<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068</id><updated>2009-10-13T22:35:06.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond a Q8iya</title><subtitle type='html'>someone.. who doesnt wanna be unique because that makes me just like everyone else..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-4846930152147528957</id><published>2009-07-06T08:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:31:45.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For a bank teller society.. what's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SlGJRqwfTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/fVn_NtmMXP8/s1600-h/cookie+cutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SlGJRqwfTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/fVn_NtmMXP8/s320/cookie+cutter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212368548679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The financial crisis could prove to be a good thing for Kuwait's youth. Banks and investment companies are hard hit, and they aren't hiring. The trend was, go to college, study business, work as a teller and see where that takes you. Oh, and start a cupcake company on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a culture of "haba" or following a trend, the trend was to join the financial industry whether you are interested or not, because its perceived as the best alternative and the most coveted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next "haba" was to become an entrepreneur, i believe it is the current trend, as i am still hearing almost daily about "toota's kaika" or "daloo3a's dara3a"... this trend i applaud, albeit it be done with a little more creativity.. all of you are good at making cookies? Really? was it your mother who suggested it? or your bestfriends? ahhh.. yes.. ofcourse you're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not a personal trainer? A chef? I respect Burger hub, prime and toast, slider station, these guys deserve a standing ovation, they made it. Their concepts are original, interesting and i know that both guys are true chefs who take pride in each ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The financial crisis is a good thing, because now, instead of having a teller who is a part-time cookie baker, we get a cookie baker only. Who will end up competing with the other cookie bakers, this will spur competing on differentiation, and may the best cookie win !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, eventually there will be some filtering, and the next big "haba" will come, perhaps "Fatooma's samboosa", and soon instead of being a cookie cutter society, we will have true characteristics..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-4846930152147528957?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/4846930152147528957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=4846930152147528957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/4846930152147528957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/4846930152147528957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-bank-teller-society-whats-next.html' title='For a bank teller society.. what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SlGJRqwfTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/fVn_NtmMXP8/s72-c/cookie+cutter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-2544089332192850290</id><published>2009-01-28T09:11:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:26:57.972+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective- Expatriate thoughts on Kuwait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SX_3bsV1HHI/AAAAAAAAACg/84dHCUAti80/s1600-h/perspective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SX_3bsV1HHI/AAAAAAAAACg/84dHCUAti80/s320/perspective.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296223741942242418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently met an Arab-American who has never set foot in the region and moved to Kuwait for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he was a victim of the recent lay-offs due to his high cost to the firm, he holds multiple designations that require proper compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found his comments on Kuwait's culture to be hard to swallow yet quite accurate in some cases. A few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I had an unfortunate incident at the airport in Kuwait prior to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;departure because I refused to let someone with "wasta" pass in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of me in the line to board the aircraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I never adjusted to the way things function in Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my time in Kuwait was a wonderful experience if only because&lt;br /&gt;it taught me how fortunate I was to live in a country where everyone&lt;br /&gt;is equal before the law, and how truly priceless this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not come to Kuwait to make a quick buck and mingle exclusively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with expats like most foreigners do.&lt;/span&gt; I had truly come hoping to make&lt;br /&gt;meaningful friendships with Kuwaitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have come to the realization that this is simply not possible, either with my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;female acquaintances because of the rigid social structure; nor with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my male friends who despite being extremely friendly at work would not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; welcome me in their diwaniyas or their beach houses - let alone their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; actual houses.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we as a culture prefer to stay in our little shells and never leave our comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-2544089332192850290?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/2544089332192850290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=2544089332192850290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/2544089332192850290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/2544089332192850290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2009/01/perspective-expatriate-thoughts-on.html' title='Perspective- Expatriate thoughts on Kuwait'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SX_3bsV1HHI/AAAAAAAAACg/84dHCUAti80/s72-c/perspective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-7285585736072297862</id><published>2008-09-17T14:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:32:43.525+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The evoloution of values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SNDqiaKeHWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_BFaY6GE1g/s1600-h/The+Scissor+Society.trimmed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SNDqiaKeHWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_BFaY6GE1g/s320/The+Scissor+Society.trimmed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246951442746318178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple exchange that i thought to be worth sharing, for clarity, one person is in the states, the other is in Kuwait (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Dear BQ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;.... You know living here, when i look back at Kuwaiti politics and the agenda, we really seem very shallow and not worth even following. But the states has 3rd world characteristics in my opinion as much as we do, only theirs are in disguise. Capitalism is backfiring. All parties and interest groups are backed by the business men, and with lobbying, the US government and its policies are monopolized. Individualism is backfiring, as people have more love to there pets than people, relationships are diminishing and couples live with each other for reciprocal convenient benefits (sex, paying half the rent etc.) but strictly benefits, but the real love is for their dogs and cats. So we are truly blessed with our cultural characteristics of collectivism, generosity and respect for the elderly. The elderly here live their last years in solitude and nostalgia which is a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The US is about to burst in