<?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-4354910352141511765</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:52:52.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>place of light</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-2294145902155101387</id><published>2010-01-06T00:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:00:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the engineer the artist</title><content type='html'>The Engineer The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. What is after graduation? I thought. The college world is so different than the job/work world.  Even I have to work hard while studying, but there were new interesting things to learn every day. Things become quitter with routine at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the end of doing interesting stuff? I cannot set with this idea in one place! So, I started to focus more on my art works and aiming to have my solo-exhibition. The solo-exhibition was opened on 16 Dec 09 till 12 Jan 2010 in Sharjah Art Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art works had different paths since my graduation, you can see mix media works, paintings with acrylic and a new experiment in cartoon animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A general observation is that the works on display are similar yet different at the same time. All the works involves the use of multiple materials, but they vary in size and presentation, as well as the subjects each of them address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that, being an engineer and artist at the same time can give special results as an output of product and thoughts. Finally, why should I care for someone asking me: you are an engineer, why you are doing art?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-2294145902155101387?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2294145902155101387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=2294145902155101387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2294145902155101387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2294145902155101387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: right;"&gt;حين أكون معك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;يكون القمر لؤلؤتي الضائعة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;و كل الصغار هم أطفالي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;و ابني هو صديقنا الثالث&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ابني يا عزيزي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;لم يبلغ عامه الثاني بعد.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;طفل يحلم أن يكون&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;بحراً يحتوي الغرقى، منهم والده.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ينظر إلي أحلامهم، أهدافهم و ذكرياتهم.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;يحاول ارجاعهم إلي اليابسة أحياء.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-8922705671019366854?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/8922705671019366854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=8922705671019366854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ذاك البيت مع عدد كبير من الأناس حولي. كنا نحن الأطفال مجتمع بحد ذاته نلهو و نلعب بأي شيء حولنا, التربة و الماء و بين الأشجار الكثيرة التي كانت تملئ الركن الشرقي من المنزل. و حتى بأدوات المنزل في المطبخ و المخزن و غرفة نوم جدتي.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كنا نعيش هناك عوالم مختلفة و قصص نخترعها و نتعايش معها على أننا أشخاص راشدين. نعيش مع كل العلاقات, حب و صداقة و حتى عداوة و لكنها كانت جميعها من النوع البريء. من هنا استمدت  قدر كبير من شخصيتي التي أعيشها  و ربما كنت أشد المتأثرين بتلك العوالم المختلفة التي كنا نعيشها و ربما لوحظ تأثيرها على أعمالي الفنية.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما زلت متمسكا بتلك المرحلة حتى الآن, فهي في رأيي التي جعلتني مميزاً في كل المجالات, بدءاً من علاقاتي مع الأشخاص حولي حتى أعمالي الفنية التي أنتجها. و مجرد تذكر تلك الأيام و العيش معها للحظات تعطيني قدراً كبيراً من الطاقة.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أذكر جيداً حينما كانت جدتي تحفظني هذا الدعاء: " اللهم آتنا في الدنيا حسنة و في الآخرة حسنة و قنا عذاب النار". و لم يتجاوز عمري آنذاك الثالثة.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انتقلت عائلة جدي إلى بيت جديد في حي الموافجة و لكني ما زلت في أحلامي أرى البيت القديم,و قد جاء جيل جديد من الأطفال في عائلتنا الكبيرة ليعيشوا هم أيضاً عوالمهم الخاصة.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-2347405590191799220?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2347405590191799220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=2347405590191799220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2347405590191799220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2347405590191799220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ملصوقاً باسم العائلة.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أحدهم، بيني و بينه نوع من القرابة. فوالده ابن خالة جدي! و هنا أدخل في دوامة من الأسئلة: من هي خالة جدي؟ و كيف كانت تبدو؟ تزوجت بمن؟ و هل لدى جدي خالات غيرها؟ من هن؟ ربما أعرف أحد أحفادها.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يخرجني من هذه الدوامة والدتي أو إحدى عماتي أو جدي بنفسه، ثم أدخل في متاهة أخرى هو أن خالة جدي تزوجت مرتين! و هناك أبناء من الرضاعة و أن زوجها هو الآخر قد تزوج أكثر من مرة! هنا، يفاجئني العالم الصغير بتعقيده.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;العوائل الصغيرة تكبر و تمتد، و من كان يعرف شخصا فأحفاد الرجلين قد لا يتعرافان إلا صدفة، في عمل أو نشاط اجتماعي ما أو بوساطة طرف ثالث و ربما كان هناك رابع.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هناك فكرة تخطر في بالي في كل وليمة عرس. ألا و هي عمل أشجار للعوائل (جمع شجرة عائلة) و تكون عبر موقع الكتروني، بحيث أن كل مولود جديد يضاف اسمه في الموقع تحت اسم ابيه بجانب اسم اخوته الذكور.&lt;br /&gt;لربما كان هناك مندوب يتقاضى مبلغاً بسيطاً جراء أخذ صورة لكل شخص كل ٣ أعوام مثلاً.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و لكن، هل هناك من يهتم لأحفاد رجل ذات صلة قرابة جده قبل ٥ أجيال؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-6013302183225372737?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/6013302183225372737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=6013302183225372737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/6013302183225372737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/6013302183225372737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='أبناء آبناء أولئك الرجال'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-1641948329483448113</id><published>2009-09-21T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:53:25.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>حالة "يأس" مع "أمل".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;إن"أمل" هي ابنتي ذات الثمانية أشهر و أريد باليأس حالتنا مع نومها المتقطع و البكاء المزعج ليلاً! الحمدلله إننا في إجازة عيد الفطر،لأنه يمكنني النوم بضع ساعات اضافية.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;عند الخامسة صباحا لم أتحمل أنها لا تزال تزعج نومي، خرجت بها من غرفة النوم إلي الصالة و قلت لنفسي هي فرصة حتي أكمل قراءة كتاب" أرز باللبن لشخصين" للكاتبة رحاب بسام. الكتاب صغير جداً ولا أحتمل فكرة أن سأنتهي منه بسرعة، فها أنا أتباطأ في قراءة المواضيع حتى تطول مدة بقائي مع الكتاب لأقصى مدة ممكنة.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;الكاتبة جعلتني أراجع تفكيري في فكرة "التدوين"و قد تحمست لأكتب هذا الموضوع، حيث برق العنوان في ذهني بالخط العريض. لدى رحاب مواضيع جميلة تجعلك تفكر بسرحان جميل بعد قراءة كل موضوع، و أول ما يتبادر في ذهني: هو كيف جاءتها هذه الفكرة؟!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;الآن أفكر في ماهية المواضيع التي أريد طرحها، عليها أن تكون مميزة / مفيدة / بها حسي الفني.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-1641948329483448113?