<?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-7462073550217982781</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:48:14.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Local, Impure Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Why so different? I sometimes ask myself. Is going with the crowd the norms these days? I burn through those crowds, and light the flames of change. I am myself and nobody can change me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-2944252369376131094</id><published>2007-08-21T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:45:51.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Dares to Flirt With My Family Members, but I Can Flirt With Anybody Else's</title><content type='html'>A friend once told me, quoting his brother "those fools you see around, you call them typical locals ... don’t! They don’t even deserve to be called locals. We are the locals, making our country proud of us.” He was talking about a portion of the retarded members of our community that most of us see around driving clueless on the streets or walking in the malls trying to find a prey to hit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they are the people that made our streets and malls more troublesome for females to have their privacy. I know, sometimes it’s the girls who start the flirting. Nevertheless, around a year ago I heard the story of a respectful girl who passed away in a horrific car accident due to some idiot trying to flirt by tail tagging their car. The girl was with her best friend going for a breakfast break somewhere close to their University in Sharjah. Her best friend survived and is now handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many of the guys around got pissed off after Abu Dhabi police threatened to jail anyone seen flirting on the streets or the malls. I didn’t like it in the beginning, but trust me without such law, things would’ve been a mess. It is still a mess to be frank with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it important for us to be assured that malls are a safe environment for our female members of our family to go shop in without being harassed? Even much important are the streets. I believe that with the &lt;strong&gt;“nobody dares to flirt with my family members, but I can flirt with anybody else’s”&lt;/strong&gt; approach our country will stay in the same status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not asking for everyone to stop flirting. I mean all of us got hormones. But for the sake of god, if you see a woman that does not want to be flirted with, leave her be. If you see a woman fully covered in an abaya , what do you find attractive? The fact that she is hard to get? There are many other girls that are willing to be flirted with. You know what some of them are called?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-2944252369376131094?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2944252369376131094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=2944252369376131094&amp;isPopup=true' title='279 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2944252369376131094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2944252369376131094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/08/nobody-dares-to-flirt-with-my-family.html' title='Nobody Dares to Flirt With My Family Members, but I Can Flirt With Anybody Else&apos;s'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>279</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-2103075160870603000</id><published>2007-08-13T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:12:08.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning to come back .... (not official)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been poking around at my blog every now and then and I still see some activity, especially that I kinda paused months ago. all I can say is thanks for all your support guys and gals. am planning a comeback, especially that while I was taking a shower today I kinda thought about an interesting topic to tackle (i think my creativity only comes in the shower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many has forgotten bout this blog since i stopped, but lets see, how many fans are still hitting the blog? post a coment ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;edit: here is the pic of the stand at MECOM I promised to post ages ago in my last post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098140821640841970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RsA8EPDSCvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cLhtwLHK0wI/s320/23042007019.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;Btw: The guy giving you his back and holding the mobile in the banner on the left is me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-2103075160870603000?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2103075160870603000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=2103075160870603000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2103075160870603000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2103075160870603000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/08/planning-to-come-back-not-official.html' title='Planning to come back .... (not official)'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RsA8EPDSCvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cLhtwLHK0wI/s72-c/23042007019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-8375754488290082155</id><published>2007-05-01T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:01:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again, latest updates</title><content type='html'>well guys, am back in the scene again after being quite for ages. just a note, this will be the most random disorganized post of all. Reason being, the only thing that took my time and was a hassle for me is organizing my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, after 3lo G called me an opportunist due to my "Thinking like a Jew" post, my feelings were hurt and I never used the Internet since, and after some psychiatric help I regained my confidence. and Id be so surprised if you guys believe this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, or rather let me answer 3lo G first then the truth will come. Mr 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alo&lt;/span&gt;, taking the right opportunity is the way to go, otherwise you ll never be successful in life. The issue here is wither the way you did it was moral or immoral and as I mentioned in my "thinking like a Jew" post we should not over do it, rather use the ethical and legal aspect of their mindsets. so 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;, please ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the topic, the truth is I was so busy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MECOM which ended up being a great experience&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; was filled with cheap babes that never got any attention, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; those ladies were peeking on our stand to know what all the fuss was about. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TRA&lt;/span&gt; got some nice sophisticated local ladies from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ZU&lt;/span&gt;, but they were too typical (insane make up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flirtish&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc.). As for our stand, it was all locals and sadly no ladies but we surly got all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might release some pics that I took of the stand, in fact, in my next post ill link a free testing version of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt; developed mobile phone software for you guys to play with (spoiler: it contains an advanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;/Yahoo/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gtalk&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; all in one mobile messenger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;laterz&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-8375754488290082155?