<?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-3842086019278712990</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:16:11.749-05:00</updated><category term='sidibouzid'/><category term='JasminRevolt'/><title type='text'>Being Simple is a Very Complex Task</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8994133481910345347</id><published>2012-02-13T11:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:42:48.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone4 Mod in 2003 Mazda Protege</title><summary type='text'>The worst thing about the 2003 Mazda Protege is that it doesn't have a place when you can put your phone. I think they deliberately designed it that way. In the middle dash, no where to put your phone. On the left hand side, close to your left knee, there is a spot, but try leaving the phone there and accelerate, it will end up under your seat, EVERYTIME.

After destroying a weekend, iphone case,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8994133481910345347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8994133481910345347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2012/02/iphone4-mod-in-2003-mazda-protege.html' title='iPhone4 Mod in 2003 Mazda Protege'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZsguhsSNgk/TzktdE0SfmI/AAAAAAAABUw/AGXhoMD65ZY/s72-c/IMG_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7926557283551614684</id><published>2012-02-09T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:00:37.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money - nah!</title><summary type='text'>


C.R.E.A.M! I can't believe I am about to quote Wu-Tang Clan. But yes, Cash Rules Everything Around Me. People who are pushed for reasons or motives other than money are a rare breed. But of course everyone will claim otherwise. If you really want to see their true faces you will have to corner them to see the claws. Ask anyone who went through a financial hardship and the horrible things they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7926557283551614684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7926557283551614684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2012/02/money-nah.html' title='Money - nah!'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooeywuMANsM/TzPrgT2YFmI/AAAAAAAABUY/1vOf7snDxTQ/s72-c/ss_R120485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2139915889435200337</id><published>2012-01-15T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:41:25.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the invisible step</title><summary type='text'>


The stock market doesn't care for stability. Investors are interested in one thing and one thing only: potential growth. They are looking for companies whose Qn+1 profit exceeding their Qn. If you can provide that, you will create a high demand thus pushing your stock prices up until you are not able to provide that growth anymore, at that point investors will start to jump ship and the wealth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2139915889435200337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2139915889435200337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2012/01/invisible-step.html' title='the invisible step'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3WZsTbmosA/TxMzc-Gc4_I/AAAAAAAABTY/gyiXVhey0PA/s72-c/You-can-easily-boost-your-sales-with-these-steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2919382834064986670</id><published>2011-12-29T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:23:27.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unpoliticalized discussion</title><summary type='text'>


Everyone is an expert when it comes to politics nowadays - expect me it seems. I never bothered to understand it. I even lack the basic principles when speaking politics. For some people 'right-wing vs left wing' will definitely refer to the two major contemporary political parties in the states, but for me, chicken wings come to mind - hmmm wings. I guess we see and hear what we want to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2919382834064986670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2919382834064986670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/12/unpoliticalized-discussion.html' title='unpoliticalized discussion'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0zMl-uLZ2I/Tv0xIT9sp5I/AAAAAAAABS0/4Q-yjVcLyR0/s72-c/Cartoon-monkey-Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6642318824985624826</id><published>2011-11-01T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:43:50.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers good friends</title><summary type='text'>Go against the flow, see who will encourage you
Go with the flow, see who will try to warn you

Say something insane, see who will listen
Say something boring, see who shush you

Wear something embarrassing, see who will join you
Wear something you'r proud of, see who will stand by you

Disappear for a week, see you will look for you
Appear everywhere, see who won't get sick of you

Pretend to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6642318824985624826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6642318824985624826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/11/cheers-good-friends.html' title='Cheers good friends'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6177043247574786556</id><published>2011-08-26T02:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T02:06:20.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Kareem</title><summary type='text'>دخل طفل بعمر الـ 5 سنواتإلي الصيدلية و قالهذه جميع النقود التي أملكهل تكفي لشراء معجزة ؟؟إنصعق الصيدلي لما سمعو سأل الطفل عن سببهذا الطلب البريءفأجابه الطفل ... و قال :لأن الطبيب قال ليأن أمي لن تنجو إلا بمعجزةاللهم اشفى جميع امهات المسلميين و اغمرهم بالعفو و العاف</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6177043247574786556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6177043247574786556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/08/ramadan-kareem.html' title='Ramadan Kareem'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6184671284943479986</id><published>2011-06-24T09:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:23:33.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribs for the nibs</title><summary type='text'>I think it is me. Yes, it is definitely me. Cause how would you explain my crappy luck every year at the Ribs Festival. This is the fourth year in a row in Ottawa that I either have horrible beef ribs or get stuck with BBQ chicken or totally forgetting about it!Here some snaps from the event:Here is a video preview of the making, there is also this video for the street performance at the event (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6184671284943479986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6184671284943479986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/06/ribs-for-nibs.html' title='Ribs for the nibs'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/5866656296_084f4b80fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6252706789741385882</id><published>2011-05-04T23:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:08:32.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions and Reality</title><summary type='text'>A little boy was doing his Math homework.He said to himself,"Two plus five, the son of a b*tch... is seven.Three plus six, the son of a b*tch... is nine..."His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?"  The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom." "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked. "Yes," he answered.Infuriated, the mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6252706789741385882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6252706789741385882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/05/intentions-and-reality.html' title='Intentions and Reality'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJLf3yGXdtk/TcIhRGu7HRI/AAAAAAAAA4E/OX-Rv2Io9cQ/s72-c/20100801_the-gospel-in-the-cursing-psalms_poster_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7340651008320820092</id><published>2011-04-14T15:51:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:26:12.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10: designing API Keys</title><summary type='text'>It turns out designing in API keys is a science. I thought it was simply generating a really long random  string that uniquely identify a user was enough. MD5 a random string will do but you will be mising out on other benefits.Things you might want to consider when creating API keys:Long enough so could not be  'lucky guess'-edAll API keys should be created equal: in length that is.Brand your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7340651008320820092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7340651008320820092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/04/top-10-when-designing-api-keys.html' title='Top 10: designing API Keys'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5p9r3C9CD1E/TbcaV6j8RdI/AAAAAAAAA38/n5HZSqA4dm8/s72-c/top%2B10%2Blist%2B2010-resized-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-306635254818961060</id><published>2011-03-31T13:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:14:49.