my opinion, post cold war there was a huge gap of superiority between the US and other nations, so its easy for them to jump in to any conflict. now all modern countries are very independent and strong. Poor America, there dealing with everything all over the globe, and with the economic crisis, wars, now the recent oil boycott from Venezuela, $470 billion in debt, its like they're being punched all over, so they will either burst or die, which one who knows? i think democratic or republican victory will play a big role in dealing with these punches. But the world needs Obama now, not just America, they need a true diplomat that can resolve things peacefully and that’s exactly what he is capable of doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Considering McCain has passed the average death age, and Palin's ......no comment, I hope Obama can win, I am curious to see what diplomacy at its best can do to the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your analysis on issues in the states politically and personally was truly refreshing as you have consolidated thoughts i have always had. "but the real love is for their dogs and cats" this was sad but very true, it stems from how evolved their society has become, exhibiting the demise of emotional values, they have been stripped of the possibility of being worthy of that much affection and have lost the capacity of giving that much affection to someone at the risk of being emotionally blown to shreds, discarded simply when the benefits stop being benefits and they suddenly become an inconvenience. i can understand that world very well, as I don’t think we are living in the "collective" culture you described, instead i see that we are a society that is swaying toward rigidity and "convenience"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individualism can put a person in a box, demanding acceptance from others and pushing those who don’t agree simply because they value their individuality.. This creates the most dangerous feeling in the world, indifference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwaiti politics, American politics, World politics, start with issues, and end up being about money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear that Obama doesn’t win... i don’t see it happening.. at the end of the day Americans are mostly republicans.. and they continue to choose leaders who appear less radical.. Palin after all is a safe soccer mom.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-7285585736072297862?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/7285585736072297862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=7285585736072297862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/7285585736072297862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/7285585736072297862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/09/evoloution-of-values.html' title='The evoloution of values'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SNDqiaKeHWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p_BFaY6GE1g/s72-c/The+Scissor+Society.trimmed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-1104886553618925458</id><published>2008-08-30T12:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:45:31.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SLkWZfgIEQI/AAAAAAAAABs/nzcYIs7sLe4/s1600-h/tolerance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SLkWZfgIEQI/AAAAAAAAABs/nzcYIs7sLe4/s320/tolerance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240244268631068930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an islamic country such as Kuwait, I have observed the lowest rate of tolerance, a concept prided by Islam. Yet remains ubiquitous in non-islamic countries. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are proud of being a part of a religion where men from all walks of life stand together in prayer side by side, yet we choose to distance ourselves from those we differ in opinion with? No wonder we are a society that is lagging in development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not discussing religious tolerance. I am discussing something simpler. Tolerance for mindset, taste, societal association. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An example to clarify. I was at an event recently, where groups of different circles and mindsets were present. I was conversing with a group that happened to be on the conservative side when a beautiful young lady walked in, its worth noting that she was a girl known for her accomplishments and not merely for her personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group i was sitting with all greeted her warmly, and as she walked away they were commenting in unison about what a great girl she was, not only smart but also a true sweet heart. But there is always a BUT. They added that the only thing wrong with her was the fact that she is a "a little too open minded". She doesn't smoke or drink, but she has no issue going out in mixed events, or traveling alone and she mixes with all types of people. ( i am sitting there thinking, how is this a crime?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, you are not supposed to be open and tolerant. So the girl in question, if she chose to socialize with people who are a bit different and have swayed from the norm, even if about timid topics such as books, life, etc.. this in itself was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In developed countries, the techie, the conservative, the fashionista and the nerd work together and make progress happen. Until we get of our high horse, we will only be remembered for our oil and impeccably dressed women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-1104886553618925458?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/1104886553618925458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=1104886553618925458' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/1104886553618925458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/1104886553618925458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/08/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SLkWZfgIEQI/AAAAAAAAABs/nzcYIs7sLe4/s72-c/tolerance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-8624641775444750610</id><published>2008-08-20T10:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:13:47.287+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>My secretaries diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SKvSLeNq4oI/AAAAAAAAABI/FsmFvqpJqiw/s1600-h/choco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SKvSLeNq4oI/AAAAAAAAABI/FsmFvqpJqiw/s320/choco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236510086279127682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friends know, i am known for my sugar free life and endless diet theories, experiments, etc.. it is a spot of amusement for me, like my insistence on wearing high heels everywhere, its possible i enjoy a constant challenge.. That being said, i am very open to change and prone to it, i am wearing flats to work today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, my boss's secretary at work had an upcoming trip to Lebanon, and wanted to loose some weight to get her body beach ready so that she can feel good about herself around her family and friends who haven't seen her in 7+ months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that this is an area i enjoy discussing she came to me with her query of losing weight,  2 week timeline, the catch was that she wanted to keep the weight off and she did not want to eat anything boiled or steamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i started my search, and found something called the Paleolithic diet, which is basically a caveman's diet (will explain below), and this eager beauty started the next day once i explained it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results: 7kg loss, 15 pounds, in 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has now been in lebanon for 2 weeks and has kept it off because she has maintained it as a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the diet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Non-fat latte or nescafe,  no sugar,  or preferably water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lunch.. you're at work so you're already busy.. may consume additional coffee, but again h20 recommended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat one meal anytime, after work, around 4-whenever.. consume whatever you want at this one sitting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example meals of secretary:  Big Mac, small fries&lt;br /&gt;                                                 sushi, some choc cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even took her out to slider station the day before her trip, she had fries, onion rings, a slider, and some vanilla ice cream.. result? lost one more kilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU decide whether u eat healthy or not on this diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this will not ruin your metabolism? Because low-calorie is what puts your body on a slow metabolizing state, NOT frequency of meals as previously alleged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i am a breakfester, i love breakfast and leave bed to breakfast, thus i can not adhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the site i used for info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fitnessblackbook.com/?s=one+meal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-8624641775444750610?