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8375754488290082155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=8375754488290082155&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/8375754488290082155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/8375754488290082155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-again-latest-updates.html' title='Back again, latest updates'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-7474715640352012495</id><published>2007-03-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:43:34.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking like a Jew</title><content type='html'>In a society where money is priceless, where people go from zero to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millionaires&lt;/span&gt; if they got the proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;96a, where the hard working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emiraty&lt;/span&gt; is put down just because what he is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; gonna profit any important person, its best to abuse those who got the free ticket to the high class and forgot the real price of money. People who are not far sighted, people who consider buying a 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rolls Rice&lt;/span&gt; and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bugatti&lt;/span&gt; while their family just live in a small bait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;3by not worth half the price of one of the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those shortsighted people have populated the U.A.E to the point that it seems like god is testing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; there is a chance for a farsighted U.A.E local to appear in the scene and become a "smart local", and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; many smart locals have made it to the millionaire level by just "thinking smart". But sad thing, most of us end up feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; and base our lives on becoming as shortsighted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt; as them, in other words, an exact copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how do you think smart? think like a Jew ! &lt;/strong&gt;Jews mentality is that of making money and taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; by using tricks and techniques to cut good deals and take advantage of people, though Jews in most cases take it too far to the point that they feel no remorse to any wrong doing as long as it makes them money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought twice before talking about this, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that any person that is not as short sighted as a "typical local" is well worth of this advice. you might think that I myself is going to far, but my advice is to use the "legal &amp; ethical" aspect of the Jew mentality. so am not really asking you to convert to a Jew, nor am I asking you to have no feelings and abuse everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only that in our society, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; its totally "ethical" to use techniques in buying cheap and selling high to people who are willing to buy high, people spoiled by money, even if high is double what the market offers for similar products. For example, what would you do if you were cutting a deal with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ignorant&lt;/span&gt; typical and was caught up in the following argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart You:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I bought it for 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dhs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; Hey, Ive got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; Concert tickets, their sold out are you willing to buy for 1500 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dhs&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ignorant&lt;/span&gt; Local:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, *opens &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dior&lt;/span&gt; wallet* i got the money)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;afaa&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aleek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tammm&lt;/span&gt; ! (OK DEAL !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart You:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I was thinking he was going to bargain.. interesting)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, since you seem to be a nice person, here 1200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dhs&lt;/span&gt; and its all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ignorant&lt;/span&gt; Local:&lt;/strong&gt; why cheap ya5y? I want to buy for 1500, or you not telling me its bad quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart You:&lt;/strong&gt; No man, I just love you, 1000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; same quality and its all yours !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ignorant&lt;/span&gt; Local:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;laaaa&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;rayaaal&lt;/span&gt; ! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want, bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it had every happened to me, Its just a hypothetical scenario. Why be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; all nice? sell high, to someone who will pay high !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case that I have seen around just walking with CLOSE FRIENDS. We go in a store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; how much is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;babu&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 500 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Dhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; deal.. *pays &amp;amp; leaves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; dude, this guy was ready to bargain 100% i can see it in his eye, plus its cheaper in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; ya555y sultan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;maaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;anazil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;karaaamty&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;mostaway&lt;/span&gt;, 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;eeeb&lt;/span&gt; ! (translation: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go that low and bargain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it or not, that guy in the store is laughing behind your back to how much of an idiot you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I go that low when I was 12 years old and went from store to store playing the "your friend nearby is offering it cheap" trick to get a mere 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; discount?&lt;strong&gt; I call that being smart....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-7474715640352012495?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7474715640352012495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=7474715640352012495&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7474715640352012495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7474715640352012495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/thinking-like-jew.html' title='Thinking like a Jew'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-7869375918771978990</id><published>2007-03-07T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:10:21.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ebdiwee?</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversation with one of my relatives on MSN that day. Dunno how the subject surfaced, but I remember talking bout girls wearing 9irwaals being a turn off. Anyways, I belive that I accused him of being ebdiwee and appearently he said that he is "proud to be one", then I accused him of being an ebdiwee wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His arguments were as follow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- arent your parents badow?