<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492</id><updated>2012-01-01T07:35:40.276+03:00</updated><category term='vision'/><category term='complain'/><category term='beach'/><category term='death'/><category term='heaven knows'/><category term='Sleeping early'/><category term='Write'/><category term='shock'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='accident'/><category term='blog'/><category term='reward'/><category term='Y.C.D.I.'/><category term='learn'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='lives'/><category term='Integrity'/><category term='rest'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='smart readers'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='escape'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='friend'/><category term='red sea'/><category term='road'/><title type='text'>ANTi[depress]ANT</title><subtitle type='html'>“Live, love and laugh. Not whining self-pity, but as a remedy, a miracle drug, that will ease your pain, cure your depression, and help you to put in perspective that seemingly terrible defeat and worry with laughter at your predicaments, thus freeing your mind to think clearly toward the solution that is certain to come.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-8703701430305810845</id><published>2011-12-03T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:59:02.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of LIFE</title><content type='html'>Living in the favourable and unfavourable situation is called “PART OF LIFE”,&lt;br /&gt;But smiling in all those situations is called “ART OF LIFE”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God has allowed tremendous testings in my life in the past year but He never left me alone. Instead, God has blessed me with life changing situations and amazing friends who were like a family to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I crossed path with an amazing and happy person whose name is ⓓⓘⓓⓞ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He enjoys life everyday with a very positive view of it. He is not an artist but he can paint the ART of LIFE -SMILE . Little did he knew that in everyday that I smile and laugh with him talking almost about everything under the sun, SMILing became so natural to me. He helped me brought back something I lost long ago.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He became a PART of LIFE by teaching me the ART of LIFE. Indeed ⓓⓘⓓⓞ is a great teacher of LIFE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ⓓⓘⓓⓞ,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I taught you something but you taught me more. Indeed you are a great teacher...a teacher of LIFE. Allah bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-8703701430305810845?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/8703701430305810845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=8703701430305810845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/8703701430305810845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/8703701430305810845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-life.html' title='Art of LIFE'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-6409609974514905408</id><published>2010-05-24T18:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:08:55.778+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>DunnO where to start...don't even know what to write...BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise fill the pages of my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of stories to tell and lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were few people I met as strangers and became my great friends that left a mark in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HappY MondaY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-6409609974514905408?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/6409609974514905408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=6409609974514905408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6409609974514905408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6409609974514905408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-4261430506331499985</id><published>2009-08-18T18:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:43:14.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK to ME....a BETTER MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(184, 178, 121); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;I have been not ME for a while. Im not &lt;em&gt;schizophrenic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was full of life. A motivator. A dreamer. A winner.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly FATE has taken me from my self.&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my life. I secluded my self from people. I stopped dreaming and even stopped living. I became a loser.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things came together at the same time. Hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;I came to a point that I lost the JOY of living. I wanted not to wake up the next day. I don’t understand my feeling. I am not suicidal type of person but I started not to care about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I was slowly broken into pieces. This is not me at all.&lt;br /&gt;My health, my family, my relationship, my job, everything around me seems so challenging. I loved challenges before. But now I hate it. I used to say that it will either make us a BETTER person or a BITTER person. It made me a bitter person. I hate how I responded to it. But it’s the only time I became true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Im still here. Coz every time I choose to let go, people who loves me showed up. By all means they were there. They were all just strangers few years back. But in my deepest times, they were there for me. They offered acceptance when I felt rejected. They gave me love when I felt unloved. They offered me warm and caring arms. They became my family away from my biological family.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I found them just online. But they have extended more than a real hand in my times of need. They have thought me to love life back again. They are bringing back the dream in me. They are the people Im ready to die for. I’m here because you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2112//s/i/smilies/cool.gif" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FahaD&lt;/b&gt;, your will always be my bestfriend and I love you more than life bro. You have offered your family to be my family while away from home. That even silence became comfortable to us. There were bad times. But you were there. When you can't comfort me, you cried with me. Those times means so much to me. We are winners bro. I will always be here for you. WALANG IWANAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2112//s/i/smilies/biggrin.gif" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ammar&lt;/b&gt;, bro we were not from same mother but Im 100% sure you are my brother. Your everyday messages in my guestbooks means a lot to me specially the one you posted today. Its the turning point of everything when u have reminded me of the same words I used to say to my students. Man, no words can say how much I love you and your family. You were there at the right time and at the right place. You pushed me 1000 times to be back to ME. Bro, few years from now you I will show you that you have not wasted a single minute of your time talking to me and pulling me up from my misery. Definitely, the first will not be the last time to meet you....See ya soon. This is for life bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2112//s/i/smilies/celebrate.gif" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hassan.