<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8971745413465904775</id><updated>2024-10-24T19:27:49.883-07:00</updated><category term="Palestine"/><category term="ahmed helmy"/><category term="assal eswed"/><category term="life"/><category term="movie"/><category term="movies"/><category term="omar khairat"/><category term="personal"/><category term="refugees"/><category term="signs"/><title type='text'>Almost there</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-1901917875877792658</id><published>2014-12-10T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-10T16:58:24.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Expectations from a PhD - Fall 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
So my first semester is one report away, it&#39;s safe now to contemplate for a while. Just breathe ...&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s not as hard as I thought, thanks of course to the great advice of my great advisor and mentor. I took it slow and had the time to explore, get to know people, get to know the city, and get to know myself in this new environment. There is more structure to things now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I entered the PhD with the goal of shaping the philosophy that will guide my future endeavors. &quot;To observe processes and to construct means is science; to criticize and coordinate ends is philosophy, that&#39;s what I had in my statement of purpose. I still believe that to be my goal. However, through this semester I started to look closer to fill some of the missing bits and pieces of that bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking with people, attending thesis proposals, and just watching people pass by, I am starting to get caught up in the loop of the narrow view that should get me to that bigger picture. And I can&#39;t be happier, I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do and having the freedom to guide my work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know now that I need to read more, be more confident, be a little calmer, and definitely listen more than I speak. Be challenging but not offensive, professional but not indifferent, and always have time for my family, my friends, and myself. I&lt;br /&gt;
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I know now that I need to build my own systems, and learn how to analyze other&#39;s .. fast. And not get lost in the gigantic volumes of data the world is throwing our way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am happy that I am developing as research and more importantly as a human being, thanks to every wonderful spirit that entered my life in the past 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s there .. always .. haunting me ...&lt;div&gt;
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That picture ... the good one ... not the perfect one ... and not the real one either .. the one with you smiling and giving me that look ... that look that made me feel alive for the first time in my entire existence ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It should have been forever, or at least for a while, but not like that ... how did I miss it .. was it me that got us that far? ... the guilt .. I hate you for that ... no no no !!!! ... NOO !! .. I CAN&#39;T HATE YOU!! .. I just don&#39;t love you .. and it hurts ... like tearing my heart out of my chest and telling it that it doesn&#39;t belong there anymore ... and sadly, deep inside, my heart knows ... it knows that it should be cast away for now ... probably for good ... for the greater good ... we worked so hard for us, we worked so hard for this ...&lt;/div&gt;
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My heart leaves ... it abandons us ... it abandons me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Events that gives you a new perspective on life are rare, mind blowing and life changing chances .. either take them and change or just stick to the status quo ..&lt;br /&gt;
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No pressure .. &amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;you know .. no need to rush things nor take any hasty decisions .. first you enjoy or mourn over your new acquired piece of information .. and when you are dealing with yourself there is no rights and wrongs .. because what is the worst thing that could happen ? .. it&#39;s only you .. you&#39;ll just get more of whatever you are already having .. you&#39;re not hurting anybody else ..&amp;nbsp;and things can&#39;t be that bad ..&amp;nbsp;you have been alive so far, right ?&lt;br /&gt;
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How can anything go wrong when you are deliberately doing it .. even if bad things end up happening .. can you call that things going wrong ? .. for real ! .. who are you kidding ? .. you did it .. you caused that .. knowing exactly what could happen .. and now it&#39;s time to meet the making of your own hands .. it went right .. just right ..&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s funny how we manage to point hands .. find someone or even something &quot;else&quot; to blame .. it can&#39;t be me .. it couldn&#39;t have been .. no one can do oneself that much pain .. hurt ..&amp;nbsp;agony&amp;nbsp;.. .. and just one night you know .. and the next morning nothing is the same .. or is it ?&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/357912976748687852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/12/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/357912976748687852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/357912976748687852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective '/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-5492475222709839572</id><published>2012-05-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T17:02:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5250/5375139800_d4fea7937e.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;138&quot; src=&quot;http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5250/5375139800_d4fea7937e.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I want to write .. it doesn&#39;t really matter why I am doing it .. maybe I am just documenting moments that I know I want to remember for the rest of my life .. and maybe I am just inspired .. does it really matter ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I was done .. done with setting my goals for the phase at hand .. accepting life for what it is and sailing my ship into the well known future of mine towards the undiscovered shores of success that&amp;nbsp;sailors&amp;nbsp;around me are always whispering about .. it wasn&#39;t long before I became obsessed by these tales .. and everything else became irrelevant .. and the world went silent as I started my journey ...&lt;br /&gt;
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... it wasn&#39;t until I started facing my new found fear of land that I realized something .. &amp;nbsp;I realized how lucky one can be to have friends and to be a friend .. to know that you&#39;re sharing and helping shape the life of another human being, caring about every detail, hoping for the best ..&lt;br /&gt;
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and just like that land became the safe haven it should be .. instead of being a reminder that I am not there yet and that I still have not payed my dues it became the stepping stone from which I start my journeys exploring both the unknown and challenging what everyone thought they knew ..&lt;br /&gt;