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thousand Kilometers</title><summary type='text'>This won't be a long blog nor a story to share. This blog is about a milestone- crossing the 1000km mark. And that pretty much sums it up.Keep the steps coming,  the blood running, the music spinning,  life stunning, competing and winning because time keeps running!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/306635254818961060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/306635254818961060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/03/one-thousand-kilometers.html' title='One Thousand Kilometers'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrOUyhZMejw/TZTCIk4NxgI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BLwN9GyWllo/s72-c/number1000qk7.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5276733356555791095</id><published>2011-03-28T05:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:26:52.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Prayer times on Google Calendar with SMS notifications</title><summary type='text'>A solution at last. I have been looking for a way to get Prayer notifications, either by SMS or a missed call but it was either not accurate or needed high monthly fees. Until I found this work around.My idea was as follow: if I can get the prayer times on Google Calendar I can use their SMS notifications to SMS me a 10 minutes before hand, the only trick was to manually put all the prayer times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5276733356555791095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5276733356555791095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/03/islamic-prayer-times-on-google-calendar.html' title='Islamic Prayer times on Google Calendar with SMS notifications'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5373274984304448255</id><published>2011-03-17T10:56:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:46:40.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, light and books!</title><summary type='text'>We are often (if not always) terrified of doing mistakes forgetting that the universe is at perfect balance. When you break the pure form of light you get a spectrum: the rainbow colours. This invisible light is a blend of perfectly calculated shades of colours with exact percentages that give us this wonderful light every day. If the green concentration went up, for example, it would throw the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5373274984304448255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5373274984304448255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/03/life-light-and-books.html' title='Life, light and books!'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tynXCUxti_0/TYIz3KCFeEI/AAAAAAAAA28/2R2btIEdCvw/s72-c/Rainbow_Ocean__by_Thelma1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-618663593239789224</id><published>2011-03-07T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:55:34.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LEGACY</title><summary type='text'>History tells that some hundreds years ago a seljuk Sultan who goes by the name Alaa Al-Dine Kayqubad built a city on the southern shores of asia-minor, so strong and so perfectly planned that it was named after him; Alaiye.The city, now called Alanya, or the port, was home of the famous Red Tower and Alaiye Citadel. This is the story of the offspring of a good man whose children decided one day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/618663593239789224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/618663593239789224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/03/my-legacy.html' title='MY LEGACY'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8247060592837616231</id><published>2011-02-27T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:45:05.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule Automatic Closure of gTalk/MSN/Yahoo messenger</title><summary type='text'> I usually tend to forget to close my messenger after I finish work. If you are in the same boat, here is a quick tutorial on how to schedule an auto-close for these messengers.The way it works is as following: you create a batch file that will close a program once it is executed then you schedule a task using Windows to run this batch ( for example at 5:30pm everyday)Create the batch file1) open</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8247060592837616231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8247060592837616231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/schedule-automatic-closure-of.html' title='Schedule Automatic Closure of gTalk/MSN/Yahoo messenger'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TKn10CpSanI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bENgH0KkkZI/s72-c/instant-messengers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7151020936278721678</id><published>2011-02-25T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:33:08.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it also happen to me?</title><summary type='text'>I sat observing a bird and a beeas they fly high above a treeI wondered how could that beflying high and what else can they seeI think they are excited like a new kid who just got a PCExploring new options clicking things away freelyWhile I was marching ahead, trying to be a better meI came to realization that it was hard to fleeNo matter what, we are always bound to our past and historythey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7151020936278721678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7151020936278721678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/02/can-it-also-happen-to-me.html' title='Can it also happen to me?'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8941571725937398981</id><published>2011-02-18T09:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:47:53.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Pan-Am smile, really Smile!</title><summary type='text'>It is the cheapest form of cure for lots of problems. Try it now ...... seriously smile now ... ok maybe this could help :)"An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.The next morning, as the pilot was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8941571725937398981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8941571725937398981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/02/smile.html' title='Don&apos;t Pan-Am smile, really Smile!'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70N4W8nX4Mk/TV6FmKBqsYI/AAAAAAAAA14/j-p1bC7iwEs/s72-c/nete100100052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3998645394239827932</id><published>2011-02-16T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:49:16.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, I can't be honest</title><summary type='text'>Unless the person you are talking to can handle criticism, it is not worth it to be honest. And the other side of the coin: when you are honest with someone, it either means that this person is really close ( like family and close friends) or someone you care for. Otherwise, why would you go out of your way to help someone and be honest -which is not easy to do- just to risk being hated.So for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3998645394239827932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3998645394239827932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/02/honestly-i-cant-be-honest.html' title='Honestly, I can&apos;t be honest'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFiuH_0CmnY/TVwnzdcACkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/haPfDR4c38s/s72-c/HardPkVariety.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3474388356259007006</id><published>2011-02-05T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:52:56.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Wings @St James Street Pub</title><summary type='text'>I usually give detailed reviews about the places I visit but for this one I am only going to say: try to avoid this pub.I give it 1 star out of 5, just because I enjoyed the glass of water.This blog is part of the Ramadan Fooding in Ottawa reviews.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3474388356259007006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3474388356259007006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/02/review-wings-st-james-street-pub.html' title='Review: Wings @St James Street Pub'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TU3RDAMM8KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/cFcmJt7IeTA/s72-c/1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3898610149962647534</id><published>2011-01-31T21:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:10:58.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I screwed up because I care</title><summary type='text'>Today I have learned a new lesson, not new in the sense that I never knew about it before but in the sense that it came to me in a crystal clear form, almost in a poetic way.I always believed that nothing is hard to understand, nothing is impossible within our limits. For each problem there is one or more feasible solution, once this problem has been defined clearly and tackled.This evening, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3898610149962647534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3898610149962647534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/i-screwed-up-because-i-care.html' title='I screwed up because I care'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-729225618791878609</id><published>2011-01-19T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:00:08.