<?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-4156694498051502691</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:26:37.902-08:00</updated><category term='Forrest Gump'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Energy'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Pyschology'/><category term='My Life still undefined'/><category term='Doctor says'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='My'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='The Pakistan and The World'/><category term='My Quotes'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Interesting Facts'/><category term='X-Men'/><category term='Music Views'/><category term='My Poetry'/><category term='Politicis/Religion'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Doctor with the White Steth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-395529142609205312</id><published>2011-12-31T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:20:20.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Happy new year. I got so busy in my studies that I entirely forgot about writing this blog. 2011 was a good year for me. It gave me a lot of opportunities and I thank God for providing everything to me. I can't imagine a single day without God. I can't imagine my life without God. Thank you for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have seen people. I hurt someone I really respect. I decided never to do that ever again. He deserves a lot of my respect....I was never a honest person. I lied to a lot of people. I will try to change that. And Yes I am looking for new friends. Really good one!! Most importantly I want to get done with my USMLE exams in 2012. Hopefully by the end of this year InshaALLAH! Need a lot of prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers out there, please try to leave an comment or something. It would help motivating me. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-395529142609205312?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/395529142609205312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=395529142609205312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/395529142609205312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/395529142609205312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4000275315241155237</id><published>2011-11-09T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:48:18.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Frustrating people!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Unless I find a way to channelize all my energy, I will not settle down. A desire to be better and a passion to create my own way drives my day. A hope!! Now, I just need luck on my side and things will be fine!! IA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you something interesting... There are people I know who would contact me only when they want something. There are people who text me with questions related to their studies and other stuff. When I answer them,they don't even reply back with a thank you(this is just mean..don't you think!?). I didn't know that people can be so mean and selfish sometimes. First, I tried to ignore it. But it&amp;nbsp; is really giving me the feeling that some people are so self absorbed with their own lives that they don't care about the people they use. It's all about them. They want people to talk about them. They want people to care about them. They seek attention. But let me tell you something, you don't get something which you are not able to give it to others. It is a two way process. Respect and Love. It's is earned and in some cases it is granted by God. Some people are lucky, they get attention but dear grow up. You need to stop pretending that you are a princess or a rock star. And you know what!! It easier to live with complexes when you have people who love you! &lt;br /&gt;NOTE: &lt;br /&gt;I won't say No to anyone who would ask for my help ever but I had to vent my anger!!!&amp;nbsp; :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4000275315241155237?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4000275315241155237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4000275315241155237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4000275315241155237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4000275315241155237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/11/frustrating-people.html' title='Frustrating people!!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-114990696414770662</id><published>2011-10-23T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:26:14.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt; Even my dreams are getting realistic. I used to be a crazy dreamer. I used to dream about things I can never Have. I used to make up fictional characters and live their lives in my head. I still do that at times but deep down inside I know that I wont be able to achieve those dreams or live their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-114990696414770662?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/114990696414770662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=114990696414770662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/114990696414770662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/114990696414770662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/10/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4771152990382129561</id><published>2011-10-11T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:59:49.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If I am career oriented, it doesn't mean that I don't have a heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4771152990382129561?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4771152990382129561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4771152990382129561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4771152990382129561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4771152990382129561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/10/x-men_11.html' title='X-men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1716984768997416198</id><published>2011-10-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:54:29.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;X-- I am not doing it for money. This would bring peace to me. This is important to me. I face you everyday with your same questions but I don't have new answers for you. I&amp;nbsp; hate your perfect ways and your perfect world. I hate to admit it but I realized that I am turning into a perfectionist myself. I live by specific rules and principles. I am afraid that I am becoming like you. And people like us always end up alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1716984768997416198?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1716984768997416198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1716984768997416198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1716984768997416198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1716984768997416198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/10/x-men.html' title='X-men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2020699501333647914</id><published>2011-10-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:45:57.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>step one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;. There are people u like, love and hate. We all label people with these emotions.But we sometimes mix everything up.We label the wrongs tags on the people or may be they are just PEOPLE. They are just people! You can't expect that somebody would do good for you if u have done something good for them. We make a brief journey with the people around us.We stick with them for seconds or minutes or hours or years! We try to make a difference in their lives and we try to be an important part of their lives. But everything ends.We move on. The Journey and the Companions! End of story. Define your life with good people around you and believe in the fact that you are never alone. Believe that your God is with you all the time. Do good and give charity. You will be rewarded after you are resurrected on the Day of Judgement. May be there is where you peace lies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2020699501333647914?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2020699501333647914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2020699501333647914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2020699501333647914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2020699501333647914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-one.html' title='step one'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4369726357025960596</id><published>2011-09-21T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:02:46.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Morbidity Vs Mortility!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My back pain is a pain in the ass! Literally Speaking! :D This post is just stupid. Yeah I dont want to make any sense today! &lt;br /&gt;Morbidity is worse than mortality because you have to live your every second with it! &lt;br /&gt;&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/4156694498051502691-4369726357025960596?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4369726357025960596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4369726357025960596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4369726357025960596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4369726357025960596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/09/morbidity-vs-mortility.html' title='Morbidity Vs Mortility!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5593824087904046117</id><published>2011-09-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:01:52.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am kind of a person who believes in fixing things. I try my best to make the people around me happy. When a friend of mine is in trouble, I just know what is wrong with him. I try to set things right. But recently, I have found that I won't be able to fix all the things and people. I must confess that I do this for selfish reasons.I do that because I'm unable to solve my own problems. I think that the healing power which comes from helping others tend to help me too.&amp;nbsp; &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/4156694498051502691-5593824087904046117?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5593824087904046117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5593824087904046117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5593824087904046117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5593824087904046117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-kind-of-person-who-believes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-659493931427490304</id><published>2011-09-19T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:49:52.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Drover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Most  people like to own things, you know, land, luggage, other people. Makes  them feel secure, but all that can be taken away. In the end the only  thing you really own is your story.”&lt;br /&gt;-Drover in Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-659493931427490304?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/659493931427490304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=659493931427490304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/659493931427490304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/659493931427490304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/09/drover.html' title='Drover'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3724322347708398232</id><published>2011-09-11T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:11:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Schmidt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BqCap_thK8&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOxkl7OKsH0&amp;amp;feature=share"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOxkl7OKsH0&amp;amp;feature=share"&gt;Tribute-Jon Schmidt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a masterpiece. Some songs force you to fall in love. Sometimes they tell you that something or someone important is missing in your life.&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/4156694498051502691-3724322347708398232?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3724322347708398232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3724322347708398232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3724322347708398232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3724322347708398232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/09/jon-schmidt.html' title='Jon Schmidt'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-165769804897668950</id><published>2011-09-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:47:54.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I don't expect my friend to know my favorite color, dish and other minute details about my life. It will be great if He does that. The one thing I expect from him to is to show up when I need him or else come up with a perfect excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-165769804897668950?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/165769804897668950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=165769804897668950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/165769804897668950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/165769804897668950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6937938959094315100</id><published>2011-08-11T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:02:12.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Keep it simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I tell everyone not to expect anything great from me. I don't want you to disappoint you when I won't be able to fulfill YOUR dreams and expectations. I am not made for that. There is something I need to confess. I expect something from all of you too. A simple love. Love me for who I am. Remember me in your prayers. Keep it simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6937938959094315100?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6937938959094315100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6937938959094315100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6937938959094315100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6937938959094315100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep it simple'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2025599188901129358</id><published>2011-08-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:21:00.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-men-Question Mark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;X- Why did you fight with her stupid!? &lt;br /&gt;Y- I gave her a reason to hate me..and then decide who is best for her! &lt;br /&gt;X- But you told me that you loved her..&lt;br /&gt;Y- I don't feel right about our relationship! I know she would never choose me. I am just a replacement for her. She wants to fill that void. She feels attracted to me because of that vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;X- ...... Is it because your ego cant accept that she loved someone else before she started liking you? &lt;br /&gt;Y-&amp;nbsp; Damn it! you are right! :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2025599188901129358?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2025599188901129358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2025599188901129358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2025599188901129358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2025599188901129358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/08/x-men-question-mark.html' title='X-men-Question Mark.'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6244208277520263580</id><published>2011-08-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:46:18.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Lazy A$$ ! :-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its hard to study for USMLE. 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I have perfected the art of staring at the wall without thinking about anything.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Another perfection I acquired recently is the ability to waste time without feeling guilty about anything.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Deep down inside I know that Facebook is a big waste of time. Yet I can’t leave it. For a couple of days, I was really confused about my situation. But I realized that my behavior has deep roots in the anxiety I am having because of my USMLE exams and my personal life.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I see my tasks as insurmountable and I am not able to concentrate on the daily task of studying. I have already been a slow starter. I need that gentle push.