<?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-30314270</id><updated>2012-01-29T07:04:03.946-08:00</updated><category term='americans'/><category term='driving culture'/><category term='accomodation'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='??'/><category term='persia'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='easter'/><category term='lives'/><category term='eid'/><category term='home'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='70&apos;s disco'/><category term='taxes'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6010594723759617146</id><published>2012-01-19T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:00:23.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>allo allo..</title><content type='html'>Jee..it has been forever, since I updated this blog. Laziness to write an entire blog post, combined with the quirky world of Twitter is to blame. If there are any of you out there, who follow this lovely little dusty blog, you can catch my rant (or rant with me) on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/a_uaeian"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I do intent to blog occasionally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6010594723759617146?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6010594723759617146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6010594723759617146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6010594723759617146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6010594723759617146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2012/01/allo-allo.html' title='allo allo..'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1104064780028060985</id><published>2011-03-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:05:47.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahrain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>to bahrain</title><content type='html'>I have always loved my visits to the tiny serene town, Bahrain. My first visit was back in 1982 with mom &amp; dad. I have first cousins who are born, raised and live in Bahrain today.  A very close friend who grew up in the UAE and went to school with me in NYC, now lives in Bahrain, where she found the love of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahrain was the happening place back in the day, and in so many ways, it still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video of Bahrain is from &lt;a href="http://www.ammaro.com/2011/03/bahrain-unite-video.html"&gt;Ammaro's&lt;/a&gt;.  Hope you like it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DPQfkuzcH4c?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1104064780028060985?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1104064780028060985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1104064780028060985' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1104064780028060985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1104064780028060985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-bahrain.html' title='to bahrain'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DPQfkuzcH4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-883960649225924006</id><published>2011-01-29T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:53:01.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>storm &amp; snow</title><content type='html'>We got so much snow the last couple of weeks. It's been fun, but it's sort of become.. bit of an onslaught. There is so much snow -- hills of snow, everywhere. I don't think it's ever going to melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdLFTcx3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/RRyjeTaEn30/s1600/IMG00072-20110126-0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdLFTcx3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/RRyjeTaEn30/s200/IMG00072-20110126-0935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567818221808830322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdAw42X6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/JlRgcxWCFeU/s1600/IMG00092-20110127-1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdAw42X6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/JlRgcxWCFeU/s200/IMG00092-20110127-1007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567818044529860514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTc6DRrLTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O1yLAbzyQLk/s1600/IMG00093-20110127-1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTc6DRrLTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O1yLAbzyQLk/s200/IMG00093-20110127-1008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567817929206738226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTcw2ATKpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/R2D2VXwowuw/s1600/IMG00097-20110127-1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTcw2ATKpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/R2D2VXwowuw/s200/IMG00097-20110127-1013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567817771025377938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTcp_-76_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aVFJTx5SfFw/s1600/IMG00099-20110127-1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTcp_-76_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aVFJTx5SfFw/s200/IMG00099-20110127-1013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567817653444930546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commuting in to work takes forever, but the humour helps :) It's good to know everybody is in together, and just trying to get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdTu5GqQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3fDDmpRY1O8/s1600/162945_1782241157156_1273266420_2095525_7410165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdTu5GqQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3fDDmpRY1O8/s200/162945_1782241157156_1273266420_2095525_7410165_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567818370411571458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and finally, some calming sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTd11oyDcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hSxajyLAQZA/s1600/IMG00085-20110127-0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTd11oyDcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hSxajyLAQZA/s200/IMG00085-20110127-0937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567818956337712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-883960649225924006?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/883960649225924006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=883960649225924006' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/883960649225924006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/883960649225924006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2011/01/storm-snow.html' title='storm &amp; snow'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TUTdLFTcx3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/RRyjeTaEn30/s72-c/IMG00072-20110126-0935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6707871167849155565</id><published>2010-12-24T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:40:50.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>feliz navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TRUTRheuU5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fkciTZB7Trk/s1600/christmas-night-magic-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TRUTRheuU5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fkciTZB7Trk/s200/christmas-night-magic-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554366907197313938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pa rum pum pum pum.." - Wishing you and your near &amp; dear a Merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year. May the days ahead, bring you the smiles and peace your heart desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6707871167849155565?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6707871167849155565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6707871167849155565' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6707871167849155565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6707871167849155565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='feliz navidad'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TRUTRheuU5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fkciTZB7Trk/s72-c/christmas-night-magic-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2505912492714183996</id><published>2010-12-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:52:18.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>winter wonderland</title><content type='html'>I am waiting at the Toronto airport, for my flight back to NYC. The Toronto area got some massive snow yesterday. Sort of early for winter, and snow. For those of you living through the winter, stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkU1S4BWXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uHAM4-tQC5s/s1600/IMG00801-20101213-1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkU1S4BWXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uHAM4-tQC5s/s200/IMG00801-20101213-1245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550990921543276914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkVDFItpOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cbo6MTOM700/s1600/IMG00851-20101214-1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkVDFItpOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cbo6MTOM700/s200/IMG00851-20101214-1839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550991158373360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get home, and spend a few days at my cozy little place, before heading to mom &amp; dad for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to put up a (real) Christmas pine, decorate it up, have presents, stockings and a wreath at my apartment door. So far, through the years, I have placed a wreath and nothing more. This is because, in the ten years I have lived on the continent, I end up visiting mom &amp; dad. However, as I get older, and continue to build upon my life here, I feel my "life" (and that includes, just about everybody &amp; everything I know, in this wild crazy and cozy town) shall feel my absence this Christmas. And for the very first time, it's mutual. NYC is at its best this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the good folks at my Condo have brought out the Christmas decor. I took a few rushed pictures on the berry. It looks better in person, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snow in the city, just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkXWhSXGkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6WGZ5c-LbM0/s1600/IMG00784-20101211-2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkXWhSXGkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6WGZ5c-LbM0/s200/IMG00784-20101211-2033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550993691370789442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkWRRW3_hI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PtXA8qhv8DY/s1600/IMG00788-20101211-2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkWRRW3_hI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PtXA8qhv8DY/s200/IMG00788-20101211-2034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550992501683781138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2505912492714183996?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2505912492714183996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2505912492714183996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2505912492714183996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2505912492714183996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='winter wonderland'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TQkU1S4BWXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/uHAM4-tQC5s/s72-c/IMG00801-20101213-1245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-45031065658636862</id><published>2010-11-30T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:16:19.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>a cross-post</title><content type='html'>I do not cross-post, much. However, &lt;a href="http://fakeplasticsouks.blogspot.com/2010/11/bored.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post by Alex McNabb is a rare and amazing read for the newbies, the tourists, the ignoramus, you, me and anyone else who care to discover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-45031065658636862?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/45031065658636862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=45031065658636862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/45031065658636862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/45031065658636862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/11/cross-post.html' title='a cross-post'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5920806490925504204</id><published>2010-10-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:53:08.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>a true story</title><content type='html'>So, I'm stuck in traffic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSdWXa4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/G732sr6tE_0/s1600/IMG00290-20101003-1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSdWXa4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/G732sr6tE_0/s200/IMG00290-20101003-1720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524248188352651442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrendous traffic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSnzzypkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LlKqvWvXUIY/s1600/IMG00281-20101003-1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSnzzypkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LlKqvWvXUIY/s200/IMG00281-20101003-1714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524248368054969922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something beeps, and this warning sign pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSwnsj5rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/f5CUvdC4QlY/s1600/IMG00286-20101003-1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSwnsj5rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/f5CUvdC4QlY/s200/IMG00286-20101003-1716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524248519422240434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panic, well sort off. I sent a picture via BB messenger to my friend in SHJ (he owns tons of rental cars and knows its mechanisms inside out). He laughs out loud and tells me what to do. I drive to a gas pump. An attendant walks over. I point to the sign. He fills the tires with some air, and checks their pressure. Hands him 20 bucks. He smiles, puzzled. I drive away - never ashamed, and head held high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5920806490925504204?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5920806490925504204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5920806490925504204' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5920806490925504204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5920806490925504204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-story.html' title='a true story'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TKoSdWXa4LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/G732sr6tE_0/s72-c/IMG00290-20101003-1720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5383704495658915075</id><published>2010-09-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:04:12.