the font &gt;_&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;Last Software Installed: ESCJava2 in Fedora - Blue tooth drivers in Xp&lt;br /&gt;Last Pill I Had: Probably a year or 2 . (I dont do drugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Evers:&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: Yeah dude (feeling like a gangsta)&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk: No&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Climbed a Tree: Yeah to kill stingy bees.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: No&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast?: Yeah but that was cheerfull gun fire.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart: err..(Its embarrasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things:&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now: Noisy Fan inside my Computer box - Fire works going on out side. Clock ticks.&lt;br /&gt;Things on Your Computer Table: Computer box monitor mouse keyboard speakers headphones my watch - HCI notes - A folder - Eminem Encore - Books (Extreme Programming Refactored: The case against XP, Clean Room Software Engineering, Effective Java, Test Driven Development, Agile Software Development, Operating System Design and Implementation, Linux in 24Hrs, Modern Operating System) *Must give them back &gt;_&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;Things on Your Bed: Pillow, Flowery blanket, keys, mobile, wallet - (Stupid Stupid Stupid bunch of Halloween kids just knocked the door like chopping it with an Axe-arrrghhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Things You Ate Today: Cutlus - cup of tea -- Date -- Cutlus - Chicken - Rice - *Must cook something *&lt;br /&gt;Things in Mind: Bash those stupid kids - one of themwas wearing a big Motorbike helmet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; University&lt;br /&gt;University lake&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People You Can Tell Anything To:&lt;br /&gt;Dude on my left shoulder, Dude on my right shoulder and Virtual Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Choices:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; •  Black or White: Depends&lt;br /&gt; •  Hot or Cold: Depends but I guess Hot&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die:&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Lil Princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113088587432619169?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113088587432619169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113088587432619169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113088587432619169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113088587432619169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-first-time-i-have-explicitly.html' title=''/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113050557906095344</id><published>2005-10-29T01:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:19:39.070+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy</title><content type='html'>Time&lt;br /&gt;Its always running, to be as healthy as time, one must run with the pace of time or atleast try to reach time. But running makes you skinny. So time is skinny! yes? no ? But its running since ...(i dont know when)... so it must be very very very skinny. Fat people cant run fast. So logically skinny people run fast. Time is running with the speed of light. So, it must be as skinny as photons(light particles). But we can see photons. So it must not be photons but something similar to photons. Or it may not even be similar to photons as it does not have wave-partical duality. Or may be einestein was wrong saying that time travels at the speed of light. so what is time? ¨Its a cow¨, my mate told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-113050557906095344?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113050557906095344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113050557906095344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113050557906095344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113050557906095344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/healthy.html' title='Healthy'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-113005777019995582</id><published>2005-10-23T21:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:54:03.213+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Widows Xp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/snapshot2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/400/screenshot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long long time I worked on my stupid Widows and pimped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/15628368-113005777019995582?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/113005777019995582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=113005777019995582&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113005777019995582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/113005777019995582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/widows-xp.html' title='Widows Xp'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112959048084067985</id><published>2005-10-18T11:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:38:13.860+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Pukhtun first or muslim?</title><content type='html'>I have been asked this question many times in my school days. At the time, born and raised in Isb/Rwp, I did not have much knowledge about my ethnicity. Yet, I was following the strict Pukhtun code of conduct without realising it. By two definitions I am a Pukhtun. Among historians, anthropologists, and the Pukhtun themselves, there is controversy as to exactly who is a Pukhtun. Orthodox pukhtun's does not accept the word Pathan to be associated with them. The fact is that every pathan is not a pukhtun. The definition of a pathan is pretty straight forward, and it includes everyone from the surrounding "greater Afghanistan". Uzbek, Tajik, Baloch, Hazaraa's, Turkmen who setteled in that area are also Pathans, but not Pukhtuns.&lt;br /&gt;By one definition, A person is Pukhtun if his/her father was.&lt;br /&gt;By other, A person is a Pukhtun if he/she follow the code of Pukhtunwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukhtunwali is said to be pre islamic code of honor that is still in practice proudly. Yet with the time Pukhtunwali has casted its code with the islamic code but it is by no means Islamic sharia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of the main concepts of Pukhtunwali are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melmastia (hospitality)&lt;/strong&gt; - to show hospitality to all visitors, regardless of whom they are, their ethnic, religious, or national background, without hope of remuneration or favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;badal (justice or revenge)&lt;/strong&gt; - to seek justice over time or over space to avenge a wrong. This applies to injustices committed yesterday or 1000 years ago if the wrongdoer still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanawatay (settlement)&lt;/strong&gt; - derived from the verb meaning to go in, this is used when the vanquished party is prepared to go in to the house or hujra of the victors and ask forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nang (honour) &lt;/strong&gt;- the various points below that a tribesman must observe to ensure his honour, and that of his family, is upheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jirga &lt;/strong&gt;- an assembly of tribal elders called for various purposes whether waging war or composing peace, tribal or inter-tribal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamsaya &lt;/strong&gt;- A group who attaches themselves to a Pashtun group, usually for protection. The Pashtun protector group is called a naik. Any attack on a hamsaya is considered an attack on the protector. The recent example is, Talibans(Pukhtun) provided protection to Al-Qaeda. It is also sometimes binded with melmastia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rogha &lt;/strong&gt;- settlement of a dispute between warring factions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hujra &lt;/strong&gt;- a common sitting or sleeping place for males in the village. Visitors and unmarried young men sleep in the hujra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of Pukhtunwali, Yousafzai's and Khattaks are living peacefully after Yousafzai's gave assylum and shelter to Khushal Khan Khatak when mughal's turned against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Pukhtunwali is very infelxibal, yet it by no means conflict with Islam and all the issues have been carried out smoothly till now. Pukhtunwali has casted it self so perfectly that history has never shown any dispute in the teachings of pukhtunwali and Islam. It maybe because of the fact that 100% pukhtuns are muslims, and any pukhtun rejecting faith in Islam is not considered as Pukhtun. But it is the flexibility of Islam that provide each and every person the way of living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why when Khan Wali Khan was asked if he considered himself a Pakistani Muslim first or a Pukhtun, by stating that: "I have been a Pukhtun for six thousand years, a Muslim for thirteen hundred years, and a Pakistani for twenty-five."