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Something is off lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Human brain has a built in reward system. We try for things which can bear some fruitful results in the end. But I always ask this question from myself?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is that what I actually wanted?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I question my own dreams. Confusion is&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;a bad thing.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You can neither leave it nor love it. It sucks the life out of you.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Confusion leads to unnecessary thinking. Actions on the other had leads to results. So I guess, it’s better to take a risk and see how it worked in the end than never to try in the first place. That’s the only way of knowing anything. &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/4156694498051502691-6244208277520263580?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6244208277520263580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6244208277520263580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6244208277520263580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6244208277520263580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazy-s.html' title='Lazy A$$ ! :-S'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1053301693291928286</id><published>2011-06-30T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:00:40.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pakistan and The World'/><title type='text'>Visit to the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I went to US for 3 months. It was a different experience. I loved few&amp;nbsp; things about US especially the way they treat people. Good morning,&amp;nbsp; Sorry, thank you and Good evening. They use these words so often. They&amp;nbsp; hold doors for each other. While driving, they care about the&amp;nbsp; pedestrians(mostly because you get sued if you hit a pedestrian).&amp;nbsp; Everything and everyone is in working condition. But these are minor&amp;nbsp; things about USA. Just few things, I learned over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some&amp;nbsp; people ask from me. Is America better than Pakistan?.. I dont know what&amp;nbsp; to say to them. I love Pakistan no doubt. On my way back to Pakistan, I&amp;nbsp; saw funny things about Pakistanis on Dubai International Airport. The&amp;nbsp; Flight assistant announced the boarding for the flight and told everyone&amp;nbsp; that family and people who need assistance should come first. But&amp;nbsp; nobody understood him and rushed to towards the door. Many of Pakistanis&amp;nbsp; are uneducated and they dont know English. It was like as If I reached a&amp;nbsp; local fish market in Lahore. Everyone was in such a hurry. I dont know&amp;nbsp; why they were in a hurry. Everyone has a seat which is already&amp;nbsp; designated to him. But still, they wanted to board the plane first. And&amp;nbsp; then nobody was in a queue !!!!&lt;br /&gt;But In the end, everything worked out and the flight took off from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan's&amp;nbsp; biggest problem is education. We need to educate our children. We have&amp;nbsp; to tell them the education is not all about getting a good job some&amp;nbsp; where but Education is about grooming their personalities. Educational&amp;nbsp; reforms are as important as Education. The books they are teaching&amp;nbsp; children these days are out-dated and should be taught to monkeys&amp;nbsp; instead. Then, Educational Equality should be the third and most&amp;nbsp; important aim of our society. The poor should get the same educations as&amp;nbsp; the rich are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as a Nation we lack discipline. We&amp;nbsp; think that we are Muslims and God is with us. But Trust me, He is with&amp;nbsp; us but we are not with him. We have faith in him but we follow none of&amp;nbsp; his teachings. We are so much busy in issues like Jihad and Burqa that&amp;nbsp; we forgot to do the basic things. Even If someone do the basic things of&amp;nbsp; Islam, he forgets about the Human Rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say but&amp;nbsp; Pakistanis lacks Unity, Faith and Discipline.&amp;nbsp; I should also add&amp;nbsp; Education. The 4 pillars of Pakistan. The 4 pillars which makes any&amp;nbsp; nation strong. We are broken. Torn apart. We need to solve our problems&amp;nbsp; and strengthen these Pillars. The fate of our nation depends on these&amp;nbsp; pillars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1053301693291928286?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1053301693291928286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1053301693291928286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1053301693291928286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1053301693291928286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-to-west_30.html' title='Visit to the West'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8448580603482458608</id><published>2011-05-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:39:05.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix note_content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;O lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have cursed me with a heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you have crushed it ruthlessly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You seek gratitude in return&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all the blessings and the mourns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You claim my bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all my unfruitful dreams and hollow screams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take joy when I plead,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I seek absolution,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all my sins and candid deeds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But its time, my Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To pay heed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To  my  fading appeal...&lt;/p&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/4156694498051502691-8448580603482458608?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8448580603482458608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8448580603482458608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8448580603482458608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8448580603482458608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/05/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2568075386443645329</id><published>2011-02-23T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:08:34.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Final Prof: The End!</title><content type='html'>Guess who is back!  Me! 5 months! God! It was hard to study for my final professional. But I guess its over. I still cant believe that its over. But the exams are finally over. Now! I am waiting for my result!! I guess Prayers do matter a lot and I would be expecting all of you to pray for my result.And you know what! these 5 months have given me a chance to become a better person. I dont know how but I feel as if I am changed. And I have so much positive energy in me now. Regarding the X-series. I will keep on posting things about people around me. I wont name them but I will simply use the Letter X or Y to convey their messages. I dont want anyone to get the wrong idea that I am Mr. or Miss X ! :D But If you think so, then what can i do! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about life is that Its Life. Unpredictable and Unfair. But Life would have been boring, if it was predictable. I guess the only predictable thing about life is that its Unpredictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2568075386443645329?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2568075386443645329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2568075386443645329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2568075386443645329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2568075386443645329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2011/02/final-prof-end.html' title='Final Prof: The End!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-7625304846800458868</id><published>2010-11-27T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:54:13.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My brother just got married and we are having lots of fun together. My family is a gift of GOD! I hope that we stay happy forever! Amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-7625304846800458868?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/7625304846800458868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=7625304846800458868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7625304846800458868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7625304846800458868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/11/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8908733656648766749</id><published>2010-11-14T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:57:05.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My'/><title type='text'>Neck Sprain</title><content type='html'>Sadly, I have developed neck stiffness. I am using Aclofenac 100 mg and Muscuril 4 mg to treat the condition! Hopefully, I will get better in a week! :) Need your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8908733656648766749?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8908733656648766749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8908733656648766749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8908733656648766749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8908733656648766749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/11/neck-sprain.html' title='Neck Sprain'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5256841613277317516</id><published>2010-11-13T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:43:11.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor says'/><title type='text'>Backache- The low intensity irritating pricking type!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have this irritating backache for a month now. I am taking pills and hopefully it will get better with time. Need prayers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does disease make you a sarcastic bitch? Yes! It happens with me. I turn into one of the people who would brutally cause the other person to feel low/insecure about himself/herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5256841613277317516?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5256841613277317516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5256841613277317516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5256841613277317516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5256841613277317516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/11/backache-low-intensity-irritating.html' title='Backache- The low intensity irritating pricking type!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-825033111993782816</id><published>2010-11-13T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:36:59.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>KAPS- A brief story!</title><content type='html'>I am Final Year Student of the King Edward Medical University, Lahore, Pakistan. I joined the Arts and Photography Club named KAPS(King Edward Arts and Photography) when I was in First year of my medical education. And this year I ran the Society as the President of the Club. I always dreamt of running the club and I was granted the responsibility to  promote the club. As a President, we introduced few changes in the club. We created four sections of the club namely Arts, Photography, Music and Varsity Stitches. This year was particularly difficult because of the extensive hurdles created by the Varsity Administration. I had to particularly target the key members of the administration and tried to flatter them in every possible means (I am not proud of that and I am not happy about that either..but I DID my JOB pretty well). So, this year due to the hard work of whole club and my final year team, I was able to conduct events like Arts workshop, Inter-class Short film competition and the All Pakistan Arts and Photographic Exhibition. The only problem I faced was shortage of funds. The administration offered me only 7000 Rs for these events(1 Us dollar= 85 Rs..you can do the maths..m not particularly good at it..if I were, I would have been studying in a Engineering school.. :P ). So, I mobilized my photographic section and Varsity stitches(Varsity Clothing line) to generate money for the whole society. The Photographic section covered the sports week of the medical school and I sold the printed pictures at a REASONABLE price. We profited from the coverage of the event. It was enough to conduct the Film Competition. And to tell you the truth, my team made it a Huge success.&lt;br /&gt;  Then something about the All Pakistan Exhibition Event. Well, Truthfully speaking I had lots of problem within the society before this event. Because I was retiring in January, my juniors members wanted me to choose my successor. They started playing dirty politics within the society. Seriously, after 4 months they apologized for everything they did and I forgave them all. But you know I can never forget their mistreatment and the foul language they used for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty politics..I just hate it too much now..and I decided not to attend the any functions arranged by immediate juniors next year. Above all, the staff president of the club is also supporting the wrong guy. Because of these reasons, I had to postpone the event for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;    After Summer vacations, I send one of the senior members of the society to get permission for the Exhibition from Vice Chancellor. I was pretty HOPEFUL that he wont allow us to do the exhibition as I was extremely upset over all the politics going on in the society. To be very frank, I hated the club during the pre-exhibition period. But I signed the application to hold the exhibition as a favor to my close friend and the co- president of the club Faiza. And fortunately, VC granted the permission to hold the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;    Now, we had only a week to inform all the colleges of Pakistan via email, phone and courier services about the exhibition and we had to MAKE our Juniors work. It was a totally FUCKED up situation if you ask me. The senior members of the team were not ready to work with the junior members. The ex-presidents were seriously made at the juniors. Faiza and I discussed everything. I decided to involve the juniors. I talked to the senior members and they all listened to what I had to say and they were ready to work for me only(That is so nice of them). It was a real honor for me to work with them. I will always remain grateful to them for their help and advices. And as far as the work was concerned, Everyone was eventually working with each other at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the invitation to the colleges, my close friend Beenish took the responsibility and She did a wonderful job. I will always remain grateful to her! She has done a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the funds, I asked my family for help. My father donated 20,000 Rs  and My Brother Donated 4000 Rs for the exhibition. Without them, Arts at KE couldnt have survived! :) Despite of the fact that they never liked the idea of me running the club(because I stopped concentrating on studies), they supported me during the society problems. My Father gave me so many good suggestions on administrating the society. His suggestions were actually worked! :) Thats one of the reason I like my family a lot. No matter what or who you are, they support you!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously fucked up with the work routine. And I needed paintings to put up in the Exhibition. I needed participation and I just had a week. I contacted the Artist of the Mayo Hospital. And I was amazed to see his office. It was such a small office. Believe me, Arts and Artist can be found at the darkest place especially in this part of the planet. I talked to him and told him about the whole situation. He told me that he will help me with the entries for the exhibition. Through his efforts, I was able to collect 230 paintings! 230 Paintings! Can you believe that! Eventually, It happened. The big day arrived. We DID It in Style! We even had a baking competition and Mehndi Competition alongside the Painting Exhibition. At the end, our music club presented songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell you but I can't write everything on my blog. To tell you the truth, I wanted to resign from the club before the exhibition. My friends were eventually able to convince me not to resign. I was not happy at all. I made few mistakes too. But you know, It happens. GOOD and BAD Things happen. And its really difficult to administer 200 members. I gave KAPS a lot. I have given this club a lot. You know what makes me very happy today. Through KAPS, I was able to achieve not only my own dreams but also the dreams of my friends and of Strangers!