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>truths for mature humans</title><content type='html'>I usually don't post forwards / jokes from friends, but this one, has many everyday truths to it. Like # 2, 13, 16 and 25, happens every so often, with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd so appreciate if Google could truly fix # 20. And #26 goes out to all my friends, the Sharjawies in rush hour! Oh! #30 the truth about NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your everyday truths? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bad decisions make good stories. &lt;br /&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. &lt;br /&gt;23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;br /&gt;26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber &amp; dumber every year?&lt;br /&gt;29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.&lt;br /&gt;31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. &lt;br /&gt;32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my *** everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5383704495658915075?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5383704495658915075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5383704495658915075' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5383704495658915075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5383704495658915075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/09/truths-for-mature-humans.html' title='truths for mature humans'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7180471608693705450</id><published>2010-09-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:33:12.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><title type='text'>eid mubarak !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TIoJYaFuYtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mxdCFTrDEYc/s1600/Eid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TIoJYaFuYtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mxdCFTrDEYc/s200/Eid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515231008593437394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TIoJRbEbllI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EckUaBS8t_A/s1600/eid_mubarak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TIoJRbEbllI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EckUaBS8t_A/s200/eid_mubarak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515230888597362258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7180471608693705450?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7180471608693705450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7180471608693705450' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7180471608693705450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7180471608693705450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='eid mubarak !'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TIoJYaFuYtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mxdCFTrDEYc/s72-c/Eid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7945698050390669947</id><published>2010-09-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:27:12.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing lifestyles'/><title type='text'>pretty people</title><content type='html'>I placed &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2010/09/under-knife.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post on UAECB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is about an increase in cosmetic surgeries in the UAE, especially amongst men, and people from conservative cultures. Personally, I do not know of men who considered or discussed going under the knife. Most folks I know, diet and exercise to stay in shape and feel fit. Hence, reading &lt;a href="http://gulfnews.com/business/features/men-are-increasingly-investing-in-their-looks-1.674874"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; piece in Gulf News, had a few surprises, sort of. Perhaps in some ways, it also shows the changing ways of life of people living in the UAE / GCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal view, is that, if somebody wants to change the way they look and consequently feel about themselves, and are willing to take the risks under the knife, it is their choice. I may not support such ways amongst close friends or family, however I wouldn't get all righteous on them, or perhaps I shall -- depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, in some instances, things might just work out quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TH_Nwx9Cy3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eYDOPc5BjFQ/s1600/surgical_implants_693605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TH_Nwx9Cy3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eYDOPc5BjFQ/s200/surgical_implants_693605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512350706851564402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7945698050390669947?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7945698050390669947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7945698050390669947' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7945698050390669947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7945698050390669947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/09/pretty-people.html' title='pretty people'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TH_Nwx9Cy3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eYDOPc5BjFQ/s72-c/surgical_implants_693605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2561667374928951132</id><published>2010-08-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:48:00.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sights'/><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TGTALjGp-8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2b_2LTzVDhk/s1600/IMG00220-20100812-1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TGTALjGp-8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2b_2LTzVDhk/s200/IMG00220-20100812-1633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504735949187840962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2561667374928951132?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2561667374928951132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2561667374928951132' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2561667374928951132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2561667374928951132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TGTALjGp-8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/2b_2LTzVDhk/s72-c/IMG00220-20100812-1633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1765147643857966741</id><published>2010-07-12T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:11:25.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>the view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TDuDBeSA6sI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3mlMW0Io-ME/s1600/BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TDuDBeSA6sI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3mlMW0Io-ME/s200/BD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493128231840180930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The *Ahem* "view"... outside of the office I am working from currently. That's Brooklyn Decker, tennis ace, Andy Roddick's wife. Lovely couple, very simple, giving and down to earth. Brooklyn's granny was mighty proud she was chosen the 2010 Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover girl. Apparently it's a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture I posted is much smaller than what I'm actually looking out at BTW. I don't think I'd get any work done this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1765147643857966741?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1765147643857966741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1765147643857966741' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1765147643857966741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1765147643857966741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/07/view.html' title='the view'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TDuDBeSA6sI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3mlMW0Io-ME/s72-c/BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1764627131991705189</id><published>2010-06-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:44:01.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>a morning story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCpIyfsrnTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jwvpfepo9U4/s1600/real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCpIyfsrnTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jwvpfepo9U4/s200/real.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488279128243936562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on my way to work, I popped into the BR store at Grand Central to purchase a shirt. The one I was wearing didn't feel right..no reason. Whilst in the queue to the cashier some gorgeous stuff (right there in that picture) caught my fancy. I admit to staring at them more than I should have, definitely captivating. I am referring to those pair of gold necklaces hanging on that bar at the counter, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1764627131991705189?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1764627131991705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1764627131991705189' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1764627131991705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1764627131991705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning-story.html' title='a morning story'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCpIyfsrnTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jwvpfepo9U4/s72-c/real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6981918107046068278</id><published>2010-06-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:51:51.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'># 4 on the current wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCTlXR4E96I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jMPUAxit_m4/s1600/Tourist+Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCTlXR4E96I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jMPUAxit_m4/s200/Tourist+Map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486762434142468002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, only if they'd apply the rule to all public transport systems, Starbucks stores, most local restaurants &amp; eateries, Banana Republic &amp; J Crew stores..hell just about everywhere in this city. Attempted to knock down a tourist lady on my way to work this morning. Felt good, like evil goody good..muhahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6981918107046068278?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6981918107046068278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6981918107046068278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6981918107046068278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6981918107046068278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-on-current-wish-list.html' title='# 4 on the current wish list'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/TCTlXR4E96I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jMPUAxit_m4/s72-c/Tourist+Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-269951325347538637</id><published>2010-05-07T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:02:01.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>frusTrATed</title><content type='html'>OK, so a complete &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/05/06/times.square.probe/index.html?hpt=Sbin"&gt;MORON&lt;/a&gt; had his failed escapade last weekend (and chose to fly Emirates, my fav f***ing airline) home. This afternoon, the weather being fantastic, a few colleagues and I skipped over to TSQ for some lunch &amp; stress-break from work and it's &lt;a href="http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2010/05/07/times-square-evacuated-after-suspicious-package-found/?hpt=T1&amp;iref=BN1"&gt;DejaVu&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is frustrating, to say the least. Can everybody (and I mean EVERYBODY) please grow up and start being civil, think and just be for a change! It's hard enough being single, dealing with the drama and the dating scene in this city. So let's please cleanse away any further shitty drama (or action) and have some peace and quiet, shall we? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is (or was) such a brilliant &amp; gorgeous spring day here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-269951325347538637?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/269951325347538637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=269951325347538637' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/269951325347538637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/269951325347538637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/05/frustrated.html' title='frusTrATed'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3054120567843545198</id><published>2010-04-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:20:55.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>SAC 2 and AUH</title><content type='html'>"Abu Dhabi tourism is set to get a boost from the film ‘Sex and the City 2’, despite not a single scene having been shot in the city, analysts have said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, the National reports on Monday, analysts said scenes like the women riding camels in the desert and at a local market – filmed in Morocco – will promote Abu Dhabi’s tourism sector." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arabianbusiness.com/585245-abu-dhabi-tourism-to-get-a-boost-from-sex-and-the-city-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2009/08/dubai-refuses-sex-and-city-filming.html"&gt;Dubai refuses Sex and the City filming&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this a good thing. I cannot imagine Carrie or Samantha making it through week one without.. well, you know. OK, seriously, I think it'd work if they strike an appropriate balance being contemporary, yet decent and civilized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On SAC the movie -- I haven't watched all SAC episodes, however couldn't escape the shows appeal since most single folk in this city inevitable throw around SAC in conversations. Once I caught on, I could tell the show was a healthy casual comic, not just for girls, but the guys + had more than some true to life story telling of the NYC dating scene. Sarah J has (or had) an amazing "chick appeal" -- a feel good fusion of being contemporary and an appealing old fashioned vulnerability you'd love to see in most women these days. And so did each of the other characters. The show hit well with singles in this city. Personally, I think the series had more soul back in the day to the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3054120567843545198?