<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799</id><updated>2011-07-14T18:29:55.528+03:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Love, Peace, and A Pink Mustang...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-8524422855729505686</id><published>2010-01-11T09:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:58:18.542+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It’s time to Taser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, things that I never thought I’d see happening in Kuwait, are now happening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day I was walking peacefully near the bookshop of Al-Surra co-op. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. I see a teenage boy walking towards me. &lt;i&gt;Literally&lt;/i&gt; towards me. Being me, I didn’t try to clear the way for him, because he had the whole darn place and he was the one who wasn’t walking in a straight line. He brushed his arms with mine and just continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That wasn’t the first time it happens. It happened to me three times before in various shopping malls - mainly by 16-20 year old guys. In a public place, in the middle of the day, in front of people. They’d simply ignore all the empty places they can walk so comfortably on, and choose to be in close proximity to girls, so that eventually they can touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They’re only using their arms now. Could be their hands a few months from now. Time to legalize tasers and pepper-sprays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-8524422855729505686?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/8524422855729505686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-to-taser.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/8524422855729505686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/8524422855729505686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-to-taser.html' title='It’s time to Taser!'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-1194758705744383231</id><published>2009-12-29T16:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:04:03.168+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Generation 21.B.A.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daughter:&lt;/b&gt; “I don’t want to have kids when I get married.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents:&lt;/b&gt; “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daughter:&lt;/b&gt; “I’m serious. I hate kids.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents:&lt;/b&gt; “There’s no such thing. Why else do you think God created you? Don’t be selfish. You have to have kids otherwise you’re a useless creature.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;….excuse &lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/Szn8W-010jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yg0ihnWNOaY/s1600-h/baby-miracle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/Szn8W-010jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yg0ihnWNOaY/s200/baby-miracle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I gotta say, I wrote about 6 lengthy paragraphs about this issue. But then I decided that I don’t wanna talk a lot because I’m honestly not sure about what to think. I’d rather gain more insight regarding this topic from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here’s what I do know: Having offspring is important. Kids are important for any one family, and they’re important to keep the world going. I also know that our religion encourages reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I don't know is, why deciding not to have kids considered such a horrible thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phase One: The Foundation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I look at all those families today; a man and a girl get married, 10 months later they have a child. The mother spends a&amp;nbsp; good 6 to 10 months with the baby (just because it’s her first baby), then she goes back to her job just because she got bored of the babysitting routine, leaving her infant with a total stranger who doesn’t speak the parents’ language – The Maid!&lt;sup&gt;[1]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phase Two: The Consequences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that the mother spends at least 6 hours at work, and when she gets back home she has to nap for 3 hours because she had to take care of the baby at night (wow!), and after waking up she has to go out and chill with her friends a few times a week, the maid has no choice but to play with the baby, feed him, tuck him in bed, clean him, and (dear God!) teach him!&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phase Three: The Successors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or should I say,&amp;nbsp; sucksessors…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s be real. You know I am not exaggerating. Even though there are still some ‘real’ parents out there who give their all to their children once they have them, these are only a minority. Unfortunately, this has been the case for quite a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The result? A corrupt generation. No ethics. No sane relationships. No boundaries. No brains. And two horrible role models for future children-raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if that was the general case, then why is it so wrong if someone had the guts to say “I don’t want kids anytime soon! I feel that I’m still selfish and I won’t be a good parent, yet.” or “I cannot be responsible for another creature right now, so I’m postponing this issue; if I didn’t, then some maid will have to raise my own children!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that taking such a decision is perfectly fair even -no...&lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt;- for the kids (kids-to-be?) themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I did talk a lot in the end :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[1] Why girls are becoming such incompetent mothers is a more complicated issue. I might post something about it later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-1194758705744383231?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/1194758705744383231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/generation-21bad.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/1194758705744383231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/1194758705744383231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/generation-21bad.html' title='Generation 21.B.A.D'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/Szn8W-010jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yg0ihnWNOaY/s72-c/baby-miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-1423071320721987021</id><published>2009-12-25T18:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:29:46.417+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside-Down Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So these last 10 days of 2009 are quite different from the past years'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why, and I'm &lt;b&gt;solely&lt;/b&gt; addressing &lt;b&gt;Muslims&lt;/b&gt; who might read this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas, it's a new AD year (2010), &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; it's a new Hijri year (1431) all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we Muslims don't celebrate Christmas, and we aren't supposed to celebrate New Year's, but we do anyway. It's an official holiday, and some of us party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new Hijri year, however, means that we're in the month of Moharram. In this month roughly &lt;b&gt;half&lt;/b&gt; of the Muslim population mourns the death of our Prophet's (PBUH) grandson. It’s a great deal for this half, and we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what’s really puzzling me this year is the huge number of Muslims who are posting and sending messages like "Happy new yea~r!" and "Merry X-ma~s!" to each other, and to their non-Muslim friends, and never once did any of those condoled their heart-broken Muslim brothers and sisters from the other sect. Have you forgotten? Have you stopped caring? Or you've never cared to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we stop caring about each other? When did our priorities change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late to set your priorities right, yet :) Try to find a grieving friend today, and give them your condolences. They will appreciate it. After all, we’re all Muslims; we have to love each other, and feel for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Peace&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-1423071320721987021?