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and one question becomes the question ... but it&#39;s not mine to answer !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5492475222709839572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/05/question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/5492475222709839572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/5492475222709839572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/05/question.html' title='The Question'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-3671956197700335449</id><published>2012-04-19T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T17:39:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
To my surprise when I meet an acquaintance of mine only a small set of issues or events pop to my head. Of all my life experiences, of all the world events and of all the things I know that this friend knows, only one or two headlines become the constant focus of our talks and in few years we start representing these topics to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Others, on the other hand, represent our whole life, each and every experience, we see each other for the person we really are, flawed, beautiful, sad and fun, the whole deal and no secrets. These are the ones to keep for the whole journey.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3671956197700335449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/04/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/3671956197700335449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/3671956197700335449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2012/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-818981338198318104</id><published>2011-11-12T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:58:45.898-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="signs"/><title type='text'>The Invisible Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Signs ...&lt;br /&gt;
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They are everywhere ... on the radio ... in the face of a stranger ... in a friend&#39;s reflex ... in being late to something you thought important ... or even in a dream ... everything happens for a reason, doesn&#39;t it ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Signs are always there ... always guiding us ... at least for those of us that learn to listen ... listen to the simplest of things and accept them exactly the way they are ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Signs don&#39;t need our&amp;nbsp;interpretations ... it is simply what it is ... they don&#39;t obey our wishes ... and they are always pointing to somewhere ... something that would affect us deeply ... a lesson to be learned ... a path that should be taken&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of the time they are just too subtle for us to notice ... we see them ... that&#39;s the whole point ... we see them ... but we don&#39;t really see them ... for a while now I have been a good listener ... maybe not a very good follower ... but I can spot a sign when it&#39;s there ...&lt;br /&gt;
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What has been bothering me the past few days is that I can clearly spot a few signs ... things with a huge impact on how things go ... but I can&#39;t really understand their point ... you can tell when something is happening for a reason ... a huge reason ... and it&#39;s killing me that I can&#39;t find out what the reason may be behind what&#39;s happening now ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I can tell that it&#39;s going to be interesting watching these events unfold ... I love a good plot ...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/818981338198318104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/11/invisible-guide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/818981338198318104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/818981338198318104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/11/invisible-guide.html' title='The Invisible Guide'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-5900081993774187697</id><published>2011-11-07T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:41:40.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>114 Days to Get My Shit Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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The past 294 days represented my worst performance throughout the past 8 years and this should end ...&lt;br /&gt;
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But before I start on the 114 days long journey of getting my shit together I must be true to myself with what I think is going wrong with everything ... also I must know what the 294 days added to me ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I have no idea what I want ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On a personal level I have no idea where my life is going ... I know exactly what I want only when it comes to my career, I know how to assess my options against my skills and make a very good choice ... But on a personal level my personal life is a mess ... in a nutshell &quot;it is the way it was 8 years ago and it seems that it will be this way for the next 8 years&quot; ... and that&#39;s not even close to what I had planned, by the way everything else is, in a way, the way I planned ...&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem is, I don&#39;t know what I want to be able to do anything about it ... the good thing is, I have the next 114 days to figure that out ... I need to know exactly what I want and how I want it ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am losing time ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t meet any of the deadlines I put to myself ... I am wasting time doing&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;nothing, something I was longing to do just a year ago but now I have gone too far ... I can&#39;t find that fire that has been driving me my whole life ... It&#39;s not gone yet, I know it&#39;s there, but it has not been fed any fuel for a while ...&lt;br /&gt;
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My strongest asset and my worst weakness has always been that fire because if not the source of what I am doing then I won&#39;t do it the way it should be done, and&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;nothing I am doing now has anything to do with that fire.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get back to what I love to do and just do it and enjoy the hell out of doing it ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am losing faith ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what I believe in anymore ... I don&#39;t feel like I belong to any of the sides that suddenly appeared after the 25th of jan ... In a nutshell, I don&#39;t know who is who and what is what and where do &quot;Life, the Universe and Everything Else&quot; fit in all of that ... I need to be doing things cuz I want to not cuz I have to and it&#39;s really hard to answer &quot;Why I should be wanting to do the things that I have to do ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am on, literally, a life long&amp;nbsp;journey&amp;nbsp;to true&amp;nbsp;enlightenment&amp;nbsp;and the answer to the questions I have been posing for the past 4 years led me to one answer &quot;Having my own Philosophy&quot; and right there I should have what I want to do and what I have to do as one ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I should settle on some answers to some of the big questions during the next 114 days, it&#39;s about time anyway ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Everything is just tasting a little bit less ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a very bad habit of doing every/only the things I want to do ... this had led me to a very unhealthy life style and it takes the taste of the things that I used to do only when I needed to ... So I need to start