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3054120567843545198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3054120567843545198' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3054120567843545198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3054120567843545198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-at-sac-2-date-auh-not.html' title='SAC 2 and AUH'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-9009553050201254755</id><published>2010-04-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:28:03.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='??'/><title type='text'>bling bling!</title><content type='html'>Ay Caramba! Is this for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciLcrA02I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Qd993XL8cts/s1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciLcrA02I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Qd993XL8cts/s200/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460370653280523106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciIltwzTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/owsOSasC1po/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciIltwzTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/owsOSasC1po/s200/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460370604168367410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciFSBrvcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6B5GVl6LiE/s1600/Pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciFSBrvcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6B5GVl6LiE/s200/Pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460370547343605186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-9009553050201254755?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/9009553050201254755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=9009553050201254755' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/9009553050201254755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/9009553050201254755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/04/bling-bling.html' title='bling bling!'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8ciLcrA02I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Qd993XL8cts/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3662294771853501276</id><published>2010-04-11T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:37:52.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>much love</title><content type='html'>Despite the cooking lessons and more, I've not 'developed' beyond the burnt toast, jam and the coffee phase -- yes, I am 'challenged', with cooking. Hence, the primary survivor instinct in this city -- make friends with folks (read, mostly women) who are brilliant cooks. Despite the drama &amp; diva DNA, they whip up the most amazing stuff effortlessly. This weekend a couple of girls baked a birthday cake for a close common friend. It was sort of girly looking thing, however pretty well made. Someone had a slice of the 'bitch' (the cake). It was delicious, so good - almost evil. Here's the before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8KWfOYRwuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aMXm4qv9-IQ/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8KWfOYRwuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aMXm4qv9-IQ/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459091161506497250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3662294771853501276?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3662294771853501276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3662294771853501276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3662294771853501276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3662294771853501276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/04/much-love.html' title='much love'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S8KWfOYRwuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aMXm4qv9-IQ/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6333269798296458</id><published>2010-02-23T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:44:13.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>it's that day of the week</title><content type='html'>OK, so it has been a few 'light' years since the last post. I have no excuses for the blog absence, so shan't put forth any :-) I've been in Kansas City the past few weeks on work. We've had a 'blessed' amount of snow, sleet and slush, that's turned to frozen ice.  There's plenty of sliding, slipping -- going off the roads and all that good stuff on the white shite (sorry, it has been a bad winter) And when I'm back in the city this weekend, more snow awaits! Whoo hoo!  Anyway, all thoughts aside, I leave you with this picture, which I'm assume articulate a thought most Tuesdays.  Hopefully shall get a smile from you.  Hope things are swell, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S4QOrNXdgiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BfuMfHSLOX0/s1600-h/Week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S4QOrNXdgiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BfuMfHSLOX0/s200/Week.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441490385255629346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6333269798296458?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6333269798296458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6333269798296458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6333269798296458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6333269798296458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-that-day-of-week.html' title='it&apos;s that day of the week'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/S4QOrNXdgiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BfuMfHSLOX0/s72-c/Week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3158342640729475670</id><published>2009-10-30T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:58:13.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carefree memoirs'/><title type='text'>sinane ya sinane :)</title><content type='html'>Occasionally, there are the bouts of the growing years, the times with friends, the innocence, home / homesickness of all the good stuff from the days of the old (love that song!) Thankfully, there are a few kind folks on the YouTube that help revive some of those carefree moments. Have a look at what I found today -- brings back a flood of just about everything. I think (most) kids today could use some of that innocence from the days -- they grow up way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNyyKrfVulY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNyyKrfVulY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3158342640729475670?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3158342640729475670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3158342640729475670' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3158342640729475670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3158342640729475670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2009/10/sinan-ya-sinan.html' title='sinane ya sinane :)'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8464269417467463792</id><published>2009-05-29T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:53:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>allo allo..</title><content type='html'>I should blog more often. I apologize for ignoring this blog - not a nice thing to do. I've got no excuses, except, work and travels.  Travels take much away from time to self. I'm not quite liking business travels anymore.  They say the world's become smaller. I find my days, weeks (and life) have become shorter, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's here in the city.  I'm no fan of summer, especially in NYC. Tons of tourists. Often they'd get and walk about (S-L-O-W-L-Y) in midst of morning (and evening) rush hour, taking pictures, casual chat &amp; strolls  - Oh fun! And people refuse to wear clothes. I've never understood when the once fine line being comfortably clothed and blatant nudity vanished..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thoughts to pen, however it's past One in the morning. I need to call mom &amp; dad, short chat, say prayers and hit the sack.  THANK GOD for the weekend! I'm going to be lounging by the pool (it's on the 58th floor, with a view into Central Park - nahahaa!) soak up the sun, enjoy that subtle breeze, read a book and let the soul come out and live for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty-night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8464269417467463792?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8464269417467463792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8464269417467463792' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8464269417467463792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8464269417467463792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2009/05/allo-allo.html' title='allo allo..'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2449348369832797829</id><published>2009-03-13T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:37:42.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>sights</title><content type='html'>I'm often critical of adverts, especially on Television. &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-much-nudity-is-acceptable-while.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; post at UAECB has an interesting comment thread, well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic revolve around level of nudity associated with print adverts in UAE Media. Below are some pictures in debate, as well as my comment at UAECB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SbsjMz7ocNI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tea5g9FR96Y/s1600-h/u4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SbsjMz7ocNI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tea5g9FR96Y/s200/u4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312878888419356882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SbsjHjbbvzI/AAAAAAAAASU/TDm5zhLpftk/s1600-h/u3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SbsjHjbbvzI/AAAAAAAAASU/TDm5zhLpftk/s200/u3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312878798089994034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Sbsi_3l7T_I/AAAAAAAAASM/rVDJ5heZ5Xk/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Sbsi_3l7T_I/AAAAAAAAASM/rVDJ5heZ5Xk/s200/u2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312878666063761394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Sbsi2-m7lNI/AAAAAAAAASE/k7lz9Dm5MCg/s1600-h/u1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Sbsi2-m7lNI/AAAAAAAAASE/k7lz9Dm5MCg/s200/u1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312878513328198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Run yourself slim' hmm..seem to focus on the chest, shouldn't the tummy be a focal point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dental health' - I'm not sure if she's got the healthiest teeth? She doesn't seem to have any at the left-end corner? But hey! cleavage rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Summer style updates' - get into a pool with all the jewelery (safety), whorish make-up, adorning micro-miniature 'swim wear' - a pair of stunning eyes and provocative pout! yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Girly getaway' - let's not even go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I don't get. Ever seen one of those car adverts where you've got a pretty girl lying on top of the car, twirling around the car, throwing her hair and smile at you, enticing you to get that car? Does she come with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sarcasm over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did a little modesty go out of fashion? A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. Sort of defeats the purpose of having media or journalism censorship and restrictions when this stuff is out in the open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2449348369832797829?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2449348369832797829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2449348369832797829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2449348369832797829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2449348369832797829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2009/03/sights.html' title='sights'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SbsjMz7ocNI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tea5g9FR96Y/s72-c/u4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6813475488746082101</id><published>2009-01-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:08:18.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>a radio advert</title><content type='html'>A Mashreq Bank radio advert goes - "We do banking, you do Life"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not sure, as a customer, if I'd ever want to do life, in prison! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever did the creative, probably should get life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6813475488746082101?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6813475488746082101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6813475488746082101' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6813475488746082101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6813475488746082101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2009/01/radio-advert.html' title='a radio advert'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7712715317476526990</id><published>2009-01-17T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:31:51.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>hello..</title><content type='html'>I should blog more often.  I've been home for almost 6 weeks - not sure why I haven't had a post. Am leaving back to the Apple, coming Saturday.  It's been wonderful being home for this long.  Am not sure if there'd be many more opportunities to visit, be with mom &amp; dad, family, friends an' all - just like old times.  The place has changed beyond recognition - mostly at the surface, or so I believe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas &amp; New Year's were fantastic. Family gatherings, parties, being with friends - driving around SHJ's town center - into the mountains &amp; desert brings the soul all those goodies it craves. I realize, there's an entire world out there to experience. However, am never sure what it is about this time of the year in the UAE - there's an amazing energy that draws me back to this town every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is absolutely brilliant this morning.  Am sitting in mom's garden and savouring breakfast and some tea. Her garden looks heavenly - plenty of flowers in full blossom and colours that bright up life. Why can't some things just be the they they are, whilst some perhaps just work out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my folks celebrate 35 years being with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7712715317476526990?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7712715317476526990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7712715317476526990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7712715317476526990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7712715317476526990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='hello..'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7472315337708553644</id><published>2008-12-24T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:47:03.