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/8624641775444750610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=8624641775444750610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/8624641775444750610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/8624641775444750610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-secretaries-diet.html' title='My secretaries diet'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/SKvSLeNq4oI/AAAAAAAAABI/FsmFvqpJqiw/s72-c/choco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-5574692582944906327</id><published>2008-01-22T14:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:10:30.914+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For men, Success is the Substitute for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5Xc5pa9uZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z6uHMRh_gZY/s1600-h/ambition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5Xc5pa9uZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z6uHMRh_gZY/s320/ambition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158271831152376210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family member of mine asked why I havent married yet, and I answered the standard answer of "I havent found the right person". And she remarked that its not that I haven't found the right person, its the fact that my criteria doesnt make any sense, I should be happy to marry someone that has the following specifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. good + compatible family&lt;br /&gt;2. good person, good future potential&lt;br /&gt;3. Acceptable looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to get on with it, and later mentioned it to a close friend who shocked me by answering that I am only interested in people who are not interested in marriage to begin with, meaning to serious, too interested in their work, no time for relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, I am attracted to success, and not any success, success that has not been inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the title of this post, for men, is success the substitute for Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met many successful young men, single young men that is, in my line of work and through family etc, and the common denominator was that they were all not interested in relationships or marriage, and they are close to thirty or even a bit older. One even told me in a discussion that "love, relationships are over rated".. is this true? Is it true that the over ambitious, cut throat competitors are not interested and not even thinking of ever having a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" if a man wants the power to build the highest tower,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then that's his substitute for - LOVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fatboy Slim - Bushes (Markus Nikolai) lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-5574692582944906327?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/5574692582944906327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=5574692582944906327' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/5574692582944906327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/5574692582944906327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-men-success-is-substitute-for-love.html' title='For men, Success is the Substitute for Love'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5Xc5pa9uZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z6uHMRh_gZY/s72-c/ambition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-380824584230442139</id><published>2008-01-22T13:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:31:34.342+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Brain Exercises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5XRY5a9uYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iVD2getzfTk/s1600-h/christian_holstad_brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5XRY5a9uYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iVD2getzfTk/s320/christian_holstad_brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158259173883754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom always encouraged me as a kid to solve puzzles, play scrabble, lego, etc.. games that involved exercising the brain, i didnt know that back then, but these activities helped with problem solving skills etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, the only solving i do outside of work or school is "how micheal is gonna get out of this one" on Prison Break, or how they are going to leave the island on LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From meeting a challenging person through work who seemed to know how to the job and answer any question regarding an article they read even if it was 3 years ago, i began to question my goldfish memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking around and researching, i found two programs that can help with memory, cognition, and problem solving. Then i decided to put the programs to the test, and I can now confirm that they really do help. You will first notice small changes in the first week or so, then larger changes will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a Nintendo DS game called BRAIN AGE 2, which has a daily exercise regimen, and which tests your "brain age".. i got a 82 first time, now i am in my forties :P (the ideal being 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a website www.lumosity.com  which also has daily training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, a handful of nuts daily, and some dark chocolate are considered brain food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-380824584230442139?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/380824584230442139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=380824584230442139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/380824584230442139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/380824584230442139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/01/brain-exercises.html' title='Brain Exercises'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5XRY5a9uYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iVD2getzfTk/s72-c/christian_holstad_brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-6530124774762112565</id><published>2008-01-19T13:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:00:52.682+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Cure for Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5HXa5a9uXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMviq9rHYiY/s1600-h/chocolate-truffles-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5HXa5a9uXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMviq9rHYiY/s320/chocolate-truffles-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157139905406417266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go nuts trying to keep away from our cravings, but sometimes our bodies are trying to tell us something, and sometimes u just want chocolate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the other times, here is something useful i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="margin: 0em 2em 4em -2em;" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you crave