<?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-8053817</id><updated>2012-01-31T06:27:11.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nader's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Notice:
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ASV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-7035528147962032549</id><published>2007-12-14T01:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:29:33.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yousef loves Samah- MAZDA zoom 3 Story</title><summary type='text'>I found out that my zoom 3 is a great innovation space for lots of people.'Yousef loves sama7' and the arrows hits Adel's heart written with dust on my car.Is that what they call a "summer-love" that disappears with the first rain drops???I just can't stop thinking of who is this "Adel" guy....is he the other guy that loves samah while sama7 loves yousef, eeerrrgghh , cars scribbles and modern </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/7035528147962032549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=7035528147962032549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/7035528147962032549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/7035528147962032549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2007/12/yousef-love-samah-mazda-zoom-3-story.html' title='Yousef loves Samah- MAZDA zoom 3 Story'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-116487424012129531</id><published>2006-11-30T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:05:26.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nader's Theory on UN-BLOGGING</title><summary type='text'>The reason why I didn't post anything in the past two months:My shrink told me to stop posting for a while cause I have a RobaphobiaMusic Mood:  - PHOBIA - Jordanplanet Ghosts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/116487424012129531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=116487424012129531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/116487424012129531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/116487424012129531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/11/naders-theory-on-un-blogging.html' title='Nader&apos;s Theory on UN-BLOGGING'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-115610828999442098</id><published>2006-08-21T00:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:28:41.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Night</title><summary type='text'>Cannot put it in words.posted for the record (that was last night)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/115610828999442098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=115610828999442098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/115610828999442098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/115610828999442098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-night.html' title='Amazing Night'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114787695977485668</id><published>2006-05-17T17:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:00:42.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Population Count : A Theory in Practice</title><summary type='text'>Why the hell do we need to do Population Count for Jordan ?I can find the exact number (accurate up to 99.9 %) without moving a finger.2.5 million Fastlink Subscribers2.0 million Mobilecom Subscriber1.0 million Umnia Subscriber2 guys (My younger brother and sister don't have any mobile subscription yet)---------------------------------------------------------------Population Count = 5500002 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114787695977485668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114787695977485668' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114787695977485668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114787695977485668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/05/jordan-population-count-theory-in.html' title='Jordan Population Count : A Theory in Practice'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114709423942231811</id><published>2006-05-08T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:33:53.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Right ......... and then take your second left</title><summary type='text'>Women are 100% equal to Men. I never ever considered women of lower level than men.I believe so much in this.Actually I never felt the Un-equality issue in my house. But as soon as you go deeper in the sick community, you would start to know what that word means.Now if you are a woman and think that "You men suck, we are better than you , we beat you in everything, you are useless and we can live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114709423942231811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114709423942231811' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114709423942231811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114709423942231811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/05/womans-right-and-then-take-your-second.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Right ......... and then take your second left'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114608454015470353</id><published>2006-04-26T23:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:34:43.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Ugly "7ijab for Men" :D</title><summary type='text'>UPDATED"If women have to wear hijab, then men have to do that too, aren't we equal after all??" That's my opinion. I always wondered why is it just for women in Islam, don't women look at men too ????Men are not sexy. Women do not usually look at them. Only men look at women and that's why they(women) should cover up or at least wear the hijab.As I always say, Men suck....so badWomen will never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114608454015470353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114608454015470353' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114608454015470353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114608454015470353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/04/men-are-ugly-7ijab-for-men-d.html' title='Men are Ugly &quot;7ijab for Men&quot; :D'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114349477945731206</id><published>2006-03-27T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:26:19.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about being Lost</title><summary type='text'>Nothing seems to be going fine. Everyone says everything I do is wrong. Everyone and everything is pushing me to the edge. I can't fight back because I know where I can loose.I feel I want to fly, the edge is so high, and I don't have wings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114349477945731206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114349477945731206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114349477945731206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114349477945731206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-about-being-lost.html' title='The one about being Lost'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114171618163061526</id><published>2006-03-07T09:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:47:48.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CeBIT 2006 at last</title><summary type='text'>At last, I am leaving this thursday to Germany, Hannover to attend the CeBIT trade show.CeBIT is the world's biggest, and one of the world's most important, computer expos. It is held in Hanover, Germany, each spring and is a barometer of information technology. With an exhibition area of 400,000 m² and 700,000 visitors, it is bigger than COMDEX.for more details. Wikipedia/CeBITThe thing is, I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114171618163061526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114171618163061526' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114171618163061526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114171618163061526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/03/cebit-2006-at-last.html' title='CeBIT 2006 at last'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-114019558689045813</id><published>2006-02-17T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:16:39.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up iPAQ for the sake of my head</title><summary type='text'>I have just removed the SIM card from my iPAQ and will no longer use it as a mobile phone.I found out that this model is very hazardous in terms of health, it causes headaches and disorganized heartbeats, how did I find that.... By experience.I have headaches and my ears hurt much ....... And even my heart ( I can tell that someone is calling before it rings).The signal is so strong that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/114019558689045813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=114019558689045813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114019558689045813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/114019558689045813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-up-ipaq-for-sake-of-my-head.html' title='Giving Up iPAQ for the sake of my head'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113863735865426103</id><published>2006-01-31T00:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:21:39.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Donkey and the Cow</title><summary type='text'>UPDATE:and who can give us a full insight on this issue more than the one and only WikipediaCAUTION: Beware, the drawings are being displayed; just felt like letting you know.In the animal kingdom, a donkey is not allowed to insult a cow nor the other way around (I guess that's the case in India too).Totally agree with what natasha said :I fully understand how these cartoons enraged believers, as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113863735865426103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113863735865426103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113863735865426103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113863735865426103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2006/01/donkey-and-cow.html' title='The Donkey and the Cow'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113476601066292736</id><published>2005-12-16T22:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:38:33.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Abu Farah</title><summary type='text'>No one will ask me for the time every single hourNo one will ask me to fix his watch every 2 hoursNo one will tell me "Allah yawfa2ak" the way you didNo one will nag over my head to get warm or rest cause I'm tired studying at 4 amNo one will ask me to check his shaving every dayI will not hear you praying anymoreI will not kiss your hand everyday anymoreI will not try to explain the fact that "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113476601066292736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113476601066292736' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113476601066292736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113476601066292736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/12/farewell-abu-farah.html' title='Farewell Abu Farah'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113338726191112590</id><published>2005-11-30T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:50:48.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amman at night ya right</title><summary type='text'>The city is never the same, I actually drive at night with internal fear, I fee afraid; I don't know why, but you can't stop your car for 1 minute at any place near our house. Couple of days ago, I was standing near the front door (couple of days ago) when someone came and ask me, Abu el-shabab ( hey, Man [Father of Men :D] ) why are you standing there ? What are you doing ?!? I'm talking on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113338726191112590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113338726191112590' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113338726191112590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113338726191112590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/11/amman-at-night-ya-right.html' title='Amman at night ya right'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113164010261659791</id><published>2005-11-10T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:48:38.