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SVJa98__klI/AAAAAAAAARk/MQ0NZdhHP4o/s1600-h/whitexmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SVJa98__klI/AAAAAAAAARk/MQ0NZdhHP4o/s200/whitexmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283385333252067922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of the year again, when you are thankful for everything merry and bright. May joy and happiness snow on you, may the bells jingle for you and may Santa be extra good to you! May this Christmas be a delight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you - your near &amp; dear a Merry Christmas and an exciting New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7472315337708553644?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7472315337708553644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7472315337708553644' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7472315337708553644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7472315337708553644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='merry christmas'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SVJa98__klI/AAAAAAAAARk/MQ0NZdhHP4o/s72-c/whitexmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4024624446778233121</id><published>2008-11-22T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:57:07.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americans'/><title type='text'>americans in the emirates</title><content type='html'>Browsing blogosphere, I came across this &lt;a href="http://unitedbloggingemirates.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-all-americans-gone.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; at young, Blog Sheikh's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post, and a linked article talks about lack of Americans in the UAE. It's true, sort of uncanny yet funny in a way. I mean, there really hasn't been many Americans living in the UAE, in fact very few. Yet, we've always had KFC &amp; Pizza Hut - Coke &amp; Pepsi. We've had all that amazing music &amp; the movies. However, for those growing up back in the day, television shows perhaps had a larger impact in our lives. Shows that often opened up our world in ways other medium couldn't - sometimes by actually bringing to life American ways of life, stories, people and places we may never have known or actually venture to ourselves. In strange ways it helped connect with ways people live, think and feel - help us think outside the box and outside of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on shows like - Maude, Leave it to Beaver, The Waltons, Starsky &amp; Hutch, Charlie's Angels, Newhart, Fat Albert, Knight Rider, Murder she wrote, The Full House, 21 Jump street, Knots Landing, Dallas, Falcon Crest, The Simpsons, G I Joe, B&amp;B, Golden Girls, 90210 and tons more! OK, so perhaps, some of those weren't the best shows. However, I think, we definitely had Americans in the UAE. Perhaps not in flesh and blood, but they certainly were amongst us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4024624446778233121?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4024624446778233121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4024624446778233121' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4024624446778233121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4024624446778233121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/11/america-in-emirates.html' title='americans in the emirates'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2304322482290089153</id><published>2008-11-17T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:03:27.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>chuckle a little</title><content type='html'>Have a chuckle or two over at &lt;a href="http://some-like-it-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/dubai-thesaurus.html"&gt;Nick's&lt;/a&gt;.  Heads up! Must have fair share of humour and an ability to laugh at self :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2304322482290089153?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2304322482290089153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2304322482290089153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2304322482290089153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2304322482290089153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/11/chuckle-little.html' title='chuckle a little'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8562181717796780706</id><published>2008-11-09T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:20:08.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>fall is in the air</title><content type='html'>It's Fall again, I am starting to feel that chill in the air. It lifts spirits and helps place a few aspects of life in perspective. Pretty soon it's time to go from sweaters to bringing out the coats and hats, gloves and boots. Yet there is something so calming and tranquil around this time. Not much else to say that hasn't been said before. I love this time of the year. I hope it stays on and colours up people's days &amp; lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few months have been a weee bit crazy - work &amp; travels and a few other issues, mostly in my head - nothing serious :) I seem forgetful, than usual. Last Saturday, I spend about 20 minutes looking for keys all over the apartment. Realizing I was running late for dinner with friends, I decided to continue search when back. Rushing out the door - viola! Just realized, I left 'em on the door back from work last evening! I am getting old heh. I can hear mom's thoughts across the oceans, "get hitched!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SReyxG95tKI/AAAAAAAAARM/kmJO620cJMo/s1600-h/keys1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SReyxG95tKI/AAAAAAAAARM/kmJO620cJMo/s200/keys1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266874845986665634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8562181717796780706?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8562181717796780706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8562181717796780706' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8562181717796780706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8562181717796780706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-is-in-air.html' title='fall is in the air'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SReyxG95tKI/AAAAAAAAARM/kmJO620cJMo/s72-c/keys1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2579949933325148368</id><published>2008-10-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:51:24.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the past</title><content type='html'>"Feeling a bit sentimental lately. Missing the good old days when everything was just clear and simple. A bit sentimental that I can't slip back into those easier times, or can I? Perhaps I should track down those old friends and make contact? If possible visit old haunts, draw on the energy they used to supply. Perhaps one really can go home? It may not be exactly the same, but the old spirit still remains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the past quite so important whilst living in the present, and the future?  I thought, the past, was just that - the past. I'm not too sure why am writing/debating the thought - sort of felt, I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2579949933325148368?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2579949933325148368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2579949933325148368' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2579949933325148368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2579949933325148368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/10/past.html' title='the past'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8187148346884343778</id><published>2008-08-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:04:48.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>been a while</title><content type='html'>Apologies for my absence. Had a few issues kicking up a storm at work and in life. They say life comes at you fast, things change quite quickly - it's true. Life does come at you fast. I have finally realized things that matter in life are those which make our hearts long that extra bit. Life is definitely worth all those troubles and worries and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidentally, a fellow blogger had a post of taking her life short. Am not sure why, but felt I had to say something, not just to herself, but also to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs are part of life. Life is precious because we live only ONCE. It's precious 'cause, everything we've always known - ever, is from living it. The good and the bad. Those positive memoirs, our family, friends, dear &amp; near - all those and more that we've experienced is because we've lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of taking life short is short sighted - 'cause you don't know what tomorrow, or the day after holds. It doesn't take much for lives to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my share (and more) of downs every year. However am always thankful for the opportunity to live - to have lived, to meet people, to experience growing up, to have mom and dad in my life, for my friends, to have travelled and meet people I may have never known, for the lovely fall days and foliage colours, for the beautiful UAE winter days and those rare blue skies, for those long drives, for beautiful melancholy moments and tears and so much more - for all those very reasons that prove our existence and lives are absolutely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, take a look at all those lovely blessings in life. Take a look at how much you shall miss being with all those who matter, how much you shall lose out on - forever. Now say a silent prayer, and smile at tomorrow's coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8187148346884343778?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8187148346884343778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8187148346884343778' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8187148346884343778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8187148346884343778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-while.html' title='been a while'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5999798541424686152</id><published>2008-06-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:28:48.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persia'/><title type='text'>persia</title><content type='html'>I want to visit and experience Iran. A nation with it's rich culture and ways of life. I hope you enjoy this lovely post on &lt;a href="http://mywastelands.blogspot.com/2008/06/pondering-persia.html"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt; as much as I. Wonderful writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5999798541424686152?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5999798541424686152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5999798541424686152' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5999798541424686152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5999798541424686152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/06/persia.html' title='persia'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6868048782364929644</id><published>2008-06-21T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:49:17.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>the lion sleeps tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SF3aymrRm5I/AAAAAAAAANE/I2POjce3Gxw/s1600-h/norah5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SF3aymrRm5I/AAAAAAAAANE/I2POjce3Gxw/s200/norah5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564506475273106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favourite albums is, Return to Pride Rock. The album has an age old soulful track - "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". The tune has a captivating African soul. Personally, the song reminds of kindergarten days, times with mom and carefree infancy memories of an era gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst home last Christmas I gifted a copy to my sister in law, who'd just become a mom for the second time. My niece, Norah, loves listening to the track - The Lion Sleeps Tonight. Norah turns an year old this August. Obviously she does not understand the lyrics. However, each time she hears this track, she becomes all cheerful, smiley and calm on her way to sleep. This one is for you angel, sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_WPblg5ZHE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_WPblg5ZHE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6868048782364929644?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6868048782364929644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6868048782364929644' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6868048782364929644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6868048782364929644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/06/lion-sleeps-tonight.html' title='the lion sleeps tonight'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SF3aymrRm5I/AAAAAAAAANE/I2POjce3Gxw/s72-c/norah5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-726996079392149624</id><published>2008-06-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:32:12.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>a post</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we try and write up intense thoughts &amp; emotions within, and as easy as it may seem, it's actually not. However at times we sort of stumble on few simple words from fellow beings who probably are going through similar phases in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across &lt;a href="http://zozo2k3.blogspot.com/2008/06/truth-is.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; at fellow blogger Yazan's blog. For me, personally, the simple words below capture much of the angst and melancholy within, especially the past couple of years in my life. Reading thru, I find bit of solace and some solitude. It's nice to be honest with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "I can't sleep until I'm too tired to open my eyes, and once I do, I never want to wake up. I have dreams of everything I wanted to do, and nightmares of everything I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to concentrate, I struggle, I truly, struggle to be interested in anyone, or anything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as homeless as can be. And it's choking me alive. There is nothing worse than this feeling of alienation from everything that used to be your home. This disconnection, this continuous state of denial. I think I've forgotten how to belong anymore."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-726996079392149624?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/726996079392149624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=726996079392149624' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/726996079392149624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/726996079392149624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/06/post.html' title='a post'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4109443317032737531</id><published>2008-06-14T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:02:56.