this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/th&gt;   &lt;th style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you really need is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/th&gt;   &lt;th style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here are healthy foods that have it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/th&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Chocolate --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Magnesium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Raw nuts and seeds, legumes, fruits&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Sweets --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Sweets&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Chromium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Broccoli, grapes, cheese, dried beans, calves liver, chicken&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Carbon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Fresh fruits&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Phosphorus&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Chicken, beef, liver, poultry, fish, eggs, dairy, nuts, legumes, grains&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Sulfur&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Cranberries, horseradish, cruciferous vegetables, kale, cabbage&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Tryptophan&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Cheese, liver, lamb, raisins, sweet potato, spinach&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Bread, toast --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Bread, toast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Nitrogen&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;High protein foods: fish, meat, nuts, beans&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Oily snacks --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Oily snacks, fatty foods&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Calcium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Mustard and turnip greens, broccoli, kale, legumes, cheese, sesame&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Coffee or tea --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Coffee or tea&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Phosphorous&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Chicken, beef, liver, poultry, fish, eggs, dairy, nuts, legumes&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Sulfur&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Egg yolks, red peppers, muscle protein, garlic, onion, cruciferous vegetables&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;NaCl (salt)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Sea salt, apple cider vinegar (on salad)&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Iron&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Meat, fish and poultry, seaweed, greens, black cherries&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Alcohol --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Alcohol, recreational drugs&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Protein&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Meat, poultry, seafood, dairy, nuts&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Avenin&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Granola, oatmeal&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Calcium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Mustard and turnip greens, broccoli, kale, legumes, cheese, sesame&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Glutamine&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Supplement glutamine powder for withdrawal, raw cabbage juice&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Potassium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Sun-dried black olives, potato peel broth, seaweed, bitter greens&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Chewing ice --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Chewing ice&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Iron&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Meat, fish, poultry, seaweed, greens, black cherries&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Burned food --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Burned food&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Carbon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Fresh fruits&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Soda and carbonated drinks --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Soda and other carbonated drinks&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Calcium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Mustard and turnip greens, broccoli, kale, legumes, cheese, sesame&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Salty foods --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Salty foods&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Chloride&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Raw goat milk, fish, unrefined sea salt&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Acid foods --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Acid foods&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Magnesium&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Raw nuts and seeds, legumes, fruits&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Preference for liquids --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Preference for liquids rather than solids&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Water&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Flavor water with lemon or lime. &lt;em&gt;You need 8 to 10 glasses per day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Preference for solids --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Preference for solids rather than liquids&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Water&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;You have been so dehydrated for so long that you have lost your thirst. Flavor water    with lemon or lime. &lt;em&gt;You need 8 to 10 glasses per day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Cool drinks --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Cool drinks&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Manganese&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Walnuts, almonds, pecans, pineapple, blueberries&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Pre-menstrual cravings --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Pre-menstrual cravings&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Zinc&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Red meats (especially organ meats), seafood, leafy vegetables, root vegetables&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- General overeating --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;General overeating&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Silicon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Nuts, seeds; avoid refined starches&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Tryptophan&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Cheese, liver, lamb, raisins, sweet potato, spinach&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Tyrosine&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Vitamin C supplements or orange, green, red fruits and vegetables&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Lack of appetite --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt_c"&gt;Lack of appetite&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Vitamin B1&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Nuts, seeds, beans, liver and other organ meats&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Vitamin B3&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Tuna, halibut, beef, chicken, turkey, pork, seeds and legumes&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Manganese&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Walnuts, almonds, pecans, pineapple, blueberries&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_c"&gt;Chloride&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_c"&gt;Raw goat milk, unrefined sea salt&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;!