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, Jordan Attacked</title><summary type='text'>GOD BLESS PEOPLE OF JORDAN</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113164010261659791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113164010261659791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113164010261659791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113164010261659791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/11/yup-jordan-attacked.html' title='Yup, Jordan Attacked'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113079275513959306</id><published>2005-10-31T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:04:22.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kondara (Shoes)</title><summary type='text'>It is said that you can understand someone's character from his shoes!Well for me a pair of shoes can be used :For walkingKilling bugs (to be more specific, To Smash it)Kicking an ass ........ and that's it.Actually for the last point, the kicking ass thing, I guess we can work on a mathematical model to relate the ass(es)-usually-kicked-size with your shoes size but that is another post.Anyways,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113079275513959306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113079275513959306' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113079275513959306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113079275513959306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/10/kondara-shoes.html' title='The Kondara (Shoes)'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-113042782909701549</id><published>2005-10-27T17:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:44:34.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teletype</title><summary type='text'>When I was finishing high school in the early 1970s, the closest normal people got to computers was using a teletype. These electromechanical monsters could convert bits received at glacially slow (110 baud) telephone rates into a veritable cacophany of sound. This acoustic din was produced by lots of metal parts slamming into a paper roll somewhere inside the machine. The paper was the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/113042782909701549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=113042782909701549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113042782909701549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/113042782909701549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/10/teletype.html' title='Teletype'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112932853856833943</id><published>2005-10-14T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:32:43.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity: a 2-Dimensional Point of View</title><summary type='text'>Some things are just too complex for words to explain, so silence would be a better option.I always had complex thoughts to describe even the simplest small events. I like to build thoughts and combine them to form a conspiracy theory for each situation or incident.Over years, this helped me to build complex feelings. People call it arrogance, but it is there.Someone may come and ask a simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112932853856833943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112932853856833943' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112932853856833943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112932853856833943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/10/complexity-2-dimensional-point-of-view.html' title='Complexity: a 2-Dimensional Point of View'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112897161212254850</id><published>2005-10-10T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:21:14.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak Communications Capacity</title><summary type='text'>You're sitting in yet another interminable conference session. Man, this chair gets more uncomfortable by the millisecond. Who's that over there? He looks like Mike Meyers from this angle. Or maybe Mini Me. What's that interminable droning sound? Oops, that's the speaker going on and on about … whatever his topic is. You can't remember—your mind has been wandering for the past 10 minutes.    You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112897161212254850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112897161212254850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112897161212254850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112897161212254850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/10/peak-communications-capacity.html' title='Peak Communications Capacity'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112868855578611368</id><published>2005-10-07T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:45:24.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing...</title><summary type='text'>Nurse (Female) is an angel in the western culture (Florence Nightingale)  and a **** in the arabic culture."Bedak Tetjawaz Momareda, yee 3alaina, sho bedhom ye7ko el3alam..."(You want to marry a nurse, what will people say...)What a great mentalities we have in this part of the world. Sick mentalities (notice the irony sick and nurses).You can't imagine the shock when hearing this thing for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112868855578611368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112868855578611368' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112868855578611368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112868855578611368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/10/nursing.html' title='Nursing...'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112667727711998284</id><published>2005-09-14T08:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:12:52.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with an IPAQ</title><summary type='text'>Well I've got this HP iPaq about a week or two and I still can't say I get bored :DIt is a PDA with mobile phone capabilities.It has GSM/GPRS , 802.11b (Wireless), BluetoothI found all hotspots in Amman, and I check my email daily at the 4th circle.Ah and give me a map and I'll solve your GPS problems or answer your questions (ya I am ready for GPS).Note the previous post was dedicated to someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112667727711998284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112667727711998284' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112667727711998284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112667727711998284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-love-with-ipaq.html' title='In Love with an IPAQ'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112465120114443505</id><published>2005-08-21T22:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:42:15.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT...</title><summary type='text'>I love u as much as i love google :)Dedicated to you know yourself,   I GUESS :DMusic Mood: Dina 7ayek - Darb El hawa  (Recommended)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112465120114443505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112465120114443505' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112465120114443505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112465120114443505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/08/but.html' title='BUT...'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112371517718603774</id><published>2005-08-11T01:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:21:41.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Abu Saleem</title><summary type='text'>I will never forget how much u cared and how much u prayed for us.I will not forget the first salary i ever had.You taught me how to fold my clothes in that unique way. I will remember you each time I fold my clothes.You taught me how to be a man.But I will not be sad cause grandpa is watching me today, cause there are holes in the floor in heaven and he's watching over you and me.Farewell my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112371517718603774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112371517718603774' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112371517718603774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112371517718603774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/08/farewell-abu-saleem.html' title='Farewell Abu Saleem'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112231968553693066</id><published>2005-07-25T22:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:29:38.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Love mean to you?</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by Roba. Thank you, I thought that there is still someone who cares out there but she was kind enough to tell me she doesn't care, just wanted to enrich the planet with posts :(1- What does Love mean to you?GOOGLE2- What does Marriage mean to you?We have to marry from "Earthians" to get more small green creatures and dominateWell, theoretically it (marriage) is supposed to be fine but in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112231968553693066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112231968553693066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112231968553693066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112231968553693066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-does-love-mean-to-you.html' title='What does Love mean to you?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112203723398564239</id><published>2005-07-22T15:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:01:14.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about "A Walk To The Moon"</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday i did something that i wanted to do since forever.I had a walk to the moon.Posted for the record :)Music Mood: Brian Adams - Please Forgive me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112203723398564239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112203723398564239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112203723398564239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112203723398564239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-about-walk-to-moon.html' title='The one about &quot;A Walk To The Moon&quot;'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112111238852727052</id><published>2005-07-11T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:28:06.290+03:00</updated><title type='text'>From mobile to heterogeneuos mining</title><summary type='text'>Today I was supposed to handle my thesis proposal cause i don't have time, and i was doing researches for months. Instead of doing that, guess what I CHANGED THE SUBJECT and decided to start all over again.Music Mood: 3amro-deyab_elly-beeny-wa-bainak</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112111238852727052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112111238852727052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112111238852727052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112111238852727052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-mobile-to-heterogeneuos-mining.html' title='From mobile to heterogeneuos mining'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112076054237630288</id><published>2005-07-07T21:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:31:55.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Green + One Eye = Alien Side of Me</title><summary type='text'>Does he remind anyone of SOMEONE ?This picture was taken about 5 yeaars ago, wasn't I just so cute and green :DMusic Mood: Marwan Khouri - 5edny ma3ak</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112076054237630288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112076054237630288' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112076054237630288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112076054237630288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/green-one-eye-alien-side-of-me.html' title='Green + One Eye = Alien Side of Me'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112022850048514200</id><published>2005-07-01T17:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:38:22.