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>summer days</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy few weeks - work was a little more than I could handle, and personal life was just about OK, I think(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has arrived with a bang! The city's been sweltering at 105+ degrees. It was pretty bad the past two weeks. Had a major thunderstorm this evening, so hopefully the heat shall mellow a bit in coming days. I must admit, am not a summer person. I turn into this completely different *creature* during summer - mostly do everything indoors, from playing tennis, running, or just chillaxing at home. My friends think that's odd, given I was raised in the Middle East (I don't get it either). Honestly, I don't know what it is about summers - I sort of want to stick my head in a freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the steamy weather, something I do not appreciate is summer wear. To be precise what some women wear during summer. Every year, the tops, shorts, skirts an' all seem to get shorter and shorter - from barely there, to the *not there anymore*. This year, I've seen tops &amp; shorts/skirts, which in terms of size can only be defined as a headband and/or a wristband. It's funny 'cause the accessories (10 inch heels and extra large handbags, which could be used as a makeshift live in tent) are more in volume than the actual clothes on these women. Am not sure if it's to be comfortable, or attract attention - am guessing the latter. I understand it is summer, and people need to dress comfortably. However, I can't appreciate the lack of clothes on some people (both men &amp; women). There are a hundred alternatives that offer comfort as well as modesty. Being modest or modesty in itself, isn't that subjective, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer season is also brisk tourist season in NYC. People from all over the world flock into the city. It's fantastic to see the city buzzing with tourists. It's also nice to have random folks with different accents, gestures, greetings, approach me for directions, have pictures taken, ask away about the city, Broadway shows, central park, subway system and smile at what they think is a New York accent - which isn't true, 'cause I do not have an NYC(or an American) accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not travelling on work for the next few weeks, so that's good. Am thinking of selling my place and getting a larger one. Apparently home prices have come down a bit everywhere, except where I live and there is plenty of brand new inventory in the market. Mom was scheduled to visit this July - she changed her plans, again at the last minute. So am having n-o-b-o-d-y visit me from home, this summer as well - blah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it from the past few weeks. Usual city life, with work, friends, social life, summer and all - oh! I turned 32 on the 7th, so belated sana hilwa to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4109443317032737531?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4109443317032737531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4109443317032737531' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4109443317032737531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4109443317032737531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-days.html' title='summer days'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2940580088491615595</id><published>2008-05-26T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:35:47.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>saying no</title><content type='html'>Tons of thoughts, much to write - so little time, however here's something I've been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying No.  Am not good at saying "no", in fact, I've never been good at it. I give in quite easily to friends, family and just about whoever asks for help. And even though I say no, eventually I end up helping them, or risk feeling uneasy with an inane sense of guilt or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close childhood friend, from good 'ol UAE, is visiting the apple this summer (again).  I really wanna say *NOPE* to his plans. Don't wish to get into the details, however, shall say, he is a master grand slam *player*, great looking, loves women, plenty of home runs, well you get the jist.  Last summer, I took him around plenty of parties in the city, introduced him to most women friends, (he caught on to the easy ones) and from all I hear, he had a Fab time, so did most women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue.  He is married, has been for less than 2 years. His wife, I think is just about 22 - naive, simple (also, sort of spoiled) semi-conservative girl.  Am not sure if she knows of his escapades, I don't think she knows, or maybe she does, well I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he called last weekend, we discussed plans. I can see what he wants to do. He is very open and honest with me, however, if and when I oppose his views, he shall push back, disagree, prove me wrong, and distance himself for while - you know, sort of IRON the guilt with added molten asphalt, tar bitumens an' all. Ever since I've known him, he's been this way, things haven't changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am all for dating, flirting, whatever it takes for an open, full fest premarital search.  However, not after you’ve taken the vows. Hence I just don't get why some married folks cheat and swing with multiple partners. I know a few here in the city, men and women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here to judge - however, can't help thinking, don't people get hitched for love and *till death do us apart* given all the sacred vows anymore? or pick a partner, appreciate, compromise, understand, and align one another? If they are unable to do so, at the least, value traditions &amp; sentiments on vows of ancestors, and their legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there – that's what I want to say *no* to. I realize it's perhaps the correct thing to do. Hopefully I shall keep up the strength &amp; sensibility, over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am beat, off to snooze now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2940580088491615595?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2940580088491615595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2940580088491615595' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2940580088491615595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2940580088491615595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying-no.html' title='saying no'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5073431517118389371</id><published>2008-05-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:44:46.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>get a room</title><content type='html'>Something to smile about - well in a way, I suppose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeffrey Paul Bradford, 24, and Adrianna Grace Connor, 24, both employees of Pinnacle Airlines Inc., were at a diner on Sunday night before they apparently decided to take a walk, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They told the officer they wanted to go do it in the woods, essentially," said Lower Swatara Township Police Sgt. Richard Brandt. "That's the best answer they had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went awry when people who live in the neighborhood summoned police around 9:30p.m., saying they had seen a naked man and an intoxicated woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/05/21/nude.romp.ap/index.html"&gt;Silly Gooses&lt;/a&gt;, if there is a next time, get a room or something eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5073431517118389371?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5073431517118389371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5073431517118389371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5073431517118389371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5073431517118389371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-room.html' title='get a room'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6680715219138514219</id><published>2008-05-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:03:04.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>a load of nothings</title><content type='html'>Way too many thoughts in my head this evening. I was subtly forced into a rather heartless decision at work - feel low and a bit upset about it all. Don't feel like writing or thinking about turn of events today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, life, really. At times you've got to do things to others, which you'd never hope, happen to you. Sometimes you have to make some sort of a wise ass call, to set things straight for everyone else, except perhaps for the individual whose future now seems quite possibly shoved in some dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am afraid at times I sort of have an odd time recognizing where am heading or what I may become. Need a break from the present and head somewhere to think &amp; feel things thru. This is not what I want to do. Man - growing up is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets quite crowded with "friends" but horribly lonely near the top. Friends remain friends when they want something from you – especially here in the world's most populated city, where you’d find the largest number of loneliest souls. Very few are fortunate to find selfless/giving friends, those who take an interest in you, listen intently no matter what and stick thru the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about 200+ people in this city, and there isn't a single one amongst them I'd call or think as a true friend. I am, however, quite fortunate to have true friends, back home - the ones I've known since kindergarten, who know everything about my life - the present &amp; the past. Sometimes just being in the presence of friends can uplift moods, bring about a hearty smile and wash away many worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if none of the above make sense. Someone at blogworld once said, writing down our thoughts, helps understand and identify better. No better place to do so, than my casual little blog space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6680715219138514219?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6680715219138514219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6680715219138514219' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6680715219138514219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6680715219138514219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/05/load-of-nothings.html' title='a load of nothings'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5935266747140422865</id><published>2008-05-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:05:14.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>flowers in the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SB04yh8C4wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WVN81v2U7kY/s1600-h/222812755_3d455001a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SB04yh8C4wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WVN81v2U7kY/s200/222812755_3d455001a8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196371985810252546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandflowers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flowers in the Sand&lt;/a&gt; is one of those feel good blogs I've come across. Its author Frances Gunnison grew up in the suburbs of NYC and now lives in AUH/UAE. Personally, I find such pleasure and calm, reading thru her posts and view the photographs on her blog. It helps bring homes a lot closer - the world is indeed becoming a smaller place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite blogs is that of Ammaro, a top Bahraini blogger. &lt;a href="http://www.ammaro.com/2008/05/islamists-erotic-singers-and-our-mps.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; particular post, in my opinion, was quite well written, honest and well debated/argued - pleasure reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5935266747140422865?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5935266747140422865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5935266747140422865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5935266747140422865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5935266747140422865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers-in-sand.html' title='flowers in the sand'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/SB04yh8C4wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WVN81v2U7kY/s72-c/222812755_3d455001a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2808054821535144731</id><published>2008-05-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:44:37.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>optimist</title><content type='html'>I like having an optimist,or perhaps two, around.  Someone with a positive outlook on life. Someone who shall always find something positive in a given bleak situation, look at the sunny side of everything and make that sense of optimism shine an extra bit.  Someone who can just be as enthusiastic/happy/content given smiles &amp; success of others as you are about your own.  Someone perhaps too positive to give into worry, anger, angst or fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had an optimist who guided silently thru life.  And though I've not had constant direct guidance come my way often, I've seen and experienced she help and talk people into a positive frame of mind. She spoke her mind and held her own thru worried times, neck above water and emotions at bay. And though she has extended more than she could afford toward those less optimistic and to those who've wronged her, she's often been an optimist to many I've known.  She isn't perfect, given any stretch, but she is fine. She found words and help find the spirit, if not the perfect solution, and help those feel the spirit of optimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, in a way, I find it sort of surprising, 'cause I quite didn't realize or think much of all the above, until way thru in life, more so recently. Hence this simple post &amp; few casual thoughts to mom, whom I've come to realize as the eternal optimist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2808054821535144731?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2808054821535144731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2808054821535144731' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2808054821535144731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2808054821535144731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/05/optimist.html' title='optimist'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3108960033923447987</id><published>2008-04-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:46:55.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>tequila ville week 1</title><content type='html'>I've been in Mexico City (MC) the past week on business, probably stay thru the following week as well.  This is my second visit to MC, the first was about 5 years back for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst in MC, one can sense the deep rooted culture, a sense of strong family ties, and respect amongst common folk (as far as I can tell from local lingo/gestures). A lot of social importance is extended towards education, certain professions and social togetherness in the community.  