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&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5960228291805834" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;One could argue that Obama’s first term as the President has been similar to President Bartlet’s first term in the West Wing. Both had far from impressive starts. Then near the end of the first season, we find the Bartlet administration desperately trying to deal with a leaked memo -- a memo which undermined the weaknesses of all that was Bartlet (ironically, written by one of his staffers). However, with this episode there came a sudden shift in attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Let Bartlet be Bartlet.” Instead of putting out a constant deluge of fires, President Bartlet decides to take the bull by it’s horns. This important game changer is reflected immediately there on. The administration starts taking into consideration issues that had gotten them elected, instead of trying to make everyone happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;President Obama’s address to a Joint Session of the Congress on the 8th, to me seemed like a similar game changer for the Obama Administration. For once, one could sense a more aggressive and getting things done attitude. At this juncture in time, this is exactly what the country requires of him. After all, in a country of over 307 million people, the President can’t make everyone happy, but could work towards some of the promises of his 2008 campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;What I’m trying to say is, “Let Obama be Obama.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pme6ScIq-Cs/TnWhdr5mXjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ygBtsxtise8/s1600/AOE.III.Rockies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pme6ScIq-Cs/TnWhdr5mXjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ygBtsxtise8/s400/AOE.III.Rockies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.19349481188692153" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Our usual weekends encompass not being at home. There’s something always going on. At times like these, it’s nice to have a weekend off to yourself. However, when I do have time to spare on my weekend mornings, Farzeed and I take on the enemy in Age of Empires III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Yes, it’s a little out dated, but it’s our current vice of choice. Preferably, I’d play something similar to Command and Conquer (The Generals) due to my obsession with tanks, but we easily out do the computer and most human players tend to cheat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;With AOE, we had won against the Expert in all the large maps, but today after numerous campaigns in the Rockies (which is smaller), victory was ours. Yes, we did the impossible and won. But surprising as it may seem to Cathleen, we’ll probably give it another shot, taking on adversaries of the human kind instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9632903374731541" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My love affair with Netflix started about 5 years ago, when a friend of mine gifted me a four month membership to the service. There was a Frank Sinatra movie I had been dying to watch and couldn’t find anywhere. My friend was sure it would be available on Netflix, and behold, there it was. As disappointing as the movie had been (I had previously seen it when I was 8 or 9), Netflix was more than impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Even though I was on somewhat of a tight budget, I continued to support one of my favorite dot coms. Netflix didn’t disappoint, continually improving their service and adding instant movies to their arsenal. Like many of their customers in the bay area, I was asked if I could come in for a focus group at their headquarters in Los Gatos. They asked me about my experiences and how I would improve certain aspects of the site. The one thing I pressed on was bringing Instant Play to the XBox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Six months later, Netflix announced that they were bringing Instant Play for the Xbox 360. Other consoles followed over the years. The movies available increased and the cost of the subscription fell. However, the selection of movies has always been limited. The newer Batman movies never made it to Instant Play, and neither have any of the HBO productions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So, why did our relationship get sour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Even though I own a copy of the Dark Knight, I’m too lazy to walk over to the DVD rack and look through our collection for it. When I’m sitting at the computer, watching it on Netflix would be the prime choice. But as I mentioned earlier, it never made it to Instant Play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Movies I had watched half way, like Zombieland, disappeared a couple of weeks later when I sat down to watch them with my wife. This is very annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Netflix made a deal with the production companies that they wouldn’t have the movies available on Instant Play for at least 28 days after the DVD was released. All of a sudden, Red Box, down at your nearest grocery store sounds more appealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;They decided that you had to pay extra if you wanted DVDs delivered at your door. I only used that option once in a blue moon, but it was something nice to have. This is also the reason why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; their stock &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2011/09/15/technology/netflix/index.htm?hpt=hp_t2"&gt;plunged&lt;/a&gt; today (along with the one below.