<?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-5723698215287894892</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:21:59.457+02:00</updated><category term='snapshots'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>The e-Freelancer's Open Book</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging For History</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-6556150670245194193</id><published>2007-12-02T14:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Spoon plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R1KpLbL0c1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ogJWEen5K40/s1600-R/Copy+of+Concave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R1KpLbL0c1I/AAAAAAAAABk/mCXFnV6Tetw/s320/Copy+of+Concave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139356138524144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;watching my face inside a spoon plate&lt;br /&gt;seeing myself upside down&lt;br /&gt;seeing everything behind me the same&lt;br /&gt;seeing the face of the real life&lt;br /&gt;everything is inverted, but still you can perceed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faces in this life are so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;faces are the mirror images for souls carrying them&lt;br /&gt;same like the spoon plate i were looking for now&lt;br /&gt;faces do show things upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if we want to behold the surrounding souls&lt;br /&gt;just invert what you see , upside down&lt;br /&gt;but if you want to see my soul , then&lt;br /&gt;keep the image you see as it is&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/5723698215287894892-6556150670245194193?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6556150670245194193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=6556150670245194193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6556150670245194193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6556150670245194193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/12/spoon-plate.html' title='The Spoon plate'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R1KpLbL0c1I/AAAAAAAAABk/mCXFnV6Tetw/s72-c/Copy+of+Concave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-1285243118554940114</id><published>2007-11-23T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.400+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The eternal states</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R0cOoFL9jvI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIvXN4D2kmk/s1600-h/greenland_ice_melting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R0cOoFL9jvI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIvXN4D2kmk/s320/greenland_ice_melting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136089981789245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semi frozen state ,&lt;br /&gt;between ice and chilled&lt;br /&gt;in the past we've dreamt of a green field&lt;br /&gt;nowdays i try to bring thy dreams to life again...&lt;br /&gt;but where is it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream have born before to surf&lt;br /&gt;inside our hearts to stay together&lt;br /&gt;inside this dream, we do lived&lt;br /&gt;and we hidden it from each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as stones , or rocks , or harder than&lt;br /&gt;we are expressing to each other&lt;br /&gt;and when the questions do come out&lt;br /&gt;silence and strangeness cover its cores&lt;br /&gt;a monochrome state , templated answers&lt;br /&gt;i say and you say to each others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the end yet or is it the start?&lt;br /&gt;are we so decent or we will depart&lt;br /&gt;if we found some partners else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a strange state with great dreams to surf...&lt;br /&gt;thy world both with each other&lt;br /&gt;although we cant describe the state&lt;br /&gt;nor can i undesrtand how do you feel ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-1285243118554940114?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1285243118554940114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=1285243118554940114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/1285243118554940114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/1285243118554940114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/11/eternal-states.html' title='The eternal states'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/R0cOoFL9jvI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIvXN4D2kmk/s72-c/greenland_ice_melting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-3784180909851460966</id><published>2007-10-30T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Till here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZbQSZFU5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Nj83FVWpWGc/s1600-h/hand-says-stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZbQSZFU5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Nj83FVWpWGc/s320/hand-says-stop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126885561180967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here and stop&lt;br /&gt;I wont let you&lt;br /&gt;Entering my life, changing the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of my dreaming imaginary world&lt;br /&gt;I wont let you entering into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreaming romance in thy world&lt;br /&gt;Consists of more than thousands words&lt;br /&gt;Describing more than thousands thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That sank on sadness and wont float&lt;br /&gt;To reach the surface to respire&lt;br /&gt;The age of happiness ended and expired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-3784180909851460966?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3784180909851460966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=3784180909851460966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/3784180909851460966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/3784180909851460966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/10/till-here.html' title='Till here'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZbQSZFU5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Nj83FVWpWGc/s72-c/hand-says-stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-507006514054147711</id><published>2007-10-29T23:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.576+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Victim</title><content type='html'>November 2000 , the month of my first triumph in the first publishing of my writings , and before the start of November 2007 , I want to repeat this days again as it was great , this poem I've wrote before in this great November , but i wasn't imagining that I'm going to live its story again after 7 years from publishing it , i realoaded the process with the same words again , in order just to remember , and keep the memorial ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZWyyZFU4I/AAAAAAAAABE/g48msyOGQuI/s1600-h/Forsaken-Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZWyyZFU4I/AAAAAAAAABE/g48msyOGQuI/s320/Forsaken-Faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126880656328315778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the winter scary nights&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed thinking of rights&lt;br /&gt;Given to me, and to those...