&lt;br /&gt;Promoting Art and Artist was my duty. And I DID it! Me and My team made History. It might look a little arrogant.Now,we are legends in our medical school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. we launched a website too. The link is &lt;a href="http://www.kaps.tk"&gt;www.kaps.tk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-825033111993782816?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/825033111993782816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=825033111993782816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/825033111993782816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/825033111993782816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/11/kaps-brief-story.html' title='KAPS- A brief story!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6333616412627703300</id><published>2010-10-09T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T03:17:16.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Uncomfortableness</title><content type='html'>The zone of comfort. It takes some time to create that zone where u don't expect a change. Every day of your life, u live and do the same things over and over again.if we analyze ourselves, we shall find out that All of us have that zone. For some of us, their lives are not defined in terms of happiness and sadness. They have a broader purpose, To live outside that Comfort zone. The Sphere of Uncomfortableness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6333616412627703300?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6333616412627703300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6333616412627703300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6333616412627703300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6333616412627703300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/10/uncomfortableness.html' title='Uncomfortableness'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3559285537078175264</id><published>2010-09-10T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:21:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chand Raat! (The moon before Eid)</title><content type='html'>Theres a saying that your wishes come true when you see the moon and pray. I know most of you would have done that. I totally Agree that one shouldn't miss any opportunity. I hope and pray that the wishes of my friends and family would come true. I just pray for the success and prosperity of my family and friends. And I pray that God will shower his blessings on them. Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3559285537078175264?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3559285537078175264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3559285537078175264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3559285537078175264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3559285537078175264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/09/chand-raat-moon-before-eid.html' title='Chand Raat! (The moon before Eid)'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8021600691592675537</id><published>2010-09-08T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:19:47.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politicis/Religion'/><title type='text'>Pakistan</title><content type='html'>My country is on the path of destruction. Terrorism, Floods and Corrupt Leaders have made my nation weak! People want change so badly. They want to see the country to progress. But how is it possible if they are not going to change themselves? I know that everyone in Pakistan is taking bribe. Everyone is involved in Corruption in one way or the other. Everyone is breaking some laws. This society has false beliefs and pathetic traditions. How can I be Hopeful in this situation? What can I do to change this situation? Should I run away from this country like most of the mistreated educated class of the country? Should I stay here and Indulge myself in Pain and suffering? One man or one group of individuals cant change everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8021600691592675537?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8021600691592675537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8021600691592675537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8021600691592675537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8021600691592675537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/09/pakistan.html' title='Pakistan'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3375675952905357245</id><published>2010-08-31T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:33:09.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X- I might be villain in your story but I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3375675952905357245?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3375675952905357245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3375675952905357245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3375675952905357245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3375675952905357245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/08/x-i-might-be-villain-in-your-story-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1470527147929030851</id><published>2010-08-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:28:36.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over!</title><content type='html'>X-I love her. And I care a lot for her. But unfortunately, she cant fall in love. Because Like me, She is hopeless. Like any other girl, she is bound by traditions. Its just sad that I cant formulate my love in Words. I can only express my love and care through my actions. God Knows that I have acted. I have done things which i hadnt done before for anyone before. I dont have a Job. I may not be the coolest guy on this planet. But I do have a good heart. I do have a mighty huge heart to offer her. I do have feelings for her. Perhaps, Deep down inside i know that she is in love with Someone else. I want to believe in the power of love.I need a miracle. I need a sign. I cant carry this love any further. It has to end!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1470527147929030851?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1470527147929030851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1470527147929030851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1470527147929030851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1470527147929030851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-over.html' title='Getting Over!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8890636796374865753</id><published>2010-06-17T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:30:18.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed X friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;X---All my life I have controlled my emotions. I have never fallen in love with anyone or I am Not sure what love is. But I started feeling something for this girl. I have this feeling for her for the past 4 years. I tried my best to avoid love and crush all my life because I am not ready for it.. But I want to take our friendship to the next level but I am too afraid to try anything. Yes! I am afraid of rejection. And I have invested my emotions and feeling in her. But above all, She is in Love with someone else. And it hurts too much! Seriously! It hurts too much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8890636796374865753?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8890636796374865753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8890636796374865753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8890636796374865753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8890636796374865753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/06/depressed-x-friend.html' title='Depressed X friend!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4664514221261585998</id><published>2010-04-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:54:31.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'>Acceptance!</title><content type='html'>Denial was Easy. Acceptance is Difficult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4664514221261585998?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4664514221261585998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4664514221261585998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4664514221261585998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4664514221261585998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/04/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1655569831472373330</id><published>2010-04-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:32:09.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-Men</title><content type='html'>X- Kids are Like Pets. &lt;div&gt;Y- For Example?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X- Hmm.. You can Play Fetch with them. Throw a Ball and ask them to Fetch. And They will fetch the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y- Nice Observation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X- Thank You! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y- Shame on You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1655569831472373330?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1655569831472373330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1655569831472373330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1655569831472373330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1655569831472373330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/04/x-men_18.html' title='X-Men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3967342479965044030</id><published>2010-04-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:13:12.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor says'/><title type='text'>Psychiatry Ward!</title><content type='html'>I have a rotation of Psychiatry for 15 days. And I must tell you that Its boring and I have no intention of becoming a Psychiatrist. To Listen to the problems, Mistakes and Blunders of Patients is a tough Job Especially on Daily Basis. The Psychiatrists have to be mentally strong and Thats tough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go to Ward daily and Sit in the conference room and listen to the lectures delivered by our Teachers. And I tell you that it gets boring and I get sleepy and I wish to Go Home as soon as possible. The whole atmosphere in Psychiatry is very Depressing, In short Words. I want this to get over soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3967342479965044030?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3967342479965044030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3967342479965044030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3967342479965044030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3967342479965044030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/04/psychiatry-ward.html' title='Psychiatry Ward!'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-96578191087432354</id><published>2010-04-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:50:19.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-Men</title><content type='html'>I am Going to start  Series of Posts Called "X-Men". These Posts will be a reflection of the Conversation I had with These individuals. I wont Name Anyone so That's the reason I will be using the Letters"X and Y" instead of their Names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-96578191087432354?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/96578191087432354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=96578191087432354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/96578191087432354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/96578191087432354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/04/x-men.html' title='X-Men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5581614997345947085</id><published>2010-03-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:36:58.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-Men</title><content type='html'>X- yaar ye love or affair kay mamlay maay banda ya tow bohat religious ho jayey ya tow intehai kameena ban jaye.. ye jo ham jesay log heyn..jo middle may heyn..yee maraay jatay heyn CONFUSION may...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5581614997345947085?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5581614997345947085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5581614997345947085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5581614997345947085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5581614997345947085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/03/x-men.html' title='X-Men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5103790235773388472</id><published>2010-03-27T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:31:08.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><title type='text'>X-Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;X- Hide your weaknesses from the world. And go out there with all your strengths. Try to know the weaknesses of others and use the knowledge when the time is right. This is required for survival at KE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5103790235773388472?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5103790235773388472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5103790235773388472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5103790235773388472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5103790235773388472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/03/x-hide-your-weaknesses-from-world.html' title='X-Men'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3901500804891024350</id><published>2010-03-23T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:39:38.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Nome Returns !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I think its time for me to start blogging again. I am not sure whether I am ready for it or not. But No matter what I think I am going to Indulge myself in Writing Again. From many of my Previous Posts, You can judge one thing for sure and that is I am growing better with Time. I took a break for a reason. I grew tired of People and Writing.And people around me stopped making sense to me. Perhaps, I stopped making sense to a lot of people and it was necessary to sort out few things for me. The hardest thing in life is to please others. I won't be doing that. I am not writing this blog for anyone , but if someone will like my work, then it will mean a lot to me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3901500804891024350?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3901500804891024350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3901500804891024350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3901500804891024350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3901500804891024350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2010/03/nome-returns_23.html' title='Nome Returns !'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3359135774649590832</id><published>2009-10-04T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:13:57.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK</title><content type='html'>I am taking a break from bloggin !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3359135774649590832?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3359135774649590832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3359135774649590832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3359135774649590832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3359135774649590832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/10/break.html' title='BREAK'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2167930240612598420</id><published>2009-06-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:38:59.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mubarik</title><content type='html'>I am late to say this on my Blog. But we are World Champions of T20 Cricket World Cup !&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the fact that Pakistan is suffering from Terrorism and Poverty, it is perfectly able to win any battle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2167930240612598420?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2167930240612598420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2167930240612598420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2167930240612598420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2167930240612598420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/mubarik.html' title='Mubarik'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3387613931605209772</id><published>2009-06-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:38:33.