-- Tobacco --&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="lt"&gt;Tobacco&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt"&gt;Silicon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl"&gt;Nuts, seeds; avoid refined starches&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: left;" class="c1merge_b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); text-align: center;" class="lt_b"&gt;Tyrosine&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="trl_b"&gt;Vitamin C supplements or orange, green and red fruits and vegetables&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-6530124774762112565?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/6530124774762112565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=6530124774762112565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/6530124774762112565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/6530124774762112565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/01/cure-for-cravings.html' title='Cure for Cravings'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R5HXa5a9uXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMviq9rHYiY/s72-c/chocolate-truffles-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-1623214588308894202</id><published>2008-01-03T11:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:41:58.242+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Noureyah AlSubeeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3yfS5a9uWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rFLcnufsrSo/s1600-h/n729380470_1754934_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151167220805384546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3yfS5a9uWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rFLcnufsrSo/s320/n729380470_1754934_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to comment on politics simply becasue I leave it to my fellow bloggers who have the knowledge . But i am commenting now as an outraged citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current state of so called "democracy" in Kuwait is starting to lose credibility, and i feel we are starting to lose faith in the system. I recently attended a discussion held at an MP's hq, which gathered in support of our minister of Education, Ms. Noureyah AlSubeeh, and one of the MP's was disucssing faith in the system, and at that point it hit me that we as citizens have lost our faith in the Parliament. What do they actually do there besides argue? Does anything ever get accomplished? Instead of teaming up armed with their different skill sets, backgrounds, and resources to help the greater goal which is the betterment of Kuwait, they are focusing on their differences and ganging up on one another. The parliament should be the headquarters of "Team Kuwait", where a look into the future and the setting of the steps needed to reach the greater goals are set, and not a battleground of ideologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, when we vote, do we vote because we feel the MP will make a change? Or is it because we feel we can relate more to his background? It makes me sick to think of where the future of our country is going. Qualified people are being terrorized out of their jobs by threats of yet another "stejwab". Mostly pointless. And then we wait for the estejwab, then it gets delayed, then it happens, or the minister resigns, and they fight, then they appoint someone else, and the cycle continues. Where is the part where the minister is given time to do his job? By the time a minister sets an agenda he resigns. The future of the country is stuck while these MP's are busy pointing fingers at one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck Kuwait, and Good Luck Noureyah AlSubeh, a woman who is only trying to do her job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-1623214588308894202?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/1623214588308894202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=1623214588308894202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/1623214588308894202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/1623214588308894202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-luck-noureyah-alsubeeh.html' title='Good Luck Noureyah AlSubeeh'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3yfS5a9uWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rFLcnufsrSo/s72-c/n729380470_1754934_1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-2025026381623470465</id><published>2008-01-02T11:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:49:45.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Gold Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3tNRJa9uVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c3kkTiMmQL4/s1600-h/goldfish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150795555810425170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3tNRJa9uVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c3kkTiMmQL4/s320/goldfish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when I used to know specific dates of wars, and why a certain king invaded what country and when, and the names of all the buildings and their architects which i admired, but that was then, and this is now. I am a goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a diet coke addict for a while until my dr found an abnormal amount of a certain mineral in my blood and told me that the cause was excessive diet coke consumption, and warned me that diet coke has a chemical which literally eats up ur brain sells. I have been 4 months clean now. Is this why i dont remember events, places, and names of things I should? Or?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently going through gruelling decision making, similar to mental olympics. I hate growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is a tattoo.. cool right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-2025026381623470465?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/2025026381623470465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=2025026381623470465' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/2025026381623470465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/2025026381623470465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-gold-fish.html' title='I&apos;m a Gold Fish'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjzyHHsyiE/R3tNRJa9uVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c3kkTiMmQL4/s72-c/goldfish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-116206140665039632</id><published>2006-10-28T21:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:52:48.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BeyondQ8iya in the News: Thank You Velina Nacheva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/vettriano_only_the_deepest_red_ii_2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/vettriano_only_the_deepest_red_ii_2551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you K for mentioning this to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard from K that an article in Kuwait Times by Velina Nacheva mentioned me.. thought i'd share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Velina Nacheva for your mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the specific excerpt about me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Kuwait bloggers: A league of their own  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Behind 'Beyond Q8iya' blogger stands a 22 avid poetry reader with an occupation "in the works" who thinks that a blog "gives you the chance to say whatever you want and to hell with it.. it's almost therapeutic to say everything you wouldn't normally say." Listing finance, investment and politics as her top three interests it is hard to take her "in constant evolution" motto as a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;"Your people want to make a statue in your honour. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate? Ice, so that it melts, because by the time it's done I would have changed my mind..." she posted.&lt;/span&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more from this article, go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kuwaittimes.net/fridaytimes.asp?dismode=article&amp;amp;artid=558031430&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-116206140665039632?