&lt;br /&gt;(me: in the past they were, now te7a'6iro)&lt;br /&gt;- badow are respected people. Feehom il karam&lt;br /&gt;(me: but we are not badow anymore, though we still hold our beduin traditions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My arguments were as follow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the origin of the word ebdiwee comes from the word الباديه  which sort of means the desert. We are born in the city so we are not badow.&lt;br /&gt;- We have elictricity, Satelite TV, AC, Cars, etc etc. Are we badow?&lt;br /&gt;-as a matter of fact, what type of ebdiwee are you that can chat on MSN and use the computer, an advanced one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: dont consider ureslf an ebdiwee if you drive a Nissan/Land Cruiser , have long hair, and talk with a broken arabic accent that is so far from bedouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, have you guys seen the new 3ai'6a video clip? he has a fuckin pony tail !! what a disgrace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-7869375918771978990?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7869375918771978990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=7869375918771978990&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7869375918771978990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7869375918771978990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-ebdiwee.html' title='Are you ebdiwee?'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-2638629901542478015</id><published>2007-03-04T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:19:49.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice Tweakers !</title><content type='html'>Our U.A.E flirting community have had their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spacial&lt;/span&gt; way of talking to each other over the phone. As much as you try to figure out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; the girl your talking to is tweaking her voice to sound cute or not you end being told with a Micky Mouse voice "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; our real voice", piss her off and you get her real voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame them, in the end girls are supposed to be cute and it seems that their doing their best. but the issue here that the exact &lt;strong&gt;voice tweaking is spreading to guys too !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the example of the manly typical local guy who emphasizes his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;masculinity&lt;/span&gt; with his strong voice tone and great use of words. The moment he says "shush guys my girl is calling!" you can sit there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; as his inner girl personality surfaces with a tweaked girlish voice tone and lame kiss ass comments as if he is saying "Oh ! mighty princess am your slave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor soul usually takes a corner in the room just like a shy baby, lowers his head and smiles like a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked, girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be into those type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wuss bags&lt;/span&gt;. whats wrong with our society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-2638629901542478015?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/2638629901542478015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=2638629901542478015&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2638629901542478015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/2638629901542478015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/03/voice-tweakers.html' title='The Voice Tweakers !'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-383401096566047342</id><published>2007-02-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:11:11.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Chat Rooms Were Real, God Forbid !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; true and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; funny, I hope it freaks you out enough not to go to public chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18+ Content ! due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; so watch at your own risk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autostart=false&amp;amp;token=eccc09a848" scale="showall" name="index" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands if you pretended to be younger ! Leave this blog if you pretended to be the other sex ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-383401096566047342?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/383401096566047342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=383401096566047342&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/383401096566047342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/383401096566047342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-chat-rooms-were-real-god-forbid.html' title='If Chat Rooms Were Real, God Forbid !'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-1231502753525748008</id><published>2007-02-15T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:09:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine in the Land of Spices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RdoBMxJ5XNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHd8ejbTH4k/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RdoBMxJ5XNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHd8ejbTH4k/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033336852404853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine has always been my unlucky day. You may just call me the valentine's bachelor if you wish.  I was smacked on the face with a business trip to the land of spices, India. Not too happy about it, I landed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; on the 12Th, stayed one night with some of my colleagues, moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; where we had to have some training in one of the IT subsidiaries of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the Evil Day comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It was the day of the 14Th, not too enthusiastic was I.  I had far more important things to do that day.  A day earlier we were introduced to two of our colleagues from India &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; and Ravi and today they were at the hotel to escort us to the offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn-qxJ5XJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3fKxzguOraw/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn-qxJ5XJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3fKxzguOraw/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033334069266046098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to the offices we pass by an ice cream stand, one of those cheap ones. They called it a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kulfi&lt;/span&gt; stand&lt;/span&gt; and basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kulfi&lt;/span&gt; was the name of the cheap homemade (more like street made) ice cream they did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; insisted on us trying this  Indian speciality ice cream and assured us that the cheaper it gets the tastier it is. and in fact that was true !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn69hJ5XII/AAAAAAAAAD0/OKQ71LoLISM/s1600-h/20070215084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn69hJ5XII/AAAAAAAAAD0/OKQ71LoLISM/s320/20070215084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033329993342082178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The offices were crammed, no AC, but allot of tea to drink. I believe that was the energy drink they all used to work. A couple of hours of discussion, checking email, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;, and some blogs we were done for the day. By then it was 7pm, the smell of valentine has spread, you cant see a single guy or girl walking by the street. Yet, Ravi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; sacrificed their valentine to tour us around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;. Big thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; for sacrificing his date with his wife, I really felt sorry for him, but according to what he told me Ravi "is too desperate to have a date".