doing some of the stuff that I need to do and don&#39;t want to do ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately the next 114 days are not the best days to start that but that&#39;s the whole point of not doing what I don&#39;t want to do, isn&#39;t it ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;But I am much stronger now ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am not afraid anymore ... I am not that nervous nor that worried anymore ... I am, for the first time, a calm patient person ... I can stand for myself in situations I thought should be avoided (whatever it takes - a blessing or a curse is yet to be decided) ... I am not sure yet if those&amp;nbsp;characteristics&amp;nbsp;are worth wasting 294 days but I am sure I&#39;ll know soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Plan ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing at a time ... slowly but surely ... and publicly&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So why go public ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I need your help, if you care enough to even skim to this &lt;b&gt;word &lt;/b&gt;then you can help ... a word of advice, a word of encouragement or any other act of support ... it would mean a lot to me and would help me know that you are really there for me ... for your friend&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5900081993774187697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/11/114-days-to-get-my-shit-together.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/5900081993774187697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/5900081993774187697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/11/114-days-to-get-my-shit-together.html' title='114 Days to Get My Shit Together'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-6701788852128129660</id><published>2011-06-28T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:02:27.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music as I hear it: Eels - All The Beautiful Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Here is a song that I can&#39;t think expresses anything but the loneliness of a single guy in love. I am not sure that I am that guy. But this much I know for sure, that even if I became that guy, I wouldn&#39;t do anything but do nothing at all ... maybe listen to this Eels&#39;s song a few times and write a blog post about it ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy the depressing lyrics ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyday I wake up, wonder why&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m alone when I know I&#39;m a lovely guy&lt;br /&gt;
Birds come down from sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;
See all the beautiful things you do&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t I just get with you&lt;br /&gt;
Every night I carry out my plan&lt;br /&gt;
Pray to God that one day I could be your man&lt;br /&gt;
Birds come down from sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;
See all the beautiful things you do&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t I just get with&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;d be my only friend in the world&lt;br /&gt;
Well you could just be my girl&lt;br /&gt;
And if I do run away from this life&lt;br /&gt;
There won&#39;t be much for me in the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;
Although I know that you don&#39;t even care&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d rather stay in a world where&lt;br /&gt;
Birds come down from sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;
See all the beautiful things you do&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t I just get with you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6701788852128129660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-as-i-hear-it-eels-all-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6701788852128129660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6701788852128129660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-as-i-hear-it-eels-all-beautiful.html' title='Music as I hear it: Eels - All The Beautiful Things'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-1986932062855047283</id><published>2011-06-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:19:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&quot;What would history students think of us ??&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just six months ago I had a very&amp;nbsp;pessimistic&amp;nbsp;answer to that question. I thought that we&#39;d be looked at like those who allowed the Greeks, the Romans, the Turks&amp;nbsp;and the English to rule Egypt without a word loud enough to be remembered. People that history forgets soon enough. But how wrong I have been ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are living one of the most interesting periods in Egypt&#39;s history. Being part of any sector of the Egyptian society you&#39;ll get to notice how everyone is starting to change. Even if they haven&#39;t made up their minds yet on what they want to be, everyone is ceasing to be his or her old self looking for his or her part of the much anticipated bright future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I have been noticing also is that we are not given an answer to what should we do next ? The answer to that question for all Egyptians six months ago is to &quot;bring down the regime&quot; but that period is long gone now and &quot;prosecuting&amp;nbsp;the regime&#39;s figures&quot; is not something for everyone to do, it something that we want so is ruling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet you find a huge number of parties forming so fast with a lot of overlapping major goals and differences in minor goals. This makes me wonder what they&#39;ll be focusing on really after -if- they get elected, the greatest goals or to fight for those minor causes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replacing&amp;nbsp;&quot;bringing down the regime&quot;&amp;nbsp;with another national project is what a lot of &amp;nbsp;politicians, thinkers and even scientists are suggesting now&amp;nbsp;with no REAL project that touches the lives of all&amp;nbsp;Egyptians&amp;nbsp;out there. &amp;nbsp;Maybe because we&#39;re still in a transitional phase but with the&amp;nbsp;parliament election almost here we should be seeing at least some hints. Either way that&#39;s not what I think that we need right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I think we need is a &quot;National Source of&amp;nbsp;Inspiration&quot;. In other words we need a national source of hope. That&#39;s what made the&amp;nbsp;revolution&amp;nbsp;work in the first place. Instead of thinking of our generation as the &quot;internet generation&quot; with blundering thoughts and no real goals,&amp;nbsp;our parents, rulers and the rest of the world&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;saw real heros taking a stand against a&amp;nbsp;tyrant&amp;nbsp;that no one had the heart to really say no to, taking the beating and growing stronger with every martyr they lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That spirit is what made the Egyptians rebel and I think that&#39;s exactly what we need in this phase. We need to learn to ask the right questions not ask for the impossible and to expect real actions towards a better government not to expect magic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, we need a government that can direct and lead the unstoppable need for change in everyone of us towards a better Egyptian community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1986932062855047283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1986932062855047283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1986932062855047283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thought.html' title='A