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; list-style-type: disc; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Starz Play decided to break up with Netflix as well. Why is that such a big downer? Because Starz supplied Netflix with a lot of their content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;And thus, I’ve decided to break up with Netflix as well. Even though I’m a big fan of the cooperate culture at Netflix, it’s quickly sliding down from the pedestal it was once on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.769297658232972" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It’s funny how nouns become verbs. If you want to search something on the Internets, the term often used is “to Google it”. In a similar way, whenever my brother Omar, and his best friend Adeel would get into an argument, they would engage in name calling. Being die hard Beatles fans, instead of using four letter words, they’d call each “Lennon”, their least favorite Beatle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Cathleen and I do something similar. We’ve associated certain names to certain attributes that people in our lives posses. As you might have figured, these attributes are usually of the negative type. And thus, those names shall not be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Cathleen and I experimented with Tim Ferriss's "slow-carb" diet over the past few weeks, the results were dramatic. I started off at around 182 lbs on the 21st of February and have managed to get down to 168 lbs today. I am happy to announce that the bulge above my waist that used to resemble a 2-month pregnancy has magically disappeared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is this magical Tim Ferris diet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our typical dinner while on the diet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more protein. We had a whole lot more chicken, eggs and beef than usually did. Each meal must consist of at least 20 grams of protein. Skipping a meal is not really an option.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make sure you have breakfast within an hour of waking up. Even better if you can hit the 30 grams of protein mark. Cathleen relied on boiled eggs while I usually made an&amp;nbsp;omelette with spinach and artichoke hearts. And an addition to that we often had a protein shake in between breakfast and lunch.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We ate a lot of green vegetables. Most white food like bread, rice, pasta and potatoes were strictly avoided. No dairy either, I had my coffee black, no cream or sugar. Cottage cheese is one of the exceptions to the rule.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No juice or sodas. No sugar. 16 oz of diet soda was the only thing allowed.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Beans and lentils (daal) were a good addition to the diet. If you're not a big fan of beans, try them with some salsa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;This is a 6 day ritual, the 7th day must be a binge day. Eat your heart out on the binge day but try to not start off the day with sugar. Also, drink a lot of water.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also important to note that you keep track of your fat loss. Measure your weight religiously every morning. &lt;b&gt;Measurement = motivation&lt;/b&gt;. I noticed that the readings were a little more pleasing after the morning urinary displacement. The average man urinates 600 ml, which adds up to a lb of water weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a two week experiment, you can see a slight gain of weight after some carb in-take the past week. However, I've tried to keep this to a minimum (except for the two day cookie binge at the in-laws).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-4806815039099371027?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post it in bag of Chocolate Chip Cookies: "Ahmed Keep Out"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's certainly not the best kept secret at my parent's house, I love cookies. My mother was known to hide cookies from me while growing up because I devoured them like the cookie monster. Now, I have warning labels at my in-laws when it comes to cookies. If the trend continues, the Surgeon General will probably follow suit and make it mandatory for confectioners to carry a similar warning label on their packaging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-31570674689270525?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A little after Cathleen's mother and aunt had left so that they could recharge at home, we heard this car honking away speeding towards the front doors of the hospital - makes you wonder why, but the emergency is somewhere in the back. Out of the car, a woman dressed in black, screaming out loud, headed in the door then headed back towards the car, opened the back door, continued screaming. Slowly, yet&amp;nbsp;steadily, nurses, doctors, whatever, started to rush towards the front of the hospital. It was dead prior to all this&amp;nbsp;commotion, heck, when we walked in there was no one in the huge lobby except for the security guard at his desk. Within minutes there were other nurses pushing a wheel chair, one of those beds on wheels and other equipment. Some were in no shape to run a 100 meter dash, but somehow they managed it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few minutes later, the same bed was being pushed to the emergency area by at least a dozen people, a man lying on it with a nurse on top of him, pumping his chest for dear life, over and over again, like a scene from ER or Grey's Anatomy, the only difference was that it was real.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cathleen texted me a few minutes ago, the guy didn't make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-455418995308844080?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess that sums it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-1177831201099607919?