&lt;br /&gt;People, have I gained or lost&lt;br /&gt;My concepts in this dreadful life&lt;br /&gt;Am I a body without a soul nor a power of life?&lt;br /&gt;Or a skeleton covered with skin and flesh&lt;br /&gt;But its thoughts remain UN fresh&lt;br /&gt;And decomposes before my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to think of love&lt;br /&gt;But there was always nothing to love&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart cold, even under a stove&lt;br /&gt;But try to thoughts.... as same as me now&lt;br /&gt;Love is only present with life&lt;br /&gt;But me, fleshy body thinking mind&lt;br /&gt;My aims only means unkind&lt;br /&gt;For the daily dreadful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try with me to rescue&lt;br /&gt;My thinking mind, my concepts&lt;br /&gt;My heart and true...&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I am living in now,&lt;br /&gt;Take me out of that sea....&lt;br /&gt;Of problems I am sinking in,&lt;br /&gt;Give me love or...&lt;br /&gt;Give me once, other than you to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure I will not refuse, love&lt;br /&gt;Nor anyone, which is feeling of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the person whom&lt;br /&gt;These kinds of refusal in his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of that, and be sure&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want is for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if you needs, all the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-507006514054147711?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/507006514054147711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=507006514054147711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/507006514054147711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/507006514054147711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/10/victim.html' title='The Victim'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RyZWyyZFU4I/AAAAAAAAABE/g48msyOGQuI/s72-c/Forsaken-Faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-6544173878071279752</id><published>2007-09-28T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rvz1NsdlJDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QNUZS-WCZcA/s1600-h/we_spoke_as_we_walked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rvz1NsdlJDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QNUZS-WCZcA/s320/we_spoke_as_we_walked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115232892408374322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Filled with desire to write today , although i feel nothing new is happening this days except that I'm just feeling a bit calm from inside , though i was enjoying only to write in depression times  ,but i  feel writing in the current mood is better, in spite i think it produce just an ordinary works not like the “hits” i wrote before as i believe , but thinking that “ordinary works” is much better than “depressive hits” .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Back home from my dream beloved city , and publishing my first series of snapshots , for the first time i feel the hope to reach the 100&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; episode of this snapshots , although I've lost the ability to blog even a single snapshot beside the sea , but feeling satisfied of gaining this ability back here .  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;roaming the streets charge me with  the power to output words , and situations i see and experience  catalyze the process of making this words neat and ready for its  readers ............&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;the process of flowing thoughts  out of the writer's mind differs from a writer to another as it  represents the fingerprints like sign , which distinguish a writer  from another , and thats what implies the ultimate distinctive  characteristics of writings to each one of them , and for me , i  think I'm still searching for my sign with you , my dear readers  ..........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i think that blogging will be  considered as one of the best inventions among the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;  century and it may continue to be the main gate for the word  producers like me , although i think it may have a great impact upon  the future of thoughts publishing in the near future , as soon as  papers will disappear from our life and paper workings will be as  valuable as old pharonic papyruses , but will i live till the day to  see my paper library as one of the next century or era museums ???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“my blog , my territory” , a  quote i realized now after  i  took the decision to  transfer my  blog into a territory that i govern ,  setting its rules and by  myself and building inside my Utopian word statues , a territory  that anyone can visit without a passport , and roam inside with no  definite rules , so watch for my current and next updates .........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-6544173878071279752?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6544173878071279752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=6544173878071279752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6544173878071279752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6544173878071279752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/09/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rvz1NsdlJDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QNUZS-WCZcA/s72-c/we_spoke_as_we_walked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-8566089211157346120</id><published>2007-08-29T01:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:57.874+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><title type='text'>its ME !