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112959048084067985?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112959048084067985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112959048084067985&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112959048084067985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112959048084067985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-pukhtun-first-or-muslim.html' title='Are you Pukhtun first or muslim?'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112958482277092572</id><published>2005-10-18T09:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:33:42.800+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Plan Alpha release V. 1.0a</title><content type='html'>Finish Bachelors - Mid 2006&lt;br /&gt;Go to Dubai live close to family and do a job. End 2006&lt;br /&gt;Leave the job start own business in Pakistan and Nz simultaneously. End 2007&lt;br /&gt;Make a money cow and start developing my village. Start 2007&lt;br /&gt;Provide scholorships for student becoming engineers. Start 2007&lt;br /&gt;Become Mayor of the village. 2009  2010&lt;br /&gt;Provide support for SUN Micorsystems - Export Softwares. 2009 - 2010&lt;br /&gt;Develop neighbouring villages, increase popularity 2009 - 2010&lt;br /&gt;Start a radio station 2009 - 2010&lt;br /&gt;Join Awami National Party  Pakistan Tehreek - e - Insaaf  PML(Q) 2011-2012&lt;br /&gt;Invest in the whole district increase popularity 2013- 2014&lt;br /&gt;Ellect for MP&lt;br /&gt;Ellect for MNA (by hooks or by crooks)&lt;br /&gt;Play dirty politics&lt;br /&gt;Become Prime Minister&lt;br /&gt;Everything else after this is secret, Yet you'll see a strong Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Things may change with respect to time and solely dependent on life)&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/15628368-112958482277092572?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112958482277092572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112958482277092572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112958482277092572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112958482277092572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/future-plan-alpha-release-v-10a.html' title='Future Plan Alpha release V. 1.0a'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112868161701179820</id><published>2005-10-07T23:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:40:17.020+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let thee who read benifit. I cannot resist myself to share this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Your brain loves color. Use colored pens – good quality, not gel pens –    or use colored paper. Color helps memory.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;2. Your brain can effectively focus and concentrate for up to 25 minutes    (adults). Take a 10-minute break after every 20-30 minutes of studying. Go do    some chores: rake the lawn, iron a shirt, vacuum. Come back after 10 minutes    and do another focused, intense session.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;3. Your brain needs to be rested to learn fast and remember best. If you    are tired take a 20-minute nap first otherwise you are wasting your study    time.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;4. Your brain is like a motor: it needs fuel. You wouldn’t put dirty fuel    in your Lamborghini (if you had one) or you wouldn’t put low quality fuel in a    rocket, would you? Well, your brain is a much more valuable, intricate machine    than either of those so feed it properly. Junk food and imitation food and all    the chemicals and preservatives weaken both your body and your mind. In fact,    a recent study in England showed that your IQ is affected by your diet.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;5. Your brain is like a sea of an electro-chemical activity. And both    electricity and chemicals flow better in water. If you are dehydrated you just    don’t focus as well. Drink enough water (colored liquids – pop, juice, coffee,    etc. – are not the same). Often times headaches are connected to dehydration,    too.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;6. Your brain loves questions. When you come up with questions in class or    when reading a book, your brain automatically searches for answers, making the    learning faster. A good question has more than one answer.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;7. Your brain and body have their own rhythm cycles: there are times during    the day when you are more alert than others. You will save time learning if    you study during your peak periods. If you have a part-time job that happens    during your peak period you may wan to reconsider if it is wise to be giving    your employer your best learning time.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;8. Your brain and body communicate constantly. If your body is slouched    down, the message the brain gets is that “this is not important” and so it    doesn’t pay as close attention. In any learning situation, sit up and lean    forward to help keep your mind alert.  Buy a good quality, adjustable office chair.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;9. Your brain is affected by smells. Use aromatherapy to keep your brain    alert. Peppermint, lemon and cinnamon are good ones to experiment with.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;10. Your brain needs oxygen. Get out there and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;11. Your brain needs space. Be sure that you are not trying to study in a    small cramped area.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;12. Your brain needs your space to be organized. One recent study showed    that kids who grow up in tidy, organized homes do better academically. Why?    Because by being trained to organize the outside environment, the brain learns    to organize the internal knowledge…which makes recall faster. Buy a 4-drawer    legal-sized filing cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;13. Your brain cells in the hippocampus, a part of the brain that deals    with putting information from short-term to long-term memory, are destroyed by    cortisol, which is created when you are stressed. So, yes, stress affects    memory. How do you get rid of cortisol? Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;14. Your brain doesn’t know what you can’t do until you tell it.&lt;br /&gt;  What are    you telling it? Listen to your self-talk. Stop the negativity. Replace it with    more positive, encouraging talk.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;15. Your brain is like a muscle: it can be trained and strengthened, at any    age. No excuses. Stop being a mental couch potato. Professional athletes    practice every day; you can practice homework everyday. If “you don’t have    any”, make some up for yourself. Read ahead, review…do SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;16. Your brain needs repetition. It is better to do short frequent reviews    than one long review because what counts is how many times your brain sees    something, not how long is sees it in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;17. Your brain can understand faster than you can read. Use a pencil or    finger to “lead” your eyes. By doing so you help your eyes move more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;18. Your brain needs movement, especially if you are mostly a kinesthetic    (body movement) learner instead of a visual or auditory learner. You might    find your productivity go up if you have a standing desk. Buy one or make one    by raising your desk/table on blocks. This allows you to move more easily and    stay more alert.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;19. Your brain seeks patterns and connections. When you are learning    something, ask yourself, “What does this remind me of?” This will also help    your memory because it connects the new knowledge to something you already    know.