Random Thought'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-6423554475360838681</id><published>2011-06-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:40:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so random quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&quot;Never, never marry, my dear fellow! That&#39;s my advice: never marry till you can say to yourself that &lt;b&gt;you have done all you are capable of&lt;/b&gt;, and until you have &lt;b&gt;ceased to love the woman of your choice&lt;/b&gt; and have seen her &lt;b&gt;plainly as she is&lt;/b&gt;, or else you will make a cruel and irrevocable mistake. Marry when you are old and good for nothing- or all that is good and noble in you will be lost. It will all be wasted on trifles. Yes! Yes! Yes! Don&#39;t look at me with such surprise. If you marry expecting anything from yourself in the future, you will feel at every step that for you all is ended, all is closed except the drawing room, where you will be ranged side by side with a court lackey and an idiot!... But what&#39;s the good?...&quot; Prince Andrew - War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6423554475360838681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-random-quotes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6423554475360838681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6423554475360838681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-random-quotes.html' title='Not so random quotes'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-8390667300741599758</id><published>2011-06-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:00:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It All an ACT ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve had so many ideas that I wanted to mention here ... what I do is that I wait for a few hours and if I still have the urge to write a post I do ... well ... I didn&#39;t have that urge till today ... and damn it !! it&#39;s too personal ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had one of the most insightful conversations I had in months&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost everyone that knows me know that I have a &quot;crisis&quot; in my personal life ... Hmm ... it&#39;s not that bad ... I just have no idea where it&#39;s going ... and you might have already guessed it, I HAVE to know where everything is going with my life ...&lt;br /&gt;
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What I said casually today revealed a huge part of what I think is my problem and that is &quot;I am insecure&quot; ... maybe you think I am not and maybe you think I totally am ... I hadn&#39;t been able to face some of my personal fears because - I think - I lack what it takes to take them down ... maybe I don&#39;t have the courage or maybe I don&#39;t think I have it so I never tried to find it ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I consider my professional life an extraordinary one (not so insecure, almost too&amp;nbsp;arrogant) ... I made all the unusual decisions ... I am taking an unusual path exploring my way through it with no doubts nor regrets ...&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand my personal life is a mess ... if I even have one ... although I have no regrets (that a rule) I have my doubts ... I rarely see my friends ... I rarely get to have any real conversations ... and other stuff I deleted because I can&#39;t share it ... and finally I am&amp;nbsp;obsessed&amp;nbsp;with one problem that identifies me for the time being ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Will I ever have someone to share my life with ???&quot; ... well, my answer is NO and today I got a brand new answer to the question WHY for that NO ... I lack the confidence, maybe the courage or maybe both to have it otherwise ... I always thought I was arrogant, conceited, vain (I am having the GRE General soon) ......... &lt;br /&gt;
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But the words that came out of my mouth today tells me otherwise ... I am totally frightened by &quot;getting rejected for who I am not what I do&quot; ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8390667300741599758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-all-act.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/8390667300741599758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/8390667300741599758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-all-act.html' title='Is It All an ACT ?'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-1860605210460071806</id><published>2011-05-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:22:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Movies .. good ones at least have what I call &quot;the drug effect&quot; ... it helps lose my focus on my life and for a brief moment have no recollection of anything that has been on my mind ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I watched two good movies &quot;Dear John&quot; and &quot;Love and Other Drugs&quot; ... The first is by Nicholas Sparks so as always a great romantic story with a twist and unexpected ending, the soundtrack is amazing especially &quot;Paperweight&quot; by Joshua Radin and Schuyler Fisk and &quot;Little House&quot; by the movie&#39;s leading actress Amanda &amp;nbsp;Seyfried ... So here is the quote that I want to share from &quot;Dear John&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The problem with time, I&#39;ve learned, whether it&#39;s those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as ever was - &lt;i&gt;I&#39;ll see you soon then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And as for &quot;Love and Other Drugs&quot; (which I don&#39;t recommend for any conservative viewers that might be reading this post) it&#39;s a really great story about what we need vs. what we want and what really matters at the end ... Also it has the best &quot;I Love You&quot; scene I have seen in a while ... The quote I want to share is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I&#39;m full of shit, okay? No I&#39;m... I&#39;m *knowingly* full of shit. Because, uh... because uh, uh... I have... I have *never* cared about anybody or anything in my entire life. And the thing is, everybody just kind of accepted that. Like, &quot;That&#39;s just Jamie.&quot; And then you!... Jesus. *You*. You. You didn&#39;t see me that way. I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough. Until I met you. And then you made me believe it, too. So, uh... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;unfortunately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;i&gt;I need you. And you need me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So that&#39;s enough sharing for today on my part ... please share your&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;movies and suggest movies that I should be watching ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1860605210460071806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/05/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1860605210460071806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1860605210460071806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2011/05/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-7624782579593851520</id><published>2010-12-09T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:39:09.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ll always remember your smile ... that beautiful kind face&amp;nbsp;smiling&amp;nbsp;... your&amp;nbsp;generous&amp;nbsp;spirit&amp;nbsp;... your open arms&amp;nbsp;... your wise words ... your kind words ... always there for me though I rarely deserved them ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought that I&#39;ll always have you ... I took seeing your beautiful face and hearing your sweet voice for granted .., and now they are just memories ... memories ... and you&#39;re gone ... ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I want you back ... I can&#39;t hang on to memories ... memories that&amp;nbsp;squeeze the tears out&amp;nbsp;my heart ... so I let some go and keep some close ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I am older now ... I understand ... I thought I never would but at least I am alive ... not always living though ...&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish you all the best anyone can have ... and that I&#39;ll be able to see your sweet face and hear your kind words once more ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Always Yours,&lt;br /&gt;
Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;
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This letter is addressed to all my dear ones that are not with me now :)&lt;br /&gt;
Inspired by a dozen faces living on memories</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7624782579593851520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7624782579593851520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7624782579593851520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-9124026410807293302</id><published>2010-12-02T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:38:02.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking magic out of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://r8qydg.blu.livefilestore.com/y1msdYXO9ypg4I0lIRkGYtmkbI58oKB1twVOKxs1bD-sIoHj6J6gJhM6iCNE6-JcFEl00Om20jjbDZvlmBHvfMdtnzS3Nws0EW3YWl9AbcJ0i44YYzYfIbPd-E32XJCwjbwkyhkVULzmug/And%20then%20a%20Miracle%20Occurs%5B2%5D.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://r8qydg.blu.livefilestore.com/y1msdYXO9ypg4I0lIRkGYtmkbI58oKB1twVOKxs1bD-sIoHj6J6gJhM6iCNE6-JcFEl00Om20jjbDZvlmBHvfMdtnzS3Nws0EW3YWl9AbcJ0i44YYzYfIbPd-E32XJCwjbwkyhkVULzmug/And%20then%20a%20Miracle%20Occurs%5B2%5D.png&quot; width=&quot;164&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;maybe not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is a miracle ... the fact that you&#39;re able to see the words, let alone reading them, is a real miracle ...&lt;br /&gt;
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What would happen if you didn&#39;t have anyone to explain how that works to you &amp;nbsp;?? ... you&#39;d probably come up with something ... &amp;nbsp;if you&#39;re not&amp;nbsp;interested&amp;nbsp;in computers your&amp;nbsp;explanation&amp;nbsp;will be much more fun to you than any scientific explanation ... though you already know that&#39;s just how you see it and there is probably some other&amp;nbsp;weird&amp;nbsp;scientific explanation of it you&#39;ll feel good about ... maybe even content&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if you are a geek all about science and facts guy, you don&#39;t know what&#39;s on the other end of a black hole , what causes cancer ??, how even are humans&amp;nbsp;conscious ?? ... these are questions that you&#39;ll hear a dozen different explanations for ranging from what could only be viewed as&amp;nbsp;miraculous&amp;nbsp;magic to quantifications and cold hard math ... but you have your own explanation that you have settled on and feel comfortable with ...&lt;br /&gt;
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So where am I going with this ??? ... some questions are better left unanswered for at least some of us ... leaving science aside ... the way I see it all scientific questions must be answered ... but let&#39;s see another type of questions ... the type of question like&amp;nbsp;&quot;do I deserve this ??&quot;,&amp;nbsp;&quot;why does she love me ??&quot;, &quot;am I dying ??&quot;, &quot;does my child remember me and thinks of me as much as I do ??&quot; ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you REALLY want to know ... for all you know the answer could be REALLY disappointing ... an answer you come up with is an answer you&#39;ll know how to live with and there&#39;ll be always the fact that you doesn&#39;t know it for sure ... but if answered .......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;That&#39;s the type of questions I don&#39;t like answered ... what&#39;s yours???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9124026410807293302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-magic-out-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/9124026410807293302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/9124026410807293302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-magic-out-of-life.html' title='Taking magic out of life'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-9070951592336196267</id><published>2010-11-24T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T03:44:08.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one told me it was gonna be like this</title><content type='html'>WELL ... college is over ... kind of, I am grad student you know ...&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I finished the last thing that had to do with my undergrad life I had to make one of the biggest decisions I have ever had to make ... academia vs. industry ... I have always known what I wanted and sometimes I even knew what I needed but actually making a decision I know will affect the rest of my life and will be the base of every career decision I&#39;ll ever make from this point on was an experience unlike any I have ever lived ... having so many parameters to take in and even more I knew I was missing ... making this decision hit me hard ... and that was the easy one&lt;br /&gt;
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Now faced by even bigger decisions ... I am not complaining I know it&#39;s a part of the growing up process ... but NO ONE TOLD ME it was gonna be like this ... or maybe nothing any one could have said would have prepared me for it ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Heading for mandatory military service ...&amp;nbsp;a dozen of opportunities gone astray and&amp;nbsp;at least a year of my precious life WASTED ... this experience is giving me a chance to contemplate on what I am going to do next ... something I always thought I knew ...&lt;br /&gt;
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So the biggest decision shows up ... to marry or not to marry ... ... ... and I can say that by far this decision is the hardest decision I&#39;ll ever have to make and it&#39;s the most risky, irrational, irresponsible, unnecessary and even idiotic ... of course I am&amp;nbsp;exaggerating ... or am I ??&lt;br /&gt;
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To whom ... that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;irrelevant&amp;nbsp;... at least till I make up my mind that I am going to get married first ... I mean now ... it&#39;s not like I don&#39;t want to get married ever ... but this a decision that will shape my life in every single way ... at this point of my life I can see myself driving fast on a mountain side with no breaks nor safety belts, depending only on good judgement with virtually nothing to lose ... even if I ended up falling to mountain&#39;s foot I&#39;ll be able to put myself together and go up again ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Marriage is like adding package to this speeding car ... precious, irreplaceable package ... risking everything now is risking only me ... and I&#39;ll always have my family to do damage control in case something really bad happens ... but adding this package to the equation ... it doesn&#39;t add up&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if she was a risk loving, supporting and wise package ... she is package that I need to protect and secure ... I have to be the responsible one or at least responsible ... now I am only responsible for myself and that&#39;s not such a big&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;and I know just how far I can go before I crack and how to mend those cracks ... but I am not getting married to get that package cracked or to even risk cracking her ...&lt;br /&gt;