&lt;/strong&gt; One word to describe u bro....AMAZING. We've never met and I have never seen your BABY M****** yet, but you were more than what the word FRIEND could describe. Bro, thanx for speaking the words that I NEED to hear, not just the words that I WANT to hear. I love to have u around and I love to disturb u(lol)....The talks we had I treasure so much. Ain't no mountain high enough to keep me from gettin' to u man. U are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2112//s/i/smilies/girly.gif" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;Samantha, You are wonderful person. The short time we have known each other, I became so comfortable to share my life to you. And we share the same joys and pains of loving and being hurt. You showed me that this life can be as beautiful as it can be as we choose it. I love you sis. Will you be there lifetime for me? God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Inshallah more and more to this list of wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life back again. I know it will not be that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK to ME.....a BETTER MAN....a better person....a BESTFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-4261430506331499985?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/4261430506331499985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=4261430506331499985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/4261430506331499985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/4261430506331499985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-to-mea-better-man.html' title='I&apos;m BACK to ME....a BETTER MAN'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-9031398913787301876</id><published>2008-12-09T21:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:03:39.029+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No mOUNtain High</title><content type='html'>"Ain't no mOuntain high enough...ain't no valley low enoUgh...ain't no rivER  wild enough...to keep me from getting to U...", my phone rang for the last time  last August 15 @around 2AM. Thats the assigned tone for my bestfriend. That's  almost 3 months ago when i talked to him the last time. THe last conversation of  almost the everyday talks we had. He bid goodbye and it was for forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was and will always be a wonderful man. Very cheerful, happy,  generous, talkative, respectful indeed he lived a great and fruitful life. He  will always be remembered that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to write after almost 3  months of being quiet. I got to keep in touch with his closest cousin and his  uncle. During the past months, we used to call one another and sometimes found  ourselves weeping over the wonderful memories of him. We terribly missed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share almost same interest in everything, though we are of different  roots and background, different professions, different language, and a few year  age gap. We love to dine at the Steak Diners, listen to cool music, talk about  his and my work, family and friends. We lived in almost 1400km away from each  other. BUt we managed to drop each other a call at anytime of the day to just  check whether things are going smooth and easy. We love to laugh and to talk  about serious matters. WE love coffee for sure (specially turkish coffee). He  was awed by one of my great friends...AMeer as if he saw a living legend. He was  a dreamer. He loves his work and loved his Indian supervisor. He loves the  Filipino man in KUDu Al Mumlaka. He loves to surprise his mom for anything. He  loves his dad so dearly and idolized him. He is fascinated with Mamdooh, his  brother and loves Mohannad too. He will do anything for his nephew Rayan who  would always remind him not to smoke and not to listen to bad music. He cares  for his bestfriend Abdul Rahman. We all miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed together.  We planned together for an outing with my wife and children and his. It will  never happen anymore. BUt one thing for sure, i will tell my wife and my  children someday that I have known an awesome man named Maazen. His story did  not end when my cellphone stops ringing his assigned tone. His voice will always  be heard. His lessons will always be passed down to generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i  can smile and say "for a lifetime is not too long...to leave us friend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random. I feel better now. I understand that God's ways are  always higher than ours. &lt;img class="smiley" alt="" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v3.00/953//s/i/smilies/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-9031398913787301876?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/9031398913787301876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=9031398913787301876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/9031398913787301876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/9031398913787301876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/12/aint-no-mountain-high.html' title='Ain&apos;t No mOUNtain High'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-7888976186579772408</id><published>2008-12-09T21:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:25:00.706+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y.C.D.I.'/><title type='text'>Y.C.D.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="body smiley"&gt;Y.C.D.I &lt;img class="smiley" alt="" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v3.00/953//s/i/smilies/smile.gif" /&gt; Four precious  words I've heard from a wonderfUl person that I know will keep me on the race  for another extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a missed call from AMeer at exactly  11:57pm on my phone. I did not noticed his call for i was deeply engrossed  watching one awesome movie. I called him back and we had a little but wonderful  chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years back, i was telling the same thing to people who are  losing hope. I love to help keeping people back on to track. For that i felt  like I'm a winner. I don't have to have medals &amp;amp; trophies to be a champion.  The "thank you's" were more than enough for me to keep doing it. Until i find  myself lost from that track. I felt like i made some few wrong decisions on the  way. I felt miserable. I have unlearned a lot of things. Isolated. I have tried  to get back. I was up but not as before. The energy, the passion, the  motivation, the vision, the determination was'nt the same. I want something to  fan the flame in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally resolved something. Answered a question  of long time ago. I was'nt wrong when i decided to leave the job that I love and  be in the deserts of Arabia. I did not lost my self, my identity, my passion,  but i have found more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just took a one phone call from an awesome  person to tell me the FOUR PRECIOUS WORDS.....Y.C.D.I....You Can Do It!!! &lt;img class="smiley" alt="" src="http://v.netlogstatic.com/v3.00/953//s/i/smilies/thumbsup.gif" /&gt; to believe  in the unbelievable....to dream the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words keep me out  from the shadows of my past successes. I believe I can be more. That I CAN DO  IT!!! and that Y.C.D.I. too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-7888976186579772408?