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;20. Your brain loves fun. We learn in direct proportion to how much fun we    are having. Learning is life. Live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="s" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from        the popular &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world-mysteries.com/sci_memory1.htm#Resources"&gt;BRAIN&lt;i&gt;BOOSTER&lt;/i&gt;™ DVD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; program.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2004 by &lt;i&gt;Tonia E. Chrapko, &lt;/i&gt;B.Ed.,  &lt;br /&gt;   creator of the BRAINBOOSTER™ DVD series.&lt;br /&gt;   All Rights Reserved.&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/15628368-112868161701179820?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112868161701179820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112868161701179820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112868161701179820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112868161701179820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/learning-tips.html' title='Learning Tips'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112847143946277220</id><published>2005-10-05T13:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:57:08.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustache</title><content type='html'>Mustache has suffered alot in western society. Many younger generations, sometimes called as Generation G, targetted it with great hatred in western society. This group of people considered mustache as for homosexuals or cops &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/General_Musharaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/General_Musharaf.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only. And sometimes for "shifty people". The case is some what opposite in the east as mustache has its own place in the society. Famous leaders and tv actors has mustaches. To the extreme, in Pakhtun culture a man without mustahce is a man without soul. While some consider clean shave as a sign of being homosexual. However, it greatly depends on the culture and society. Its not just a thin line of hair or bushy hair around Lip, but there is alot more associated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/magnumpidvd11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/magnumpidvd11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of younger generation in any society does not wear mustache any more. It may be because of the modern pop culture icons have totally given it up except a few. Or it may be because opposite gender doesnot find it attractive. It is arguable as from good old days I still remember Magnum P.I., when they tend to show English programes on STN, used to wear a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/magnumpidvd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thick mustache. Yet indeed mustache makes a person look older and mature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112847143946277220?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112847143946277220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112847143946277220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112847143946277220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112847143946277220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/10/mustache.html' title='Mustache'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112798352923079690</id><published>2005-09-29T20:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:47:25.893+12:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I donot feel like blogging any more. My thinking about blogging has been changed. I have read many blogs and most of them are about their personal lives. Which is, I think not good for me reading. And not good for them making it public. Because Its like I am staring at their personal life and making an image about how will they be in reall world. I think its making me curious about looking at their personal life. And especially reading opposite genders one, I think I am doing wrong. So it makes me conservative, with some religious thinking. Which is equivalent to extremist. So I am an extremist. Should Nazi's be considered as extremists? Well I can be Hitler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112798352923079690?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112798352923079690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112798352923079690&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112798352923079690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112798352923079690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-more-blogging.html' title='No More Blogging'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112771028767261373</id><published>2005-09-26T16:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:03:39.976+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot in the head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“Why is she here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“How many times I told her not to come to my house” I was talking to my self, as I saw a car on the drive way coming towards me, while standing in the door, half in half out and was looking out side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“Ok! Just be calm, I don’t want a drama here”, I was reminding myself, as she stepped out of the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Instead of letting my anger flow through her body, I calmly asked, “What are you doing here?” as she was stepping out of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;She did not reply anything, maybe she did but I don’t remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;She went inside the house, I followed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;As I entered the drawing room, I see blood on the walls, “where did it come from?” I asked my self terrifyingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;It was like some one was nailed to the wall and then was shot with a shotgun from a close distance, and the 90 degree blood fountains to the wall from the holes made the wallpaper soaked. Even the carpet was soaked in the blood like a sponge. “How am I going to clean this?”, “Did she kill my brother?” These questions were wondering in my mind as she walks around the room. Her face is straight. I can feel the fury from a distance that is blazing inside her through her devilish looking eyes that are stuck on me. I am silent. I don’t want to say anything, as I know it will worse the situation. There was this whole process going on in my mind. I was constantly thinking about the possibilities, what should I say and what should I do, on her every move, not to let her anger out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;I don’t remember what happens after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Next moment that I remember, I see her in the car. I am looking at the car from left to right. It is white, but looks pale yellow, it seems like it has been beaten up by the harsh weather. I can see some small dry sticks on it. It looks as if there was a bird nest in the boot. It was a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; corolla 86 model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;How much she paid for this car? It’s not a good car. Why did she buy this car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;I see a barrel in between my eyes. She was holding a 32 bore gun pointing straight to my fore head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;It happened so quickly that my mind was still on the car and I was about to ask her why did she buy this car and not realizing the gun that is pointing at me. Maybe my mind was seized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;My life does not flash in front of my eyes. All I can see now is a dark silver-black metal cylindrical shape thing, which is seized in between my eyes. I can’t think any thing. My mind is void. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;*BANG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;It was so loud that the sound never stop echoing in my head. I felt the spinning round cone copper bullet crushing my skull and leaving a big hole in it. I was in such a state of shock that my eyes did not even move. I was standing stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“Am I dead?” I ask my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“I am not sure.” my half working consciousness tells me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;I move my hand slowly and put my fingers on my forehead, locating the hole in my skull, I look at my fingers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;“There is no blood”, surprisingly, optimistically and terrifyingly I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;I open my eyes and I am getting late for the lecture. &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/15628368-112771028767261373?