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your World View?</title><summary type='text'> You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.Postmodernist69%</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112022850048514200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112022850048514200' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112022850048514200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112022850048514200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-your-world-view.html' title='What is Your World View?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-112008013128820818</id><published>2005-06-30T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:36:50.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Rhapsody</title><summary type='text'>Bohemian Rhapsody - QueenI just can't stop listening to it.And for some strange reason, this mood is mixed with leanne rhimes - i need youand 7abait delwa2t -Carol Sma7a (Very nice)Well also 5edny ma3ak -Marwan khouri But still back again to Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen.like 100 times a day :DIt seems I have this complex music mood.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/112008013128820818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=112008013128820818' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112008013128820818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/112008013128820818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/06/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='Bohemian Rhapsody'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111964667901754530</id><published>2005-06-25T00:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:36:06.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one were the DRAFTS were exposed</title><summary type='text'>Lots ask me why I don't post much. Well, first cause I'm slow and second cause people always post about a subject (That I had as a draft for ages) before I do..... and I do hate them for that (Lina) :DAnd with me nagging at the meet-ups about the drafts, and since Isam and Roba call me a LAZY blogger.....well I decided to post a small part of my endless "posts drafts List".I didn't post the full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111964667901754530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111964667901754530' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111964667901754530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111964667901754530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-were-drafts-were-exposed.html' title='The one were the DRAFTS were exposed'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111895651669897781</id><published>2005-06-17T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:09:06.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When did it all start ?</title><summary type='text'>It all started when GOD created the universe. That little DOT on the nowhere collapsed then exploded breaking its 11 dimensions into the 3 ones we can see and the 4th that we feel (and Einstein defined in his theories). Each time I pass by a theory or a mathematical model, I can't stop myself from being amazed about the minds that estalished it. Numbers and symbols organized in some format that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111895651669897781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111895651669897781' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111895651669897781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111895651669897781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-did-it-all-start.html' title='When did it all start ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111773828915927102</id><published>2005-06-02T21:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:58:51.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>QuaNtitY to the Planet</title><summary type='text'>Roba posted Quality to the Planet.We have discussed this in the last bloggers meet-up and I want to give my humble view.Isam started Jordan Planet and we thank him for that. I remember when we were a small group of less than 10 bloggers, but more bloggers joined.In Jordan (and other countries around) ,"Blog" is not really a word that you say and everyone would reply with a plain "OK".I'm happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111773828915927102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111773828915927102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111773828915927102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111773828915927102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/06/quantity-to-planet.html' title='QuaNtitY to the Planet'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111713590951728016</id><published>2005-05-26T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:23:28.633+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Amman - Please Not another Dubai</title><summary type='text'>Everything is crazy these days. Amman is changing. Big changes.The city is very crowded and it's not summer yet.Traffic jams all over the place till late time at night. Restaurants,cafes and snack bars are full.People from all around the globe, Lebanon, Syria, Gulf and for sure IRAQ.Well, you can feel a raising economy. Building appears in no time, we have at least 6 (yes 6) building workshops in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111713590951728016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111713590951728016' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111713590951728016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111713590951728016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/05/crazy-amman-please-not-another-dubai.html' title='Crazy Amman - Please Not another Dubai'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111706133907371026</id><published>2005-05-26T01:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:17:09.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>40 sec. poem</title><summary type='text'>I was joking with a friend, and this came out in less than 40 seconds :DI dind't correct the spelling mistakes nor the ryhme, as we wrote it :)I am having really sick jokes todayI called it Burn in Hell Burn in Hell I saw one star that nightIt was shining, ,It was so brightI starred with a sighAnd asked for tha boy i left behindHad he left his arrogant shrineIt looked towards me and saidAfter all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111706133907371026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111706133907371026' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111706133907371026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111706133907371026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/05/40-sec-poem.html' title='40 sec. poem'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111645296175599939</id><published>2005-05-19T00:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:54:57.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about "How to burn in hell"</title><summary type='text'>When someone tells u go to hell, what should u do ?I never really went there before,  but some people say it is not really fun.Is it hard to go there? Do we need a map or sth ? We have a nearby "Satan's Mall" and I can ask Mr. Devil Does it need much gasoline to keep that place burning, or do they use some nuclear station or a protoplasmic engine.Is heat distributed uniformly all over the place??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111645296175599939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111645296175599939' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111645296175599939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111645296175599939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-about-how-to-burn-in-hell.html' title='The one about &quot;How to burn in hell&quot;'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111636458464158632</id><published>2005-05-17T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:27:15.633+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about me these days</title><summary type='text'>THE THING                                                                                   My Thesis proposal deadlineDUE TO Very very soonACTIONBusy with work and can't work on the topicTHE THINGMy loads of  work (job) stuff DUE TO Everyday is a deadlineACTIONBusy Thinking about the thesis and can't concentrate or workCurrent Status     :     Hating this postWhat I wish now :     To be kissed (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111636458464158632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111636458464158632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111636458464158632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111636458464158632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-about-me-these-days.html' title='The one about me these days'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111437248386203422</id><published>2005-04-24T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:58:35.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falafel Sandwich Height (Falafility Theory)</title><summary type='text'>Is there any relation between the size of the cola can and the length of the falafel sandwich.I mean is it an algorithmic relation or an exponential one ?Does the height of the Ka3keh - when standing without the cover paper - gives us a hint of the right bottle size ?I heard that the number of "7abaat el-falafel" is a major part of the formula ?? Using the "falafelic scale", which has nothing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111437248386203422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111437248386203422' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111437248386203422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111437248386203422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/04/falafel-sandwich-height-falafility.html' title='Falafel Sandwich Height (Falafility Theory)'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-111230646544787272</id><published>2005-03-31T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:51:02.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the Bug</title><summary type='text'>How the hell can anyone kill a fly without an insecticide.I tried the flying shoe thing, but believe me, it doesn't work, especially when people are around watching :)Today at work, I felt like relaxing a bit, so when everyone left I stayed for a while to finish some work and guess what I took my shoes off :)I started wondering around with my white socks, moving from one office to another, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/111230646544787272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=111230646544787272' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111230646544787272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/111230646544787272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/03/kill-bug.html' title='Kill the Bug'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110962721402120670</id><published>2005-02-28T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:46:54.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>POTENTIAL!</title><summary type='text'>We all enjoy reinventing the wheel in our own idiosyncractic ways, but a little experience.Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house.Inside us all there's a code.A code that does not represent who we areBut who we might become.POTENTIAL!Music Mood: When You Say Nothing At All -- voice of Pam Tillis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110962721402120670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110962721402120670' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110962721402120670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110962721402120670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/potential.html' title='POTENTIAL!'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110894131594254317</id><published>2005-02-21T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:58:07.