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, at least I don't go to York</title><summary type='text'>If you go to any university, regardless how bad it is, you can always feel better by saying: "Hey, at least I don't go to York University". You know what they say about York: if you can use a fork, you can go to York.The following is not my original writing but felt compelled to share it:Carleton University: "There's a 95% chance you know absolutely no one at Carleton, and if you do, they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/729225618791878609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/729225618791878609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/hey-at-least-i-dont-go-to-york.html' title='Hey, at least I don&apos;t go to York'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTM_ebtHSjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Jj_VmDDOENo/s72-c/CU_logo_black.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6534117497352617998</id><published>2011-01-15T19:59:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:13:48.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JasminRevolt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sidibouzid'/><title type='text'>Tunisians in Montreal (a rally)</title><summary type='text'>People are asking: why is Canada's Tunisian community doing the rally thousands of miles away from home in Montreal, what is the point?The answer is very simple:  good new are never complete without being shared or celebrated .Here are couple of minutes from the rally in downtown Montreal, so you can get a feel of it.PS: I was cold.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6534117497352617998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6534117497352617998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/tunisians-in-montreal-rally.html' title='Tunisians in Montreal (a rally)'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8603607468593185238</id><published>2011-01-14T10:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:17:31.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Wings @Wild Wing</title><summary type='text'>If I need to summarise this blog in one sentence it would be: try the RingOfFire or bitchSlap.Yes, these are off the menu chicken wings at Wild Wing (it seems RingOfFire is now on their menu). But before I get into that, I need to do the introduction. So here it is. Wild Wing is a "Chain of family restaurant franchises across Ontario featuring chicken wings in a wide variety of flavours, as well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8603607468593185238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8603607468593185238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/review-wings-wild-wing.html' title='Review: Wings @Wild Wing'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TS4NRwGHSyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/WF9V_VwLNys/s72-c/207607-65712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-363456784279459471</id><published>2011-01-09T07:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:48:56.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son defeats Father, the ancient Greek story</title><summary type='text'>I don't get the Greek's obsession with Sons defeating their Fathers. Let me tell you the Ancient Greeks Gods myth. First there was the void: Chaos. Out of this nothingness came the primary divine beings: Eurynome, Gaia (the Earth), Eros (Love), the Abyss (the Tartarus in the underworld) and the Erebus. From the original primary divine beings came a series of offsprings: creatures, angels, Titans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/363456784279459471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/363456784279459471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/son-defeats-father-ancient-greek-story.html' title='Son defeats Father, the ancient Greek story'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TSNMm5RD8BI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8hfgeinGL4w/s72-c/greek%2Bgods_4a3f64ea59575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2898390383543133238</id><published>2011-01-03T10:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:33:31.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Italian @Calabria Restaurant &amp; Pizzeria</title><summary type='text'>Calabria Restaurant &amp; Pizzeria is located on Bell Street North ( right off Bronson and Gladstone) in downtown Ottawa. This is the closest you can get to Italian food that is not located on Preston Street.Personally I have been going to this restaurant for the past 8 years. I have a thing for their lasagna and poutine.This is a well established restaurant. Their staff rarely change which I like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2898390383543133238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2898390383543133238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2011/01/review-italian-calabria-restaurant.html' title='Review: Italian @Calabria Restaurant &amp; Pizzeria'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TSHooRKUZiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/EG4uzdXfI48/s72-c/calabria%2Bottawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2838465761935709853</id><published>2010-12-31T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:25:24.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year, 2011</title><summary type='text'>"I planed to do that and I did it. I achieved it." - yourselfWhen thinking about achievements, people think of milestones. Things that changed their lives forever while forgetting the small things we do everyday that makes us better.An achievement, or at least for me, is about marching forward. It doesn't matter how small or how big the achievement is, as long as you are moving forward.Look back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2838465761935709853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2838465761935709853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/happy-new-year-2011_31.html' title='Happy New Year, 2011'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TQ95imvP5LI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qf34wREZvaE/s72-c/newyearres-4cf3c21b6df45862993950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2734164557356445297</id><published>2010-12-18T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:25:00.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does school make us dumb?</title><summary type='text'>I really like this talk on TED with Ken Robinson, he is a funny man (see video below). I kinda disagree with him though. He claims that schools destroy our creative selves while I think its the base you need that allows you to find what you have a talent for.How can you find which pants look best on you if you never even attempted to try a bunch of them ? The best way to learn is to compare.At </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2734164557356445297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2734164557356445297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/does-school-makes-us-dumb.html' title='Does school make us dumb?'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8866701407235383726</id><published>2010-12-14T22:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:30:37.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be needed ...</title><summary type='text'>she arranged her room, everything is now neatsaying goodbye to her only friend 'Big Bear' on her seatsick of her life and the way she was treatednoone left her feels like she was actually neededslowly she head to the bathroom preparing the unthinkableshe even set the mood and fired up her only candlegot her knife out and by its back she practicedthought it would be easy but turned to be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8866701407235383726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8866701407235383726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/to-be-needed.html' title='To be needed ...'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2217206140533574710</id><published>2010-12-11T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:08:22.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5km: Run vs Walk</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend, I tried a 5km run. I am not really a big run-it fan but it was for a good cause and a lot of people from work were doing it so I decided to join for the fun of it. It was part of the yearly Santa Shuffle 5k Run in Ottawa ( it is also organized across Canada). Santa Shuffle 2010 - OttawaWhere: Tunney's Pasture - Ottawa, ONDate: December 4th, 2010Time: 10:00 amIt was my first run and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2217206140533574710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2217206140533574710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/5km-run-vs-walk.html' title='5km: Run vs Walk'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TP01vo01rSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/to3oJ4JtnOs/s72-c/running-legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7954043654344209052</id><published>2010-12-09T21:13:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:51:29.