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Road Ragers</title><content type='html'>I was just surfing the net and i came across a test that determines whether i am a road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rager&lt;/span&gt; on not. The usually based on 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;criteria&lt;/span&gt;: safety, Aggressiveness, Courtesy and Rage. Here are my Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safety:&lt;/strong&gt;My Safety Score: 77.5 %&lt;br /&gt;The average score among all people who have recently taken this test is 69.19%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aggressiveness:&lt;/strong&gt;My Degree of Aggressiveness: 75 %&lt;br /&gt;The average score among all people who have recently taken this test is 57.02%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy:&lt;/strong&gt;My Courtesy Score: 77.5 %&lt;br /&gt;The average score among all people who have recently taken this test is 73.75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rage:&lt;/strong&gt;My Degree of Rage: 50 %&lt;br /&gt;The average score among all people who have recently taken this test is 55.55%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to take this test, just log onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roadragers.com/"&gt;http://www.roadragers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3387613931605209772?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3387613931605209772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3387613931605209772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3387613931605209772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3387613931605209772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-just-surfing-net-and-i-came.html' title='Road Ragers'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8097780902381753340</id><published>2009-06-16T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:54:34.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/Sjd5tHKVwcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tZMNRm9UKNw/s1600-h/white+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/Sjd5tHKVwcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tZMNRm9UKNw/s400/white+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347876898449244610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8097780902381753340?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8097780902381753340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8097780902381753340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8097780902381753340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8097780902381753340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/Sjd5tHKVwcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tZMNRm9UKNw/s72-c/white+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8457159526057131343</id><published>2009-06-12T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:45:20.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politicis/Religion'/><title type='text'>Maulana Sarfaraz Naeemi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346398100417430498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SjI4vvM0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TlRZY7IdIRE/s400/ulama-con-090416_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Bomb blast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jummah&lt;/span&gt; Prayer in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jamia&lt;/span&gt;-e-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naeemi&lt;/span&gt; causing the Death of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eminent&lt;/span&gt; Religious Cleric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maulana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sarfaraz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Naemi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alongwith&lt;/span&gt; 4 of his Friends and Injuring more than 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maulana&lt;/span&gt; is a nationally know scholar who criticized the Taliban for terrorist actions in Pakistan. He was a Supporter of the Swat Operation by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Army and He was the first scholar who delivered a Fatwa(An Islamic Ruling) Against the Suicide Bomb Blasts. Recently, he headed several Meetings of the Religious Leaders in support of the Military Operation in Swat. According to the press, he received many threats from Taliban for doing All this but he Kept on Supporting Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of showing their courage in battle-fields of Swat, Taliban are targeting innocent people of Pakistan. You have lost ideologically as well. That is your biggest Defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8457159526057131343?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8457159526057131343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8457159526057131343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8457159526057131343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8457159526057131343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/maulana-sarfaraz-naeemi.html' title='Maulana Sarfaraz Naeemi'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SjI4vvM0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TlRZY7IdIRE/s72-c/ulama-con-090416_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5079326886880217165</id><published>2009-06-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:42:34.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Abdul Razaq is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SjHzWYJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/khynaYAkKrk/s1600-h/Razzaaq.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346321798428777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SjHzWYJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/khynaYAkKrk/s400/Razzaaq.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good News For the Pakistan Cricket Fans. The All Rounder Abdul Razaaq is now going to England to Participate in the T20 World Cup after getting clearance from ICC.Razaaq Holds a good Record In the T20 Form of Cricket. This potential match winner has the ability to hit sixes that can change the outcome of any match. I hope he does well in the T20 world cup because he left Pakistan Cricket and Joined the Disputed Indian Cricket League and is out of form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both teams of Pakistan(men and women) are going to Play their Matches against Srilanka. I hope they win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srilankan Men Cricket Team is playing pretty well. They are in Top form. Jayasuria is playing superbly. He hammered the West Indies in the last match they played. I hope Sohail Tanvir and Umer Gul try their best to get him out as early as possible. Srilankans are good players of Spin. So Afridi and Ajmal has to bowl at their best and Restrict them to a low total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pakistan Zinda Baad ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5079326886880217165?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5079326886880217165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5079326886880217165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5079326886880217165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5079326886880217165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/abdul-razaq-is-back.html' title='Abdul Razaq is Back'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SjHzWYJGWzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/khynaYAkKrk/s72-c/Razzaaq.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-738584610312552669</id><published>2009-06-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:48:14.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>A Little About Facebook</title><content type='html'>Facebook was originally named TheFaceBook and it was created by Harvard student Mark Zuckerberg. The first use was limited only to the Harvard Students. Soon the FaceBook spread around the other major U.S. Universities and then to the whole world. Mark Zuckerberg dropped the Harvard and pursued his facebook dream to become one of the 4th most-trafficked websites in the world with more than 90 million active users. The FaceBook website is built on PHP-MySQL technology and it is probably the most popular PHP website ever built. Interesting fact is that the facebook.com domain was purchased for $200,000 and FaceBook has more than 24 million photos uploaded daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-738584610312552669?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/738584610312552669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=738584610312552669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/738584610312552669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/738584610312552669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-about-facebook.html' title='A Little About Facebook'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8229495611483109017</id><published>2009-06-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:28:59.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyschology'/><title type='text'>Medical Student Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Medical Student Syndrome is common these days Not only in Medical Students but also in General Public. The reason being the Immerse knowledge about the Diseases Flowing on the Internet and Media. Symptoms of common diseases are taken to be of Rare Diseases. In order to learn more about this Psychological Condition Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_student_syndrome"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_student_syndrome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8229495611483109017?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8229495611483109017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8229495611483109017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8229495611483109017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8229495611483109017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/medical-student-syndrome.html' title='Medical Student Syndrome'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-106772759315662702</id><published>2009-05-30T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:46:16.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Liar Liar</title><content type='html'>I'm back after a long long break. But with an interesting post. Are you sick of liars? I am. Remember your body and eyes can tell a lot of thing. Body Language and Eye movements can be pretttyyyyyy useful to catch a liar ! Just check out the following links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies.php"&gt;http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies_eyes.php"&gt;http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies_eyes.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-106772759315662702?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/106772759315662702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=106772759315662702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/106772759315662702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/106772759315662702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-after-long-long-break.html' title='Liar Liar'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3979895968122241818</id><published>2009-05-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:48:36.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-&lt;/span&gt;if somebody would ask me what i want the most in my Life, i would say to him that All i want is the love of  that special person and keep breathing !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3979895968122241818?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3979895968122241818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3979895968122241818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3979895968122241818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3979895968122241818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-if-somebody-would-ask-me-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-7065836552227651540</id><published>2009-04-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:57:40.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Or Flexibility ?</title><content type='html'>Fear for a thing generates Hatred for that thing. And majority of the Pakistani's are afraid of Taliban and their Extremist Verson of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God give Taliban some sense to Preach a Less extreme version of Islam without violence. That is the only way they can achieve some success. The way they are now moving will create fear and hatred. Their way will create their control for only a short period of time and then the control will self-destruct. With Guns, they can control anybody physically but not Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Sufi's first came to the sub-continent, they learnt the Culture of the Sub-continent. They just studied the fine details of the different traditions of the Sub-continent.  They found out that Music was a good way to connect with the people. They used their common sense and utilized the Weapon of Melody and Installed the Basic Fundamentals of Islam in the Hearts and Minds of the People althought Music is considered to be HARAM by many Islam Scholars. They preached against the Bad traditions and Gave an oppertunity to the Hindus and Sikhs to Understand the Flexible Religion. Its Ok to let the individual decide what he wants. Let him Decide his Own fate. Dont use guns and weapons to force him.Growing a Beard doesnt make anyone a GOOD Muslim. Many of the enemies of Prophet(PBUH) had beard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-7065836552227651540?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/7065836552227651540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=7065836552227651540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7065836552227651540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7065836552227651540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-or-flexibility.html' title='Fear Or Flexibility ?'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-7758089589378642126</id><published>2009-03-06T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:20:24.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Static and Kinetic- After the Result- TheStory-The Dry Cough</title><content type='html'>Nomi:  yaar bs nikal..eye ka lecture nai parhna..&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel:  Yar bahir ja kar kya karna hay&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: yar chal rehnay day eye parh hi letay heyn..per wo dekh ab tow saray bachay bachiyan b nikal&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel:Yar kehta hay tow bahir chalay jatay heyn..per karein gay kya bahir ja kar ???&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: yar chore day kay nai ?&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: yar mujhay tow koi problem nai ..jana hay tow chaltay heyn&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: chal yaar nikaltay heyn....kya karna hay yahan beth kar ..proxy b lag jayey gi..chal nikalein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after leaving the lecture room, we went to the examination branch. The clerk said that the result would be displaced soon. We texted our friends attending the lectures a single Word and that was RESULT. They became worried. The Lecturer because of the enormous pressure had to dismiss the class. Meanwhile, we rushed towards Patiala. Everyone started pouring in. Some of the guys started taking pictures of our sad faces. I dont know why they were doing that for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: yar ENT ward ho aoan&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: Yar ho a&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: chal rehnay detay&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: yar hona hay tow ho a foran..aksar asa hota hay kay banda soochta rehta haay or phir peechay say result lag jata hay...&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: Nai may nai jana ..baad may chala jaon ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: yaar bhook lagi hay&lt;br /&gt;Nomi: chal Al-Kareem chaltay heyn&lt;br /&gt;Sharjeel: Chal nikal..abi time hay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we started walking towards the Al kareem bakery..but thanks to Our GR, she told me " result lag raha hay" ...i looked back..and the crowd started moving towards the Notice board..i went back...and was glad to know that Me and my friends passed the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people cried with joy and others with pain&lt;br /&gt;Some people laughed and jumped with joy and others just humbly spread a smile on their faces&lt;br /&gt;But there are very few people like me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coughed like hell when i found out that i passed the exam..