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><summary type='text'>I wonder what they are doing right now out there.You know I was brought here when my spaceship crashed 300 years ago :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110894131594254317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110894131594254317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110894131594254317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110894131594254317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110781329575076300</id><published>2005-02-21T00:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:26:41.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordanian Bloggers Meetup</title><summary type='text'>That was last December but I always wanted to have a post dedicated to that special event.I had to wait for Ammar out in the cold and he kept saying "Just give 10 minutes","just give me 5 minutes", "Another 20 minute" IN THAT ORDER :)Ammar came, Zaid with him.Reached BluFig late, ha.Got introduced to Isam, Roba,Natasha, Jeff and Natasha's friend (I'm sorry but I forgot her name, but I remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110781329575076300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110781329575076300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110781329575076300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110781329575076300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/jordanian-bloggers-meetup.html' title='Jordanian Bloggers Meetup'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110859113552194747</id><published>2005-02-20T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:30:20.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um 3ali and The Conspiracy Theory</title><summary type='text'>Um 3ali (Umm Ali --Mother of Ali)  knows more about politics than GW Bush (I doubt he can pee by himself).She even knows more details than the CIA do.Bush tries hard to hide his trails but Um 3ali always find out.She knows who are the terrorists.She knows who killed that poor Lebanese guy (Hareeri)She knows about every nuclear bomb on earth and the names of every dirty bomb that does exist.She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110859113552194747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110859113552194747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110859113552194747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110859113552194747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/um-3ali-and-conspiracy-theory.html' title='Um 3ali and The Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110781680758919279</id><published>2005-02-08T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:33:16.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls do talk Nader</title><summary type='text'>Note girl and woman are used interchangeably in this post.Why do girls need to talk. Can't they just shut up.The keep on talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110781680758919279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110781680758919279' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110781680758919279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110781680758919279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/girls-do-talk-nader.html' title='Girls do talk Nader'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110753136922834627</id><published>2005-02-04T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:47:20.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11 (Terror) ya that day</title><summary type='text'>I made this small pseudo-code program, I applied algorithms to check it's correctness and ya it's working :)//------------------------------------------------------// Program 9-11//Author:/*-An Arabic guy who uses his camel to go to his university (A big tent) to gain his master degree (terrorism certificate) in computer science (scie???? What).-Lives in small tent with a family of 100 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110753136922834627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110753136922834627' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110753136922834627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110753136922834627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/02/9-11-terror-ya-that-day.html' title='9-11 (Terror) ya that day'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110678493705273070</id><published>2005-01-27T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T02:18:10.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>B.H. and A.H. Haircut Calendar</title><summary type='text'>My hair is soooo not Short :)I wanted to have a haircut two weeks before the Eid-Aldha (the Eid was last week) but I postponed it.I got so busy with my finals and "papers-due-date" and couldn't find time for a haircut.I'm in my worst shape ever.Long hair and beard.I cannot remember when was the last time I slept (maybe since 50 hours or sth).And I am facing very hard final exams these days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110678493705273070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110678493705273070' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110678493705273070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110678493705273070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/bh-and-ah-haircut-calendar.html' title='B.H. and A.H. Haircut Calendar'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110666152120519332</id><published>2005-01-25T15:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:18:44.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Lamis</title><summary type='text'>Surfing the web at 2:30 am (two days ago), I got the famous "who are you ?" msn message :)Well, it seems I'm the lucky-guy-who-always-get-introducecd-to-nice-people-by-mistake.Again, I was added to someone's messenger contact list by some mistake (or fate).I started talking to Lamis and I just enjoyed the talk and forgot all about my research-paper-to-be-handled-in-few-hours :\She was very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110666152120519332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110666152120519332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110666152120519332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110666152120519332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/introducing-lamis_25.html' title='Introducing Lamis'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110640370476135302</id><published>2005-01-22T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:16:31.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Culture</title><summary type='text'>Simply the best presentation I had ever seen till the day :)http://randomfoo.net/oscon/2002/lessig/free.htmlHere are some terms that I gathered from here and there and really ring the bell these days. Every act's a copy Open source Copyrights Proprietary Software Patents Regulated Creativity Controlled Creativity Opaque Creativity Controlling Uses Fair use GNU Free Sharing P2P"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110640370476135302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110640370476135302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110640370476135302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110640370476135302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/free-culture.html' title='Free Culture'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110640160245473819</id><published>2005-01-22T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:50:35.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Annaqed "The Critic"</title><summary type='text'>Well I don't know how many of you know about this, but I was accidentally redirected to it from some Egyptian blog.For some reason I think it may interest Natasha- if she doesn't know about it-  ;)Feel free to comment about the subject because I've read couple of articles and I wasn't really so relieved.http://annaqed.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110640160245473819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110640160245473819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110640160245473819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110640160245473819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/annaqed-critic.html' title='Annaqed &quot;The Critic&quot;'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110624387630713967</id><published>2005-01-20T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:12:09.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohamed Mounir, Who ?</title><summary type='text'>It's rare to find someone who likes Mohamed MounirWell I like him :)Here are some nice songs that I like and could work for your beach walk or sea trip.You can feel the Egyption soul (Strange)  ;)Sorry for the names I couldn't translate but I know one would feel it even without the words  :)Those are examples, here is a longer list.Ahmmar Shafayef 7orreya (Freedom)Banat (Girls)    you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110624387630713967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110624387630713967' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110624387630713967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110624387630713967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/mohamed-mounir-who.html' title='Mohamed Mounir, Who ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110607212351095208</id><published>2005-01-18T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:26:59.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think ?</title><summary type='text'>I was walking out of the university at 6:30 pm today.It was a long day and it was dark when a middle-aged man passed by me and asked me a serious Question."Do you think that if I follow this path, I would reach the Engineering Faculty ?"Well, my sarcastic mood turned on and I started having several questions in mind:-"You are so much older than me but still asking me for your life path and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110607212351095208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110607212351095208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110607212351095208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110607212351095208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-think.html' title='Do you think ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110599468859583004</id><published>2005-01-17T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:14:38.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Campaign</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I start my voting campaign by providing the voting URLs2004 Best Everyday Life Blog Vote here2004 Best Personal Blog Vote here2004 Best Arab Student Blog Vote here2004 Best Culture Blog  Vote here2004 Best Jordanian Blog Vote hereI started inviting friends, cousins, family, non-Arab bloggers, colleagues, enemies to start voting and encouraged them to act as loyal members </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110599468859583004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110599468859583004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110599468859583004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110599468859583004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/voting-campaign.html' title='Voting Campaign'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110563070820118481</id><published>2005-01-13T17:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:44:18.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking The Silence</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged since the end of 2004. I was busy with the univ. exams and projects.I had several presentations and papers to work on and still have ones for the coming week.In addition to that, finals will start after a while and I have to pass this semester with good grades - long story-  :)Well, lots of things had changed in the past two weeks.I have several posts that I'd like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110563070820118481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110563070820118481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110563070820118481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110563070820118481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2005/01/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking The Silence'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110449436633754595</id><published>2004-12-31T13:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:20:27.