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/1423071320721987021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/upside-down-priorities.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/1423071320721987021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/1423071320721987021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/upside-down-priorities.html' title='Upside-Down Priorities'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-3825540549837175049</id><published>2009-12-24T19:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:13:58.407+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A view from VIVA (and the Gulf Street) - Kuwait's lovely Winter &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Benefits of working in/for a new private company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bathrooms ==&amp;gt; clean bathrooms and they smell good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New, big building; many floors ==&amp;gt; great view!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Employees are fresh and enthusiastic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving work at 4-5 pm ==&amp;gt; great sky (only in winter, though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOOncZaKQI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEYUVstaVB4/s1600-h/viva-cafeteria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOOncZaKQI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEYUVstaVB4/s320/viva-cafeteria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a view from the cafeteria. A little bit to the right and we can see the Aquarium. We often spot people walking their dogs or biking during lunch break. A few months from now we wont be spotting a soul outside =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken on the day of the Gulf Summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOQFeNehZI/AAAAAAAAABU/JDsJnCgCW3c/s1600-h/viva2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOQFeNehZI/AAAAAAAAABU/JDsJnCgCW3c/s320/viva2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is from the other side of the building, at 9 am. I looove this view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOQvXIwgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/QguBCYmbcD8/s1600-h/vivas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOQvXIwgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/QguBCYmbcD8/s320/vivas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They put these things yesterday on every floor. Nice try! If only I could understand what you're trying to deliver, top-guys =/&amp;nbsp; (my translation: This is some useless crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzORhZiY_sI/AAAAAAAAABk/5R_2oxXEwqg/s1600-h/ba7ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzORhZiY_sI/AAAAAAAAABk/5R_2oxXEwqg/s640/ba7ar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this loveleh? I usually take the 5th Ring Road to reach home, but decided to drive on the Gulf Street instead the other day. Glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOSW0ohteI/AAAAAAAAABs/uYH_RtNftDo/s1600-h/janoob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOSW0ohteI/AAAAAAAAABs/uYH_RtNftDo/s400/janoob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Near home &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-3825540549837175049?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/3825540549837175049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-from-viva-and-gulf-street-kuwaits.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/3825540549837175049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/3825540549837175049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-from-viva-and-gulf-street-kuwaits.html' title='A view from VIVA (and the Gulf Street) - Kuwait&apos;s lovely Winter &lt;3'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLGqWM-p7Oo/SzOOncZaKQI/AAAAAAAAABM/oEYUVstaVB4/s72-c/viva-cafeteria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-4644771787032089543</id><published>2009-12-24T11:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:50:00.451+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're a computer engineer, an electrical engineer, a scientists, or any guy/gal who spends more than 60% of their day behind a computer screen, then you have probably heard "OMG dude get a life!!" about a zillion times being said to you. I know I have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people love saying that anyway? If you - daily - spend that amount of time chatting, playing games or You Tubing music and whatnot (which is what most people would assume), then you actually might not have a life (let's be real!). But what most of those ignorant I-am-better-than-all-of-you people don't know is that most of us actually have WORK to do on those machines! Unfortunately, that's how it is these days; if you're an outgoing person who cares about having fun and socializing all the time then people would assume that you have an awesome life. But if you have decent goals in your mind and want to work and improve, benefit others and make a change, then you're that pathetic geek loser who’s missing a great deal of Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whether you’re a workaholic, a geek, or someone who thinks has no life for real, if you are optimistic and smile sincerely to all the different kinds of people you meet every day, then you’re definitely spreading positive, happy energy, affecting everyone around you, and most probably making&lt;i&gt; them&lt;/i&gt; happy. That is the best life anyone can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you think this post is totally useless because that phrase has never been told to you, then take this advise: &lt;b&gt;Never&lt;/b&gt; dis or think low of an IT dude :p for the Geek Shall Inherit the Earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-4644771787032089543?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/4644771787032089543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-just-said-dude-your-perspective.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/4644771787032089543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/4644771787032089543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-just-said-dude-your-perspective.html' title='...and I just said, &quot;Dude, your perspective on life sucks.&quot;'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309886423740442799.post-714451377221610659</id><published>2009-12-22T19:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:08:05.978+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Hello {Cyber}World!</title><content type='html'>There's only one reason that made me think of creating my own blog: Make A Difference! &lt;br /&gt;I would love to share my thoughts with you guys and get response and feedback; and I promise you, this will be one heck of a heterogeneous crazy messed up blog =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though! If I want to write a daily journal I'd sign myself up on Twitter, but I want my posts to be useful, fun, and hopefully inspirational! In general, my posts will fall under the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ranting. I will definitely rant XD. And I expect you to show some empathy and interaction!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about new things: New discoveries, new conclusions, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might share my own perspectives, conceptions, and points of view.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about weird people (I don't like gossip, but give me a break! It's the best part =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to my berbis! I hope you enjoy reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7309886423740442799-714451377221610659?l=berbis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/feeds/714451377221610659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-cyberworld.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/714451377221610659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7309886423740442799/posts/default/714451377221610659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-cyberworld.html' title='Hello {Cyber}World!'/><author><name>Noor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155761947429640585</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></entry></feed>