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112771028767261373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112771028767261373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112771028767261373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112771028767261373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/shot-in-head.html' title='Shot in the head'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112709168772693269</id><published>2005-09-19T12:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:02:27.513+12:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Dear Cat,&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/cat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/200/cat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;I have seen you a couple of times from my front door while you are on your catwalk. You have seen me as well. Remember once I tried to seduce you even though I saw a tag in your neck. You a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;re indeed very loyal to your master. I admire your resistive powers of seduction. I had no bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;intentions for you that day, in fact I liked you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Last night when I was cooking and serving my self a delicious dinner, I went to the backyard through the back door to get some juicy sour lemons. I found the black rubbish bag has been torn apart. And the rubbish was scattered all over the beautiful yard. You damn stupid cat, that’s it from me. It’s the second time you did this. Last time you did it, I spared you. I did not take any action. I cleaned the yard all by myself. But stupid brainless cat, can’t you see it has been raining cats and dogs for two days. Why the heck you have to do your dinner at my back yard and then leaving all the mess there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;It’s time for you to die. I’ll definitely kill you, and I mean it if you do it next time. But for now to teach you a lesson, I’ll Catnap you. I’ll torture you so that you remember not to do your candle light dinners in my backyard. I’ll make you drunk even stoned if I have to and I am deadly serious. You have called on my devil and now you have to face the consequences of the fury of my evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;No Mercy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Your Catnapper.&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/15628368-112709168772693269?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112709168772693269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112709168772693269&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112709168772693269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112709168772693269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-cat.html' title='To The Cat'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112696294623041416</id><published>2005-09-18T01:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:15:46.240+12:00</updated><title type='text'>~Live from Tv~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These political leaders speeches are going on. I missed writing Don's speech that was full of tributes to the people.&lt;br /&gt;Cameras and people are waiting outside Helens house.&lt;br /&gt;Labour has 50 and National has 49 seats.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a victory for National because they think they will do coalition. Don is happy what he has recovered from nothing to so much.&lt;br /&gt;Helen is a good leader though. She will do her speech with much more power and with a lion’s roar.&lt;br /&gt;Brash is still in front of camera answering questions of the curious newspaper, radio and TV guys. Brash is answering questions one by one but no one is shouting for questions.&lt;br /&gt;Brash is just continuously and recklessly answering questions. He has this quality of leadership. These radio mic holders are just asking questions. These newscasters have their own special way of speaking. That’s the news style talking. It is a very good style of funny talking though. This newscaster is just so fast reader and speaks with tones changing one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Cameras are still out side Helen’s home with security out side.&lt;br /&gt;As they wait for Helen, they starts showing another party leader's speech. This leader, She won or lost, I don’t know. But she is saying some Names and then telling them that they are great full people. She is saying "to win four seats is really proud of me". She is emotional, saying something in Maori. She is saying that she didn’t wanted to come to politics, "but I came for solving peoples problems". A Maori leader’s speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the news station, there are political experts sitting there from universities. News caster asking questions seriously and curiously.&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait something interesting; Don is on TV there are these supporters behind him. And two of them are Indians. They are smiling hard because they were right behind Don’s shoulder where you could see their faces on TV. They are happy for no reason maybe they are on TV. Interesting part is one of a dark smiling dude gets a call on his mobile as he receives the call he looks at the camera saying Hello by waving his hand as he know who is watching him.&lt;br /&gt;Cameras zoomed to Helens Home; a guy comes out of a car and goes to Helen’s house. Cameras zoom in and zooms out while the news caster changes her tones and starts doing commentary about what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere there is party going on whether for one “party” or another. In a club there is a virtual parliament pool house. They have setup a parliament’s seats by pool balls. Cameras are just everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras back to expert’s discussion. They are discussing the possibilities of forming govt. which party will do coalition with which party to form govt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverted and more important news is a crazy pilot is in the air threatening to collide with sky tower, and doing demands. Drama ended with the crazy pilot’s plane in water. Probably by shadowing of a police helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras gone to newscaster who has the news about the parties. And she points it to Don Brash where he is answering some questions very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Channel changed...&lt;br /&gt;*Channel Changed Back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News caster telling news about some town’s political leaders. But not very loud and her volume does not have very high intensity. She goodbye us. She thanks and Cameras go to another newscaster. Where he says some news and cameras goes to Helen’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are high chances for Helen coming out of her house this time as the door opens and closes. This is very curious moment. People are waiting what Helen will say about Don's speech. They are making decisions in side the house. There might be a speech writer writing for Helen. While Helen might be remembering the speech. These leaders are indeed leaders. They know what they are doing and they know how to play the game of running a country. It is something like Sims City if one has played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I am going to drink some water***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Panic Panic*&lt;br /&gt;Prime minister comes out, Helen in her red suite. Cameras are on her; camera flashes are flashing causing the screen to be white. I think she sat in a car camera while people are whistling. She goes to car and goes away on the road. There are cars and people going behind the cars. And some are on bikes as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A helicopter view is shown, cameras chasing Helens car. It is night and the roads are lighted colored. Two cars going on the road, while people are out on the roads shouting for them. It’s a day in the night; bridges are lighted like a moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her car stops and she comes out, the cameras runs to her, "how s what, ", “How’s you feeling prime minister", some crazy mic holders asks her. She doesn’t reply, and walks in the crowd. Cameras are just flashing, people are shouting, music is loud. People are clapping as she goes on the stage; she receives flowers from someone on the stage. The crowd is shouting, “We want you”, while Helen is standing in front of people. A bloke praises Helen and her past 6 years in Governance.