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/116206140665039632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=116206140665039632' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/116206140665039632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/116206140665039632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/10/beyondq8iya-in-news-thank-you-velina.html' title='BeyondQ8iya in the News: Thank You Velina Nacheva'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-115940043161429691</id><published>2006-09-28T02:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:42:38.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow.  It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands."Dear, Dad.It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.  I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.  But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant.Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.  Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone.  We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.  In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, So Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!!Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.  Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb"," Love, your son,John.  P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I\'m over at Tommy\'s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that\'s on my desk.I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;hr /&gt;\nDon\'t just search. Find. &lt;a&gt;MSN Search&lt;/a&gt; Check out the new MSN Search!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Be one of the first to try  &lt;a&gt;Windows Live Mail.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;\n\n&lt;/span&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your son,John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on my desk.I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm writing a similar letter as we speak to all my family members who have been pestering me about getting a job. (stalling for a reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i applied to a bank that is known for hiring anyone or anything.. online, and they sent me an email that said "sorry, but you do not meet our minimum requirements".. the application was for a teller.. they then called me to schedule an interview.. HMMMM?? weird.. so i told the guy who called bout the email and he said "oh dont worry about it, thats our standard email." cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Bank affiliated with the color RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20156068-115940043161429691?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/115940043161429691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=115940043161429691' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/115940043161429691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/115940043161429691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/09/happily-unemployed.html' title='Happily Unemployed'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-115512756672333118</id><published>2006-08-09T15:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:46:06.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When a woman reads..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/reading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Read this, found it funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and reads her book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;reading." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;says the woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;could start at any moment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;also think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-115512756672333118?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/115512756672333118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=115512756672333118' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/115512756672333118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/115512756672333118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-woman-reads.html' title='When a woman reads..'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114677358832086462</id><published>2006-05-04T23:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:13:08.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thin Red Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/jack-031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/jack-031.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of Love is not Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of Love is Indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hate someone it means you carry strong feelings toward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why they say there is a thin line between Love and Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hate you it means I love you so much that you have angered me to a level that I started Hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a big word, like salt and fat, use sparingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114677358832086462?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114677358832086462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114677358832086462' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114677358832086462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114677358832086462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/05/thin-red-line.html' title='The Thin Red Line'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114510765316070618</id><published>2006-04-15T15:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:27:33.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the randomness of it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/107103626_9c7f656135_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/107103626_9c7f656135_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."&lt;br /&gt;   -HP Lovecraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes hand in hand with my strong belief that everything happens for a reason, but this means we will never know the reasons behind the small random things that happen in our lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i am a car junkie, love that car..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114510765316070618?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114510765316070618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114510765316070618' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114510765316070618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114510765316070618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness-of-it-all.html' title='the randomness of it all'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114371758819794860</id><published>2006-03-30T14:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:19:48.323+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/coke_5cent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/coke_5cent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what we got, tell me it's a lot tell me it's the real thing,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in a situation with a person who you know loves you from his every action, but he doesnt say it because he has alot on his plate.. or has had alot for a very long time, because he doesnt know how to adjust to bad changes, and you have been patient all during that time, and have been listening and listening and listening and are getting tired because it is never your turn to be sad or to talk about your bad day because you feel its your duty to stand by him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the real thing reminded me of the old coca cola ads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114371758819794860?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114371758819794860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114371758819794860' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114371758819794860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114371758819794860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-thing.html' title='The Real Thing'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114241450106170986</id><published>2006-03-15T11:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:43:40.