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/7888976186579772408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=7888976186579772408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/7888976186579772408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/7888976186579772408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/12/ycdi.html' title='Y.C.D.I.'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-2790527598683724676</id><published>2008-05-29T03:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:32:53.875+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven knows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>HeAvEn KnoWs</title><content type='html'>T'was a one fine day.  Got some shopping before flying to Riyadh.  Relaxed.  Jumped from one coffee shop to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8:36pm when i received a phone call from one of my friends. I was'nt expecting a shocking news. I was'nt ready. After all I'm enjoying my Jeddah getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: One of my closest friends died on a car accident. Shocked and speechless. I sat down on the sofa. My mind stopped for few moments. The good times flashed like a scene on a movie i have watched in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant cry.  I cant believed it.  I cant talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started to fall from my eyes.  I cant contain them.  I don't understand.  Only heaven knows.  I cant ask why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me an hour in such state. Then I started to call some friends to confirm the news. Believing that i could find someone who would tell me that it was just a mistake or a joke. Or that he was just severely injured but still alive. But i was failed. Everyone i talked to on the phone confirmed his untimely death on a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 36 years old with a wife and two kids. We've been good friends and brothers for 3 years now. He loves his job. He is a happy person. He is always a hand when I need a help. We laughed together. We cried. We jogged. All I've got now are the memories of that friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed. I want to write every feeling that I have now. Its almost 4am and I still cant sleep. Tears are falling. Asthma attacks. Feeling cold. Unsure. Really I dont know...........ONLY HEAVEN KNOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we will be friends forever.  In God's hands we know that a lifetime is not too long to leave us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-2790527598683724676?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/2790527598683724676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=2790527598683724676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/2790527598683724676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/2790527598683724676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/05/heaven-knows.html' title='HeAvEn KnoWs'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-6618788589421314388</id><published>2008-05-16T22:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:12:35.311+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reward'/><title type='text'>The GreAT ReWARd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SD30loLSnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-2iPqexcjc/s1600-h/490943817_22abe58820_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SD30loLSnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-2iPqexcjc/s320/490943817_22abe58820_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205585671587274482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red SEA. Diving. Beach party. People. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome FridAy.  It was truly relaxing.  Away from work.  Far from any stressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6am.  Excited to go to the Red Sea.  Maybe because for almost five years I've never been to the beach.  I miss the salty water, the waves, the wind everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the meeting place at 10 minutes past 8am.  Then half an hour drive.  Excited.  Awed.  Anxious about the diving.  Then finally right on the seashore of the infamous RED SEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole thing is not about the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Red  Sea&lt;/st1:place&gt; experience.  It's about the great reward for my self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I've heard one motivational speaker once said that one secret of the joy of working is learning how to reward yourself.  Knowing the right reason of working is equally important to enjoying it.  Many people feel condemned when they reward their selves. Why is it so?  Maybe because we learned from the pasts that the reason why we are working is always because of other people.  It's to provide for their needs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only when you are free from these kind of thoughts that you’ll begin to enjoy working.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is important to know when and how to reward yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I treated my self every time I accomplish something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to places I’ve never been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did things I’ve never done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Invigorating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Refreshing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had fun today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I celebrated life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed swimming with little Souhib.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw people who are freely&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;enjoying the fruit of their labor with their families.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s another “WOW” moment of my life….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-6618788589421314388?