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>إسلمي يا مصر إننى الفدا</title><summary type='text'>They don't make them like this anymore. This is the old Egyptian Anthem written by Mostafa Sadiq el Rifai.إسلمي يا مصر إننى الفدا .... ذي يدى إن مدت الدنيا يداأبدا لن تستكيني أبدا .... إنني أرجو مع اليوم غداومعي قلبي وعزمي للجهاد .... ولقلبي أنت بعدالدين دينلكي يا مصر السلامة .... وسلاما يا بلاديإن رمى الدهر سهامه .... أتقيها بفؤاديواسلمي في كل حينأنا مصري بناني من بنى .... هرم الدهر الذي أعيا </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7954043654344209052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7954043654344209052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='إسلمي يا مصر إننى الفدا'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-520793029292165599</id><published>2010-12-06T09:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:04:16.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imam to lead</title><summary type='text'>This is a first. Usually when I dream, I see weird bizzare things that are most of the time stories that serve no meaning ( they might, I don't know) but yesterday's dream was actually a question left for me to answer. So here it is.The DreamI was in this small praying room. It was Dohr, we all grouped to pray and this black guy lead the group. We started to pray, then this guy started to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/520793029292165599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/520793029292165599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/imam-to-lead.html' title='Imam to lead'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TPz2W0a55jI/AAAAAAAAAyA/HkPiOMBC03A/s72-c/r123101-2-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-9048948292729545496</id><published>2010-12-01T09:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:25:57.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you snooze, you loose</title><summary type='text'>It tries to wake me up and I refuseI hear it every morning but I put it in snoozeIt feels good until you discover you oversleptthen you wish you  in snooze you left it unkeptNow I am up facing the mirror about my boss wonderingwhat excuse to tell and what story should I be actingI am missing the morning meeting, not an ideal day to be lateSo I sent him an email to give him my updateIn my email I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/9048948292729545496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/9048948292729545496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/12/when-you-snooze-you-loose.html' title='When you snooze, you loose'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TPZoyyYQbnI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UEyyP8JblEw/s72-c/PortableAlarmClockRedF10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1726582609205986855</id><published>2010-11-27T18:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:51:53.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity To Keep Muscle Growing</title><summary type='text'>"Too many bodybuilders train like a tortoise on Valium. We tend to make excuses when intensity is low. "Well, at least I'm here in the gym," you'll coddle yourself by saying. But let's make this perfectly clear. The difference between dragging your ass through gutless workouts and sitting on your turtle-ass shell watching SportsCenter on ESPN is not that much.Like a shark either swims or sinks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1726582609205986855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1726582609205986855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/remember-intensity-to-keep-muscle.html' title='Intensity To Keep Muscle Growing'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TPGY2N9STrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CV-OrhUi0Q4/s72-c/chocolate-milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3692199632317138728</id><published>2010-11-26T09:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:00:57.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All for a good cause: Samer Forzley</title><summary type='text'>Some people just donate to United Way Ottawa but some bring fun into donation. If anyone is capable of doing this: it would be Samer Forzley! And now I show you what he agreed to do for a good cause. Feel free to replay it over and over again and pause if you like.A fun company is a healthy company to work for. Donating to a good cause will make someone's life a bit simpler and in some cases </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3692199632317138728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3692199632317138728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/all-for-good-cause-samer-forzley.html' title='All for a good cause: Samer Forzley'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2363640285448198061</id><published>2010-11-21T13:39:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:41:28.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: SeaFood @The Whalesbone Oyster House</title><summary type='text'>The Whalesbone Oyster House (www.thewhalesbone.com) is located in the Ottawa downtown area close to the Bank &amp; Somerset street intersection. I believe it's only been around for couple of years. When I asked about a fish/sea food restaurant to try I was given this one. I heard bad things about the Byward Market Fish Market restaurant ( which I've been to last summer). So, I decided to give it a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2363640285448198061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2363640285448198061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/review-seafood-whalesbone-oyster-house.html' title='Review: SeaFood @The Whalesbone Oyster House'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TOlq8MYY55I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Bp0hxWSrRcY/s72-c/20100916-dsc_0338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8103062528358552833</id><published>2010-11-21T13:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:32:38.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Fooding in Ottawa</title><summary type='text'>It is great when you build an entire blog post on the wrong fact, or focusing on a leaf and ignore an entire tree. Ramadan is not about food, but let's face it, it is the only thing you think about all day long and the only things you do after you break. So without going into the details of what Ramadan is all about, and even if that was the case, I guess you wouldn't be looking for the meaning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8103062528358552833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8103062528358552833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/08/ramadan-fooding-in-ottawa.html' title='Ramadan Fooding in Ottawa'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TH1NISfozdI/AAAAAAAAAis/TRSjYVTQ_l0/s72-c/dattes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3882964046709789425</id><published>2010-11-11T23:29:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:36:44.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Voice in Canada (Fido/Rogers)</title><summary type='text'>It took me 2 hours but I got it to work. I have Google Voicemail active on my Fido mobile line.If you are in Canada, like me, you can't have Google Voice yet. It is only available in the states but I found a work around that. If you are intersted in getting Google voicemail to work with your Fido/Rogers phone then this quick how-to is for you.What you needA Fido/Rogers mobile lineA Google </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3882964046709789425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3882964046709789425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/google-voice-in-canada-fidorogers.html' title='Google Voice in Canada (Fido/Rogers)'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TN1vHXC3CxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m9y6ZYVo9mo/s72-c/canada.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6757768566781878608</id><published>2010-11-10T11:00:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:53:53.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google helped me get lost</title><summary type='text'>So out of nowhere while I was accelerating, the back exhaust pipe decided to give up on me. And due to my tight schedule, I dropped the car yesterday at my mechanic who said it would take him couple of days to work on it ( he is 'busy'). So here I am carless for couple of days!I woke up early by a call from my brother who had no idea why he needed to call he, my sister told him to call me at 7AM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6757768566781878608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6757768566781878608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/google-helped-me-get-lost.html' title='Google helped me get lost'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TNrk-OJ4mzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xIQBkJR5WFU/s72-c/Ottawa-20101110-00026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8648971709520420537</id><published>2010-11-08T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:54:16.