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing Time-frame 2004</title><summary type='text'>Well, based on the time constraints that humanity had specified since forever, today is the last day of the time-unit "YEAR".Each time I try to flash back the beginning of this year and compare it to its near-end, I keep surprising myself.I just keep remembering;-The end of my first semester at the Master and how the rest of the semesters were (BAAAD)...- My Libya visit memories (Oct 2003).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110449436633754595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110449436633754595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110449436633754595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110449436633754595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/summing-time-frame-2004.html' title='Summing Time-frame 2004'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110435874550201270</id><published>2004-12-29T23:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:30:00.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party 2004</title><summary type='text'>As a part of my traditional Christmas celebrations, I have to go to the Christmas Party held each year.This year, it was at Le Royal. The 25 took our seats on the two next-together tables set for us. Tables near the dancing floor (best location) in a really big hall.We enjoyed the music and the dancing except for some parts were the famous D.J wasn't really in the mood :)Anyways, all of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110435874550201270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110435874550201270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110435874550201270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110435874550201270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-party-2004.html' title='Christmas Party 2004'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110418587167250983</id><published>2004-12-27T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:31:29.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><summary type='text'>Best Christmas Cookies on planet Earth are made here. Give me a christmas visit and you'll have a bunch.After you get yourself seated and relaxes, you'll start asking for another round of Christmas cookies, then another round and another and another.....Choclate (Crispy ones) are the best.We have this small Christmas-cookies-tree (in addition to the Main Christmas tree) and it is realy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110418587167250983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110418587167250983' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110418587167250983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110418587167250983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110418259231583880</id><published>2004-12-27T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:51:47.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas Song Ever</title><summary type='text'>I just love this song by Fairouz. I love the words and the music.It is called "Konna Nzayen Shajra Z3'eereh" (We we decorating a small christmas tree) well that's my translation :)It talks about the decoration of christmas tree and sitting around it imitating the crystall balls.Simple words, but amazing. That's Fairouz.I just love it and keep listening to it every Christmas. I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110418259231583880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110418259231583880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110418259231583880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110418259231583880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-christmas-song-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Song Ever'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110396901274787018</id><published>2004-12-25T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:32:37.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the World - Christmas 2004</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas and Joy to the whole world.Yesterday way Christmas eve. My family, uncles, cousins all gather at our house for Christmas dinner.I was working on one of my projects all day.Anyway, today all the family (getting bigger each year) gather for the Christmas gathering at the orthodox club hall.Santa gives away presents and we spend some "Christmas-time-with-the-big-family". Almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110396901274787018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110396901274787018' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110396901274787018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110396901274787018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/joy-to-world-christmas-2004.html' title='Joy to the World - Christmas 2004'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110382376098756775</id><published>2004-12-23T19:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:46:49.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless broadband Home</title><summary type='text'>I finally got my wireless access to the new 512 ADSL at Home.Technology rocks :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110382376098756775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110382376098756775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110382376098756775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110382376098756775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/wireless-broadband-home.html' title='Wireless broadband Home'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110376277078464531</id><published>2004-12-23T02:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:32:59.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Missed Call Friend</title><summary type='text'>I was trying to  call a customer this evening who left his PC with his number on a piece of paper attached to it.I couldn't understand his handwriting so I tried to call "my-first-guess-number" (with a 2) but no one replied, so I tried it with a 3 and it worked.Later that night, I received a message from the "person-with-the-wrong-number" asking if I know him/her (because I missed call him/her)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110376277078464531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110376277078464531' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110376277078464531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110376277078464531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/wrong-missed-call-friend.html' title='Wrong Missed Call Friend'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110375536065850266</id><published>2004-12-23T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:44:07.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging = Nonsense or what ?</title><summary type='text'>This story happened even after the bloggers meeting I use my blog URL as a suffix to any nickname I use on MSN messenger.Here is a small part of a conversation I had yesterday with a friend of mine (Abed) :abed says:walak esh hadBlogging (A new level) - http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com says:what ?abed says:btosrod seret 7ayatak kol yoom!!!!abed says:ya 3ammi nas fadiehabed says:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110375536065850266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110375536065850266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110375536065850266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110375536065850266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogging-nonsense-or-what.html' title='Blogging = Nonsense or what ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110375342315811455</id><published>2004-12-22T23:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:47:07.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking</title><summary type='text'>via [David's Blog]This is a sample of the full listman1. ------------boardAns. = man overboardstand2. ------------iAns. = I understand06. ------------M.D.Ph.D.Ans. = two degrees below zero12. THINKAns. think big !!13. ababaaabbbbaaaabbbbababaabbaaabbbb....Ans. long time no 'C' (see)David. Welcome to Jordan Planet :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110375342315811455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110375342315811455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110375342315811455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110375342315811455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/lateral-thinking.html' title='Lateral Thinking'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110346120292689173</id><published>2004-12-19T14:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:02:23.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Will we break down the Magic</title><summary type='text'>Today is the bloggers meeting at 7:00 pmI will finally get to know most of the bloggers.Will this break the magic of reading someone's thoughts without even knowing him ? A question that is circulating inside my skull :)Or maybe we will be moving to some higher level. I wonder :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110346120292689173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110346120292689173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110346120292689173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110346120292689173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/will-we-break-down-magic.html' title='Will we break down the Magic'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110340181243920605</id><published>2004-12-18T22:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:35:57.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carols, Attempt 1</title><summary type='text'>I just came from the Christmas carols at the Le Royal.I went with my sister, brother and my cousin. As usual I went about half an hour late and missed the whole thing (The guys hated me) :)Ofcourse I had to park about a zillion feet away from the hotel because the Parking of all hotels in Jordan are closed due to security issues :-/But two girls of the concert kept singing out of the theater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110340181243920605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110340181243920605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110340181243920605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110340181243920605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-carols-attempt-1.html' title='Christmas Carols, Attempt 1'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110338109126063222</id><published>2004-12-18T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:23:02.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut Dilemma - Solved or Not</title><summary type='text'>I had a haircut yesterday. Thanks for all the previous in-advance-na3eeman :)I told the barber not to make it so short nor keep tall. It appeared that his mathematical skills sucks.I ended having a haircut-i-never-had-before. A mixture of short and tall hair, I don't think it is bad but I have to get used to it. It's a so-normal-haircut.You'll see it at the bloggers meeting on Sunday.BTW </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110338109126063222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110338109126063222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110338109126063222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110338109126063222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/haircut-dilemma-solved-or-not.html' title='Haircut Dilemma - Solved or Not'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110314313736448058</id><published>2004-12-15T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:48:43.