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OF COURSE there is a whole other issue I didn&#39;t mention ... the stupid marriage laws that our community has put ...&amp;nbsp;apartment, car, income, security ...............&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not following any of these laws ... I have my future to work on not some stupid over priced apartment ... I live to a certain standard and I am not giving it up and of course I have no intention to forcing my package to live a hair below that standard ... how I secure that level has nothing to do with what I can afford now ... I guess that&#39;s a discussion to be saved for the package&#39;s parents, family and friends ... this&#39;s Egypt, everyone has a saying in anything&lt;br /&gt;
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To wrap things up ... leading one&#39;s life alone is a tough road ... a road that our parents have been preparing us for all our life ... but leading a family life is a different thing ... a different story ... the thing that complicates it the most is adding some else with probably different preparation for that road to your life and letting her help you navigate ...&lt;br /&gt;
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ALL OPINIONS, CRITICISM&amp;nbsp;AND EVEN SUPPORT ARE ENCOURAGED&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;WELCOMED</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9070951592336196267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-one-told-me-it-was-gonna-be-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/9070951592336196267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/9070951592336196267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-one-told-me-it-was-gonna-be-like.html' title='No one told me it was gonna be like this'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-2610874308383100826</id><published>2010-08-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:45:55.759-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palestine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="refugees"/><title type='text'>A Story That Should Never Be Forgotten: &quot;Palestine, remembering a past homeland&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Stop by the exhibitions hall, conference center, Bibliotheca Alexandrina to see the&amp;nbsp;Palestine&amp;nbsp;exhibition. If you don&#39;t have the time check out the stories told be the pictures below ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We should never forget this story and it should always be told and remembered ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2610874308383100826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-that-should-never-be-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/2610874308383100826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/2610874308383100826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-that-should-never-be-forgotten.html' title='A Story That Should Never Be Forgotten: &quot;Palestine, remembering a past homeland&quot;'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9j-QGMloECfPNFCO2hXmYZS4JKOHCVpOWJ222pQhPQowUi_TzBHcHKAphqSz6kTme2J5grZpcCxCa5mLvzxnTYA7XIrtTIUsjM7dX9j34RMtWN7QlgfYoxAdiK345z1REc_db_P-4nys/s72-c/DSC07660.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-7792311929712161443</id><published>2010-08-21T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:50:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change the more they stay the same</title><content type='html'>When I am at this point where I can&#39;t take an important decision .. when I can&#39;t take that necessary leap of faith, this quote comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The more things change, the more they stay the same. I&#39;m not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it&#39;s the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don&#39;t think I&#39;m alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it&#39;s kind of everyone&#39;s flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn&#39;t seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You&#39;re not a drug addict. You&#39;re not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don&#39;t think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we&#39;re like this different person. I think it&#39;s smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn&#39;t even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you&#39;ll never have to change again.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7792311929712161443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7792311929712161443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7792311929712161443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The more things change the more they stay the same'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-264663152482766576</id><published>2010-08-19T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:40:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Family in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;or maybe the worst ... I can&#39;t really tell anymore ... I got to witness miraculous events and gain life experiences at such a young age (16 and 17) ... got to know how it should feel to be really in love ... what it means to be a perfect husband ... what it means to be a good wife ... what it means to really care ... &lt;br /&gt;
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I got to see people grateful in afflictions ... long and painful afflictions ... believing in God ... with their family (my family) supporting them ... always being there for them ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Real love that could be both felt and seen ... witnessed on deathbeds ... in hospitals hallways ... at weddings ... and at dinner every night ... Unconditional love ... expecting nothing but more pain in return ... the pain of having to take on more responsibility ... accepting that burden without the slightest hesitation ... crying themselves to sleep every night ... only to draw a smile on their family&#39;s face ........ &lt;br /&gt;
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Depressing, tell me about it ... &lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful, can&#39;t think of anything more beautiful ....&lt;br /&gt;
Rare .........&lt;br /&gt;
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I am just beginning my life ... drawing the first steps towards building my own part of that family ... thinking how can I settle for less!! ... and how can I find that rare beauty in such dark times ?! ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoping :) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/264663152482766576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-family-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/264663152482766576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/264663152482766576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-family-in-world.html' title='The Best Family in the World'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-7676575384069599935</id><published>2010-08-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:40:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MeshMesh Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Thanks to MeshMesh (my cat) for helping me develop this theory and hereby I name the theory after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEbL3Kxy0la7nazglaZkPSarhgKFHhvbiRB7I2081O5NEooGcQwmNlYSjbwc_ZWcYZvLOVkxcp6Du5hbX6Azz65QmS2hnMvaYQBtuJqf1bXDOwj7f7zlNb4ynkhMcW2UFhTauRU0b9_k/s1600/MeshMesh_Theory.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEbL3Kxy0la7nazglaZkPSarhgKFHhvbiRB7I2081O5NEooGcQwmNlYSjbwc_ZWcYZvLOVkxcp6Du5hbX6Azz65QmS2hnMvaYQBtuJqf1bXDOwj7f7zlNb4ynkhMcW2UFhTauRU0b9_k/s200/MeshMesh_Theory.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MeshMesh theory is a theory that describes the impossible recipe of keeping a relationship going ... any kind of relationship between any number of people .. restricting is a dog thing ... this is a cat theory.&lt;br /&gt;