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will make you a Deal</title><summary type='text'>I played that scenario a million times in my head, over and over again, but it never came true. Oh the world of imagination, how can we escape without it? Every idea has to to start somewhere, it's the wild imagination that gives birth to pure creativity.Imagination is the only place we can be kids again leaving behind our responsibilities and routines!Only if I can live in my world of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8648971709520420537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8648971709520420537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/i-will-make-you-deal.html' title='I will make you a Deal'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TNd8K-tKYzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-FBEde8CTqQ/s72-c/IMG_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8193720026597579876</id><published>2010-11-05T11:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:33:24.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until we meet again</title><summary type='text'>Lying in front of me, in the open casket: no pulse, no emotions, no movement and no soul. He is dead. A very hard moment to grasp. Very weird feeling to process but definitly a position we all going to be in at some point; Some day we are all going to be Dead.When you say goodbye to a friend or a family member who just passed away, you always feel sad and unease. But what exactly you feel you be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8193720026597579876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8193720026597579876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/until-we-meet-again.html' title='Until we meet again'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TNL4CO4POuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/RZeLs3GLKuk/s72-c/Dove-Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-854392409648917025</id><published>2010-11-04T11:36:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:59:59.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You had me from 'Hello'</title><summary type='text'>Okay, Fido! You are a winner in my book. I just got off the phone with Fido (representative called Tania)  and she offered me this:Unlimited Local Calling from any city in CanadaUnlimited Incoming CallsUnlimited Canada and US long distance Unlimited text messages to/from Canada and USCaller Name ID15Mb BB planAll that for $60 a month (+tax) and the best part is, I didn't even sign a contract. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/854392409648917025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/854392409648917025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/you-had-me-from-hello.html' title='You had me from &apos;Hello&apos;'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TNLT2F20FRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ChBhVdhc34o/s72-c/canada-cell-phone-plans-compare-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2271752135578394460</id><published>2010-11-01T16:19:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:23:50.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been Torched</title><summary type='text'> Time to leave the iPhone/DisneyLand behind and bring up the big guns, i.e the blackberry Torch. There a lot of things you need to know or learn when you get a Blackberry. For instance, you need to call your carrier to tell them that you got a Blackberry so they can do their magic. My iPhone data plan doesn't work with the blackberry, I had to call them to get it to work. Once that is done, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2271752135578394460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2271752135578394460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/11/i-have-been-torched_01.html' title='I have been Torched'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TM8cdgf6j4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/mc4Ue5Bwd6A/s72-c/BlackBerry-9800-Rogers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5440667815771781748</id><published>2010-10-31T01:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:41:24.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 2012</title><summary type='text'>This is my deadline. I have left a lot of things undone. Time to change that. I figured that I still have the freedom to do a lot of thing that otherwise could have been taken away from me.But things always turn out to the best. I am still free!Here is the list of things that I would like to do before October 31, 2012, exactly 2 years from now. If you can help me with any of these goals and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5440667815771781748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5440667815771781748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/october-31-2012.html' title='October 31, 2012'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TK4mpiobiyI/AAAAAAAAApY/6jZHIKKpbjI/s72-c/halloween-bat-moon-clipart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5819671378333253377</id><published>2010-10-29T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:04:39.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee is for Banana</title><summary type='text'>Einstein once  said: "If the bee disappears from the surface of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live". In case you missed it: no more bees means no more pollination and no more pollination means no more trees! without trees we are DEAD.That was a good lead into my favorite thing in this world: Bananas.  Well let me tell you something Einstein (why does this sound like an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5819671378333253377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5819671378333253377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/bee-is-for-banana.html' title='Bee is for Banana'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TMhu3_9rMwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5_NG_gRhTJY/s72-c/banane_2461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7511849051051700609</id><published>2010-10-26T10:25:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:16:58.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's to blame</title><summary type='text'>On a Tuesday couple of weeks ago, I was heading to school for class. I took the Bronson Exit of the Ottawa 417 highway and was waiting at the traffic light, then I saw this beggar. He had the typical "Hungry and Homeless, anything helps! -God Bless You"  sign written on a cardboard.I see these beggars a lot at traffic lights and highway exits, specially around the downtown area and it never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7511849051051700609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7511849051051700609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/who-to-blame.html' title='Who&apos;s to blame'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TMbxei9bX5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/6YPNFRFwML4/s72-c/panhandler7_360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6972351351503748546</id><published>2010-10-25T10:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:28:50.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Bold Statement</title><summary type='text'>God does NOT know exactly what you are going to do. And if God knows, then God is not beneficent nor merciful.Hear me out before judging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6972351351503748546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6972351351503748546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/strongest-statement-ever.html' title='One Bold Statement'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TMXYVRWG1ZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p6xczdJlfLY/s72-c/3-religions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-87267481986575949</id><published>2010-10-24T11:00:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:40:42.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For one smile</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't go see a movie that tonight, they were heading out but I had to stay home. I had a long night ahead. Preparing my French essay to be handed in for the next day, it was due on the following Friday but I had to hand it in before I would go to Niagara Falls for a week. This is where I was going to meet her.The term was almost over, I could smell the summer coming.  I had been waiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/87267481986575949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/87267481986575949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/for-one-smile.html' title='For one smile'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TMOvYJUKRkI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0SjdnaqCNSQ/s72-c/73271457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5991549826210868428</id><published>2010-10-22T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:41:44.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That is why Music we add</title><summary type='text'>in response to Musical Thoughts: Music or Lack ThereofMusic is not the note you hearnor its the bouncing waves in your earit’s the feeling that you sometimes fearthat takes you places that are unclearPiano can be a box of wood shinny and blackbut its acoustic that defines the trackrhythm brings discipline to the dumblike an army marching to the beat of the drumGuitars are the links between your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5991549826210868428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5991549826210868428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/that-is-why-music-we-add.html' title='That is why Music we add'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TL7vc6z51-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/6tisC2y6Lg4/s72-c/melissa_dancing_with_the_stars_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-871844358022897228</id><published>2010-10-17T14:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:24:41.