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-1009182233703411923</id><published>2007-09-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:30:19.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RumrzBoUEmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VdyzcPdAxYI/s1600-h/dream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RumrzBoUEmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VdyzcPdAxYI/s320/dream1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109804145327739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our success starts with a small wish and a dream.&lt;br /&gt;taken and edited by: me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-1009182233703411923?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1009182233703411923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=1009182233703411923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/1009182233703411923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/1009182233703411923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2007/09/dream.html' title='a dream ~'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RumrzBoUEmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VdyzcPdAxYI/s72-c/dream1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-5592280600292738856</id><published>2007-08-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:23:21.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arab Union of Photographers</title><content type='html'>the &lt;a href="http://www.auop.de/arabic_home.html"&gt;arab union of photographers&lt;/a&gt; are having a competition in photography. the subject will be at arab tradition and the dead line will be on 30th of August 2007. I will try to participate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;today morning before i wake up i had a mixed-up dreams. on of the views was a camp near to a lake and i found some lost stuff which is belong to my father. i was jumping and flying at the same time! this jump-fly action is repeated a lot of times in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;when our dreams stop, our life stops too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-5592280600292738856?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/5592280600292738856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=5592280600292738856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/5592280600292738856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/5592280600292738856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2007/08/arab-union-of-photographers.html' title='Arab Union of Photographers'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-9178300098011794604</id><published>2007-08-14T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:49:27.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being lost</title><content type='html'>one of my dreams is to be lost for 20 years alone. discover a new world, a new people, a new skills and a lot of new views.&lt;br /&gt;i want to write a book showing my experience  and what i did, i feel, i learn, who i met.&lt;br /&gt;i want to write a story about being lost. sort of imagination  story about this lost trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;today also i didn't go for work because of my sickness, tomorrow inshalla i will be back with new breath =). I went to the clinic with my brother and they gave me an injection :s there were on kid who was screaming afraid of the injection, he was saying: DON'T SHOW ME THE DOCTOR FACE!!  it was funny and drama at same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;here is one of my latest art works i called&lt;br /&gt;fly to my sky ~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsHc7pl_jmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nAElLYo69uw/s1600-h/fly_to_my_sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsHc7pl_jmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nAElLYo69uw/s200/fly_to_my_sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098599170495712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish for me all the best,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-9178300098011794604?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/9178300098011794604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=9178300098011794604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/9178300098011794604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/9178300098011794604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-lost.html' title='being lost'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsHc7pl_jmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nAElLYo69uw/s72-c/fly_to_my_sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-1443622906278400321</id><published>2007-08-14T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:08:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsFikZl_jkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kenMk-6WE0c/s1600-h/lights_around_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsFikZl_jkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kenMk-6WE0c/s200/lights_around_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098464630645165634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one of my latest art works.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's happiness ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-1443622906278400321?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/1443622906278400321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=1443622906278400321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/1443622906278400321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/1443622906278400321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterdays-happiness.html' title='yesterday&apos;s happiness'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FoWUTSzDWxY/RsFikZl_jkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kenMk-6WE0c/s72-c/lights_around_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4354910352141511765.post-2994952209407289000</id><published>2007-08-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:22:05.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atshhooooh</title><content type='html'>today i am sick, and i did not go for a work, my boring work =)&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand i did a lot of things in my list.&lt;br /&gt;atshhhooooo. my wife made for my a boiled water with viks..ahhh so relaxing. yah i forget to say that i have a cold, thats why i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy because i did the logos for my small project with my friend. The project will be websites designing, that really cool.  we ended with choosing the name "84 pixels" for the project.&lt;br /&gt;why 84? because we born in 1984 and this number comes a lot in my life and my friend likes even numbers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone will comment? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;good bye me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4354910352141511765-2994952209407289000?l=placeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/2994952209407289000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4354910352141511765&amp;postID=2994952209407289000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2994952209407289000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4354910352141511765/posts/default/2994952209407289000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeoflight.blogspot.com/2007/08/atshhooooh.html' title='atshhooooh'/><author><name>nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15674677145719416656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