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/6618788589421314388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=6618788589421314388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6618788589421314388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6618788589421314388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-reward.html' title='The GreAT ReWARd'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SD30loLSnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-2iPqexcjc/s72-c/490943817_22abe58820_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-1791035155545950409</id><published>2008-04-27T03:43:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:08:05.968+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Integrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lives'/><title type='text'>---MoOoOoOoOoD, Mediocrity &amp; ME---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SBPNJWLeRPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s32S6VGCUvM/s1600-h/inconsistent_329_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193720355744531698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SBPNJWLeRPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s32S6VGCUvM/s320/inconsistent_329_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SBPMzWLeROI/AAAAAAAAABk/6hNvHIceJ3A/s1600-h/inconsistent_329_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was once a mediocre.  Living life inconsistently.  Just trying everything without excelling in any of those.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quited&lt;/span&gt; that kind of life.  I was tired.  I'd stopped being just a face in the crowd.  I'd like to leave a mark, a legacy, a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was once on the pages of a book i read...that if you do something "give your 100% in it" or never do it at all.  So i kept that lesson in my life...whenever i do something...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; giving it my all.  My time, my talent and my resources. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A comment on my blog today just reminded me to give my best to this thing that I love to do -writing!  I was so flattered to have such comment from a complete stranger.  By the way, thanks so much.  You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how much it mean to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giving my 100% to my blogs means just simply being honest with everything that I'm writing, about my feelings, and my views of the things around me.  Everything goes with my mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now hearing the call for morning prayer, so it means it's a little bit late up here.  It's morning.  Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dAy&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-1791035155545950409?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/1791035155545950409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=1791035155545950409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1791035155545950409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1791035155545950409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/04/moooooooood-mediocrity-me.html' title='---MoOoOoOoOoD, Mediocrity &amp; ME---'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SBPNJWLeRPI/AAAAAAAAABs/s32S6VGCUvM/s72-c/inconsistent_329_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-1505792918772668536</id><published>2008-04-20T07:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:14:14.066+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><title type='text'>It's Morning</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my day off and all I did was sleeping. I was so sick. I hate it when the weather is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of complains in my life lately. Maybe it's a perfect time for me to rest, relax and think things over. Yeah....that's what I did overnight after finishing one DVD( I really love the film) and a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, leaving is not always the best mean to escape. Sometimes you just have to stay and let things fall on their right places. But im still 90% convinced that i need to leave and face new challenges in a new place with a new work and new people. But who knows, there is still 10% chance of staying. What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, complaining is draining. When I always complain...im beginning to lose my identity, my strenght and my vision. So I'd rather smile and take things easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm sleepy. It's 8:ooam....It's morning....Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-1505792918772668536?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/1505792918772668536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=1505792918772668536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1505792918772668536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1505792918772668536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-morning.html' title='It&apos;s Morning'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-9132893338539411599</id><published>2008-04-16T21:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:48:38.646+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lives'/><title type='text'>The RoaD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SAZI-dSGoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/3Z3V2kapAzY/s1600-h/10042008411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189915858440724818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SAZI-dSGoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/3Z3V2kapAzY/s320/10042008411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In few days, I'll be alone walking through the road we all used to take. It was the path that made us ONE, that united us with one purpose. Be it be on a warm summer sun or a feEziNg winter nights, t'was our way to a place once we called our own, our haven, the place where we built our bigger dreams....ngorzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has almost been 3 years since we steeped on the sands of this city in the valley. It was fun, new experiences, new people, new environment. It was insane. THe music. THe food. The fun. The pictures. The smiles. The fights. The talks. The lives we've touched and those who touched us. One thing for certain, WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. Some became BETTER and some BITTER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a place, the place where we learned and unlearned some things in our lives. New skills. New vocabulary. New words on our lips. A totally new thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the 3 wonderful (lack of adjectives to use) years of our lives. We have to move on, fulfill our dreams, satisfy our hearts, learn new things, meet new people, travel the WORLD....Live LIFE...Be REAL.......DON't be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-9132893338539411599?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/9132893338539411599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=9132893338539411599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/9132893338539411599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/9132893338539411599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/04/road.html' title='The RoaD'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/SAZI-dSGoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/3Z3V2kapAzY/s72-c/10042008411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-6475890142395171789</id><published>2008-03-22T02:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T03:17:35.997+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.Friday's &amp; It's mY Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, never mind how old am I, it's how many people became happy that I was born (any violent reaction?