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn6QBJ5XGI/AAAAAAAAADk/XZU8ya_jGFk/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn6QBJ5XGI/AAAAAAAAADk/XZU8ya_jGFk/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033329211658034274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still not that enthusiastic, we were deciding on were to go for dinner, and how. Then suddenly the idea of experiencing India using the Indian's common ways of transportation pops in both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; and Ravi's minds. So we were asked to wait for a couple of minutes so that they come with their vehicles to pick us up. While they went to get their vehicles me and a colleague decided to ride a nearby Auto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rikshaw&lt;/span&gt; (those 3 wheeled motorcycle taxis) and have a quick experience. Never Had I thought that today would be one amazing day ! The Auto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rikshaw&lt;/span&gt; adventure was only part of the fun we experienced that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we hear some engine roars of what it seems to be a motorcycle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; and Ravi arrived, with a motorcycle each. Picked us up for one of the most amazing tours we had on the roads of India, the craziest roads I have ever been on. For 30 minutes we were just driving through the crowds, taking rights and lefts, taking pictures until we finally reached a restaurant. To our disappointment it was packed with daters. Finally we ended up in a low profile restaurant filled with losers like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn5wBJ5XFI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iEKTlInKSk/s1600-h/Image0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/Rdn5wBJ5XFI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iEKTlInKSk/s320/Image0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033328661902220370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still not forgetting bout the online date, I arrived back at the hotel at 1am, ran to my laptop, switched it on to realize that the hotel Internet servers were down and told they'd be up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even though I didn't experience valentine as how it is supposed to be experienced, I had my greatest fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-1231502753525748008?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1231502753525748008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=1231502753525748008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/1231502753525748008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/1231502753525748008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-in-land-of-spices.html' title='Valentine in the Land of Spices'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RdoBMxJ5XNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nHd8ejbTH4k/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-3250494905537518153</id><published>2007-02-11T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:13:45.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adpolice.gov.ae: your privacy may be at risk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AD police&lt;/span&gt; have done us a great favor by making it possible to check out our speeding tickets online. In fact they were nice enough to upload your cars picture on their website. You only had to input some information that identifies you as the owner, usually found on your Vehicle License and your in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think now everything is safe, the website asks for information that nobody can fake. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; true, but the truth is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYBODY HAS ACCESS TO YOUR SPEEDING RADAR PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a demonstration of random cars I just came across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adpolice.gov.ae/tickets/TotalImagePreview.aspx?ticno=6070032603&amp;ticyear=2007"&gt;Car Number 1\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adpolice.gov.ae/tickets/TotalImagePreview.aspx?ticno=6070032555&amp;amp;ticyear=2007"&gt;Car Number 2\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adpolice.gov.ae/tickets/TotalImagePreview.aspx?ticno=6070032692&amp;ticyear=2007"&gt;Car Number 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adpolice.gov.ae/tickets/TotalImagePreview.aspx?ticno=6070032672&amp;amp;ticyear=2007"&gt;\Car Number 4\ &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adpolice.gov.ae/tickets/TotalImagePreview.aspx?ticno=6070032682&amp;ticyear=2007"&gt;Car Number 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised? well things are just starting. A 10 year old can easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; around the weak even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nonexistent&lt;/span&gt; security barriers that SHOULD stop a random net surfer from accessing those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in charge&lt;/span&gt; of this website and its databases need some simple common sense put into them. What they fail to do is make this picture part of your Vehicle License number that you have to input to check on your tickets, sadly their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; was only to provide a link to your car's picture which they normally uploaded on their website so a simple change done on the URL of the picture can link you to the whole radar pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;database&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our Government attempt in joining the world wide web was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fruitful&lt;/span&gt;. Their system needs some security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt;. Or did they think that we locals are idiot enough to figure this Out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say go get some good programmers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-3250494905537518153?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3250494905537518153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=3250494905537518153&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3250494905537518153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3250494905537518153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/adpolicegovae-your-privacy-may-be-at.html' title='adpolice.gov.ae: your privacy may be at risk!'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-3594423554169866421</id><published>2007-02-10T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:40:42.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything more depressing?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when your depressed you listen to more depressing songs? Is there a relation ... I care to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr144r7icto"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr144r7icto" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the 20th rewind...&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (2:10AM) 50th ...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-3594423554169866421?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3594423554169866421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=3594423554169866421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3594423554169866421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3594423554169866421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/anything-more-depressing.html' title='anything more depressing?'