&lt;br /&gt;He invites prime minister of New Zealand. She slowly goes to the stage. “Perhaps I should start by saying Thank you mainstream New Zealand”, She said and goes quite for a while and the crowd shouts. She looks down and then up and starts again, “We have the opportunity to form a new Govt. with coalition”, and stops, while the crowd go crazy. Her voice is strong and she is very serious, deadly serious. She is telling what she has done in her past six years.&lt;br /&gt;She is telling what her importance’s are and how to bring New Zealanders together. Because her election campaign was the historic reasons for bringing New Zealanders together". She stops the crowd goes crazy shouts, "We want you, We want you". They are shouting she is looking at them. She starts again and tells some more...&lt;br /&gt;She thanks her team, and people, and the whole New Zealand by dimensioning the map. Thanking the North and East corners and the West and South corner. She is thanking people for giving the opportunity to take the government...”Thank you every body”... She shakes her head twice thrice looking at the crowd, some team members and Labourers. Cameras stays on her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras back to newscaster, they say something that I missed.&lt;br /&gt;The camera goes to Helen again as she answers some question.&lt;br /&gt;Camera moves back to the newscaster as she explains about every major cities voting results. Some little towns are also discussed, as did they lose their last seat or win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like writing all this, tired. Will skip some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking where these leaders come from. They born in some school politics, become popular. Increase their popularity in University and College politics. Where the news catches them in strikes and other activities they conduct. The popularity depends on the campaign. The campaign is the main stream to win elections. They make themselves popular by campaigning and doing speeches to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen is back on screen. Political Experts asks her questions. She is confidently answering him. As soon as she stops, the expert asks another question. Oh the sound is lost. The expert is in the newsroom. He is apologizing as they are having technical difficulties. He apologizes and asks prime minister as she can hear him or not. And then camera goes to a newscaster where she apologizes and the commercials are on TV now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112696294623041416?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112696294623041416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112696294623041416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112696294623041416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112696294623041416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/live-from-tv.html' title='~Live from Tv~'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112691937885488798</id><published>2005-09-17T11:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:09:38.860+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is The Night!!</title><content type='html'>They have been campaining like maniacs to get votes. Each and every vote was important to them, except a few. Campaining is over and its the election day here in Aotear0a New Zealand. Two major parties, Labour and National are colliding head to head with swords in their hands ready to chop each others heads of. It is fun to see some fountains of blood from human headless bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/helen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/helen1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go and vote. I personally will be voting for Labour, the govertment lead by beautiful Aunty Helen Clark, loves to wear Red, the prime minister of Aotearoa for the last five or so years and ex-model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/don.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/don.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Brash, leader of National, bold shiny headed with glasses on and a big cheeky smile on his face when infront of camera, kiss-ass american, is the opponent wannabe prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Peter, leader of NZ First, an anti-muslim, anti-maori, anti-truth, anti-black, anti-human, and all the bad words associates with him. A bloke with no respect. Swear him and you'll go to heaven straightaway. He is the bloke trying to fit in somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I 'll be voting for Aunty Helen today to make the world a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/wtfomglol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/wtfomglol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112691937885488798?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112691937885488798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112691937885488798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112691937885488798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112691937885488798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is The Night!!'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112650827565414857</id><published>2005-09-12T18:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:57:55.660+12:00</updated><title type='text'>How I tortured my time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been lazy for the last dozen days. I killed my time. Oh wait I didn't kill it straight away. I slowly tortured it.  I tied it with its hair and peeled off its skin and salted it with red chilli and cooked it and burnt in the darkest of hells flame. I showered it with boiling lava from deep down the farthest mountains of darkshadows. I abused it. I made it to sit on the black cursed chair of death while I watched it being electorcuted. I could smell the black smoke rising from it. I laughed as its screem echoed from the hells gate. I laughed when it cried from the dreadfull pain that I caused as I pulled its eyes out.I took it through the painfull adventures with the bloody deamons. There I draged it to the black cold skull beach where there is only blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112650827565414857?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112650827565414857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112650827565414857&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112650827565414857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112650827565414857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-tortured-my-time.html' title='How I tortured my time...'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112589048763122066</id><published>2005-09-05T15:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:21:27.636+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in frames</title><content type='html'>This publication is published as is because of not having enough time to convert it to RTFormat(Rich Text). Appologies for any not understandable hand writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keywords: Life after death, Life in frames, Animated life, Sleep mode, Speed of time, Time controlling, Souls in time frame, Day of judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/life-frame1i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/life-frame1i1.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/life-frame2i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/life-frame2i1.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/life-frame3i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/320/life-frame3i1.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments are always appreciated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112589048763122066?