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RtSnRaxdWKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f6Bp4Knam6Q/s1600-h/gillespiemyself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RtSnRaxdWKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f6Bp4Knam6Q/s320/gillespiemyself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103888195403995298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was impressed by ME , and in spite i rarely do think of writing things about ME for the reason of that for sure all the writings you read before and you will read in the future if the world contained a place for me to do so in the next times will express ME even i never mentioned a word about , thats because ME is the once who directs this writings and then this it what ME do think of and blog , same like ME    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;feeling like I'm fed up of  thinking , but not fed up of writing , the need to blog everything i  see became to me a very great moment of passion , while writing i  can express all what i wanna shout out in thins world but my voice  cant deliver its meaning , but on the other way i must think , act  and interact in order to have something to write , interaction not  only by the means of physical once , but interaction for me  represents the moments where i got involved in the action by my mind  and sensations , not necessarily to be expressing your opinion for  the variables of the situation or even having a role inside , but  the really important thing is to find a role for the situation  inside my mind and employ it efficiently to produce a word for  tomorrow .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"no day without a line to  write" a quote i heard while reading one of the books and when  firstly i saw it i thought this word includes my daily situation  when i blog , but after moment of thinking i discovered that this  words are the most far thing from me since i stay sometimes for long  period of weeks without even a sentence to write , and on the other  side some days come with thoughts and words that even the twenty  four hours available are to short to write and that i need another  hours more to blog , which results a load of papers containing  thoughts ,  poems , and even just words unbounded to each others but  means more for me .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;About the girl sitting two tables  right from mine : i lived my life and still living dreaming of a  companion like you, but not exactly same like you , i love the  your  style , the way which you appear living by , but ...............  I  cant Afford so , and my life also cant fit in with yours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I go sad for every moment i  thought , concluded an idea and haven't recorded it , because if i  have done so then today maybe i was having a better time with more  good words to write and more tidy thoughts to produce this words ,  and maybe my thoughts were different than those of today , writings  drive my concepts as it learns me how to behold the future scenes ,  and how to inspire the world to live my life , and to blog more for  history .   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;An article i read before claimed  that “Blogging” is one of the words resulting from the human  daily applications of abbreviating word , but i do consider it as  the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century basic media invention, blogging is the  first child born for human mind thoughts expression, and maybe the  only child for another centuries as many people think, but when  looking on the other side will notice that blogging may have the  shortest life between inventions in this era .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Thoughts are developing in my mind  now about blogging a new article about  the past , but when we go to  define the past we only claim its “ the events , feelings occurred  days before” but for me i think its only the events and feelings  occurred days before that affected us only , by positive or negative  it doesn't matter , because the nature of the human mind can never  record the past events as a whole , but just it can record snapshots  from it   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;coming to this point , i do think its enough for now and lets stop here , and retrieve all the past snapshots we have recorded inside our minds .............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-8566089211157346120?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8566089211157346120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=8566089211157346120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/8566089211157346120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/8566089211157346120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-was-impressed-by-me-and-in.html' title='its ME !!!'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RtSnRaxdWKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f6Bp4Knam6Q/s72-c/gillespiemyself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-2653354278554546659</id><published>2007-08-18T06:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:58.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RsZpZ6xdWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xg47gRiuM-g/s1600-h/success.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RsZpZ6xdWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xg47gRiuM-g/s320/success.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099879522038012050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In every day and every moment upon this earth people search for success , awake or even asleep time they also do dig dreams for it , thats a common act nearly done by 99.999% of people living upon this earth , although till now we cant find a common definition for success , as every person do rate success as “the process of fulfilling his specific dream” , its the nature of the individual human mind thats always seeks for benefiting from any issue it can find or express in order just to feel its like doing something new every day , then ... we can from this look interrelate success with every activity and every movement people do in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh , i forgot sorry to tell you whats the 0.001% of the people on the other side do , those people also i forgot to tell you that they are rated by the others as the “mentally retarded persons” kept in special places for only that they were blamed by the other when they named the others “mentally retarded persons” too!!! , then the problem here is not for the persons opinions but matters with the power of every side to impose its rules , then success here represents a situation where the powerful side acquires its objectives of success by neglecting the other side objectives , and so , this life will keep rotating like a wheel ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but in the other side of the conflict , the weak side of the conflict isn't just fighting with silliness thinking that they can win such a match where all its evidences is just pointing for the win criteria of the competing side , the matter for them represents a life or death issue too where they are also thinking of winning this battle in order to imply there rules of success,so the weak side in a specific battle may search for aids of winning which mean they will improve there abilities for the sake of exceeding them more than thats of the winning side and so grabbing the winning option from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally , we can conclude from the above boring story that