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-3718327431971907621</id><published>2007-02-07T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:15:54.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensan Akthar !</title><content type='html'>I am not into sad romantic songs.  But this one caught my attention,  his words are &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; true. It depicts the situation where a lover hurts his/her loved one careless to their feelings in an attempt to gain their attention, love, or devotion be it through playing hard to get, trying some reverse psychology or anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/7/745299/ensan%20akthar.mp3" autostart="false" loop="FALSE" height="40" width="140"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if it has happened to you, or if you did it to someone!&lt;br /&gt;*raises his hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/pview.php?fid=153313&amp;amp;fname=ensan%20akthar.jpg"&gt;Click for Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.6rbtop.com/listen.php?song_id=32270&amp;type=au&amp;q=hi"&gt;6rbtop.com Link to Full Song &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-3718327431971907621?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/3718327431971907621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=3718327431971907621&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3718327431971907621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/3718327431971907621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/ensan-akthar.html' title='Ensan Akthar !'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-4982497172094248206</id><published>2007-02-05T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:03:34.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would've Married You if ....</title><content type='html'>That day I was speaking to one of my friends, a cool guy, lets call him &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abz&lt;/span&gt;, we been good friends for a while and during this conversation he pops up this surprising comment, not knowing if I was supposed to take it as a compliment or an insult I became nervous, and with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;furiousness&lt;/span&gt; I called him gay.  He  said that was the truth !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering whether my reaction to his comment was out of control I went to another good friend, trying not to mention  names,  and told him the whole story. He looked at me, looked at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abz&lt;/span&gt; (he was there), then looked back at me and REPEATED THE COMMENT WORD BY WORD !!! saying that's the truth and there is nothing wrong with it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any issues with my sexuality, but wouldn't comments such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I would've married you if you were a girl !" &lt;/span&gt;scare the shit out of a straight guy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-4982497172094248206?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4982497172094248206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=4982497172094248206&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4982497172094248206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4982497172094248206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wouldve-married-you-if.html' title='I Would&apos;ve Married You if ....'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-300396309168445082</id><published>2007-02-03T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T07:22:09.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: 5 things you dont know about me</title><content type='html'>Thanks funky for the uncreative tag. I hoped for some creative questions but it sure kept me thinking, *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sarcasmON&lt;/span&gt;* looking at myself id say damn you guys don't really know me ! */Sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; I love being sarcastic though in many cases it backfires on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; I like putting a smile on peoples faces even if that meant making a joke about myself. (I am a good sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though lets put the jokes to a minimum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt; I come from a bedouin family, and Id be the second person with a bachelor degree "soon" (no 1 goes to dad) so lots of hope is put onto me. and hopefully get recognition for the most educated bedouin awards (if only they existed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;I love luxury yet I am an economical person and make good use of my money. When It comes to spending things on family or friends am pretty generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt; And ya, I fancy a smart blond, or a good looking brunette (or aren't they all good looking), and I hate something called mee7ad especially mee7ad emsara3 :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who shall I tag ... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;I*maginate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff0000;" &gt;Arabized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-300396309168445082?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/300396309168445082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=300396309168445082&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/300396309168445082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/300396309168445082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged-5-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='Tagged: 5 things you dont know about me'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-1895785940728619874</id><published>2007-02-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:56:24.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outgoing battle: Looks  vs Personality</title><content type='html'>As much as we try to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; girls that personality is all that matters to us. One of the strongest weapons a women can attract us with is her looks. Looking at our culture, it emphasizes on looks more than anything else. Have you ever seen any &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emiraty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking about how interesting, outgoing and fun his girl is without being called a fag? It is true that the hotter your girl is the more you can brag  and flex your muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shame is such emphasis on looks is practiced in our culture since the days of our parents and arranged &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marriages&lt;/span&gt; where the guy and the girl are shown a picture of their future &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt; (wannabe)  and from that picture they have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet its not limited to it. Recent studies have shown that at a very early age, children began to pick whom they would like for playmates by such standards as facial attractiveness and body form (Fisher, 1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; looks may be the first thing some people pick up on, but no matter how dazzling the display there has to be something deeper to make a meaningful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;                          -&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thesite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simple Rating Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes my dear friends, something deeper. but lets take a look at the simplest functions our male  brains have been wired to do in situations were &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; on such topic has to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNLnBMuP0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tKpTNMwUY9w/s1600-h/Ugly+Hot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNLnBMuP0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tKpTNMwUY9w/s320/Ugly+Hot.