&lt;br /&gt;and at one time i literally was down on my knees because of that dry cough&lt;br /&gt;and tears came out of my eyes because of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked God. I called my Mom and told her about the result.She was happy and i was Relieved. I wasnt Excited. I wasnt Sad. Just relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-7758089589378642126?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/7758089589378642126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=7758089589378642126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7758089589378642126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7758089589378642126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/03/static-and-kinetic-after-result.html' title='Static and Kinetic- After the Result- TheStory-The Dry Cough'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3917214324461598794</id><published>2009-03-05T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:07:35.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Before the Result</title><content type='html'>My result is coming..and i am nervous about it..i think and talk about it a lot..and when i am not..i am thinking about it or somebody with me reminds me of the result. At college, everyone starts talking about it and at my home, my parents do the honor of reminding it to me....i even dream about the bad outcome. I still say that i wont be able to make it this time. I have many reasons to believe that...Its funny how small things have started to bother me a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My Nani Ama Died last year. She used to pray a lot for me. I am seriously missing those prayers.&lt;br /&gt;2- Written Papers were difficult.&lt;br /&gt;3- Rumors of large no. of students failing the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3-4 days, everyone at college looks agitated and upset.I guess they are having mood swings. Everyone becomes irritated at small issues. People start fighting with each other for no reason. At other times, they just laugh like wild animals.And they Try to Enjoy Boring lectures by commenting on somebody or they just stare at the opposite gender to find some peace. :P&lt;br /&gt;          Actually they try to Enjoy the free time after the Exams with the feeling that they wont be able to pass the exam. Everyone at the core of their hearts knows that its just a temporary freedom. It will soon be over. Some will be preparing for their supplementary exams while others will be preparing for their ward tests and class tests soon after the result.&lt;br /&gt;           We know that We are constantly being tested. We are in Exams throughout the year. And now at times, i feel that we dont care whether we pass the exam or not. But at others, i feel that we want that pleasure of passing the final exam. We want it badly. We need it to survive the next year. We want to finish this difficult process Asap.&lt;br /&gt;        Another interesting thing. Just before the result, we all start saying," Inshallah. bs is saal pass ho jayein. aglay saal zaroor mehnat karein gay. bs Allah Miyan Pass kar do plz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm..So i am waiting for my result. And i pray to God that most of the students pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3917214324461598794?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3917214324461598794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3917214324461598794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3917214324461598794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3917214324461598794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-result.html' title='Before the Result'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-971136030347346338</id><published>2009-03-03T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:07:44.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>3/3 Pakistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw all the dead bodies and i felt the pain of their relatives. The brave soldiers of Pakistan. I salute them.  Its time of war. They want a war ! Lets give them One ! Lets do it ! No more Crying ! No more ! Lets do Something for our Dead ! And Let us bring a political revolution !&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell cares about the world ! let us do something for Pakistan ! Let us bring a Change ! Let us start loving our country ! let us do that with all our hearts ! Let us beat as one ! let us do that with pleasure !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-971136030347346338?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/971136030347346338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=971136030347346338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/971136030347346338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/971136030347346338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/03/33-pakistan.html' title='3/3 Pakistan'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-976953866846000121</id><published>2009-02-22T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:21:39.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Rocky Balboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! "..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-976953866846000121?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/976953866846000121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=976953866846000121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/976953866846000121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/976953866846000121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/02/rocky-balboa.html' title='Rocky Balboa'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6409547875347511083</id><published>2009-02-21T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:05:46.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BSc english paper was fun. I took the test with my friends in a small school named Chaudry Rehmat Ali Memorial School. I wasn't serious about the whole thing. I gave the paper without preparation but i still hope to pass it. some funny things were said ...i am going to writing about one of the incidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the invigilator was an old guy and said to us..." mujhay students ka bohat khiyaal hay(that meant he was allowing us to cheat)..is school ki foundation may nay apnay hathoan say banai hey...may nay ye saray plants apnay hathoan sayy lagayey heyn..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said..." Sir app Chaudry Rehmat Ali heyn kya.." and we all laughed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only people laughing before and after the Paper..because for us , BSc is just another degree with no value for a people becoming doctors.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6409547875347511083?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6409547875347511083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6409547875347511083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6409547875347511083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6409547875347511083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/02/bsc-english-paper-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6866560304019535966</id><published>2009-02-06T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:29:01.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say- John Mayer</title><content type='html'>So much Emotions in this songs. I am listening to song over and over again and you can say i am totally addicted to this song.  You can download the song from Beemp3.com which usually do not require bit torrents. So here are the lyrics. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your wasted honor&lt;br /&gt;Every little past frustration&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your so-called problems,&lt;br /&gt;Better put 'em in quotationsS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking like a one man army&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with the shadows in your head&lt;br /&gt;Living out the same old moment&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'd be better off instead,&lt;br /&gt;If you could only . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving in&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving over&lt;br /&gt;You'd better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;Its better to say too much&lt;br /&gt;Then never say what you need to say again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;br /&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;br /&gt;Do it with a heart wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say [x24]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6866560304019535966?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6866560304019535966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6866560304019535966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6866560304019535966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6866560304019535966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-john-mayer.html' title='Say- John Mayer'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6874782614968397758</id><published>2009-02-01T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:47:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back. My exams are Over and I am waiting for my result. I hope i clear all the three Subjects. Inshallah. So i am Free and enjoying my vacations these days and whenever someone asks me, " How do you spend your Day?" I say, " Light janay kay baad Light anay ka Intizaar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Problems :&lt;/strong&gt; I think many people usually close their eyes when there's a huge problem infront of them. They just Ignore the problem and live in Denial. They Dont want to confront it. The best way to deal with a problem is to solve it. Ignorance is not always a blessing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood swings and Psychotic behaviour&lt;/strong&gt;: Well well..it looks familiar right...boredem and loneliness are the two most important things that contribute to the Mood swings and Psychotic behaviour. We are what we think about life in our Leisure time. Few people want to cling onto Hope and others onto Love. While few others chose Pessimistic opinion about everything and everyone. No matter how good the Life may be, they just try their best to think negatively and the result is Pyschotic, suicidal Behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship:&lt;/strong&gt; Many of us Make small Groups eg Old Friends, New Friends, Boy Friends, Girl Friends, Family Friends, Time Pass Buddies , bad friends and Last but not the least Best Friends(close friends) etc etc..what!!! do you want me to say anything bad about it ? Hell No. Its Ok to place them in an Order. Its Ok to show them their places. But its right to tell a friend how much s/he matters to you but its not right to tell a person who is in class Time Pass friend how much you dislike him/her.&lt;br /&gt;btw there is another kind. A kind that usually Forgets you when they are enjoying the journey of love. And After getting dumped, they ran towards you and expect you to help them.  I'll be discussing about this kind very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Nation:&lt;/strong&gt; My Nation is a Brave Nation and My country has a lot of natural resources. We have to believe in ourselves. We must forget our differences and come to a common ground on the basis of our similarities. Every Individual makes a Nation. Change Yourself and you will change the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long March for Justice and Peace:&lt;/strong&gt; Well everyone except the Ruling Party agrees with Justice Ifthikhar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;: People usually keep high expectations from their loved one. Dont expect much and you Wont get Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes:&lt;/strong&gt; Dr Abdus Salaam and Dr Abdul Qadeer are the two Heroes of our Nation. And i become sad whenever i think about the way we treated them. Dr Abdus Salam Died but Dr Abdul Qadeer is still alive. And its time to give him the respect and freedom which he really deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love &lt;/strong&gt;:It is a subjective feeling. Its varies from person to person. People fall in love because they want to fall in love and because everyone else is doing so. You dont have to fall in Love. It will happen automatically.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6874782614968397758?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6874782614968397758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6874782614968397758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6874782614968397758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6874782614968397758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4138360389346160109</id><published>2008-12-09T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:39:04.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eid Tarka : Day 1</title><content type='html'>Like every Eid, i wake up early in the morning. Take shower and Wear New clothes and then after eating some sewiyan i go to the Mosque to say my Eid prayer. After saying my Prayer, i greet my Eid with my Father and Brother and then with the people in the mosque and Finally Greet eid with Qari Sahab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a specific pattern you have to follow in order to greet Eid. First you have to say Salam verbally without shaking the hand and Eid Mubarik to him and then hug him and place your head above one shoulder and then move it to the other side slowly and gently and then back to the place where you started. Then lose grip of the other Muslim brother and Shake his Hand(but remember not to shake hands with Qari Sahab because he has a lot of money in his hand given to him as Charity for the poor and for the mosque). This is Not a Law to follow. This is the usual pattern that we adopt especially after saying the Eid prayer. But Some people have huge tummies and i usually feel very uncomfortable when their tummies touch me(i dont know why..so any fat person reading this post must inspire deeply and pull his tummy in its Actual place before greeting Eid with me..or plan to lose some Weight before the next Eid Comes or Dont Greet Me at All )..and there are others that Hold you so tightly that you cant Inspire properly(i have only one thing to say to them so back off..)...and thats the reason i avoid greeting people i just described !&lt;br /&gt;Ok after Doing all the stuff, My father usually adopts a different route towards home because our Beloved Prophet (PBUH) had done that.&lt;br /&gt;So after reaching home, i usually hug my mom and receive my EID gift i.e My Eidi..and then from my Father and my Brother(so i get richer during Eid days)..then we all enjoy Breakfast..and then I love to Eat My all time Favourite ALLO CHANAY(cholay) ki CHARTT !&lt;br /&gt;and i keep on eating until lunch is served..and then keep on eating after Lunch Until Dinner is served..but the worst part about eating so much CHARTT is that i get Gasy...but  i love the taste of ALLO CHANAY ki chart ! There is nothing in the world like it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive text messages saying Eid Mubarik from people that dont really care about me and thats the reason i dont reply these messages usually..and if i do, i do with the short possible reply and that is " KHARE MUBARIK"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i Watch a lot of movies tooo ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4138360389346160109?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4138360389346160109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4138360389346160109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4138360389346160109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4138360389346160109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/12/eid-tarka-day-1.html' title='The Eid Tarka : Day 1'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1860800447463074849</id><published>2008-10-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:28:11.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pakistan and The World'/><title type='text'>Pakistan</title><content type='html'>A=American Drones&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; killing&lt;/span&gt; people in the tribal areas of Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B=Taliban &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; Pakistani's by Suicide bombs in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C=Pakistani Forces trying to restore peace by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killing&lt;/span&gt; People in the tribal areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D= Earthquake&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; killing&lt;/span&gt; 150 people in Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;A=B=C=D&lt;br /&gt;because killing is common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Why is there so much killing in Pakistan ? Who is responsible for that ? Pakistani's ? American's ? Taliban's ? Earthquakes?  