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For simplicity and without loss of generality will stick with a relationship between just two ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the theory ... MeshMesh theory bases any relationship on interest ... the two parties sharing this relationship must be interested in each other and in the relationship for their relationship to move on and grow stronger ... if any of them lost his/her/its interest the relationship is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are numerous types of interest ... personal interest, financial interest, interest out of obligation or sympathy,  etc. ...&lt;br /&gt;
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MeshMesh theory states that &quot;For the parties to keep each other&#39;s interests they have to follow some simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;
1. always make the other party feel needed ... no one likes to feel obsolete or useless&lt;br /&gt;
2. always take just the amount of interest needed to keep the relationship going ... &lt;br /&gt;
3. and always show that you can live without this relationship ...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This concludes MeshMesh theory. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The proof is this theory is a million pages and is incomprehensible by a single human being or cat ... maybe a human being with a cat ... so don&#39;t bother asking for it.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7676575384069599935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/meshmesh-theory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7676575384069599935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7676575384069599935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/meshmesh-theory.html' title='MeshMesh Theory'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEbL3Kxy0la7nazglaZkPSarhgKFHhvbiRB7I2081O5NEooGcQwmNlYSjbwc_ZWcYZvLOVkxcp6Du5hbX6Azz65QmS2hnMvaYQBtuJqf1bXDOwj7f7zlNb4ynkhMcW2UFhTauRU0b9_k/s72-c/MeshMesh_Theory.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-8020919766054793033</id><published>2010-08-08T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:13:33.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/2380930731_c12b671f34_b.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;141&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/2380930731_c12b671f34_b.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This post is a little personal ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Be Good&quot; he said and to be good I tried. No rude back talking, no neglecting how everyone felt, no getting it my way or nothing at all and no blocking others and it felt good. But for the first time for as long as I can remember I chose not to back talk, use smart words or be rude and it hurt me both physically and emotionally. And that got me thinking, is it worth it? is trying to be a good person (make no mistake I am not even close to being good) worth being exposed and getting hurt??&lt;br /&gt;
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All that got me to rethink what aspiring to be a better person is all about ... well I am not good enough to be talking about what it means to be good but I can mention one thing, my friends. God blessed me with friends that are really good and I can&#39;t even come close to describing the role they play in not my life but everyone else around them and never ask for anything in return. Thinking how everyone looks up to them, appreciate them and pray for them always helps and reminds me what this life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friends, for giving me hope and something to always look up to, thank you :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8020919766054793033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-bad-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/8020919766054793033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/8020919766054793033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-bad-and-me.html' title='The Good, The Bad and Me'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/2380930731_c12b671f34_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-707061657356596944</id><published>2010-06-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:00:49.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post to the one I love .. Whoever she is</title><content type='html'>I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ... I hate that I have to think about you all day long even when there are a million other things on my mind ... I hate that I am different person because of you, even if I am getting better .. I hate that you&#39;re the only person I want to talk to, like I have no friends ... I hate that I think you are perfect when I know that not such person exists ... I hate that you know how to make me smile even when I am mad at you ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/707061657356596944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-to-one-i-love-whoever-she-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/707061657356596944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/707061657356596944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-to-one-i-love-whoever-she-is.html' title='A post to the one I love .. Whoever she is'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-1752604590039931320</id><published>2010-06-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:38:03.850-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ahmed helmy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assal eswed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="omar khairat"/><title type='text'>Assal Eswed: Black comedy viewing how we view Egypt</title><content type='html'>I have just seen it today and I already know that I&#39;ll have to see it at least one more time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Assal Eswed hits you with a awfully bad start that shows a really naive Egyptian-American returning to Egypt. Then it starts showing a lot of&amp;nbsp;contradiction&amp;nbsp;that could be spotted easily in any Egyptian&#39;s daily life that are now taken for granted. Then the movie tries to project the changes we&#39;ve witnessed in the past 20 years on the emotions of that man who had a certain image of an Egypt facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s an emotional roller coaster that lets you experience a lot of feelings that we have for Egypt, Egyptians and ourselves. Supported with a&amp;nbsp;sensational Omar Khairat soundtrack that helps hear what really Egypt sounds like while the movie is showing what Egypt is now like.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recommend it and try to&amp;nbsp;tolerate&amp;nbsp;the first half an hour or so..