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026944742784384834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 0 to 10 rating line the comes in sentences such as "hey bro, out of 10, how much do you give that girl?" were everybody craves to have a 10/10 chick by their side all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Simple, easy to use method of pointing out miss universe&lt;br /&gt;Cons: would you go for her? in most cases &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; only fantasize if its worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complex Rating Method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devised a more advanced rating method that puts important factors into &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;consideration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNXFxMuP3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dVpUFsZkKgM/s1600-h/personality.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNXFxMuP3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dVpUFsZkKgM/s320/personality.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026957365693267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes the personality part where you can brag about how personality matters the most to you and make all girls melt. but looks come with a price as it is said that the more hot a women is the more she is approached by guys that results in her developing a self-defense mechanism &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; forcing her to put  a wall or a barrier between her and any male person. Yet the typical male insists on getting himself a 10 in looks and in most cases falls for a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;man eater&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky ones can get both 10s in personality and looks. Though as the graph states, the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; sacrifice would be a 5 in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Figuring out the personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here comes the tricky part, how do you figure out a girls personality? it varies from one person to another, some people consider shyness as a good personality trait, some consider the opposite. Others rate girls according to the music they listen to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best way to describe it is using a bell curve where too little of something is bad and too much of it is bad too. Lets take the example of me and my way of rating a girls personality according to her taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNb3xMuP4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/38tBjeRphLo/s1600-h/ahearn_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNb3xMuP4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/38tBjeRphLo/s320/ahearn_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026962622733238146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Forgotten Trait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It seems that most researches fail to mention anything about Intelligence.  Who &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want a smart girl? or what girl &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want a smart guy? would A &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; good looking girl with a very good personality be a good choice? ...... that would be a long debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for now there are some polls to the right, your activity is much &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-1895785940728619874?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/1895785940728619874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=1895785940728619874&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/1895785940728619874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/1895785940728619874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/outgoing-battle-looks-vs-personality.html' title='The Outgoing battle: Looks  vs Personality'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eedrxhtgecc/RcNLnBMuP0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tKpTNMwUY9w/s72-c/Ugly+Hot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-5065039672719991036</id><published>2007-02-01T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:52:08.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ : The Q&amp;A thread (1st attempt)</title><content type='html'>hello all &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, Your activity on my blog have been great. Thank you very much.  Therefore as a way of payback I decided to create a FAQ/Q&amp;A thread where you can ask me &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; anything (but to an extent) and I will provide the answer in a later issue (article).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first attempt to create good interaction between myself and my fellow &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and Ill see how things will go, if  there are good questions or topics I might turn this to a monthly event. If not, then I will consider that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Can You Ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Personal questions (to an extent)&lt;br /&gt;- My opinion about certain issues (about our society, community, etc)&lt;br /&gt;- Request me to write about a certain topic (if it interests me I would write an article about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guidelines&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SERIOUS QUESTIONS ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best question will be answered first (and that will be decided by me)&lt;br /&gt;- Questions will be answered in a later issue, if your question does not appear in the next issue then it might be due to the following:&lt;br /&gt;                               1- it might be not serious/Interesting/appropriate&lt;br /&gt;                               2- it might be answered in the issue after that&lt;br /&gt;                              3- or never answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hope to see your feedback ! and have fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-5065039672719991036?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/5065039672719991036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=5065039672719991036&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/5065039672719991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/5065039672719991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/02/faq-q-thread-1st-attempt_01.html' title='FAQ : The Q&amp;A thread (1st attempt)'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-7884052174034566702</id><published>2007-01-28T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T04:45:47.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merchandise 2 ... (Cont.)</title><content type='html'>In my last issue, (the article below) It seems that everybody have focused on discussing the issue of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; without looking at the bigger picture.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thanks for all the comments, specially the supportive ones (kudos to 3lo G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, the bigger picture here is that parents are willing to set you up with a girl that you have no idea about. And once you ask them to introduce her to you over the simplest not even 3&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; method which is the "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" they consider it a taboo and insist that you have to get engaged first then "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kareem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". And as everybody know, In our culture an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;engagement&lt;/span&gt; is a strong commitment that you cannot cancel without causing a war between the two families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last issue (the article below) I asked for her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and things really paused from there. When I insisted that id have to get her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; myself to her and getting engaged the following happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned defensive and gave me the weirdest excuses to avoid us communicating over &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (is this a warning that she is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; not my type and my parents are afraid that  they will be caught &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;red handed&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap from last article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; whats her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room turns silent .