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If Men Could Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/magritte51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/magritte51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that men don't talk, it's just that sometimes they speak a different language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women too, to be fair, women hint i was told, lol, if only they would just say it, men would give them what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECODING THE WAY SOME MEN TALK ABOUT SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have some sexual anxieties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation: I can't get it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard for me to get close to a woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't get it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a horrible dream that I can't even talk about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation: I have sexual fantasies about men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love women"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation: I'm a sex addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I may have a thing about getting old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm attracted only to sixteen year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I don't know how to put sex and love together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation: I love rough sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I'm beginning to think I drink too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't get it up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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 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 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To be fair, men can be the best friends, brothers, etc.. but god bless em they have trouble expressing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who has been friends with a guy for the longest time, he treats her like his gf but doesnt have the guts to ask her out, but then again he may not be "that" into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting is by Rene Magritte, a surrealist painter, this painting is supposed to point out that ".......................................................".. Art is in the eye of the beholder, get what you want out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;This message is dedicated to someone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thought you had all the answers, but something happened, you didnt see it coming.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114241450106170986?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114241450106170986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114241450106170986' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114241450106170986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114241450106170986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-men-could-talk.html' title='If Men Could Talk'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114102122923906985</id><published>2006-02-27T09:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:23:11.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/rain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/rain.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live.. love..jump..  get hurt, or live safe and die bored," .. me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114102122923906985?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114102122923906985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114102122923906985' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114102122923906985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114102122923906985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-101_27.html' title='Life 101'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114053328196324765</id><published>2006-02-21T17:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:48:02.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, Woman, Love, and Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/vettriano_spider1a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/vettriano_spider1a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand, as long as he’s perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                -Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never want to see a man again, say, “I love you. I want to marry you. I want to have children”- they leave skid marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Rita Rudner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you love someone the more he wants from you and the less you have to give since you’ve already given him your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Nikki Giovanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man prepares dinner for you and the salad contains three or more types of lettuce, he is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Rita Rudner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can wait for the right man to come along, but in the meantime, that still doesn’t mean she can’t have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intelligent woman, who reads the marriage contract and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Isadora Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in love is incomplete until he is married. Then he’s finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man’s kiss is his signature.&lt;br /&gt;-Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay his life down for you, after marriage he won’t even lay down his paper to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Helen Rowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked the men I loved, and I never loved the men I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Fanny Brice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are dating a man who you think might be “Mr. Right,” if he a) got older b) got a new job, c) visited a psychiatrist, you are in for a big surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Rita Rudner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you no matter what you do, but do you have to do so much of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Jean Illsley Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hated a man enough to give him back his diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a man a free hand and he’ll run it all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      -Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don’t make passes at female smartasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Letty Cottin Pogrebin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is an adjective used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     -Nancy Linn-Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women go wrong, men go right after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     -Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114053328196324765?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114053328196324765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114053328196324765' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114053328196324765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114053328196324765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/men-woman-love-and-sex.html' title='Men, Woman, Love, and Sex'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114044644519560318</id><published>2006-02-20T17:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:40:45.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Barbecue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/DSC00140_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/DSC00140_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very nice barbecue elyoum.. the weather was perfect.. here's a pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only vegetarian so my food was left for last.. each person cooked for himself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas they still ate most of my fish! no fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114044644519560318?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114044644519560318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114044644519560318' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114044644519560318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114044644519560318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-barbecue.html' title='Our Barbecue'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114029564010661877</id><published>2006-02-18T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:47:20.