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success, my own interpretation</title><summary type='text'>Ask anyone including yourself about the definition of success, you will get a wide range of answers. Some of them are absolute and some are relative. Success is sometime interpreted as the journey you take, other times, it the ending results. My point is, success definition varies from one person to another. It is one of the most diversely defined word I have came across.For some, success if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/871844358022897228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/871844358022897228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/success-my-own-interpretation.html' title='Success, my own interpretation'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TLXyh6lBrSI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jrhEwiZC6Cc/s72-c/success-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8524745426085568417</id><published>2010-10-12T10:01:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:22:15.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at the Waterloo Premium Outlets</title><summary type='text'>I usually go to the Waterloo or the Woodbury Common outlets mall, both in NY, twice a year ( ri7lat al shita2 wal sayf :p)  for shopping.  But what makes this time different is I went alone (using my car, not a rental).  In the last 24 hours, I drove close to 1400 km all alone. I thought it would be extremely boring, but it wasn't. And that is giving me ideas to start making more road trips and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8524745426085568417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8524745426085568417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/one-day-at-waterloo-premium-outlets.html' title='One day at the Waterloo Premium Outlets'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TLRxbUY-BMI/AAAAAAAAApw/LGOdRCvbA1g/s72-c/IMG_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6408779432654593089</id><published>2010-10-08T14:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:32:39.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only If You Were Me ..</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make. I dealt with you for what feels like a really long time. We are as-close-as-it-gets, but there is a issue we need to work out. I tend to blame you for everything bad happening in my life. I found it to be more relieving that way. Though you caused me harm in many cases with your way of thinking, I also kinda appreciate you putting me though what I dealt with. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6408779432654593089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6408779432654593089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/i-blame-you.html' title='Only If You Were Me ..'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TKF34UtAwcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/v8WBHgT3U_0/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1201086454794705293</id><published>2010-10-05T14:23:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:15:46.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Market Yourself for a Job</title><summary type='text'>An interview is like an advertisement and the mistake that most people try to do is 'advertise' and not 'market' themselves. Why I am comparing interviews to advertisements? I am trying to highlight a very fundamental concept in marketing: having an excellent advertisement with poorly executed marketing strategy will fail the campaign.That is why I will try to cover the entire job seeking process</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1201086454794705293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1201086454794705293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/how-to-market-yourself-for-job.html' title='How to Market Yourself for a Job'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TKDoKtitD4I/AAAAAAAAAng/VpKrsQBISvE/s72-c/1021575_83024741-thumb-autox379-107536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-747491169759047150</id><published>2010-10-02T11:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:24:34.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days in Jail</title><summary type='text'>I am sentence to 4 days in a correction facility (I think that what they are called)  starting this Monday in Montreal. To be honest, I am really scared. My crime wasn't that bad. Whether I am Innocent or not, I still have a million questions on my mind. All I know about prison I learned from movies and TV shows. Are they as bad as I think they are?I have a million questions on my mind right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/747491169759047150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/747491169759047150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/10/4-days-in-jail.html' title='4 Days in Jail'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TKdW4rNGCDI/AAAAAAAAAog/o8J-C9_qlDg/s72-c/88342068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-576102114808993097</id><published>2010-09-26T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:11:13.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevarication</title><summary type='text'>I want to play a game; the game is called Knights and Knaves. As it is said: Truth will set you free. But what's more important, truth will gain you respect. Telling lies might benefit you in the short and  in some cases long term but when you get busted you loose people's respect. Don't tell lies specially if you got a lot to loose when the truth cames to light. If you were a knight answer this:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/576102114808993097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/576102114808993097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/burst-i-prevarication.html' title='Prevarication'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TJpZRy38LdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZUrrpaQ4uMs/s72-c/knaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6936961643027763739</id><published>2010-09-24T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:03:00.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Omar</title><summary type='text'>Hurricane Omar was a strong hurricane that took an unusual southwest to northeast track through the eastern Caribbean Sea during October, 2008. Forming out of a tropical disturbance on October 13, Omar initially moved slowly in the eastern Caribbean Sea. By October 15, Omar began to quickly intensify as deep convection developed around the center of circulation. Later that day, an eye developed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6936961643027763739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6936961643027763739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/hurricane-omar.html' title='Hurricane Omar'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TJJ4Qz4a5II/AAAAAAAAAnI/wHSd91n-3no/s72-c/Omar_2008-10-15_at_1745_UTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6476552475813203598</id><published>2010-09-19T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:20:00.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger and the drawing</title><summary type='text'>It was my first trip over the ocean. She was the first stewardesses ever to serve me. She wasn't like the others who smiled non-stop.I spent 7 hours drawing her. Ten years late, I forgot which airlines I flew and everyone from the crew. But I still remember the smiley face on my napkin that she drew :)It was the first of a series of drawings to follow ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6476552475813203598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6476552475813203598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/linger.html' title='Linger and the drawing'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TI-KRscksnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/XcuevMkTJT0/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-9215659493612693003</id><published>2010-09-17T14:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:09:23.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghareba El Naas</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I did some catching up with really old friends which I haven't seen for a long time and that triggered a lot of memories and made me think. People will come in and out of our lives. Some will be remembered by the goods others by the bads. Some, we will try to hold on to their memories and some we will try hard to forget.  We gain experience along the way, but the experiences we gain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/9215659493612693003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/9215659493612693003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/ghareba-el-naas.html' title='Ghareba El Naas'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TJEegpiKLiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/toc8-Zm52A8/s72-c/400_F_3639249_F6EpAHVvcUkJf40KmDzXToxz3HZPkSqp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1066454134924290525</id><published>2010-09-13T17:40:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:23:39.