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112589048763122066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112589048763122066&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112589048763122066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112589048763122066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-in-frames.html' title='Life in frames'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112583038676412370</id><published>2005-09-04T22:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:40:50.346+12:00</updated><title type='text'>me and Biorythmic Cycle</title><content type='html'>I have been experiencing this strange kind of cycle through out my life that I was never able to give a name or define it properly. I have always noticed my intellectual and emotional effectiveness at times. And what i really really have noticed is my determination and willpower for course study. November to april is the most effective time when I am truelly determind for studying. After that till July my determination is very low. July to mid August is the crest and trough till end of October. This situation is defined by the scientific Biorythmic Cycle that I read today. This is something that attracted me towards itself. It may not be accurate but it is atleast defined in an official way and by two different scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the scientific biorythm, here is my biorythm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/400/biogif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent yet researched whether this rythm is accurate or not however &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can create and research on your own biorythm. &lt;a href="http://www.facade.com/biorhythm/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here what the scientific Biorythm is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have three repeating biorhythmic cycles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical, which lasts for 23 days&lt;br /&gt;Emotional, which lasts for 28 days&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual, which lasts for 33 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of each cycle is the same for everyone. The cycles are based on your birth date, and are tracked in tandem throughout your life. So, you can find out what kind of day you are going to have tomorrow, next week, or in three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the physical cycle affect me?&lt;br /&gt;The physical cycle occurs over 23 days. Throughout those 23 days, the quality of your physical performance will vary, depending on where you are within the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;During the positive phase of the cycle you experience better physical endurance and strength. During the negative phase of this cycle you are more susceptible to fatigue, disease, and coordination problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the emotional cycle affect me?&lt;br /&gt;The emotional cycle governs how you feel about and react to certain situations. The cycle lasts 28 days. Some researchers also believe that the emotional cycle is responsible for "bio-luck," the concept that you are lucky on some days and unlucky on others.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, any endeavors you undertake will have a better outcome during the positive phase of the emotional cycle. The higher the sine wave, the better the outcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the intellectual cycle affect me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intellectual cycle governs judgment, decision-making, and memory. Your intellectual abilities cycle over a 33-day period.&lt;br /&gt;During the positive phase of the cycle, your mind is quite sharp — almost as if the synapses in your brain are firing faster. During the negative phase of the intellectual cycle, you may find it difficult to recall information, such as phone numbers and names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source &lt;a href="http://www.world-mysteries.com/sci_5.htm#Biorhythm"&gt;http://www.world-mysteries.com/sci_5.htm#Biorhythm&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112583038676412370?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112583038676412370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112583038676412370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112583038676412370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112583038676412370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-biorythmic-cycle.html' title='me and Biorythmic Cycle'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112556233775143022</id><published>2005-09-01T19:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:12:17.756+12:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLIC RELATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONALITY CHECKLIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;This checklist, based on careful evaluation, can measure the effectiveness of your person&amp;shy;ality in terms of the public relations profession.&lt;br /&gt;Rate each item "yes" or "no." Each "yes" counts for 4 points. A "no" doesn't count. Anything below 60 is a poor score. A score between 60 and 80 suggests you should ana&amp;shy;lyze your weak areas and take steps to correct them. Scores above 80 indicate an effective public relations personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;-         Positive and optimistic&lt;br /&gt;-         Friendly, meet people easily&lt;br /&gt;-         Can keep a conversation going with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;-         Take frustration and rejection in stride&lt;br /&gt;-         Able to persuade others easily&lt;br /&gt;-         Well-groomed, businesslike ap&amp;shy;pearance&lt;br /&gt;-         Flair for showmanship&lt;br /&gt;-         Strong creative urge&lt;br /&gt;-         Considerate and tactful&lt;br /&gt;-         Adept in use of words&lt;br /&gt;-         Able to gain management's con&amp;shy;fidence&lt;br /&gt;-         Enjoy being with people&lt;br /&gt;-            Enjoy listening&lt;br /&gt;-            Enjoy helping other people resolve problems&lt;br /&gt;-            Curious about many things&lt;br /&gt;-            Enjoy reading in diverse areas&lt;br /&gt;-            Determined to complete projects&lt;br /&gt;-            High energy level&lt;br /&gt;-            Can cope with sudden emergen&amp;shy;cies&lt;br /&gt;-            See mistakes as learning experi&amp;shy;ences&lt;br /&gt;-            Factual and objective&lt;br /&gt;-            Respect other people's viewpoints&lt;br /&gt;-            Perceptive and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;-            Quickly absorb and retain infor&amp;shy;mation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: PRSSA Forum, Spring 1990.&lt;/span&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/15628368-112556233775143022?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112556233775143022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112556233775143022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112556233775143022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112556233775143022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/public-relations.html' title='PUBLIC RELATIONS'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112549940004920265</id><published>2005-09-01T02:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:43:20.056+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into his eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/1600/dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1452/400/dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Look into his eyes for a while...&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/span&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/15628368-112549940004920265?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112549940004920265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112549940004920265&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112549940004920265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112549940004920265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/09/look-into-his-eyes.html' title='Look into his eyes'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112539327909484989</id><published>2005-08-30T20:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:47:20.326+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a TITLE for this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Title: Did you hear it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look what they are doing..they are playing cards..just like kids play hide n seek..so is cards big boys game!!..They are fighting in the game..they are shouting..making coments..&lt;em&gt;why did u put that? isn't hearts the trump?..&lt;/em&gt;One of the guy said loudly like the other cant hear..they started the game again i think some thing happened after that comment..one of the team lost.. Comments started again..0ne of the guys who is not really famliar with game..his partner makes comments like teaching him but in sarcastic ways with a little anger in his voice..Oh they are shouting again ...its loud..some are laughing some saying NOOoo...ok one of them is teaching his partner as he did not know..oh the teacher is angry ... the pupil is poor..one of the other team member is having fun out of his evil laugh watching those guys..the game continued after that incident..the anger moments are gone..the game is now in silent mode..oh once again the shouting but this time the intensity was not that high...the teacher once again scoulded his partner..but in a light manner..the pupil also makes a comment..seems like feeling a bit relieved..but not for long..now the teacher is explaing the other team members..