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you became mature and learned about the lessons of LIFE....it's not anymore about yourself...but it's more on the satisfaction by knowing that by just being you, and being there, here and everywhere...you are adding happiness to someones life.  I'm thinking about LIFE lately...and I realized that it's not just about breathing( bad breath or good breath), eating (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kabhsa&lt;/span&gt;), sleeping(&amp;amp;snoring), and dying.   There is so much more to it.  I can't enumerate them all but I can tell u one thing, that you can learn it everyday........It's the "Aha moment".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a big yet simple day for me.  For the first half of the day, I rested.  Then got up, went to the shop and buy something for myself (I surprised my self by giving my self a gift...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;).  After that, me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; spent an hour at Starbucks.  Then checked out the net for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;resto&lt;/span&gt; that serve steak.  I was disappointed to not find my favorite steak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resto&lt;/span&gt; nearby.  But my disappointment didn't took long time when my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; (I got 3 of them...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BESTFRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;)  came.  He said that he wanna take us to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; resto....ohhhh...i can't believe I'll be dining on Friday's on a Friday on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BIGday&lt;/span&gt;.  It just opened 3 weeks ago he exclaimed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;-New York Steak plus Electric Blue so&amp;amp;so juice.....WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Equation#1, Excellent foods+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;=LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a great time...I'm having a wonderful LIFE!!!  T.G.I.W.B. (Thank God I Was Born)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-6475890142395171789?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/6475890142395171789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=6475890142395171789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6475890142395171789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/6475890142395171789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgifridays-its-my-bday.html' title='T.G.I.Friday&apos;s &amp; It&apos;s mY Bday'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-5254559909947905064</id><published>2008-03-15T00:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:43:43.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BE yourSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9r2ZcolisI/AAAAAAAAABU/OQD2F86Qwm4/s1600-h/yourself_176_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177721638659394242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9r2ZcolisI/AAAAAAAAABU/OQD2F86Qwm4/s320/yourself_176_1280x800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After work, me and my friends dropped by at a nearby supermarket to buy something. As we go over some items for [personal effects], one of my friends asked, "why this one cost this much here?", comparing a product in other shop, "do u think that the other shop sells fake items as rumored?". "Well", I said, "fake items are anywhere nowadays." That ended the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like this products, we can fake things out. We can pretend to be who we want to be. But in the end, the real us will come out to the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate being around [GREAT PRETENDERS]. Because maybe I'm a [what your see is what you get]-person. Why can't we be just who we are? People nowadays try to conform to the majority. Many loses their identity just trying to be accepted. Everybody have the need to belong, to be accepted. But not to a point of giving up who we are. What we do does not define who we are, who we are defines what we do. Our identity makes us unique. We can be who we are and still gain real friends who would love us unconditionally. If there are changes to be made, then be it for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being real is costly. But it satisfies even to deepest of the soul. BE yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-5254559909947905064?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/5254559909947905064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=5254559909947905064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/5254559909947905064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/5254559909947905064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-yourself.html' title='BE yourSELF'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9r2ZcolisI/AAAAAAAAABU/OQD2F86Qwm4/s72-c/yourself_176_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-5804903770669438597</id><published>2008-03-12T12:20:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:51:53.785+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping early'/><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone e-mailed this to me and i thought of sharing it to all of you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reasons for sleeping and waking up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Evening at 9 - 11pm: is the time for eliminating unnecessary/ toxic chemicals (detoxification) from the antibody system (lymph nodes). This time duration should be spent by relaxing or listening to music. If during this time a housewife is still in an unrelaxed state such as washing the dishes or monitoring children doing their homework, this will have a negative impact on health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Evening at 11pm - 1am: is the detoxification process in the liver, and ideally should be done in a deep sleep state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Early morning 1 - 3am: detoxification process in the gall, also ideally done in a deep sleep state. Early morning 3 - 5am: detoxification in the lungs. Therefore there will sometimes be a severe cough for cough sufferers during this time. Since the detoxification process had reached the respiratory tract, there is no need to take cough medicine so as not to interfere with toxin removal process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Morning 5 - 7am: detoxification in the colon, you should empty your bowel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Morning 7 - 9am: absorption of nutrients in the small intestine, you should be having breakfast at this time. Breakfast should be earlier, before 6:30am, for those who are sick. Breakfast before 7:30am is very beneficial to those wanting to stay fit. Those who always skip breakfast, they should change their habits, and it is still better to eat breakfast late until 9 - 10am rather than no meal at all. Sleeping so late and waking up too late will disrupt the process of removing unnecessary chemicals. Aside from that, midnight to 4:00 am is the time when the bone marrow produces blood. Therefore, have a good sleep and don't sleep late.