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always love you</title><summary type='text'>I will love you till birds cease to fly ...I will love you till big mountains crumble down from high ...I will love you till deep runny rivers dry ...I will love you till babies decide not to cry ...I will love you till children stop asking why?...I will love you till a mother delivers her baby without a sigh ...I will love you till women decide they had enough to buy ...I will love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110314313736448058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110314313736448058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110314313736448058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110314313736448058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-will-always-love-you.html' title='I will always love you'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110314192280540957</id><published>2004-12-15T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:18:42.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution for my Haircut Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>The past days were bad. I had lots of exams and I had to do lots of studying and things didn't go well.Anyway, I will try to live the joy of Christmas these days by attending the Christmas carols and joining the decorations efforts in the house.I just love Christmas Time of the year.Bloggers Meeting is next Sunday, cannot wait for it.My hair is tall and according to my calculations and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110314192280540957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110314192280540957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110314192280540957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110314192280540957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/solution-for-my-haircut-dilemma.html' title='Solution for my Haircut Dilemma'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110254961390432122</id><published>2004-12-09T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:46:53.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-build IRAQ, But Why ?</title><summary type='text'>I have been following a TV campaign on LBC Channel about IRAQ.Ads. that encourages people of IRAQ to vote and others that call them to unite or to stop fighting.I just cannot get the idea behind these ads.Is this some campaign from the US on Arabic TV channels or is it that I'm missing the whole show around me ??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110254961390432122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110254961390432122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254961390432122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254961390432122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/re-build-iraq-but-why.html' title='Re-build IRAQ, But Why ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110254924998280355</id><published>2004-12-09T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:40:49.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things boosting my life</title><summary type='text'>Several things had, in a way or another, changed my life in the past months.I always seek for things that would add up more value to my every day living habit :-)My visit to Istanbul was a great experience both personally and technically.I was introduced to several new software engineering approaches and new programming techniques.I got into the details of Google Tools and they are just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110254924998280355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110254924998280355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254924998280355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254924998280355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-boosting-my-life.html' title='Things boosting my life'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110254564652669003</id><published>2004-12-09T01:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:51:01.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally lost</title><summary type='text'>Regular days.Lots of work and studying.Today I felt as if I was sleeping for ages and just woke up to find that I have tons of books to study, Kilos of papers to write and zillions of university projects to finish.In addition to my tasks at work, I feel totally lost.  It seems it is too late to do all these things.I am being asked for about three world-class research papers and for it to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110254564652669003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110254564652669003' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254564652669003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110254564652669003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/totally-lost.html' title='Totally lost'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110226885237459793</id><published>2004-12-05T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:47:32.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Defined</title><summary type='text'>A nice definition of Quality I just passed by:Quality is part of the process, it's in the doing.Quality isn't a set of rules or a set of metrics; it's in the spirit of the smallest of our daily activities.It is a verb trapped in a noun's body.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110226885237459793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110226885237459793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110226885237459793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110226885237459793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/quality-defined_05.html' title='Quality Defined'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110218277176798977</id><published>2004-12-04T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:08:45.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Files in the air</title><summary type='text'>I had to implement a disaster recovery plan for some customer and I had to do lots of scheduling jobs on servers and external harddisks.I was watching files moving  and "time-remaining" captions all day.I'm even seeing files flying in the air right now.It was soooo boring but a must.It worked just fine.Dedicated to the poor employee who had to stay with us till a very late time watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110218277176798977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110218277176798977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110218277176798977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110218277176798977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/files-in-air.html' title='Files in the air'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110212054877899007</id><published>2004-12-04T02:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T16:31:12.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I like, love and hate.... (The List)</title><summary type='text'>In random order (well, almost).1.   I love everything that has "computer" as a middle name.2.   I have passion to my work and study field and I like every single thing in it.3.   I love the sea and walking on the beach.4.   I love sunset and sunrise.5.   I have a 300 person on the phonebook and I call only a finger count bunch.6.   I have a very limited number of friends. VERY.7.   I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110212054877899007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110212054877899007' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110212054877899007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110212054877899007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-like-love-and-hate-list.html' title='I like, love and hate.... (The List)'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110211650870365252</id><published>2004-12-04T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:28:28.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the moon there when I am not looking at it ??</title><summary type='text'>I was having this question circulating my mind for a while:"Is the moon there when I am not looking at it ?"Well, as Colwell says : "I like to think the moon is there even if I am not looking at it. However, a popular book on quantum physics posits that the moon pops into existence when I look at it, but it is free to disappear and visit other planets when I'm not looking."By the way, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110211650870365252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110211650870365252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110211650870365252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110211650870365252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-moon-there-when-i-am-not-looking-at.html' title='Is the moon there when I am not looking at it ??'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110202718166661184</id><published>2004-12-02T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:47:59.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How will google change your life</title><summary type='text'>I love Google.I have these tools on my flash drive and when I find someone I care about, I tell him I'll give you something that will change your life to the better, and I start talking about these tools but sometimes I forget that some people don't give a damn :-)Anyway.The following tools will add a lot to your Life.Google Desktop Search I use it to search my 300  GB Drives and still get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110202718166661184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110202718166661184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110202718166661184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110202718166661184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-will-google-change-your-life.html' title='How will google change your life'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110194187046613315</id><published>2004-12-02T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:03:59.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I met Elaine</title><summary type='text'>I went to  the religious meeting held every Wednesday (I have been going regularly since couple of weeks now)After the speech and praying friends gathers and talks.Anyway, I have lots of relatives who are members of the group and I was hanging there with a relative (2nd cousin) EHAB who encouraged me to get into these meetings in the first place.I decided to chat for some time with a cousin of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110194187046613315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110194187046613315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110194187046613315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110194187046613315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-i-met-elaine.html' title='The day I met Elaine'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110185294237340545</id><published>2004-12-01T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:29:37.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADACHE "WAJA3 RAS"</title><summary type='text'>HEADACHE.MY HEAD IS BLOWING OFF.I never had a headche before (As I remember) or is it that headache that is causing me to forget the last headache I had.My eyes are blowing out of its container (that's my head by the way).  :-)PANADOL EXTRA could stop an Elephant's headache [ the TV Ad.  ] but not mine.PRAY for my skull to handle the internal pressure.Dedicated to The Nader. That's me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110185294237340545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110185294237340545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110185294237340545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110185294237340545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/12/headache-waja3-ras.html' title='HEADACHE &quot;WAJA3 RAS&quot;'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110176774256707991</id><published>2004-11-30T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:21:29.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio Friendship Profile</title><summary type='text'>I never believed in horoscopes, but when a friend of mine showed me this, I thought that either these guys know me well or they are very lucky :-)Scorpio Friendship ProfileThe mysterious Scorpion may turn out to be the best friend you've ever had -- or your worst enemy. The first rule of friendship with a Scorpio is that you never, ever cross them. Their sting is strong, and they never forget</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110176774256707991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110176774256707991' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110176774256707991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110176774256707991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/scorpio-friendship-profile.html' title='Scorpio Friendship Profile'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110167928471588153</id><published>2004-11-28T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:26:38.