&lt;em&gt;he's learning, &lt;/em&gt;said to the other guy..the game started..he just ordered me to go to the kitchen and turn off the fire to pressure cooker..something is cooking..i think they are very busy in playing game..maybe after a long time they are playing cards..coming to the game..they are shouting again..one of them goes to eat some thing..because of the other three are fighting..he goes to the fridge..he tries to take out some thing&lt;em&gt;..Oye thats for later, &lt;/em&gt;the pupil in his oponent's team said..he was noticed..ok he comes back with a little unhappy expression on his face..joines the game&lt;em&gt;..bro we lost it,, we lost&lt;/em&gt;,,..saying in a funny way..with a smile as soon as he joins the game...he just dived into the game straight away like he wasn't hungry anymore..they are playing again..teacher is teaching the others are laughing..n one of them is silent..or talks sometimes but not loud..he thinks he is not talking much and if he say something that must be usefull.. oh no, i think he is also flowing with the game now..his voice is getting loud..and making comments..as the other makes..but all of the others voices are not that loud and intense anymore..may be its his respect that they are not ignoring him..but he is the youngest one..so its not the reason..maybe just subconsciously..or it maybe that they are tired because of shouting too much..the game seems a bit smooth..the poor pupil picked up the art of game a bit and trying to keep his pace with the game..the teacher is as usuall explaining...the game continues..&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/15628368-112539327909484989?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112539327909484989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112539327909484989&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112539327909484989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112539327909484989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-me-title-for-this.html' title='Give me a TITLE for this..'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112505634348444930</id><published>2005-08-26T23:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:40:33.836+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~Friday, August 26, 2005~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;Money; people love money, some don’t. Some think money is evil, some think money is everything. While some may think there shouldn’t be any money. But then that makes it too independent. Yes, money makes people go independent, and yes of course this might be the system how money flows. And if you play trade, you will be more and more dependent on each other. Dependence is good, some times bad, although we shall not dig that at this stage. But despite all of this, every one tries for it at least once at some stage. While as the cash in flow starts and as it increases the need also starts to increase with the speed directly proportional to the cash in flow. People always have piggy banks; these piggy banks can be in the form of a pocket or in the form of a bank. The point is people save money, sometimes for a short term other times for long terms. People save the money to do something with it. Some might be trying to get stable, like buying a house. While some might be keeping it for bad times. While others may have future plans, and they’ll be digging for it. As the cash starts to arise from a certain level, people starts digging more and more. As you might still be paying for some thing, and if you are sure enough that some money is expected to arrive, there is very high chance that you will start making plan for your next investment. Although the investment can be in the form of buying a cloth or buying some food. You think about that investment and you get distracted. You get distracted from the outer world; it may can just be for a little while or more. But the more you think the more you get distracted and this distraction sums up. The distraction can be directed towards “how to get more money?” if there is less, or it may be directed towards “What should I do with the extra money?” And there are infinite amount of ideas in these “Universes”*. In terms of physics, distraction is a vector, with a magnitude and a direction. The direction will always be directing towards some where in the universe* at some degree. Here I must say that the degrees of direction will always be less then the discreet and infinite degrees in the real world or universe* (although it is another philosophical, abstract and profound topic that will not be discussed here). One may also be able to say that the human brain can think of infinitely amount of ideas that are present in the universe*--. The magnitude of the distraction is the length or may be the density of the distraction, with some mass and volume. The more the volume is the more ideas are covered. While the more the mass is the more the chances are to implement those ideas. However the distraction must have some volume so that some ideas are covered, and must have enough mass to implement the idea. +++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-NZ"&gt;In regards to this paper the context ‘distraction’ can be defined in many ways and have many different meanings. One of the definitions of ‘distraction’ is the distraction from the real world of interaction with your loved ones, your social dependence, your parents, your neighbours, and your kids. xThe interaction may also just get limited to get money.x&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&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/15628368-112505634348444930?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112505634348444930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112505634348444930&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112505634348444930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112505634348444930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/08/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>S. 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Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112478929925881908</id><published>2005-08-23T21:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:28:19.263+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The COOL Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Well well well... Today it was raining once again and as usual. I woke up early in the morning 10 o’clock; as soon as I stepped out of my bed I felt the cold breeze. Not surprisingly my brother left the door open. Anyway still having no idea what’s going on out side, I did the usuals and went to the door, opened the door to have a look how’s the weather! As soon as I looked out side my inner me said "damit". Why? Because I will have to carry an umbrella all day long. Any way I had my breakfast, and turned on the computer for no reason. Browsed through internet and spent as much time inside the house as I could. I had my lecture at 2, but well had some assignments due so my plan was to leave early. And that early was just an hour before the lecture. By the time my flat mate and my brother came back home for lunch. Anyway I made my mind to get out. So I looked for an umbrella. There were a few umbrellas; two of them were big size, and the rest two small ones. I prefer the small ones as they are easy to carry. I took one of the umbrellas found out that it was broken heart. Hence I went for the other small one. As I was about to pick that up, with lightning speed my flat mate did his move.&lt;br /&gt;What was that? I looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;Bro I need the umbrella. He said&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you gona stay at home? I asked&lt;br /&gt;With a big smile on his face, he replied bro I got a class at 2.&lt;br /&gt;While I was making plan to some how get his umbrella, he handed me one of the big size umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Here take this one, he said.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the umbrella, unwillingly took the umbrella from him and said bro this one is too big I have to carry like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed the umbrella from me, came out, and started to walk, on each step he tapped the top of the umbrella, the metal, on the ground making the sound "cratach" "cratach" and said "just do like this".&lt;br /&gt;Well having no other choice I took the umbrella and started to walk to Uni.