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara and the steak sandwich</title><summary type='text'>It all started on a bus, no clue where I was heading nor where I was coming from. The visibility was almost nada; the fog was covering the city. Something wrong with my eyes, I can only see black and white, except for red. Then I saw Barbara standing at the front looking out the windowtrying to figure something out, I approached her and I said "Crazy weather, huh!". She turned around and said "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1066454134924290525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1066454134924290525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/09/barbara-and-steak-sandwich.html' title='Barbara and the steak sandwich'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TI6ba0xIuRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/OKLUIeNd9P0/s72-c/010508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7128968475208650608</id><published>2010-09-08T13:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:06:43.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems as a source of Happiness</title><summary type='text'>There are emotions/moods you simply can't understand until we experience them. You can guess how it would feel, you might even be able to somehow relate, but there are things you must go through to truly understand. I never understood depression and suicide and still don't. I can't wrap my head around the fact how someone would feel so worthless.I can't deny that I had moments where I wished I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7128968475208650608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7128968475208650608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/problems-as-source-of-happiness.html' title='Problems as a source of Happiness'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TIem3vfscxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/REs01S3GF1M/s72-c/dep11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7366965261063883475</id><published>2010-09-07T14:00:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:05:06.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Won't Confess</title><summary type='text'>He thought the road ahead was clear,as she explained and whispered to his earHe marched trusting she would cover his back.Less faith in her is what he really lackHe told her a difficult day might come.Just never thought she would actually runHow did he misunderstand that smile?He has been trying to understand for a whileThey both apart, heading their own ways,its funny how destiny with them, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7366965261063883475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7366965261063883475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/he-wont-confess.html' title='He Won&apos;t Confess'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TLxTD5-axlI/AAAAAAAAArg/qHo0p4dQ0Wk/s72-c/four_leaf_clover.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5577295891463592808</id><published>2010-08-31T15:29:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:52:38.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INTP type, the Thinker</title><summary type='text'>I ran this BLOG personality test and it turns out that I am an INTP type ( The Thinker) . More googling and wiking I got the full details.  Here you go, don't say I didn't tell you!This test ( called MBTI) preferences indicate the differences in people based on the following:How they focus their attention or get their energy(extraversion or introversion)How they perceive or take in information(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5577295891463592808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5577295891463592808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/08/intp-type.html' title='INTP type, the Thinker'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TH1fhGiNy3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LuHC6jj5Msk/s72-c/the-thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7671019871616284046</id><published>2010-08-22T02:34:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:37:46.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Right at this moment</title><summary type='text'>Right this moment, someone is getting married, while a group is saying goodbye to someone who's getting buriedRight this moment, someone is in the middle of finishing a novel, while a moron is burning Holy Books and worshiping the DevilRight this moment, someone is giving a rose to his loved one, while a girlfriend is shouting: we are done!Right this moment, an email is being sent with a picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7671019871616284046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7671019871616284046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/08/right-at-this-moment.html' title='Right at this moment'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/THDPN_mxWsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uDBqizLhf6s/s72-c/2101885479_28bb4bb2dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3539314748998927221</id><published>2010-08-18T15:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:14:42.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So simple ...</title><summary type='text'>but yet sooo goood ... miss the food already.photo credit: akhouya 7abibii &gt;---:D---&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3539314748998927221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3539314748998927221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/08/so-simple.html' title='So simple ...'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1766271122123717993</id><published>2010-08-16T11:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:50:31.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if ...</title><summary type='text'>Rules are our boundaries. We are bound with what people tell us. We are afraid to do thing just for the simple fact that it is not acceptable. We have been told what is right and what is wrong. Based on what? religions? ethics? morals? norm? personal opinions?What if doing the wrong thing was precisely the right thing to do!Have we ever stopped to question the logic behind it? Wouldn't it make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1766271122123717993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1766271122123717993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/08/what-if.html' title='What if ...'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TGlRROqCukI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bZE2pPy-zUo/s72-c/rules.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-6017586824750373880</id><published>2010-08-15T17:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:39:21.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Om El Donya</title><summary type='text'>2alouli Masr Om el Donyaolt wa7shani we gailik ya ghalyarigi3t moshta2 ba3d seeenbadawar 3ala el 7ob wel 7aneenmakontish 2a3raf 2inou kan kameen7atta 2awil khatwa fiha kan fiha teenolt ghamad 3ineek, weftikirha min zaman2itghayarti ya Masr, dah akeed ginannizilt fi shawari3ha badawar 3ala ahlaha el tayebeenla2eet ragil 3agouz miskeen tayih been shari3eenoltilou ya 7ag malak shaklak tayih we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6017586824750373880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/6017586824750373880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/07/om-el-donya.html' title='Om El Donya'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TGhXYYbpZYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pSg0Rm47oUk/s72-c/NileFromAboveNarrowAngle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-3156504369149973347</id><published>2010-07-22T13:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:17:32.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You note (Arigatou)</title><summary type='text'>For the Angels and others who protectfor the Devil who made me question and understandfor the girl who wrote for me when I broke my left handfor the man who gave me directions when I was lostfor the lady at the store who smiled with no extra costfor the organizations who hired me and in me they trustfor the professors who challenged me believing I would deliver the resultsfor my family who I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3156504369149973347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/3156504369149973347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/07/thank-you-note.html' title='A Thank You note (Arigatou)'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TEiRZ6uOIYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QAp9fgRMvbw/s72-c/thank_you18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1335103957870379362</id><published>2010-06-13T22:14:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:58:44.