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick-ology : The Science</title><summary type='text'>Throat ContentionVoice = MUTECOLD and FEVER  and HEADACHESneezing and coughingThese are the terminologies used in the science of SICK-ology .As soon as anyone hears my NEW VOICE,  I just get expelled to some outer space. I'm not gonna sing or anything :-(This Blog is also dedicated to a dear friend who gets sick a lot :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110167928471588153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110167928471588153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110167928471588153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110167928471588153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/sick-ology-science.html' title='Sick-ology : The Science'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110150809055628726</id><published>2004-11-26T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:40:09.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Sense</title><summary type='text'>5 days ago, I remembered this guy back from the school. We were not close friends and were never in the same class. I remember that we may have talked couple of times through our 12 years "in-the-same-1500-students-school" and it was about computers. But I forgot most the names of "my-12-years-class-mates" and I never remember anything in life, except for technical stuff :-|I'm a kind forget a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110150809055628726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110150809055628726' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110150809055628726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110150809055628726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/6th-sense.html' title='6th Sense'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110116526340667074</id><published>2004-11-23T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:14:23.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Neighbor</title><summary type='text'>I received this comment:"Hi there!There's this thing I do everyday, I click the 'next blog' button to see who my blog neighbor is and today that seems to be you!!Hidy Neighbor!!"It's a good way to introduce your blog to the world, one blogger per day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110116526340667074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110116526340667074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116526340667074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116526340667074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogger-neighbor.html' title='Blogger Neighbor'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110116366608914051</id><published>2004-11-23T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:22:54.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EDC at JU</title><summary type='text'>Jordan University will be hosting EDC (Microsoft East Med developers conference). Anyway, I registered and organized my schedule according to the provided Agenda to choose sessions I'll attend and the ones I'll be missing because of conflicting time with some lectures.I thought the event will take place in one location, but it appears it is distributed at different locations at the university. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110116366608914051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110116366608914051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116366608914051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116366608914051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/edc-at-ju.html' title='EDC at JU'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110116465572896727</id><published>2004-11-23T01:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:04:15.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of blogger are you?</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Pundit Blogger!Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few.What kind of blogger are you?Well, I'm not sure about that, reallly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110116465572896727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110116465572896727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116465572896727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116465572896727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-kind-of-blogger-are-you.html' title='What kind of blogger are you?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110116101071939781</id><published>2004-11-22T23:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:03:30.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mood = SOOMA</title><summary type='text'>I have been singing this song this whole week. I knew only a small part of it, so I decided to look for it and I found it. It is called enta el-hob part1, ,part 2It is long but nice one. Um Kalthoom was called Sooma. Did you know that ?  :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110116101071939781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110116101071939781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116101071939781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110116101071939781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-mood-sooma.html' title='Music Mood = SOOMA'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110061306592749293</id><published>2004-11-16T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:34:22.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Alia Airport needs an Antivirus crack</title><summary type='text'> Well, a friend of mine, Saif, was at the “Queen Alia Airport” to pick up his cousin couple of days ago. While he was checking the airways schedule board, the following window appeared from nowhere and covered the part of the screen.A trial version of Norton Antivirus seems to be installed on the server and the trial period has ended, this window popped-up on the terminals (screens). So he took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110061306592749293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110061306592749293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110061306592749293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110061306592749293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/queen-alia-airport-needs-antivirus.html' title='Queen Alia Airport needs an Antivirus crack'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110060969789916624</id><published>2004-11-16T14:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T16:01:34.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I broke up with IE</title><summary type='text'>I just couldn't resist a blog after I read Jad's about Internet explorerIt took me:8 minutes to break up our very long relationship,4 minutes to install firefox2 miunutes to get used to it1 minute to start enjoying it1 minute to figure out that I can no longer live without it.My new young friend is getting mature fast and as soon as the javascript bug is fixed :-) I'll torn all your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110060969789916624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110060969789916624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110060969789916624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110060969789916624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/day-i-broke-up-with-ie.html' title='The day I broke up with IE'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110038659577584982</id><published>2004-11-14T01:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:11:15.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Defined</title><summary type='text'>"You will come here and get books that will open your eyes, and your ears, and your curiosity, and turn you inside out or outside in."I came up with the above description of "Library" but then I changed couple of words and it turned out into the following:"You will come here and find love that will open your eyes, and your ears, and your curiosity, and turn you inside out or outside in."  (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110038659577584982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110038659577584982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110038659577584982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110038659577584982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/library-defined.html' title='Library Defined'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110030067416761850</id><published>2004-11-13T01:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:49:09.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Arafat</title><summary type='text'>Palestine Stays</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110030067416761850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110030067416761850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110030067416761850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110030067416761850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/farewell-arafat.html' title='Farewell Arafat'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-110003850095617025</id><published>2004-11-10T01:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:50:50.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Defined</title><summary type='text'>I will not translate this for two resons: 1. Because I don't have time2. I think that no other Language on earth can explain these words as this simple arabic language doesBy Nizar Qabaniالى تلميذةقلي ولو كذبا كلاما ناعماقد كاد يقتلني بك التمثالما زلت في فن المحبة طفلةبيني وبينك أبحر وجباللم تستطيعي بعد أن تتفهميأن الرجال جميعهم أطفالاني لأرفض أن أكون مهرجاقزما على كلماته يحتال</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/110003850095617025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=110003850095617025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110003850095617025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/110003850095617025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-defined.html' title='Love Defined'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109960008029905430</id><published>2004-11-04T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T19:17:42.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul Visit (Day 1)</title><summary type='text'>I finally decided to add the blogs about my visit to Istanbul two months ago.First Day 01-09-2004Typical traveling day in Royal Jordanian except for the fact that I enjoyed the food. I had a next-to-the-window seat and spend a usual two hours trip.There was a young girl with her mother sitting next to me. The best part was when we landed in Istanbul, the girl's mother shyly asked me about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109960008029905430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109960008029905430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109960008029905430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109960008029905430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/11/istanbul-visit-day-1.html' title='Istanbul Visit (Day 1)'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109882108679539813</id><published>2004-10-26T22:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:04:46.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Developer = Complex Individual</title><summary type='text'>Some words I have been collecting over a long period:- Because software developers must deal with complex problems, they are generally very intelligent and complex individuals, which also complicates the management formula. Add the fact that developers trying to hit a moving target -user requirements- and you get a volatile mixture of management issues.