success; for a person or a group no matter ,represent in its first goals or objectives the need to defeat the rules of success for all its opposites , then .... , success is not a process as we think that represent a value added benefits to the society , but its just a process where some of those benefits are transferred mutually and vigorously from some parties or individuals to another, then success do represents an issue of distributing benefits among its seekers in terms of their abilities to hold them without letting the others to have them as the final gifts they have as a result of applying their rules efficiently , then , victory in all cases upon these planet as we see , must represent the process of walking above another victims bodies , which makes me feel how wild this life is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me , ladies and gentlemen i do name success in a different way , because i don't believe in such wild jungles rules , life is more simple than we even think , success as i think is the ultimate sense of satisfaction that flows from the feel of happiness which mainly evolves around us as a completion for this feeling of happiness , life is more simple than anyone can imagine because humans now days are complicating their surrounding life by imposing the rules and variables which mainly affects the life of them before affecting the life of the others ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lets try to come back ,to the early days of humanity , or even the early days of our life when we used to draw flowers inside our hearts and souls before even drawing it inside our drawing book sheets , lets return to the pure minds era , where nothing were marking our souls with this days ugly black marks, life is so simple , and thats how we must live it in our whole rest life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-2653354278554546659?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2653354278554546659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=2653354278554546659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/2653354278554546659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/2653354278554546659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/meaning-of-success.html' title='The Meaning of Success'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/RsZpZ6xdWJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xg47gRiuM-g/s72-c/success.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-6495739558705284452</id><published>2007-08-14T14:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:51:04.864+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Little Brainstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/7/1329211/uk_brighton_burnt-pier_dark_letterboxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/7/1329211/uk_brighton_burnt-pier_dark_letterboxed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you though i know how the end may come ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in spite i know , i still love you ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love is the power to change for me ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and thats what makes me powered to exchange the end  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with another bright , neat and shiny once .................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Future , so far as i cant see you ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;nor even feel your breeze  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;are you really so far as i think ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;or I'm captured where no access to your breeze ......................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;hey , my today dream mistress ,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i know you still haven't decided your way in life  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;ask the unbelievables !!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you'll  trust me then ........................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I'll love you darling as much as life allows me to love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;but don't ask me for more  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;as i cant disobey this rules of life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and it will be the time for my next mistress................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;i know the days much than you know it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;because I've been touched by days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;but I'm dead sure that days loves me  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;more than it loved someone like you ...............&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-6495739558705284452?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6495739558705284452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=6495739558705284452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6495739558705284452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/6495739558705284452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/untidy-thoughts-department.html' title='A Little Brainstorm'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-7552304930313446788</id><published>2007-07-16T05:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:58.330+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots'/><title type='text'>The Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rprg9eg5IcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ffU0q73gQlA/s1600-h/Image(273).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087626075836064194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rprg9eg5IcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ffU0q73gQlA/s320/Image(273).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I decided to write this series , I was aiming to record my thoughts by such way which make me always remember my moods and thoughts in a specific moment that I wish never to forget this thing ever , plus my normal objective to blog life at every moment I can for the purpose of providing reference for people wishing to maintain life with no new experiences but just seeing what they have experienced before from reading , writing right now from a café in front of Stanley bridge in Alexandria , one of the fewest cafes in Alexandria which contains a hotspot , after spending a previous 48 hours of pleasure and happiness in the city I dream to live there my whole rest life , the past hours was great to feel that I’m staying in my dream place , but after I realized that just a few hours and I will be back to my original resident city I came back to its depressive mood , I feel its sarcastic for someone to have his permanent resident in a place faraway from his dream spa.