Mexicans take a lot of pride in their nation's history, culture and lifestyle. Ways of life in Mexico includes many features from the nation's Amerindian past to the Spanish colonial days. And in a way, I sort of sense quite a few of the above missing in the US - probably given the US is a much younger nation and a melting pot of immigrants &amp; cultures from a hundred nations or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been a mixed bag - unfortunately, I fell sick given the change in weather and apparent bacteria in the air &amp; water. Supposedly an ancient curse (Montezuma's revenge) that falls on most newbies visiting Mexico :)  Besides that, it has been quite enjoyable - am loving discovering Central/South American culture and ways of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work takes most of time - people at work are extremely accommodating.  We are chauffeured to &amp; from work - none of that car rental, drive to work and possibility of being lost in a new city scenarios. Mornings, we are served with fresh pot of coffee and cookies, people stop by every now and then, ensure we've got information to complete what we are here for - all quite professional and courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that I do not speak Spanish, and very few speak proper English - most go out of their way to accommodate, especially the folks at the apartment complex – all of which feel quite hospitable.  I sort of have an odd time with room service - often they'd serve something completely different to that of the actual order. For instance, a request for plain pancakes with some syrup on the side - turned into pancakes and eggs benedict topped with bacon, all of which I send back. Request for a large cup of coffee and some cream on the side, turned into a tiny espresso shot and a large glass of milk.  To ease pains, the front office manager took upon herself to translate room service requests - she is absolutely patient &amp; lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my ego and self esteem, well they've had an unexpected boost! Needless to say, some Mexican "Chicas" are quite exotic - apparently, the ones at work and at the complex find me in good taste (to put it mildly).  I've been asked out for dinner by a few - innocent flirtatious queries if am single, age, background, family, accent - yup loving it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had the chance to explore the city – primarily because friends continue to warn on roaming about the city by myself, apparently kidnapping of newbies/foreigners for ransom is a national sport! Hence on weekends, I read, watch tele or go for a run around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced the first earthquake this evening. Being on the 8th floor the building slightly swayed on all directions - felt surreal.  At first thought, it felt like a dizzy spell, but as the chap stick rolled off the coffee table, I went uh-oh?  Earthquakes are quite frequent in MC - this one was a mild tremor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from dinner with colleagues. Dined at the most beautiful restaurant experience ever - an Italian-Mexican fusion of sorts, with musicians and all. The restaurant's one hundred year old Spanish quarter home surrounds a magnificent tree-shaded courtyard. Its dining area scattered through the building afford views of the patio, aged trees, local cobblestone streets and culture rich romantic plazas - the walls of the dinning area are mostly aged, exposed brick - all of which brought about a soulful charm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is lovely, feels like tail end of UAE winter – the beginning of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an interesting week to say the least - am going to be in MC thru next few weeks. Hope to visit the pyramids, town of San Angel, where Frida Kahlo lived and the Aztec Museums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3108960033923447987?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3108960033923447987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3108960033923447987' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3108960033923447987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3108960033923447987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/04/tequila-ville-week-1.html' title='tequila ville week 1'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4021238287623497872</id><published>2008-04-15T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:03:37.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>There are a few things most people look back in life and wish they could have done differently - there are also those who can look back on their lives and say if they had to do it all over again, they wouldn't do anything differently. I am not one of those, I've got the share of regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an immature 21 year old, who refused to spend Christmas with an unwell grandpa, tops my list. The following summer I learnt it was Grandpa's last Christmas. Regret taught me quite a bit on a single day.  It did enhance value &amp; importance towards people who matter. It helps mature, be stronger - yet remain humble and softer in this short visit called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more I realize regret is perhaps a forgetful, subtle yet powerful emotion.  People hardly share regrets with similar intensity as love, hate, anger or frustration.  That said - regret is instructive for you to a point. After that, it becomes self-punishment. What's done is done, and there's no escaping that fact, have got to move with the experience, which leads me to believe, regret is remorseful, yet possibly a melancholic success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4021238287623497872?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4021238287623497872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4021238287623497872' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4021238287623497872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4021238287623497872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/04/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6405961736337601046</id><published>2008-04-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:33:47.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demographics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imbalance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>making up minds</title><content type='html'>Think, I have finally said something I have always known, but perhaps never chose to believe. Fellow blogger Proud Emirati had this &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-threat-for-expatriates.html"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt; @ UAECB on demographic imbalance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up, it could be a touchy debate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not a simple task given any stretch, I believe it shall be for the better for all (citizens &amp; those expatriates) should the government put forth honest thoughts &amp; prospective plans in order to have a demographic balance. Personally, in my mind, I believe the concept of constant temporariness, which has forever been attached to the UAE, shall be removed to a large extent. Below is a response to Proud Emirati's post @ UAECB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Indeed true PE: do the powers, believe in all this? I think whatever can be done to minimize the drastic imbalance is quite fine - after all, one shouldn't feel alien in one's own home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, on one hand you've got all this crazy construction and the world's largest airport with Emirates beefing up it's fleet - on the other, you've got to tackle imbalance. Simple math, dictates imbalance is set to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much the govt can do, unless they decide, to slow down growth and the economy. It is your leaders who wish to grow and propel the economy - I think it's a brilliant idea. However, bottom line, your govt or the UAE cannot do so, without external help. Think of it this way - an economy with say a million people isn't much of a market for major businesses to operate. People and their spending power make an economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't think that expatriates should feel threatened because..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to partly realize, end of the day, people shall move to work and make a living where they are comfortable. To be quite honest, the concept of "constant temporariness" what makes the UAE least attractive. For instance, I was born there, I was raised there - and I moved out 7 years ago. There have been opportunities, and I shall admit, plenty of heartfelt sentiments to return - however, I haven't given in. Am fine where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am saying is - take a stand, implement it, and be honest about it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6405961736337601046?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6405961736337601046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6405961736337601046' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6405961736337601046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6405961736337601046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/04/making-up-minds.html' title='making up minds'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3105000074521415065</id><published>2008-04-12T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:37:50.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>week two</title><content type='html'>Met up with friends for lunch this afternoon at Paramount, a Lebanese joint at Mississauga (a suburb west of Toronto). Friends discovered the place recently. Food and drinks were yummy, the place was pretty full, with healthy flow of people – we had music and were treated to new drinks on the menu. Felt great to have some Arab cuisine after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt nice to catch up with friends, who seem to be settling into lives of home, career and family. A few are expecting – so that was the news of the day. A few bought homes and hope to walk down the aisle soon and one decided to part ways with her significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather hasn’t been great past couple of days - it’s been raining all day today. I've got to attend a dinner this evening at Hemingway's, a really nice rooftop patio/bar kind of place. Great food, drinks and ambiance. However, am just beat and lazy - feel like ordering in some Sushi, from across on Yonge (room service sucks) a decaff, a choc cake - and watch tele in my PJ’s at the hotel. Quite honestly, don't feel like socializing this evening, it's still raining and cold. Need a believable excuse and skip tonight’s dinner – thoughts anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Toronto is sort of relaxing. It does not have the mad rush, crowd and pushiness of NYC. Often, being here I learn to walk slower, be nicer and a bit calmer. The city has a much slower pace – personally, it feels a positive change, though after a while, I just have to get back to the hustle/energy of a larger city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always believed Ontario/Canada is a healthy place to live, raise a family, though I do hopelessly wish the government did more to propel an economy – do away with the passiveness it's always had. Ontario is a nice place, it's huge. Toronto isn't bad, though not much has changed since mom bought me here the first time, back in '82, except there are newer condos on every inch of downtown, cost of living has sky rocketed and the infrastructure is falling apart. Compared to most global or emerging cities, personally, I find Toronto quite passive and perhaps lethargic - quite socialist, over shadowed by powerful cities of the neighbour south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much Canada can achieve - given it’s vast oil resources across Alberta, the financial industry across Ontario and other natural resources across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said - it is truly one of the most beautiful places in the world. If and when I am done with career quest, have some extra $$ (and in the unholy event UAE becomes totally unaffordable, banishes me or both) I'd hope to retire somewhere around the Canadian Rockies. Yup, it’s been an alternative, ever since I took a cross country trip. Someday, I hope to have this cozy tiny cabin, over looking crystal pristine lakes, snow capped mountains, wild life, blue skies, pine trees as far as the eye can see - and my two dogs. Canada perhaps is a better place to retire - touch base with your soul and walk into the sunset of one's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3105000074521415065?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3105000074521415065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3105000074521415065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3105000074521415065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3105000074521415065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-two-toronto.html' title='week two'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-9150692571609524466</id><published>2008-04-04T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:30:10.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>rambling nothings</title><content type='html'>Allo peeps, apologies, been MIA.....apparently, no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a strange week at work and elsewhere - nothing way out of the usual, teensy weensy stuff had me going - WTF, more than I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo, it's almost quarter past 11 in the evening, am busy packing - heading up to Toronto, tomorrow morning (Saturday the 5th) for couple of weeks, on business (as well as a bit of bleasure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is walking the plank - I mean down the aisle. Even though I think she is doing it more out of s-h-e-e-r desperation, I have to be there for support - support as in talk her to abort, as well as throw in a prayer the groom doesn't show up. Believe me you, given the player history the dude's got on his resume, a prayer is for her own good (am not a bad person, really, I care a lot about my friends). Then again, who am I kidding – am done with all the talking/praying/*cough* threats *cough* *ahem* blackmail *cough* over the past 5 months, so now, I wish her the best, whilst fully knowing in my heart - two years, tops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year, the weather in the city (as in NYC, the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; city, TO in comparison, is a village) is heavenly. Spring is almost upon us - reminds of subtle winter days in the UAE - which, usually is my favourite time of the year. I was hoping to be part of a project and trip to the ME region this month, however plans changed, instead a few colleagues are heading to UAE, Qatar and KSA *throws head into pillow, sulks/cusses/whines* - saao now, am heading to TO, Chicago and LA - yup, on the road 4 to 6 weeks - wohoo! heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, need to wrap the packing, check documentation, and some more documentation –remind myself of a possible, piss off question/answer session, perhaps a luggage search or both (with a French speaking security superstar at TO's arrivals). Hopefully shan’t take long. Plan to drive into downtown, check in - unpack - get some sleep, yup that's right, some sleep - groom up a bit – slip into the Tux and head off to the plank walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to hit the sack - beyond beat, nightly night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-9150692571609524466?