&lt;br /&gt;It was not raining that much, so I thought not to open the umbrella.  Giving it a second thought, I felt sorry for my cool jacket that I was wearing. That jacket meant a lot to me. Why? It’s a different story. So I looked for the magic button to open the umbrella. It was not that hard to find the magic button, "There must be some good designers having knowledge of HCI, involved in the making of the umbrella" hmmm... Well it was not a special umbrella; it was just like a normal big size umbrella. However as it belonged to me, It was not normal any more. As I pressed the button of the umbrella, it opened like a huge bat opening its arms making the sound ffhhrrraaabbbbb. I looked at it, but not for long. Anyway I kept walking reached Uni and went to my first lecture. I laid the umbrella horizontally on the ground under my seat. But some how it moved a bit and slipped near my feet. I pushed it back right under my seat using my feet not any one else letting to know about this. Anyway, all the way to the lecture it didn’t give me any troubles. So it was all good. Finished my lecture I took the umbrella, and walked to my next lecture room, while tapping the umbrella on the ground as I was told to! As I reached to the lecture room, there was the last lecturer still lecturing. Well I had to wait out side holding the umbrella and of course carrying extra weight. But it was worth it as it saved my cool jacket from getting wet. I was waiting and waiting and waiting there. Soon I realized that none of my classmates are present! What the! (Say it like how Rove says it) well It made me think that there might not be any lecture today. So I thought to wait for a while and then see if still there is no one then I will have no choice other then to snatch and emotionally torture the lecturer how I waited there for such long long long 10 minutes holding the extra weight of my umbrella. Meanwhile, there’s this one guy appeared from my right, and another and another all in a group at once and then the lecturer. By the way those guys that appeared were my classmates. Well, one of the dudes came up looked in the little windowish thing on the door, and hummed in a thinky way...&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.....still going on" he said&lt;br /&gt;"Yea" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;And then my eyes caught his umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;He had a green umbrella!!! A Greeeeeeeeennnn one!!! Hmmmm.... (Hmm like homer does it) and a little smaller then my one. And as soon as I saw that&lt;br /&gt;I said "Your umbrella is smaller then my umbrella”. And then the evil laugh came out of me...huhuhuhahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;"Well you should be really proud of it then" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I am!!” proudly said that!&lt;br /&gt;"And my one has two colours black and red!!" I further added, with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;"Well then you should be two times proud!!"He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rest of the cool umbrella may come or not, It is recommended not to hold your breath)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112478929925881908?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112478929925881908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112478929925881908&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112478929925881908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112478929925881908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/08/cool-umbrella.html' title='The COOL Umbrella'/><author><name>S. Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112469208169291490</id><published>2005-08-22T18:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:28:01.696+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Human is a Story - An actor - Part I</title><content type='html'>In every day life you may come across different people. You may see different people. You may talk to different or same people. You may also share your thoughts, your way of thinking. It is very common for people to Create an image of a person in your mind. And especially when you meet some one for the first time. You'll not just watch them but you will observe the person. You 'll create the image of that person in your mind, it maybe a good image or bad image. However this image might just consist this information, good or bad. There are a lot of other things that you associate with this image. It is like writing captions to a picture, some people put the time stamp on a picture, some write the date and some even write the full description, for example when was the picture taken?, where was the picture taken?, what was going on that time?Who ever the people?Writing names of the people and etc etc. Similarly this is what happens in a human mind. When you meet some one you create an image with the description. The description usually depends on your interest in that particular person. If you are interested in that person, in any manner, you'll notice many things associated with that person. And if you are not, you may will simply take the basic description. Examples can be found in every day life, just need some observations. While this description that your mind note down, the information is changed by some other information or appended to it as you interact or observe the person again and again. Lets observe that information you have in your mind about a specific person. That information can reveal the behavior of the person quite easily. It can be easily noted that every person in this world is a story, has a story, a part of story. Also, that person is an actor, director and producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the people in the system, or observe them. Notice every thing that person does, each and every single thing. How does he/she walk ? What pace does he/she walks on? What is the position of his/her feet when he/she steps? How does his/her hands move when he/she walks? Does it move at all !? And a lot more... Think about if while he/she is walking does he/she touches him/her self? How often does he/she do that? If you note a female, you'll probably see that it is fairly common for a girl to put her hand on her cheek, or while sitting, one hand might be on her face or might be playing with her hair or just her head might be tilted. Although it is not that common for a male. Lets look at some people that I have met across. There is this girl called Melissa (imaginary name). When she walks, she look straight. Not down not up simply straight. She does not even look left or right unless it is really something worthy to look or some one is calling her. There was one time when I was calling her, and she didn't even look back. I had to go near her. When asked why didn't she look back, she said that she thought its some one else calling to some other person not me. Now either she was thinking deep about something or it might not be common with her that some one is calling her. But by close observation, she is the kind of person who is thinking about her self when walking. Thinking about herself in the sense that she is thinking how does she look like when she's walking, or some times that how does she might.......... 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Jabbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664983937078007007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15628368.post-112459540250821689</id><published>2005-08-21T15:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:23:33.753+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Travel Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~19th August 2005~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot upload huge pictures here, so please refer to &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/linux/manderake/time.html"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/linux/manderake/time.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15628368-112459540250821689?l=croakysaky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.angelfire.com/linux/manderake/time.html' title='The Time Travel Theory'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/feeds/112459540250821689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15628368&amp;postID=112459540250821689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112459540250821689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15628368/posts/default/112459540250821689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://croakysaky.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-travel-theory.html' title='The Time Travel Theory'/><author><name>S. 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