tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74716640918147849822011-08-05T21:44:38.499ZRoyal Blue Laboratories is not an organization. Royal Blue Laboratories is exactly one person, whom he is the sole author of this blog. <br /> The term "Royal Blue" is a color name, best known as a popular standard ink color. <br /> The author of this blog speaks English as a second language.Omar the Royal Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07805377457047986111noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471664091814784982.post-4988270571213661742007-09-24T22:02:00.000Z2007-09-24T22:08:41.549Z

I am sure that life is a recurrence relation, but I am not sure what a recurrence relation is.

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In a city where people respect themselves, buildings are designed with physically challenged people in mind.The most popular color for cars is white and the least popular is black.People dispose each type of wastes in, and only in, special containers.Everything is civil, and only civil.Everyone is aware of the importance of recycling.On the street, priorities are for ambulances, funerals,

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-"Wow! dude look at her ***!" said a young man to his fellow,-"Dude! I don't wanna miss somebody's cute [female] smile."

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I was once at a barbershop getting a haircut. I was sitting on the barber's seat, and the barber is cutting and combing my hair.I was thinking of something, when I noticed that he -the barber- had stopped. I noticed his pause because what he was doing was rhythmic.Now, he's standing to my right, doing nothing, but who cares man, I thought to myself then I heard him say something like "flip a coin

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To cross the streetShe wanted to figure out why did the hen cross the streetShe saw people cross streets on TVIt was one of her childhood dreamsShe was trying on her new high heels"The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog"There’s no reason, according to Quantum MechanicsShe was crossing the street backShe was running from someone hungryShe thought she could tease the cock that wayShe was

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Ever since I was little innocent Omar at my early school years, poor Somali refugees symbolized misery to me; I remember seeing them in person in the streets of Jeddah and Mecca, Saudi Arabia.I later saw many poor people in Syria bravely endure their disabilities, but the disabilities that many Somalis suffered from were, in most cases, far much severe and challenging.Back then, in Jeddah, Somali

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Did you like my unwritten silent blog post? I mean that one which has no title, no concrete body and no words or letters at all.Thank you, for coming by and for leaving your unwritten and so peacefully silent comments on my unwritten post. I hope you've read my unwritten reply.The unwritten, unsaid is just... don't you agree?

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An adjective is redundant when the noun after it conveys the meaning of the adjective. For example, I once saw an ambulance car labeled “Fast Ambulance” in red; how redundant the adjective “fast” is here? What is the use of an ambulance if it is not fast? Somebody please tell me.Here are other examples where I, usually, find the adjective redundant:Fragile glassLoving motherHorrible crimeLoyal

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First, I want to thank GrayFox for being the first to tag me on his blog, and I want to thank Hasan for explaining to me this tradition and for tagging me too.I've been tagged to write five things about myself, so my dear reader get ready for some royal blue narcissism. Here are five random things.I like to take people and things as they are. For me 1 meter is 1 meter, and it is wrong to define a

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Heh!

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Another person's smile.Creative useful inventions.A pregnant cat.White Jasmine.A hot cup or glass of green tea.Ladies at fast food restaurants.A baby crying calmly.Modern Japanese cars.East Asian tourists.Remembering a friend or a beloved one.Hearing someone praising God.Feeling I'm surrounded and swimming in the Earth's atmosphere.Spring clouds.A young woman putting 1 pound (0.4535924 Kilogram)

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If you are my friend, you are nice and smartIf you are smart, but not nice, then you are not my friendIf you are nice, but not smart, then you could be worse than an enemy is to meMy friends pray for me, even though they never say they doMy friends they...Smile when they hear or see meInspire meNever fear meHonor my angerTake me as I am. They give me their adviceNever envy me. They never think I

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