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/9150692571609524466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=9150692571609524466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/9150692571609524466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/9150692571609524466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/04/rambling-nothings.html' title='rambling nothings'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4659830849857134631</id><published>2008-03-27T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:19:23.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hygiene'/><title type='text'>catch 22</title><content type='html'>This week we had a senior individual from the London office visit NYC. Over the years I've know him, I've always been sorta evasive shaking hands (or anything which involved direct contact) just given the fact he flushes at the men's room and often walks straight out the door - to me, that's just nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an observational study sponsored by the American Society for Microbiology and The Soap and Detergent Association, slightly over three-quarters of men and women (77%) washed their hands in public restrooms – a six percent decline from a similar study conducted in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot understand why people DON'T wash their hands. For those of you who do, just remember these people touch the door on the way out. Am particular about cleanliness &amp; hygiene - am not a germophobe and neither do I believe, the only good reason to wash your hands after doing your business, is to wash away things you've been collecting on your hands thru the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't just men. Girlfriends say, the amount of women who come out of the toilet, brush their hair, apply their lippy and then walk out is equally appalling. I suspect such folks are a step lower on the evolutionary chain than most of us or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the senior dude came around to say goodbye since he was returning to London this evening (and retiring next month). Whilst leaving, he extended a handshake - I was caught in a catch 22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4659830849857134631?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4659830849857134631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4659830849857134631' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4659830849857134631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4659830849857134631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/catch-22.html' title='catch 22'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7348901549298919877</id><published>2008-03-25T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:02:01.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>taxed out</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year - time to file your taxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up pretty much oblivious to taxes, including the very concept of taxes, often, am in a bit of shock &amp; agony, each time I see a shopping bill or a paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, after about 7 years of living in a tax paying nation – and paying taxes, I understand tax monies help run towns, cities and a nation. However, I sort of feel rather appalled Uncle Sam can pretty much walk away with say about 40%of my income (almost 50% if a bonus). Tax cuts are often promised, however, given the tax cut jargon politicians dish out an election season, the only nation (that I know of) who actually &lt;strong&gt;cut&lt;/strong&gt; taxes in recent years, is Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single doesn't help, 'cause, single people, get taxed at the highest bracket. The government doesn't care being single is perhaps hard enough, nope - they've got to make you pay up just for being single - or perhaps it's Uncle Sam's message to singletons - shack up or pay up. What can hurt as well, is if you are in the middle income sect, 'cause the rich, relatively, is taxed less – the low income doesn’t get taxed much or at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I find myself asking - where all the tax monies go? And perhaps this is sort of opening Pandora’s Box of nasty questions. For instance, Social Security in the United States is a form of tax, which is used as a source of pension income for retires, as an anti-poverty program, a widow's survivor benefit, a disability check and so on (never mind it also rewards married couples more than single people, yup! sucker for being single again). However what gets my goat, is that people who are well &amp; healthy enough to work and make a living, drive a Lexus towards the social security office and collect benefits – go figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I filed my tax returns today. Fortunately I didn't owe any more, in fact had a modest refund. So am quite happy about that, never mind the sizeable chunk that's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you filed your taxes yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7348901549298919877?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7348901549298919877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7348901549298919877' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7348901549298919877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7348901549298919877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/taxed-out.html' title='taxed out'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-190191282080790213</id><published>2008-03-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:48:56.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>easter &amp; spring</title><content type='html'>It was Easter today. A few friends and I attended Easter sermon, at a community church in the City - the church was packed. Am not a heavy church goer, truthfully, I barely follow or understand the sermon. However, from what little I follow, Easter service is a bit different from the usual, as in prior to the usual murmur before the service, there was silence, only the soft quell of cathedral music and a slowly transitioning slideshow with simple words to focus the mind on the significance of the day. As kids, mom would push us into attending church and significance of Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday - again, most of which, I didn't follow much. In fact, at home, mom's the only one who follows Lent - topics perhaps for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter at home, is something I've always treasured. Mom cooks up her Easter brunch and cakes. Back in the days, friends in the neighbourhood would look forward to her Easter (and Christmas) fruit cakes. Subsequent to Easter morning sermon, guests (most often close friends and family) would arrive home for Easter brunch. Mom would whip up her specialties - that of an Easter Turkey, Buttermilk hot cross buns, Easter pancakes and Chicken Stew (personal favourite). She decorates the dinning table with some edible flowers, easter eggs, cookies and some fruits so the table is bursting with spring cheer and all. The weather in the UAE is almost perfect for such gathering - it's neither too hot, nor too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the city. I had Easter brunch with friends at a Brazilian restaurant, Plataforma, in Tribeca, downtown. Brunch was great - Brazilian food has a lot of meat - we liked the food and ambiance. After brunch, headed for coffee at a cafe nearby, met up with a newly married couple from the UAE. I was now, becoming tired and a bit sleepy, hence took off after a while and walked home. Called mom, dad picked up, had a chat - mom came on the phone, filled me with Easter events at home and neighbourhood gossip. I could hear my nephew, and some guests at the background -sure seems like a typical Easter evening, and I do miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-190191282080790213?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/190191282080790213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=190191282080790213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/190191282080790213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/190191282080790213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-spring.html' title='easter &amp; spring'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8615152120945707343</id><published>2008-03-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:15:56.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70&apos;s disco'/><title type='text'>Boney M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R-Ktvn6VIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q3ZnQl6CrY0/s1600-h/Boney+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R-Ktvn6VIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q3ZnQl6CrY0/s200/Boney+M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179893555108586274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always been a diehard fan of Boney M and their infectious charm &amp; craft of memorable 70's disco tunes. For those in the dark - Boney M used to be a 4 member pop &amp; disco band in the 1970's. The group members were from the Caribbean Islands and consisted of Bobby Farrell, Liz Mitchell, Maizie Williams and Marcia Barrett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group didn't hit the music scene with a bang, in fact initial response was lukewarm if anything - hence performed at various clubs &amp; discos across Americas and parts of Europe. With time, and word of mouth their melodious beats and brilliant vocals, brought fame across the Middle East, parts of Africa, Asia and the former Soviet Union. Along with Swedish pop group ABBA, Boney M is perhaps most widely known '70s Western music acts in these regions, though globally, ABBA and the Bee Gees ruled the 70's and perhaps thru to this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasputin and Rivers of Babylon are the more successful songs - though the former was banned in ex-Soviet Union, given obvious lyrics. Tracks like - Hooray! Hooray! It's a Holi-Holiday, Brown girl in the Ring, Daddy Cool and Ma Baker are such quintessential 70's disco beats, whilst the lyrics &amp; vocals of Mary’s Boy Child and The Rivers of Babylon get festive when they hit the airwaves every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just about 3, dad introduced me to Boney M, via an audio cassette he brought along from his travels. I vaguely remember, the very first time he played the tape at one of our parties at home - few guests and dad, dancing to the beats of Rasputin. Each time I listen, these songs bring tons of memories. In my opinion, 70's disco was indeed a class apart. Thanks to blog friend, BuJ for bringing back memoirs, given his recent post of &lt;a href="http://bujassem.blogspot.com/2008/03/ra-ra-ra.html"&gt;Rasputin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, on rare occasions, Boney M hold concerts at select cities. Here's an early Christmas wish for a Boney M concert in the UAE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8615152120945707343?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8615152120945707343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8615152120945707343' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8615152120945707343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8615152120945707343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/boney-m.html' title='Boney M'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R-Ktvn6VIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q3ZnQl6CrY0/s72-c/Boney+M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3655143066172563670</id><published>2008-03-18T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:14:28.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of my thoughtless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BuJ said - "rosh dude, give us a proper post man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is blank as a cloudless sunny sky :) I am trying, there is stuff I wish to express / share / vent, however at this point, it's blank inside out! I feel nothing, well almost nothing. I have little nothings to rant or talk about. I'm not sad, mad or overtly happy about anything in particular, which is good. However, I did pen a few nothings given the eternal sunshine of my thoughtless mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you asked for a post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST clubbed a Diva in the bus home this evening. Here's why, I offered my seat to an elderly man. The diva, felt it was her god give right to take that seat. So, she uninvitedly moved at the speed of light, took up the seat I offered the elderly man. With no apology or care forthcoming, a heated exchange set in. She gave in, not before, screaming (presumably) Chinese curses back and flashing the proverbial finger. Anyway, screw her. I won that battle, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even, earlier in the day, I refused to partake in a debate at work, re: the Elliot Spitzer saga. For those in the dark - Spitzer, the now ex-NYC governor, who cleaned up some greed at Wall Street and brought about added accountability, resigned, because he hired services of a call girl, which is illegal in America. I prefer to see the good in people, and not judge given personal sexescapades (though in his case, Spitzer had it coming, because he was just too arrogant for his own good)whilst some friends felt he broke the law, and he deserved what he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prior to that conversation, I went out for lunch with an ex-colleague who was recently made redundant. A single mom, struggling to keep her son and her lives afloat. Life is hard for her, but she is the most positive, cheerful person I know in this city of make believe divas. She's always smiling, and helping people, some virtues quite rare in this city. It's when I'm with people like her, I'm inspired, thankful and humbled at the core, because anyway I look at it, life isn't bad, I have tons to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those thoughts, I'm saying my prayers and hitting the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightly night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3655143066172563670?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3655143066172563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3655143066172563670' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3655143066172563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3655143066172563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/eternal-sunshine-of-my-thoughtless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of my thoughtless mind'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4457116764341826371</id><published>2008-03-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:27:11.