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Well, I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; myself to a total stranger without really knowing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Huh? flirt .. ya go flirt with her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3ad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister:&lt;/span&gt; ya f'6&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7a (what a shame), what if you talked to her then canceled the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a big insult to her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;that would be a far bigger insult to me for setting me up with a girl that I might spend all my life hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;What will her parents say once they hear that you want to talk to their daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Look, I am not talking to her, we are "chatting" .. C-H-A-T-T-I-N-G .. and you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really need to go &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; and ask her parents for her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; E-mail. My Sister will get it, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and here is the $1M excuse)&lt;/span&gt;: well... &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... she might not  ...  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..   know how to use  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; well then &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a very good indicator that she &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; educated enough to be my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think I should even raise my standards to the following: types fast, has a good blog, and read romantic novels. But for now, the simplest could work if my parents comply with my demand (give me her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-7884052174034566702?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/7884052174034566702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=7884052174034566702&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7884052174034566702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/7884052174034566702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/merchandise-2-cont.html' title='The Merchandise 2 ... (Cont.)'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-8251469239440465935</id><published>2007-01-26T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:21:36.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merchandise...</title><content type='html'>Every now and then the topic pops up. As much as I try to turn it into a joke to avoid anything serious I end up upsetting my parents. Its the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merchandise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;i mean the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; that your parents think is your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&amp;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; son, we find you a girl....   (what a surprise !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;well, tell me bout her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&amp;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; She is gorgeous and she fills part of your specifications ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; which part? the blond or brunette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&amp;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; be serious sultan, you aint gonna find yourself a blond or brunette&lt;br /&gt;(be serious mom &amp;amp; dad, am not that big of a looser :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OK, educated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&amp;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; yes she thought of starting a business, so yes she could work with you.&lt;br /&gt;(what a turn on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&amp;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; good !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; whats her MSN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room turns silent .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-8251469239440465935?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/8251469239440465935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=8251469239440465935&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/8251469239440465935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/8251469239440465935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/merchandise.html' title='The Merchandise...'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-4166894934663739620</id><published>2007-01-24T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:24:14.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etisalat GPRS and the ongoing fraud</title><content type='html'>Since the creation of humanity, God created locals to be careless about their &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt;, though it didn't apply to a selected few ... very few . Then, God brought up &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; to test  to which extent our carelessness can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Issue maybe of no importance to many of you, since it is said that only 3% of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt; uses &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GPRS&lt;/span&gt;. 3% of those careless people. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; we know that those people deserve to lose all their money for their carelessness, and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; is doing a good job at teaching them a lesson. I think its time for us to have a fairly priced &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GPRS&lt;/span&gt; service that does not hide &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;certian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fraudulent pricing schemes&lt;/span&gt; that you are charged for without any knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GPRS&lt;/span&gt; USAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been working in the IT and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Telecommunication&lt;/span&gt; sector with no past experience or degree. I am not a technical person, but I was able to unfold the truth about one of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Etisalats&lt;/span&gt; frauds. In my work, we have created a system &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which once installed on your mobile counts your KB usage over the mobile net. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; now can no longer hide behind the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;untraceable&lt;/span&gt; KB usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ETISALAT&lt;/span&gt; PRICING SCHEME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; pricing scheme was 2 free MB for a 30&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; monthly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;subscription&lt;/span&gt; and 1 fills per each 1KB afterwards (making it 10&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DH&lt;/span&gt;S per 1 MB extra). But to make sure I contacted &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; customer service. To be sure I contacted 4 employees, I gave each a name, and grouped similar answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee 1 (The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Smart ass&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;no no, there is a difference between &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kilobits&lt;/span&gt;, and Kilobyte .. we charge 1 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fils&lt;/span&gt; per Kilobyte and 1 MB is 100 kilobyte so its 1 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; per MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our statistics prove that wrong,  so does the rest of the 3 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Etisalat&lt;/span&gt; Employees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employee 2,3,4 (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Goodgenes&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;1MB has 1000&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kbs&lt;/span&gt; so yes, its 10&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; per MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FRAUD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now here is the most interesting part. so far we know that each 1kb is 1 fils which gives Etisalat rank 1 as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the most expensive GPRS subscription service provider&lt;/span&gt; compared to lets say India or other European countries for example that gives you free KB/MB usage for a monthly price cheaper than 30DHS. but that's not the fraud, Etisalat is abusing us, we know about it, nothing secret here, we deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take an example of the typical Mr Stockbroker who connects over Etisalat's GPRS to check his falling stocks. The whole logging and checking lets say will cost him 10kbs of download. What will he pay given that 1 fills = 1kb? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 fills  .. bravo !! NOT .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, he is charged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 fills&lt;/span&gt; .... what would the normal person say? "but they promised its 1fills per 1kb", yes they did, but without your knowledge they took an advanced payment of 30fills. Whether you use all the 30kbs or not, you still pay, if you connect for 1 second and spend 1 kb and disconnect, you still pay and the counter resets forcing you to pay another 30 fills for further usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who cares about a 30fills payment in advance? the selected few God created to take good care of their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the stockbroker, if he checks his stock 20 times a day, and each checking was followed by a total disconnect and reconnect. it will be 20 x 10kbs .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200kbs usage estimated 2 DHS &lt;/span&gt;but in fact&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is paying 20 x 30&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;kbs&lt;/span&gt; which is equivalent of 6 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now my dear friends, make proper use of the math they taught you at school and tell me how much will he spend per month.. and per year? or never mind .. do not because I cannot take it anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-4166894934663739620?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4166894934663739620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=4166894934663739620&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4166894934663739620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4166894934663739620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/etisalat-gprs-and-ongoing-fraud.html' title='Etisalat GPRS and the ongoing fraud'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462073550217982781.post-4446933393319544655</id><published>2007-01-22T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:00:53.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Been a fan of the crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, going with the crowd, have been a very big issue to me. As much as I try to stay away from them, it seems that its affecting everybody around me, best friends, family, brothers, and the list continues. So what are the crowd doing these days you may ask? the typical, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kandooorah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;khatim&lt;/span&gt;, headsets in the ears 24/7, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt;, and most important the Land Cruiser / Nissan craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, lets talk about them 1 by 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Khatim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; guys, it might be the trend these days, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; moo'6ah. But you guys are taking this moo'6ah to the next level. I see my brother and his &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kandoorah&lt;/span&gt; is like a cardboard, and when he walks, is that a train passing by? Id have to admit, I myself have made a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Khatim&lt;/span&gt; once, but now am thinking of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ebaying&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headsets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it surely became an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;accessory&lt;/span&gt;, not only girls can now look better by wearing accessories, guys do. with their Nokia headsets attached to their ears, damn how manly it makes them look like (NOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bluetooth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when did man become less manly? when bluetooth came to existance. Even though the good old days of shouting your number to a girl or droping a peice of paper was still considered retarted. Id have to say, this is worst. Now a combinition of both a Headset in the ears and a bluetooth enabled device, you can send your number to any girl pretending your talking through that headset. Stealthy aint it? give up, be Men !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Land Cruiser/Nissan Craze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the most interesting of them all. Now a person can say he is a beduin by driving one of these cars. misguided identity? since when beduins drove a 2006 Land Cruiser ? infact since when beduins had cars? my friends, you are Beduin wannabes with a lack of identity. Beduins were men, and respectable. Do you call yourself a beduin by flirting and sleeping with girls in the backseat of your Land Crusier? what a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the crowd have been a disgrace to our local community. They do have some potential in changing. Though for now, their fun to watch, please do the following for educational purposes, and I repeat EDUCATIONAL purposes: go to the malls and just point out those typical locals with your friends. and have a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462073550217982781-4446933393319544655?l=adinamorato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/feeds/4446933393319544655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462073550217982781&amp;postID=4446933393319544655&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4446933393319544655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462073550217982781/posts/default/4446933393319544655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adinamorato.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-been-fan-of-going-with-crowd.html' title='Never Been a fan of the crowd'/><author><name>ADinamorato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067022962303393326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/7/1/22/f_zf6i_c329m_6c01da9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