Is there a solution ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1860800447463074849?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1860800447463074849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1860800447463074849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1860800447463074849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1860800447463074849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/pakistan.html' title='Pakistan'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1666800104226060567</id><published>2008-10-27T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:02:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPILY UNMARRIED: Single By Choice</title><content type='html'>This was an article in the Weekly Dawn Magazine by Shagufta Niaz.. I liked it..and especially this part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With attitudes like these it’s no wonder that, for 99 per cent women, getting married is life’s greatest ambition; something they strive for from the day they are old enough to lisp the word ‘dulhan.’ (Yes I have heard adorable six-year-olds tell me that upon being asked what they want to be when they grow up.) By the time they reach college they are already planning their fairytale wedding, (the toad has yet to be found but that’s just a minor detail) stocking up for their trousseau and thinking up names for their future children. Who needs career counselling when you know exactly what you’re going to be once you graduate: a beautiful bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, being single is not always a guarantee of freedom; often girls actually choose marriage as a way of escape from a conservative family structure. A colleague of mine points out that, “Parents often impose strict rules on their daughters by telling them that they have to be extra careful as long as they are single. ‘Once you get married you can do as you please’ is what their mothers generally tell them and in such cases girls often view marriage as a route to freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see the whole article at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dawn.com/weekly/dmag/dmag2.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1666800104226060567?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1666800104226060567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1666800104226060567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1666800104226060567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1666800104226060567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/happily-unmarried-single-by-choice.html' title='HAPPILY UNMARRIED: Single By Choice'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5506659646469819945</id><published>2008-10-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:44:33.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Thomas- Little Wonders</title><content type='html'>Let it go, &lt;br /&gt;let it roll right off your shoulder &lt;br /&gt;don't you know &lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is over &lt;br /&gt;let it in, &lt;br /&gt;let your clarity define you &lt;br /&gt;in the end &lt;br /&gt;we will only just remember how it feels &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made &lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders, &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away, &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours, &lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it slide, &lt;br /&gt;let your troubles fall behind you &lt;br /&gt;let it shine &lt;br /&gt;until you feel it all around you &lt;br /&gt;and i don't mind &lt;br /&gt;if it's me you need to turn to &lt;br /&gt;well get by, &lt;br /&gt;it's the heart that really matters in the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made &lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders, &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away, &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours, &lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my regret &lt;br /&gt;will wash away some how &lt;br /&gt;but i can not forget &lt;br /&gt;the way i feel right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away but these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these small hours, still remain, &lt;br /&gt;still remain &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders still remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5506659646469819945?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5506659646469819945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5506659646469819945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5506659646469819945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5506659646469819945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/rob-thomas-little-wonders.html' title='Rob Thomas- Little Wonders'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4592189152558487151</id><published>2008-10-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:42:59.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>I have this bad habit of hiding my emotions from others. I don't know why but i do find difficulty in expressing my emotions to others.I find difficulty in connecting with people. Perhaps i am afraid that if i express something, somebody will disappoint me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4592189152558487151?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4592189152558487151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4592189152558487151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4592189152558487151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4592189152558487151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1306248613116921807</id><published>2008-10-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:38:57.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life is messy!  Life sucks!  Life is Difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes life is messy..its difficult..it sucks most of the time..I can understand that..we all go through something that is hard for others to understand. We all have bad patches in our lives. There is no escaping these things. You are bound to have bad times.&lt;br /&gt; We resist being beaten by the karma..we resist being crushed ...we act like we are the strongest creatures on this planet..we believe that nobody can bring us down. But No matter what you do and No matter what you say..the karma strikes back...and its tough to bear the blow then.  i know Man makes his own destiny. But sometimes you do feel Helpless and you can do nothing except to blame destiny.And in the process of blaming the destiny, You feel that that you should have chosen the right path at some particular moment that brought havoc in your life. But People are bound to make mistakes. And i wonder how the world would be if we hadn't made mistakes !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1306248613116921807?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1306248613116921807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1306248613116921807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1306248613116921807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1306248613116921807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5329681434062274346</id><published>2008-10-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:46:20.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>I have always been a kind of a person who always wants something new in his life. A person who wants something new everyday. First its hard to find something new and eventually when i find something. I become addicted to it and do it over and over again and then i eventually lose interest in it too. Then again i am searching for something new .I guess My thirst for having fun is unquenchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5329681434062274346?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5329681434062274346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5329681434062274346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5329681434062274346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5329681434062274346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-661799660130082172</id><published>2008-10-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:18:41.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection and Acceptance</title><content type='html'>In some mysterious way, when you are in a state of rejection, you become surrounded by every blessing you want but you are unaware of the blessings around you..or you dont wish to accept these at that moment..&lt;br /&gt;And when you wish for something, the more you want it, the more it moves away from you....The more you run after it, the more it goes away.. It tempts you..you dream about it the whole time but you are unable to spread your hands and take it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-661799660130082172?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/661799660130082172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=661799660130082172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/661799660130082172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/661799660130082172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/rejection-and-acceptance.html' title='Rejection and Acceptance'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-716368393678601123</id><published>2008-09-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:49:59.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Difference...</title><content type='html'>Men and women process humor differently. A reasearch was carried out in the Stanford University. Women are more analytical in processing the humor as compared to Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnie Cann, a psychology professor at the University of North Carolina, Charlotte, commented: "Given the findings in the current study, that women appear to use more executive functions, it could be that they are more engaged in scrutinizing the humor to decide if it fits their views on what is acceptable humor. Once they decide the humor is OK, they could be experiencing a relief-like response.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details...you can visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/ap_051107_humor.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/health/ap_051107_humor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-716368393678601123?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/716368393678601123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=716368393678601123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/716368393678601123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/716368393678601123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sex-difference.html' title='Sex Difference...'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-7402024634785842068</id><published>2008-09-30T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:24:43.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reunion: the Fantastic Four</title><content type='html'>Yes we have grown up into adults ! Now we are Adults. We are no more School kids. But we all wish to remain kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunday evening. We all got together for the aftari at the Defence Club. Haider, Abdul Raheem and Husnain including me had fun. My Friends since junior school days. We had so much to talk about. Our first Reunion after so many years. We were happy to see each other..and how we have grown but at the same time retained our childhood characters. We recalled memories of our childhood and school life and discussed our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening will remain afresh in my memory for years to come. The whole month of ramadan was depressing for me for no solid reasons. I so wanted a change. The reunion gave me the change i wanted. It gave me a chance to think about my life and to move in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-7402024634785842068?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/7402024634785842068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=7402024634785842068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7402024634785842068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/7402024634785842068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/09/reunion-fantastic-four.html' title='The Reunion: the Fantastic Four'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4142240219897381630</id><published>2008-09-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:09:08.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Atomic Life</title><content type='html'>I have a habbit of keeping people at a safe distance from knowing me no matter how close they are to me. Like the electrons of the atom, i keep them in different orbits. The closer, the nearer to the nucleus. As the persons from different orbits jump close to the nucleus a new aspect of the whole atom is created and as they move away from nucleus a new aspect is again created. Its impossible for the electrons to fall into the nucleus. Its devastating for the Atomic life. Moreover its impossible for the nucleus to survive alone.&lt;br /&gt;Different person know me differently. The reason is that i treat them differently. I have a habbit of pushing away anyone that tries to gain entry into the small box in my heart that i keep hidden in the core of my heart ! Its an Atomic life. Moreover i  think that atomic life doesnt solely belongs to me. Everyone leads his/her life like this. There are few things that you hide from the rest of the world. You feel safe by keeping these secret. Once these secrets are leaked, then you lose the whole balance of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4142240219897381630?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4142240219897381630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4142240219897381630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4142240219897381630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4142240219897381630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-atomic-life.html' title='My Atomic Life'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2304157897761325301</id><published>2008-07-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:25:20.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'>Lost:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wind rings in my ear&lt;br /&gt;The name of that magical word&lt;br /&gt;Which I never understood,&lt;br /&gt;Until I lost it&lt;br /&gt;And the echo of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Still shatters me into million pieces&lt;br /&gt;Like Shards of a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;That can never be the whole again!&lt;br /&gt;The breeze of your whisper...&lt;br /&gt;Disperses the scraps of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like the petals of rose on a windy day.&lt;br /&gt;The harmonics of your falling tears&lt;br /&gt;Floats in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;And creates a Symphony of Pain and rain…&lt;br /&gt;In my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Creates a sweet dream of you…&lt;br /&gt;A dream…&lt;br /&gt;Of love and affection...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Nouman Akbar.&lt;/span&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/4156694498051502691-2304157897761325301?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2304157897761325301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2304157897761325301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2304157897761325301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2304157897761325301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html' title='Lost:'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2091952002666342133</id><published>2008-07-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:41:51.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Views'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SHUSFDVAAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/-C8CmzjsWxw/s1600-h/strings+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SHUSFDVAAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/-C8CmzjsWxw/s400/strings+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221099221007990914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new album "Koi annay wala hay" by Strings. All the songs have a very well written lyrics. Each song is delivering its vision to the audience but most of the ideas in the songs are redundant and are based on love .  