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1752604590039931320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/assal-eswed-black-comedy-viewing-how-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1752604590039931320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/1752604590039931320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/assal-eswed-black-comedy-viewing-how-we.html' title='Assal Eswed: Black comedy viewing how we view Egypt'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-3773066149566762761</id><published>2010-04-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:05:34.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing and not knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://changingaging.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/wisdom.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://changingaging.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/wisdom.gif&quot; width=&quot;191&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are a few things now that I can say that I know ... I really know. When I look back, at the world I had, the people I met and thought, the little things I have achieved and myself .. those stuff that I thought were figured out and all clear ... well let&#39;s just say that they are not that clear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend told me that everyone is improving but I am not, by the way, he means in certain areas .. I am not that bad anywayz ..... back to what he was saying; maybe he&#39;s right, I stopped trying for a while now .. really trying, to get the hang of stuff, to know a little more about people, things I didn&#39;t know, things I thought I knew and things I never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;
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This got me thinking, what do you really know ?? ... well do you know yourself ??? Do you know others ???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text3&quot;&gt;&quot;He who knows others is wise; He who knows himself is enlightened.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text3&quot;&gt; Lao-Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So in other words, do you think wise or enlightened ?? and the more important question are you really wise or enlightened???&lt;br /&gt;
I know I am not, not yet anywayz .. too young, too naive, too ...........&lt;br /&gt;
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So how do you know that you&#39;re wise ??? is it something like love when you just know .. or it&#39;s something like knowledge .. when you know that you&#39;ll never know ....&lt;br /&gt;
Can wisdom be a target ? is that even wise ??? .. a lot of question with no simple answer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3773066149566762761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/knowing-and-not-knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/3773066149566762761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/3773066149566762761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/knowing-and-not-knowing.html' title='Knowing and not knowing'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-7569083535024139454</id><published>2010-04-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:17:31.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I like being alone at least I convince myself that I am better off that way, I met someone, she changed me and then she left ... We&#39;re better off alone. We suffer alone, we die alone&quot; House.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;House is my all time favourite TV series. I am addicted to it, to the character, to the way he thinks, deals with stuff and the way he makes it appear at the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now I am at an important crossroad in my life. College is almost over and my life is about to begin. Of course everything will have to be put on hold due to mandatory military service but that gives me A LOT of time to think of what&#39;s to come; to plan, replan and then plan some more.&amp;nbsp; And that&#39;s hell.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am losing all my interest in what&#39;s going on in college, all I care about is getting out with 3.4+ GPA. I know it ain&#39;t that good but ... well nothing I am going to say here will make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you know that you have all your life ahead of you, one can think all different kinds of stuff. For me everything pops into my head Career choices, research, industry, academia, abroad, local, life, family, marriage, love, settling, money, money, choices choices choices... I don&#39;t mind taking them. I already have my life planned but being given such a long time to rethink that plan over and over and over and over .. well you figure it out. One must start to develop doubts, change it just to have new stuff to look forward to instead of that the same picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t deny that this time gave me the chance to do stuff that I didn&#39;t have planned and learn about things I wouldn&#39;t have noticed if I knew that my life was starting right after graduation. It also gave me the chance to get the vacation I didn&#39;t get for the past 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way I see it, planning is good. It keeps you from getting lost and gives you a kind of heads up on what might be. Also everything you have might be considered a blessing or a curse depending on how you tend to see and use it, so it just up to you to either get things right or mess everything up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7569083535024139454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7569083535024139454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/7569083535024139454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFwuurbKoKYq3PgDvlO2FXdkzI9Im88ZmYoj1p3SVmxWtjhTIGx8WL2xXrPBkjhI14A9f4vOpNkzhFP3FWPotNBYJNym-uH4PYA3u7VlzNCE0GAFv2KheIynXQK4qGqRNfm7PVSoBtf0/s72-c/house.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971745413465904775.post-6759761410772532889</id><published>2010-03-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:39:27.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&quot;The day they met is a miracle to both of them.I could see it his eyes and feel it in his words when he tells the story for hundred time with the same amazement. I couldn&#39;t help but want to hear it again.&lt;br /&gt;
He knew right a way she was the one for him ...&lt;br /&gt;
Right away she interrupts with a joke making all of us burst into laughter forgetting where we were ... &lt;br /&gt;
She loved him with all her heart and that&#39;s all it took for him to give her his life... &lt;br /&gt;
Their love for one another is present for everyone around them to feel even when they are no longer together...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
You can see her in his every word ... in every movement he makes ... You can see her in him as if they were one...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Being raised to see and feel that, how can I settle for less ????</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6759761410772532889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6759761410772532889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971745413465904775/posts/default/6759761410772532889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almost-there-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-random-thought.html' title='Another Random Thought'/><author><name>Ahmed Saeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07981949935927210836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV70ESvVqlykBZu-7ICjbvDdhg1crU2v5qr2j_BRHFJdNL-wqDvY_KpVw3E-0qUP1RmDnuXzbRdRiujFrguxlY-tfcB39qVdlQXt3k-6m0bsL2QP4DAo2-caLWJ7-xbfw/s127/citations%3Fview_op%3Dview_photo%26user%3DnuiUbpsAAAAJ%26citpid%3D8'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>