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Me Me: i'm pretty :P</title><content type='html'>Took a bunch of tests.. here goes.. &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="#EEE9E9" 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 Flawless Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/flawless-beauty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to beauty, you spare no expense - and it shows&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of woman a man would launch a thousand ships for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for anyone to beat you in the beauty department&lt;br /&gt;But remember, it's okay to show a flaw or too - you've got plenty to spare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Green&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.yournewromance.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality: You are a high acheiver who is very competitive. You're bound to reach your goals, no matter how lofty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: Picky with high standards, it's hard to find your match. You need a man as driven as you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: You need a high profile, challenging career to satisfy you. Consider finance, sales, or running your own company.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&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/20156068-114029564010661877?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114029564010661877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114029564010661877' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114029564010661877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114029564010661877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-me-me-im-pretty-p.html' title='Me Me Me: i&apos;m pretty :P'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-114019126705529755</id><published>2006-02-17T18:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:47:47.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a garage millionaire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/APPLE_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/APPLE_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apple computer started out as a two-man partnership in a garage. It grew rapidly and by 1985 grew to hold 60 million shares of stock and a total market value in excess of $1 billion. Not bad ha?&lt;br /&gt;After some sour business, the co-founding Steven Jobs resigned only to be rehired to his old job as CEO again , a few years later after the good entrepreneur formed his own company, Pixar studios (Finding Nemo)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs was named manager of the year by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Business Week  &lt;/span&gt;in 2004 following the introduction of the Apple iPod family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-114019126705529755?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/114019126705529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=114019126705529755' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114019126705529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/114019126705529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-to-be-garage-millionaire.html' title='I want to be a garage millionaire !'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-113985787096160323</id><published>2006-02-13T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:28:12.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too sexy for my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/BQ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/BQ2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my profile pic.. i put a painting .. the old one was me but shrunk and adjusted for security reasons :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i changed my original pic which i was told looked like "barbie" (it was a painting).. and i put a pic of me.. i was told it was too much for the blog world.. the exact words were "too sexy".. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.. i put a painting.. hope it represents me well .. and anyways i'm in constant evoloution, wouldn't live up to my name if i didnt change my pic the minute ppl start identifying with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. weird day.. day before valentines.. i'm kind of anti-red.. hate that color.. so red hearts .. red candy.. teddy with red heart.. and worse.. those huge white teddies holding a red heart saw it in sultan while grocery shopping.. made me nauseous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of curiousity.. if a girl (single).. gives her friend (single male).. a gift on valentines just to make them feel special.. does that mean he is her valentine? would he think that even if it was not her intention? just curious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that if you're in love.. everyday is valentines day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day anyway.. enjoy ur loved ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-113985787096160323?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/113985787096160323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=113985787096160323' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113985787096160323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113985787096160323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-too-sexy-for-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m too sexy for my blog'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-113959918169608164</id><published>2006-02-10T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:19:41.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crest Commitement</title><content type='html'>Today i realized i'm so afraid of commitement that i didnt even finish my Crest Whitening Strips 7-Day Program.. I only did 6 :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-113959918169608164?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/113959918169608164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=113959918169608164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113959918169608164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113959918169608164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/crest-commitement.html' title='Crest Commitement'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20156068.post-113957928673071693</id><published>2006-02-10T16:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:48:06.746+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Art: Jack Vettriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/1600/Dance-Me-to-the-End-of-Love-Print-C10036804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/2009/320/Dance-Me-to-the-End-of-Love-Print-C10036804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintings by Jack Vettriano give me that warm, heavy heart, human feeling, mixed with anxiety, and an extra je ne c'est qua. I hear Sinatra in my head when i look at some of his moving paintings. This painting in particular moves me to Sinatra's "Stranger's in the Night". Its called "Dance me to the ends of the earth".. its consistent with that feeling of when u are with the object of your affection and it feels like its just the two of you in that room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u feel it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are the chances?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20156068-113957928673071693?l=beyondq8iya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/feeds/113957928673071693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20156068&amp;postID=113957928673071693' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113957928673071693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20156068/posts/default/113957928673071693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondq8iya.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-art-jack-vettriano.html' title='Ode to Art: Jack Vettriano'/><author><name>Beyond Q8iya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459123223857055457</uri><email>beyond.q8iya@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06550715174262140750'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>