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months at the Gym</title><summary type='text'>I work best when I have a deadline. I have 8 weeks ( 2 months) to get 'ripped' before I go on my trip. To maximum utilize this period time, I am getting a personal trainer. Aside from hitting the gym, I will also try to keep my 5km walk a day on track. My overall goal is to be healthy not thin. When the 8 weeks are over, I will write another blog about what I learned, how I managed to keep it up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1335103957870379362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1335103957870379362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/2-months-at-gym.html' title='2 months at the Gym'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TBJ3l-4BOXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_nSqsehTCwg/s72-c/Gardeningimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1959317524101444527</id><published>2010-06-05T21:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:19:19.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the one ON FIRE!</title><summary type='text'>2:00 A.M.Orange/red light coming from the outside. Main character opens the curtains to find a Nissan Altima right in front of the house on fire.2:01 A.M.Main character calls 911.911: 911, What is your emergency?Main character : fire911:  just a second ... what kind of fire?Main character: there is a car in front of my house on fire911: What is your address?Main character: 'his address'911: Can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1959317524101444527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1959317524101444527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/06/its-one-on-fire.html' title='It&apos;s the one ON FIRE!'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TAtJyqZApsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V9Lm6h_ohM0/s72-c/perma-voice-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-640798141345146818</id><published>2010-05-28T23:02:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:19:45.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please face life not a book</title><summary type='text'>After constant peer pressure and after running out of excuses, I created a Facebook account. I was a late adaptor. I bet you heard this from almost everyone who used Facebook, at first I was really excited when I was able to connect to all these old friends that I lost touch with for a while.And that was it. It got boring, and more boring to a point I closed it.Now whatNow what? I connected with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/640798141345146818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/640798141345146818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/please-face-life-not-book.html' title='Please face life not a book'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TACR8x4TJTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JM8pFz0ho5Q/s72-c/1269467437_icontexto-inside-facebook.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-5045185710305812261</id><published>2010-05-22T21:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:09:18.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making and the 3 Processes</title><summary type='text'>I like summaries. They make it easy for us to grasp ideas of a particular topic without going into great details. It's the same reason  I like maps and graphs! Or maybe just  because I am a left handed. So here is a summary attempt ...What I'm trying to accomplish hereIn a quest to group all areas of studies, find what is common between them, allowing me to see how they play a role in the big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5045185710305812261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/5045185710305812261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/3-processes-1-goal-and-decision-making.html' title='Decision Making and the 3 Processes'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/S_hjzT6rUVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Cj7ObitTMUA/s72-c/DNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-1810517470368496188</id><published>2010-05-15T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:20:25.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC: the civilized barbarians</title><summary type='text'>After 10 years of willing, I finally visited New York City. This is by no mean a tourist guide so don't expect me to talk about places I visited nor what is a must-see, for this I would use Google instead.I wasn't impressed NY, not at allLet me start by saying: screw Time Square and the empty midtown area  with its hommies selling me Broadway tickets, screw the  Empire State building with all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1810517470368496188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/1810517470368496188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/nyc-civilized-barbarians.html' title='NYC: the civilized barbarians'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/S_c6jGCQxZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4iFiaOOB1cg/s72-c/nikon-d300s-nyc-taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-4107565911238754104</id><published>2010-05-13T20:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:20:45.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA 2010 predictions &amp; Waving Flag</title><summary type='text'>Arabic version [Translation Provided] of K'naan's song Waving Flag with Nancy Ajram. The song was chosen as Coca-Cola's promotional anthem for the 2010 FIFA World Cup, to be held in South Africa. Download the MP3: K'naan ft. Nancy Ajram - Waving Flag That brings me to FIFA this year, we are running betting pool for this year games. We are even buying a huge TV to watch the games live and there is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/4107565911238754104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/4107565911238754104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/fifa-2010-predictions-waving-flag.html' title='FIFA 2010 predictions &amp; Waving Flag'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-8230151057203475297</id><published>2010-05-10T17:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:21:05.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you ALARM</title><summary type='text'>I can't hear anything, total silence with the expect of noises coming from far away . I am feeling cold .....The curtains open. What a scene, all my family, friends and everyone I know standing in front of me. Staring at me, expecting me to say something.... but what I am suppose to say!I don't know why I am here. I don't know where I am. I want to tell them, this is a dream, you are not real. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8230151057203475297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/8230151057203475297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/thank-you-alarm.html' title='thank you ALARM'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/S_RfjzePX2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/GI5nBfbx3HU/s72-c/blog_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-7376921044899041394</id><published>2010-05-08T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:55:55.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 25km walk: my own experience</title><summary type='text'>It was a wonderful Saturday, light rain but soon to go away. I am used to walk a 5km everyday at lunch time. Its a 2.5km to the nearest mall from work. I walk there get my lunch, walk back and eat it.Why run if you are not late?I like to walk. Its by far the most natural thing you can do. Running is for people who are late, I am not. I am enjoying life. When you are running you are alert, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7376921044899041394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/7376921044899041394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/25km-walk-was-it-worth-it.html' title='A 25km walk: my own experience'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/S_VNygPy9EI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MIPdsJSPhcE/s72-c/walking_sign4517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842086019278712990.post-2177667295092751400</id><published>2010-05-01T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:50:51.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From complex to simple and back</title><summary type='text'>Here is my dilemma: How can I go about comprehending very complex concepts and ideas using only my limited knowledge and experience.Short answer:I simply can not, or at least not at once.Long answer: Why is it that people try to comprehend a very complex task all at once? During my undergrad studies as an Engineering student, I learnt a very key concept: iteration. We can not reach perfection </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2177667295092751400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842086019278712990/posts/default/2177667295092751400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.omarnada.com/2010/05/from-complex-to-simple-and-back.html' title='From complex to simple and back'/><author><name>Omar N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03748723278944181400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/TTr6jqq-7vI/AAAAAAAAA0E/tGUIBrsH04k/s220/omar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zLmwiPfgcE/S_RCS8PKx5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z8HK0e9UAH8/s72-c/6a00e54ff96dbe8834012877a6948f970c-320wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