- Developers should design each tool in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109882108679539813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109882108679539813' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109882108679539813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109882108679539813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/real-developer-complex-individual.html' title='Real Developer = Complex Individual'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109837304734746864</id><published>2004-10-21T17:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:22:28.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught.......Flu and Technology</title><summary type='text'>Flu is killing me.I have a headache. I had to go to my simulation class at 2:00 pm, but it turned to be at 2:30 pm.It was a typical lecture but here's the nicest part. At the end of class we had to get the slides from the doctor's laptop and I thought that I'll see people getting out diskettes from their bags to copy the files but no no no. Floppy Disks are history.Flash memory drives showed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109837304734746864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109837304734746864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109837304734746864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109837304734746864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/caughtflu-and-technology.html' title='Caught.......Flu and Technology'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109769769002254459</id><published>2004-10-13T23:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:49:36.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Apology</title><summary type='text'>I was not able to use Microsoft Messenger (MSN) two days ago.I appeared online and I could see everone online, but I kept receiving "Message cannot be delivered" when I tried to contact anyone.I enjoyed using my nickname for messaging. I just kept changing my nickname and I managed to talk to some friends who replied in the same way.It enjoyed this way messaging, for a while ofcourse.Anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109769769002254459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109769769002254459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109769769002254459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109769769002254459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/microsoft-apology_13.html' title='Microsoft Apology'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109742876907698828</id><published>2004-10-10T20:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:49:24.926+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Hair Cut</title><summary type='text'>After 42 days, I got a Hair Cut.The barber started cutting using a level 3 mschine but no no no. Even a 'level 100' machine won't work.The machine was lost in my hair (several girls did too :-) ). He kept on cutting and chopping.Now I am back to normal. I do not need to brush my hair anymore.The best part is that some people who saw me after the hair cut were still wondering if I had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109742876907698828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109742876907698828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109742876907698828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109742876907698828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/got-hair-cut.html' title='Got a Hair Cut'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109727093795122536</id><published>2004-10-08T23:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:15:31.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Vs Life</title><summary type='text'>Guess what I missed the party yesterday.... and my cousin's graduation Too.I was late working for one of our customers (located next to the moon) and I got back at 6:30 pm.I had to pick up my brother from the "Al-Madina Al-Riadyeh (Sports City)" after his "ping-pong" game, found him and we got home at 7:30 pm. (Ofcourse everyone was at the university for the graduation and they returned at 8:00</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109727093795122536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109727093795122536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109727093795122536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109727093795122536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/work-vs-life.html' title='Work Vs Life'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109708447395795381</id><published>2004-10-06T19:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:06:09.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is KING!</title><summary type='text'>The king in this title is Jordan Telecom.I am not blogging in a continuous manner since the day I got back from Turkey.I wanted to add 5 blogs about my visit to turkey and CeBit but I just cannot find time to do it.I am really busy these days, my work, my master, my community project, my research paper, my technical readings. I am now VERY addicted to reading High-Tech articles and papers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109708447395795381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109708447395795381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109708447395795381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109708447395795381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-land-of-blind-one-eyed-man-is-king.html' title='In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is KING!'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109594966188605903</id><published>2004-09-23T17:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:58:38.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arithmetic (End of Story)</title><summary type='text'>I've got the "computer arithmetic" grade and guess whatit is a big B+.He gave me the grade I was joking about.I was so stupid to refuse the A.Q: Is there any reasonable human who can refuse an A.A: Ya, me. Stupid me.Stupid^2 + stupid^3 + 000101010  = Stupid in a big wayI'm gonna hate myself for this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109594966188605903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109594966188605903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109594966188605903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109594966188605903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/09/arithmetic-end-of-story.html' title='Arithmetic (End of Story)'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109571731162813234</id><published>2004-09-21T01:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:55:11.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Blog ?</title><summary type='text'>"A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. Your own private thoughts. Memos to the world. Your blog is whatever you want it to be. There are millions of them, in all shapes and sizes, and there are no real rules. In simple terms, a blog is a web site, where you write stuff on an ongoing basis. New stuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109571731162813234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109571731162813234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109571731162813234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109571731162813234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-is-blog.html' title='What is a Blog ?'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109396114111034651</id><published>2004-08-31T17:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:05:41.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology Accepted and Leaving to Turkey</title><summary type='text'>My apology was accepted and I also received an apology back.Words can do miracles sometimes.Still cannot understand that phrase. (Groofy)I'll be leaving to Turkey-Istanbul Tomorrow. The first time fully-alone.I never went there before and I think it is going to be a great experience.Hope to enjoy CeBit.I wish myself Luck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109396114111034651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109396114111034651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109396114111034651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109396114111034651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/08/apology-accepted-and-leaving-to-turkey.html' title='Apology Accepted and Leaving to Turkey'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109362489388360544</id><published>2004-08-27T18:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:33:06.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize..</title><summary type='text'>I had this thing going on for a week now, and I just want it to stop.I hereby apologize for every word I said.I think I screwed up. This is one of the rare moments that I apologize.I do just like this girl but it seems I was a fool.The first time we had a serious talk, I started teasing her all the way.Complaining about her language usage, giving advices, exceeding limits of "yah, that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109362489388360544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109362489388360544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109362489388360544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109362489388360544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-apologize.html' title='I apologize..'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109361252684233910</id><published>2004-08-27T16:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:42:52.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of GOD </title><summary type='text'>I went to a church in "Debeen" for a friday pray. Guess what, it is located in one of the most beatiful locations on earth.In the middle of the green moutains (plain with no extras).You can really feel of a strange power there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109361252684233910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109361252684233910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109361252684233910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109361252684233910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/08/power-of-god.html' title='Power of GOD '/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109354654767646415</id><published>2004-08-26T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:51:11.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CeBit</title><summary type='text'>I'm giving CeBit (Turkey) a visit next Wed. (I'll stay till monday)I'm going alone.Hope to meet someone I know. I'll try to get myself busy with the technology around there. But still ALONE.I'm saving this month's "Computer","Spectrum","Oracle","Profit" magazines for the plane.I was thinking of getting a tablet PC, wish I'll find one that I can afford.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109354654767646415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109354654767646415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109354654767646415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109354654767646415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/08/cebit.html' title='CeBit'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053817.post-109354189691460725</id><published>2004-08-26T20:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:22:12.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Did it at Last</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from my arithmetic exam and guess what, it was different ?It was a very hard one, but when I finished and handled my paper the proff. he said something so nice."Son, what is the grade you want to have, what about an A ?""No, I'll be more than happy with a B+", I thought it was joke.But he was serious.He wanted to help me out cause he knew I need this grade so much, and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/109354189691460725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053817&amp;postID=109354189691460725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109354189691460725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053817/posts/default/109354189691460725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadershnoudi.blogspot.com/2004/08/did-it-at-last.html' title='Did it at Last'/><author><name>My love story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