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5uq2TCkB9OpWp95h7z5ef5o6dEE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5uq2TCkB9OpWp95h7z5ef5o6dEE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~4/p8nSpXNGbNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ahmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8715867488410941295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3132344&amp;postID=8715867488410941295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/8715867488410941295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/8715867488410941295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~3/p8nSpXNGbNQ/chapter-1.html" title="Penny Lane" /><author><name>Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237861102912818772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ahmed.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AESX86fip7ImA9WBNVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132344.post-115658156464249515</id><published>2006-08-26T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:41:48.116-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-08-26T01:41:48.116-07:00</app:edited><title>Someday I'll be Saturday Night</title><content type="html">Today was better than the last few days, probably just because the mood was right. My cousin told me that he was going to come over so I asked him if he had had any dinner. He hadn't so I made us some good old chicken, still have to marinate some of it for tomorrow though. While I made dinner, I inundated him with tech news and moded his firefox. I guess it's fun being the family guru, though at times it can get tiresome. I'm on track for a better tomorrow (I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/1600/DSC01534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/320/DSC01534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last night's dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-115658156464249515?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-bO1WgLjsJLfOuK10jODbSZ_ZE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-bO1WgLjsJLfOuK10jODbSZ_ZE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~4/OlJoG3rkS4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ahmed.blogspot.com/feeds/115658156464249515/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3132344&amp;postID=115658156464249515" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/115658156464249515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/115658156464249515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~3/OlJoG3rkS4s/someday-ill-be-saturday-night.html" title="Someday I'll be Saturday Night" /><author><name>Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237861102912818772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ahmed.blogspot.com/2006/08/someday-ill-be-saturday-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBQHs5eyp7ImA9WBNXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132344.post-115423645151208456</id><published>2006-07-29T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:14:11.523-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-07-29T22:14:11.523-07:00</app:edited><title>Alice and Kaleem</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/1600/DSC01484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/400/DSC01484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/1600/DSC01485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/39/400/DSC01485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like everyday is ICE CREAM DAY! Having ice cream has become a daily tradition lately. I think I'm having ice cream almost twice a day these days, or sometimes none. The chocolate ice cream at Safeway is pretty darn good. You should try it out sometime too! Sweeeeeeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-115423645151208456?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/njZd4d1TED0vlvwluqnTNro9M7Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/njZd4d1TED0vlvwluqnTNro9M7Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~4/CFmiOz9JP7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ahmed.blogspot.com/feeds/115423645151208456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3132344&amp;postID=115423645151208456" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/115423645151208456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132344/posts/default/115423645151208456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsToldByAhmed/~3/CFmiOz9JP7k/alice-and-kaleem.html" title="Alice and Kaleem" /><author><name>Ahmed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11237861102912818772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ahmed.blogspot.com/2006/07/alice-and-kaleem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYAR30zeCp7ImA9WBNQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132344.post-115390014636936231</id><published>2006-07-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:49:06.380-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-07-26T00:49:06.380-07:00</app:edited><title>Terrible Terrible</title><content type="html">It was a terrible day today, simply because I woke up really late. Is 2:00 PM a time to wake up? That's like wasting half a day. How depressing. The Programmer's life however goes on, with a little good old Quake 3 Arena on the side. Yes, it may seem nostalgic, but Q3A still has a lot of playing to be done with. Tomorrow shall be better, fo sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132344-115390014636936231?l=ahmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really productive day. My kitchen, kitchenette, or whatever you want to call it is as clean as a whistle again. I cleaned up the rest of my apartment too, and gave my self a good rinse as well. As far as cooking is concerned, I made something like Chicken Karhai, but not really Chicken Karahi. It was something I just put together by throwing in this and that, it didn't turn out too bad though :)
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