The  main track Koi annay wala hay and its Video do make a good impact. Although some of the lot thinks that the idea of the video is very similar to the idea of the Movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City of Angels &lt;/span&gt;but of course with a Bollywood touch. But the thing lacking is the versatility. Each and every song have a particular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strings touch&lt;/span&gt; to it. In the end, i will rate the album 3 stars out of 5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2091952002666342133?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2091952002666342133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2091952002666342133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2091952002666342133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2091952002666342133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-album-koi-annay-wala-hay-by-strings.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/SHUSFDVAAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/-C8CmzjsWxw/s72-c/strings+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5096750271682835182</id><published>2008-07-09T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:11:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5096750271682835182?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5096750271682835182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5096750271682835182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5096750271682835182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5096750271682835182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8324843992044723003</id><published>2008-07-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:16:16.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor says'/><title type='text'>Watermelons</title><content type='html'>LUBBOCK, Texas - A slice of cool, fresh watermelon is a juicy way to top off a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1215121758_0"&gt;Fourth of July&lt;/span&gt; cookout and one that researchers say has effects similar to Viagra — but don't necessarily expect it to keep the fireworks going all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watermelons contain an ingredient called citrulline that can trigger production of a compound that helps relax the body's &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1215121758_1"&gt;blood vessels&lt;/span&gt;, similar to what happens when a man takes Viagra, said scientists in Texas, one of the nation's top producers of the seedless variety.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Found in the flesh and rind of watermelons, citrulline reacts with the body's enzymes when consumed in large quantities and is changed into arginine, an amino acid that benefits the heart and the circulatory and immune systems....&lt;/p&gt;to view the full article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080703/ap_on_he_me/&lt;br /&gt;watermelon_viagra_effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4156694498051502691-8324843992044723003?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8324843992044723003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8324843992044723003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8324843992044723003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8324843992044723003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/07/watermelons.html' title='Watermelons'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-152778334479063292</id><published>2008-07-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:11:05.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-152778334479063292?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/152778334479063292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=152778334479063292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/152778334479063292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/152778334479063292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_4099.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8254441915669944147</id><published>2008-06-26T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:21:21.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Death of My Grandmother...</title><content type='html'>Initially i felt that she has left us with a love. A love which can not grow any more. But now i feel that she has left us with a love. A love which is Enough for all of us. A love which will  keep her in our memories for the rest of our lives. A love which is to be loved back for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8254441915669944147?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8254441915669944147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8254441915669944147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8254441915669944147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8254441915669944147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-of-my-grandmother.html' title='Death of My Grandmother...'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-4402805325612121406</id><published>2008-06-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:05:45.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is not corrupt. It is the corrupt who corrupt it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-4402805325612121406?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/4402805325612121406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=4402805325612121406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4402805325612121406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/4402805325612121406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-not-corrupt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2637403974435464789</id><published>2008-06-15T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:11:05.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2637403974435464789?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2637403974435464789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2637403974435464789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2637403974435464789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2637403974435464789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6234940054672900681</id><published>2008-06-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:58:27.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i and my friend sharjeel were in the medical ward...we had been doing some hectic work..and then we had to walk back to the administrative block for another matter..and i  said this to  him smilingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: yar(friend) it happens at times that Nature turns against you. Everything starts to go against you...problems seem to arise from no-where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(started raining heavily...and we had nothing to cover our head...so were totally drenched in the rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharjeel: &lt;/span&gt;You are right about this thing Nouman but you know what matters the most at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharjeel: &lt;/span&gt;You have to Smile back at your problems..No matter how much the Nature turns against you..and you know what...we just did that......Together !!! (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6234940054672900681?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6234940054672900681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6234940054672900681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6234940054672900681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6234940054672900681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-and-my-friend-sharjeel-were-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-1641483463303583072</id><published>2008-05-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:21:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maggie Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I don't understand a God who would let us meet, if we could never be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;: You're a good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;: &lt;/u&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I have a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, well that's pretty flimsy evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Close your eyes. Just for a second... what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;:&lt;/u&gt; You're... touching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;:&lt;/u&gt; How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;:&lt;/u&gt; Because, I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You should trust that. You don't trust it enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;------------------------&lt;/p&gt;these are the few dialogs i liked from the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CITY OF ANGELS&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-1641483463303583072?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/1641483463303583072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=1641483463303583072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1641483463303583072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/1641483463303583072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/05/seth-i-would-rather-have-had-one-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5570619596851622125</id><published>2008-05-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:05:19.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Last movie you saw in a theatre?&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Doctors by Eric Saegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i love ludo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;br /&gt;Not any particular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite smells?&lt;br /&gt;The fragnance of Freshly prepared Bryani. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite sounds?&lt;br /&gt;Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;When somebody betrays me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;i think about checking my SMS inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite fast food place?&lt;br /&gt;KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Future child’s name?&lt;br /&gt;if a girl, then Sabeena.&lt;br /&gt;if a boy, then Awais. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….?&lt;br /&gt;Make a Empire of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Storms - cool or scary?&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Finish this statement, “If I had the time I would….”?&lt;br /&gt;i would go to sleep..ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;broccoli..yuck...i am a meat lover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;Brown..dark brown !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in?&lt;br /&gt;Lahore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Football and cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;The guy has changed my life..He has poisoned me with his thoughts ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;Morning Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Over easy, or sunny side up?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite place to relax?&lt;br /&gt;i switch of the lights of my room and Lay on my bed and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite pie?&lt;br /&gt;I dont like pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass on the tag to Abdullah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5570619596851622125?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5570619596851622125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5570619596851622125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5570619596851622125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5570619596851622125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-8764608000275151995</id><published>2008-05-08T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T05:59:40.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><title type='text'>ENERGY</title><content type='html'>Last night, i was thinking about the energy crisis of Pakistan and how people have started buying UPS(Universal Power Supply)to deal with the Load Shedding and i can to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS brings an extra load on the system and Needs electricity to get itself charged.This not only puts an Extra load on the system but also Requires 10,000 Rs for its installation. if we can in some way use half of the UPS energy during the period of load shedding, we can at least put a little less load on an already loaded system. The lesser the load is, the lesser is the load shedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take an example. if 10,000 people have installed a UPS and they all have spent 10,000 Rs on it. The total Amount comes out to be 100,000,00 Rs.  So, the amount is huge. If we can use it on a better source of energy, we can make our life's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any bright Ideas? if yes, then share these with Us !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-8764608000275151995?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/8764608000275151995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=8764608000275151995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8764608000275151995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/8764608000275151995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/05/energy.html' title='ENERGY'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5503331818419328837</id><published>2008-04-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:26:01.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loveless Soul ! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;I relinquish your hollow love…&lt;br /&gt;That lacks&lt;br /&gt;The Will to die&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to deny the self&lt;br /&gt;I inflict you with a wound,&lt;br /&gt;That requires&lt;br /&gt;The cure of Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;And the tear of phoenix&lt;br /&gt;To heal&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a fear&lt;br /&gt;A fear..&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the fear of losing your soul&lt;br /&gt;THE fear of having a loveless soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by&lt;/span&gt; Nouman Akbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5503331818419328837?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/5503331818419328837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=5503331818419328837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5503331818419328837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/5503331818419328837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/04/loveless-soul-i-relinquish-your-hollow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3783327665236534706</id><published>2008-04-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:19:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded Healers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We have turned doctors into gods and worship their deity by offering up our bodies and our souls-not to mention our worldly goods.&lt;br /&gt;And yet paradoxically, they are the most vulnerable of human beings. Their suicide rate is eight times the national average. Their Percentage of Drug addiction is one hundred times higher&lt;br /&gt;And because they are painfully aware that they cannot live up to our expectations, their anguish is unquantifiable intense. They have aptly been called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wounded Healers.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                         BARNEY LIVINGSTON, MD&lt;br /&gt;     DOCTORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came across this beautiful piece of writing by Erich Segal in his novel 'Doctors'. And i completely agree upon the fact that doctors are subjected to far greater no. of problems than a normal human. The problems start from the first day of his student life and ends with his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;Now-a-days, the cases of anxiety,depression and gastric ulcers(also develops due to anxiety) are particularly high in Medical students. They are subjected to rigorous testing before they can CALL themselves As Doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3783327665236534706?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3783327665236534706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3783327665236534706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3783327665236534706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3783327665236534706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/04/wounded-healers.html' title='Wounded Healers'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3942179343068704018</id><published>2008-04-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:46:57.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'>BLOODLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BLOODLESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one eve&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the beach..