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here right now announcing the born of a new series in my writings , but sorry I have to go back for paper blogging because my laptop isn’t available with me due to its heavy weight (wishing to have a better solution for live blogging soon, processing now for its details) , plus I think that my internet addict friend “Nayer Rashad” will not allow me to use his laptop for a long time , thoughts are popping up inside my brain and will be processed to writings right now but I will typewrite it when I’m back to Cairo , just watch for it…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; this is the fist live blogging experience for me , to publish in the same time right after paper blogging , it was very hard for me to convince “Nayer” to allow me to use his machine but my depressed mood made him to give up using it and provided to me , special thanks to “Nayer” plus the sun started to shine now while im typewriting , the above picture I took the time I was paper blogging this thoughts , the weather is wonderful , which bring me back to paper blogging mood , so bye for now&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/5723698215287894892-7552304930313446788?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7552304930313446788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=7552304930313446788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7552304930313446788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7552304930313446788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/07/start.html' title='The Start'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PgftS4y-dE/Rprg9eg5IcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ffU0q73gQlA/s72-c/Image(273).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-9155758756564942570</id><published>2007-07-13T03:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T04:03:24.712+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Once A Time (the stone Above my Grave)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE A TIME I WAS ASKED WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THE WORLD DOESN' INTEREST ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I SAID, WHEN THE HAPPINESS SAY GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WORLD WILL LOSE WAY TO TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SOMETHING, MEANING NOTHING OF KINDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OF THE HAPPINESS IN MY MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ONLY THING WHICH MEANING TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NOTHING TO LOVE, NO FRIENDS TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ONCE A TIME I WAS ASKED WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AND WHAT MY THINKING WILL LEAD ME TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A PRISON TO LIVE MY WHOLE LIFE IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OR A GRAVE WITH WALLS OF THIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LAYERS OF STONES ANS ONCE ABOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TO SUPPORT MY HEAD AND TO RECORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THAT I AM THE PERSON WHOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LOST HIS CONCEPTS IN THAT DULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WORLD OF THE DREADFUL BULLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This Poem Were Awarded for Best 100 poems Ever in Year 2000 , Published in the book "Nature's Echoes" and was Narrated in the CD "the sound of poetry Vol. 2"&lt;/span&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/5723698215287894892-9155758756564942570?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9155758756564942570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=9155758756564942570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/9155758756564942570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/9155758756564942570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/07/once-time-stone-above-my-grave.html' title='Once A Time (the stone Above my Grave)'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-7981600042512193554</id><published>2007-07-13T01:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:51:45.162+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Summer Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Walking silent, in the street&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the pavement, by your feet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking here and looking there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and loudness everywhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shouting, children playing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, singing, dancing, playing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All means happiness, no sad there &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go far to elsewhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent, darkness only there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a taxi, pay the fare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him to go to anywhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent, darkness only there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;*Written in the remembrance of the days of my sociological Success july-august 1999 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-7981600042512193554?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7981600042512193554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=7981600042512193554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7981600042512193554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7981600042512193554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-eve.html' title='A Summer Eve'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723698215287894892.post-7895510015090053775</id><published>2007-05-28T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:05:28.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The start</title><content type='html'>Coming So soon , here will be my permenant place to publish all my writings , come here frequently , i will always update this blog with my final edits , in arabic and english ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723698215287894892-7895510015090053775?l=efreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7895510015090053775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723698215287894892&amp;postID=7895510015090053775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7895510015090053775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723698215287894892/posts/default/7895510015090053775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efreelancer.blogspot.com/2007/05/freelancer.html' title='The start'/><author><name>The Freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551207607845698158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v125/161/71/663345692/n663345692_1276972_2910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