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early to BED, early to RISE!!! -That's so simple but not that easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sweet DREAMZ!!! -Having a sweet dream is a lot more complicated that you can ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good night!!! -But not so awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Halyah......I got the best sleeping pattern in my whole life NOW. And much more when i read all the benefits of being on bed early. So don't stay up late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a blessed weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....(huh..it's weekend here in KSA btw!!!;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-5804903770669438597?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/5804903770669438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=5804903770669438597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/5804903770669438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/5804903770669438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While You Were Sleeping'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-3737664899716339761</id><published>2008-03-11T11:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:58:34.314+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Integrity'/><title type='text'>Lost: Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the computer shop today for something in my laptop is wrong.  I was waiting for a call from the manager of the shop since yesterday coz he promised to call me when the technician specializing on my laptop brand will come.  But i never received a call from him yesterday.  I got into his shop and found the technician there.  He checked my notebook.  Then he said to leave it for repair then come for it in the afternoon.  Then the manager came and said that the technician did not come yet so he was not able to call me.  The technician who never came just spoke to me.  Integrity level dropped to zero.  Then i said I'll just send my laptop with a friend in the afternoon.  A short story of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrity is priceless yet very expensive commodity.  When its' lost' its hard to earn it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book before that says,"the closer the [public you] to the [private you] is your integrity".&lt;br /&gt;Its a must to keep that in any relationship since what connects you to other people is the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting too serious here!!!Well since integrity is a foundation for trust, we've got to really work hard to build it. There are many people who can't keep relationship coz they are afraid show who they really are.  But I'm thankful to have real friends who knows me and love me unconditionally.  People whom i am with that i can be just ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-3737664899716339761?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/3737664899716339761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=3737664899716339761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/3737664899716339761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/3737664899716339761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-integrity.html' title='Lost: Integrity'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-1712361395681763609</id><published>2008-03-10T09:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:59:02.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Right SIDE of the BeD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there is the WRONG side of the bed, there must be a RIGHT side of the bed(LoL).  I just woke up.  New week with new challenges, uncertainties, people and new movies to watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me before that happiness is a decision.  One should decide to be happy regardless of the situation.  I tried and I failed many times.  And today I'm gonna try again.  I woke up, brushed my teeth, took a shower and smile in the mirror and decided to be happy the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lot of things that can take that happiness away from us but its a matter of choice when you just want to give it away as easy as that.  It's always a choice to enjoy life.  We cannot have it all.  But when we learn to be thankful in any circumstance, we have learned to live a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.G.I.M. (Thank God It's Monday)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-1712361395681763609?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/1712361395681763609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=1712361395681763609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1712361395681763609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/1712361395681763609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/right-side-of-bed.html' title='Right SIDE of the BeD'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044965989019625492.post-461068032852422338</id><published>2008-03-10T07:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:11:57.561+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart readers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Write'/><title type='text'>My cUp of COFFEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9Qq5WR7gAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ub59Rs5FtVk/s1600-h/empty_mug.jpg"&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175809036477235202" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9Qq5WR7gAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ub59Rs5FtVk/s320/empty_mug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This is my cup of coffEE...WRITING. But it has been empty for quite a while. I started some blogs, but i have the problem of not continuing it. I wish this would not end like my other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have been talking much lately&lt;em&gt;....(kinda drinking from other peoples' cup of coffee...awkkkkkk)&lt;/em&gt;!!! And just this day, i literally talked to myself...&lt;em&gt;(not in front of a mirror...just me and me)!!!&lt;/em&gt; ANd i made a decision to write &lt;em&gt;(make my own cup of coffee...no TEA...i want coffee...uskOt)&lt;/em&gt; rather than to talk. &lt;em&gt;Coz i guess there are more smart readers than intelligent listeners.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044965989019625492-461068032852422338?l=tryptzol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/feeds/461068032852422338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8044965989019625492&amp;postID=461068032852422338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/461068032852422338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044965989019625492/posts/default/461068032852422338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryptzol.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-cup-of-coffee.html' title='My cUp of COFFEE'/><author><name>Tryp T zoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884260219869447565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9QvLmR7gCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nmT6i1ZVRks/S220/obscure_309_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwjMFDhZh4I/R9Qq5WR7gAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ub59Rs5FtVk/s72-c/empty_mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