&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the sky and the ocean&lt;br /&gt;With a flare of red in my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the sun&lt;br /&gt;With its veil of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Dipping into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;It’s my blood&lt;br /&gt;Leaking through the open wounds of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The warm blood …&lt;br /&gt;That spills into the sea&lt;br /&gt;And colors the sky red&lt;br /&gt;Until I am pale….and bloodless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Nouman Akbar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3942179343068704018?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3942179343068704018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3942179343068704018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3942179343068704018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3942179343068704018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloodless.html' title='BLOODLESS'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3225506442574347409</id><published>2008-03-28T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:12:30.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life still undefined'/><title type='text'>Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Castor Oil acts as a purgative in most of the population but it is ineffective in case of the Chinese people. When ephedrine is instilled in the eyes of the fair colored people, there is dilatation of the pupil of the eye but in Negroes this effect of ephedrine is Absent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Multiauthor Textbook of Pharmacology and Therapeutics-page no.62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hassan (my friend) and I were listening to Our Professor of Pharmacology..and he told us about the racial difference of action of drugs.  Hassan looked at me and  said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Look ! even drugs are racists"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3225506442574347409?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3225506442574347409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3225506442574347409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3225506442574347409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3225506442574347409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/03/racist.html' title='Racist'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3568886254145656748</id><published>2008-03-11T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:53:51.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Fire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R9apQCRfDuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nis8JP7HiFA/s1600-h/Nomi+and+saad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R9apQCRfDuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nis8JP7HiFA/s400/Nomi+and+saad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176510914662174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Fire !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Saad and Me)&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/4156694498051502691-3568886254145656748?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3568886254145656748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3568886254145656748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3568886254145656748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3568886254145656748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/03/fire.html' title='Fire !'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R9apQCRfDuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nis8JP7HiFA/s72-c/Nomi+and+saad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-2884249014779838811</id><published>2008-03-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:45:02.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True friends stab you in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-2884249014779838811?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/2884249014779838811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=2884249014779838811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2884249014779838811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/2884249014779838811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-friends-stab-you-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6154056606948973346</id><published>2008-02-23T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:58:33.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forrest Gump'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forrest Gump: &lt;/span&gt;Will you marry me? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Jenny turns and looks at him&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forrest Gump: &lt;/span&gt;I'd make a good husband, Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny Curran: &lt;/span&gt;You would, Forrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forrest Gump: &lt;/span&gt;...But you won't marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny Curran: &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;sadly&lt;/i&gt;] ... You don't wanna marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forrest Gump: &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you love me, Jenny? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Jenny says nothing&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forrest Gump: &lt;/span&gt;I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-6154056606948973346?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6154056606948973346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6154056606948973346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6154056606948973346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6154056606948973346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/02/forrest-gump-will-you-marry-me-jenny.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5310567756800920517</id><published>2008-02-23T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:32:46.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Library Hall, King Edward Medical University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R8BXwWnkV0I/AAAAAAAAABc/dTk2Mnib8GA/s1600-h/library+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R8BXwWnkV0I/AAAAAAAAABc/dTk2Mnib8GA/s400/library+hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170228860438206274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Library Hall, KEMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photograph By &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salman Hussain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5310567756800920517?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R8BXwWnkV0I/AAAAAAAAABc/dTk2Mnib8GA/s72-c/library+hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3270579448186475148</id><published>2008-02-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:01:05.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'>NEVER ENDING LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stars sparkling and twinkling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flowers, the dew drops glittering&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight falling and smiling &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those nights &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Painted a rainbow &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the canvas of the starry nights &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still remember your first kiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget that bliss?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O the clock is ticking away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t resist your being so far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum is swinging&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is swaying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart is calling you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My watery eyes are waiting for you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Remember that long grass &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool night &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose in your hand &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a smile &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the full moon’s shine &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised to stay forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But you decided to leave me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone and cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was burning with the Passion that you gave me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s painful to bear it alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember your departure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were crying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing away my every tear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That horrible night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Love It felt like the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Love I felt like a broken star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Standng on the bridge alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the dark night on the water beneth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely and turbulent like the flowing currents&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a hopes remains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my eyes shine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stop thinking about her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i reach the empty space&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lies besides you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Best way I know..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3270579448186475148?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3270579448186475148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-5922155153148693161</id><published>2008-02-19T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:09:12.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of the Reading Gaol</title><content type='html'>Yet each man kills the thing he loves&lt;br /&gt;By each let this be heard,&lt;br /&gt;Some do it with a bitter look,&lt;br /&gt;Some with a flattering word,&lt;br /&gt;The coward does it with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The brave man with a sword!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a stanza of the Ballad of the Reading Gaol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-5922155153148693161?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-7105748611407093518</id><published>2008-01-30T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:05:59.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend to All is a friend to None"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greek Proverb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-7105748611407093518?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6537718047181426152</id><published>2008-01-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:35:34.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Allah(God)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R5lyjriHvvI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYXB2dI7nT0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159280805436440306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R5lyjriHvvI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYXB2dI7nT0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The work of Amin Gul Jee.&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/4156694498051502691-6537718047181426152?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6537718047181426152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6537718047181426152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6537718047181426152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/6537718047181426152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/01/allahgod.html' title='Allah(God)'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R5lyjriHvvI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYXB2dI7nT0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3065411213900650841</id><published>2008-01-24T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:08:38.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poetry'/><title type='text'>Perfectly Imperfect</title><content type='html'>I Look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And your reflection stares back at me&lt;br /&gt;Like a poison you run in me…&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall down as memories come&lt;br /&gt;And no hopes grow from my barren dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm running in circles of your love&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel static in these whirling streams&lt;br /&gt;Chained to you on this marry go round&lt;br /&gt;Neither can i go up&lt;br /&gt;Nor can i fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashes of the burning memories..&lt;br /&gt;Give birth to another you..&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to forget you..&lt;br /&gt;The more my feelings cling to me&lt;br /&gt;Loving you as well as I can&lt;br /&gt;Yet feeling so perfectly imperfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by&lt;/strong&gt; Nouman Akbar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3065411213900650841?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3065411213900650841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3065411213900650841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3065411213900650841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3065411213900650841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfectly-imperfect.html' title='Perfectly Imperfect'/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-3875605361713449900</id><published>2008-01-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:24:57.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://extraordinaryger.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/apologize-one-republic/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize- One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on a rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me 10 feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I’m hearin’ what you say but I just can’t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you’re sorry didn’t think I’d turn around and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it’s too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Said it’s too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;I need you like a heart needs a beat, it’s nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red now it’s turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lord, the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Said it’s too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on a rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me 10 feet off the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156694498051502691-3875605361713449900?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/3875605361713449900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=3875605361713449900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3875605361713449900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156694498051502691/posts/default/3875605361713449900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/2008/01/apologize-one-republic-my-world-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Nouman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138213710652434235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/S7IdAnOvkcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpeYWypxDzg/S220/me21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156694498051502691.post-6785556140759695201</id><published>2007-12-20T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:33:55.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R2tTarAUx-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/faBqPP1MSRA/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298716886714338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xb9nTIKMEnY/R2tTarAUx-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/faBqPP1MSRA/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of rose was taken by me a couple of months ago.&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/4156694498051502691-6785556140759695201?l=noumanakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noumanakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/6785556140759695201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156694498051502691&amp;postID=6785556140759695201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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