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><title type='text'>sin-a-song quiz</title><content type='html'>My "sin" quotient has been measured. Happily sin profile leaves room for forgiveness, meaning, I "have" a chance to make it to heaven - Whoo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the sin quiz people, and avoid hell :) If you disagree with results, go &lt;a href="http://dubaiinmyface.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-sins-are-revealed.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; nahahaa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 40px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 50px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 16px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 16px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 20px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 86px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Discover Your Sins - Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4457116764341826371?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4457116764341826371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4457116764341826371' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4457116764341826371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4457116764341826371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/sin-song-quiz.html' title='sin-a-song quiz'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3605017969944421434</id><published>2008-03-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:21:58.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>drivers, weather and accidents</title><content type='html'>"At least six people have been killed after a series of horrific accidents on the Abu Dhabi-Dubai highway near Ghantoot on Tuesday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have said around &lt;strong&gt;200&lt;/strong&gt; cars were involved in the crash, which happened in heavy fog, with 25 cars catching fire. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/Traffic_and_Transport/10196597.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad weather/fog is to blame. Even though, (personally) I feel it's quite unbelievable, something of this magnitude could happen in the UAE - am not surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize a lot of people are moving into the country, and since driving largely, is perhaps the only option of transport, there are more cars on UAE highways. However, personally, I feel it is way time &lt;strong&gt;driving culture&lt;/strong&gt; in the UAE is educated &amp; disciplined. I have witnessed some of the silliest, careless &amp; appalling ways of driving across the UAE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the weather today, it is almost appalling why drivers weren't more careful or paid added attention - I just don't get that? World class highways, flashy cars, traffic points or fines alone, shall not prevent accidents and save lives - sane &amp; sensible driving culture is so important, can't stress that enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures perhaps extend a glimpse of the horrific carnage. May the souls lost rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: read more &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2008/03/carnage.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://word-a-day-uae.blogspot.com/2008/03/heroes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaUsCK4bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gCgF8BVy0iM/s1600-h/acc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaUsCK4bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gCgF8BVy0iM/s200/acc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494501917286834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaMMCK4aI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zXnP0hxHi6Q/s1600-h/acc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaMMCK4aI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zXnP0hxHi6Q/s200/acc7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494355888398754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaFcCK4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MQcMDv0K0OM/s1600-h/acc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaFcCK4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MQcMDv0K0OM/s200/acc4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494239924281746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aZ7MCK4YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pzFGnFbTduU/s1600-h/acc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aZ7MCK4YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pzFGnFbTduU/s200/acc3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494063830622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9afi8CK4cI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7aWC8eqV0IU/s1600-h/acc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9afi8CK4cI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7aWC8eqV0IU/s200/acc5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176500244288561602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3605017969944421434?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3605017969944421434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3605017969944421434' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3605017969944421434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3605017969944421434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/drivers-weather-and-accidents.html' title='drivers, weather and accidents'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9aaUsCK4bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gCgF8BVy0iM/s72-c/acc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2272175180508262503</id><published>2008-03-07T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:10:25.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tag 2</title><content type='html'>Tagged again, this time it’s Kaya-g. I find this one quite interesting - it's about 6 actions or achievements one should try and accomplish, before turning 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: &lt;br /&gt;1. Post these rules before presenting your list&lt;br /&gt;2. List 6 actions or achievements you think every person should accomplish before turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no conditions on what can be included on the list.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, choose 6, or less, people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. The tagged peeps write their own blog entry with their 6 suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;(i) Pick a sport you are good at, try and have a career going at it. Do not be swayed given society's sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Always make an opportunity to travel, and see beyond. Heart, often is where the home is, however, travels help grow the mind &amp; perceptions - and most importantly help, meet people.&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Develop a few genuine friendships for life: souls, who shall remain your support system, childhood thru adult life. &lt;br /&gt;(iv) Partly accept &amp; listen to your folks: they have walked the "path" - hence, most often, mom &amp; dad know what they are talking.&lt;br /&gt;(v) Develop one's own personality/identity: just because everyone favours the flavour, doesn't mean you have to. Stay true to your views &amp; honest thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;(vi) Second chances: (this one is personal and perhaps a bit heavy) - being 18 or younger, may not guarantee second chances in life. Always remain thoughtful and caring to loved ones, saying goodbye isn't guranteed - maturing this thought, is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, tag, 6 or less peeps&lt;br /&gt;1. the real nick (muhahaha nick, we wanna hear it from ya! feel free to list it on this blog if you prefer :)&lt;br /&gt;2. BuJ (realize i* has tagged you, am sorta supporting her tag - spill it brotha :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ammaro - ditto, please give it a try :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2272175180508262503?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2272175180508262503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2272175180508262503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2272175180508262503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2272175180508262503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-2.html' title='tag 2'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7444114516721902914</id><published>2008-03-02T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:25:09.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>royal tag</title><content type='html'>Saaoo, I've been tagged by princess. It's got to do with reading a book and extending a brief review of sorts. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The DaVinci Code' - Dan Brown &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Al, please don't draw that sword &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Open the book to page 123:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flipping pages* - OK, am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, page 123 does not have 5 sentences, hence flipping over to the 5th on page 124.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sophie," Langdon said, "the Priory's tradition of perpetuating goddess worship is based on a belief that powerful men in the early Christian Church 'conned' the world by propagating lies that devalued the female and tipped the scales in favour of the masculine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sophie remained silent, staring at the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Priory believes that Constantine and his male successors successfully converted the world from matriarchal paganism to patriarchal Christianity by waging a campaign of propaganda that demonized the sacred feminine, obliterating the goddess from modern religion forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's expression remained uncertain. "My grandfather sent me to this spot to find this. He must be trying to tell me more than &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 people:&lt;/strong&gt; (links to their blogs are on the right)&lt;br /&gt;Al Sinjab&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;br /&gt;United Blogging (Blog Sheikh)&lt;br /&gt;The Emirates Economist&lt;br /&gt;Movie Mania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7444114516721902914?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7444114516721902914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7444114516721902914' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7444114516721902914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7444114516721902914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/03/royal-tag.html' title='royal tag'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1210378072303962485</id><published>2008-02-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:29:18.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>sharjawies gone silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R7t7Zh8wonI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lAD4CHjtFXU/s1600-h/shj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R7t7Zh8wonI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lAD4CHjtFXU/s200/shj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168860675877937778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mannequins in Sharjah shops should be headless and only model "decent" clothing, a Sharjah Municipality circular has stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The municipality has urged shopkeepers to abide by a ban that prohibits the display of mannequins with facial features, said a senior Sharjah Municipality official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only clothes on display now should be decent and the mannequins should be headless," said Khalid Al Jaberi, head of market control at Sharjah Municipality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/General/10190933.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GN article goes to say - "it was a religious issue that raised many complaints from residents".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, I'd really like to meet these residents. Perhaps, passive troubles for the average Sharjawi, 'cause me thinks it's heading the Saudi way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1210378072303962485?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1210378072303962485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1210378072303962485' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1210378072303962485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1210378072303962485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/02/sharjawies-gone-silly.html' title='sharjawies gone silly'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R7t7Zh8wonI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lAD4CHjtFXU/s72-c/shj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6596596020463383987</id><published>2008-02-18T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T06:20:55.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>sing along</title><content type='html'>Each year, thousands across America audition for an opportunity to realize dreams for fame via the American Idol show. Amongst talented singers, the folks at Idol also extend viewers, those unfortunate set of auditions on national television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the current season, my personal pick, is that of Eva Miller's audition gone bad.  Though she fell (on her ass) part way thru - she continued to sing &amp; dance away. Vanessa Carlton, probably shall sue - however, this girl displayed some love for Simon, and some heart, given the effort :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtQO04jFSuU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtQO04jFSuU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6596596020463383987?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6596596020463383987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6596596020463383987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6596596020463383987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6596596020463383987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-along.html' title='sing along'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2017656954261285627</id><published>2008-02-10T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:54:49.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>luck</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun was bright, blue clear skies and slight winter breeze. Thought shall have the car washed, since I've been ignoring it for 3 weeks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, had the car washed and a quick stop at the local starbucks, for a decaff, and voila, it starts to snow heavily. Quite honestly, I was cheesed off, 'cause, after three weeks of rain and snow, I *just* had the car cleaned on what seemed, a bright, sunny morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to express it all via some pictures taken, as I sat thru traffic (and every goddamn traffic light) with the snow, on the short drive back to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh oh! snow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R69zBB8wohI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pLqpry_FBvg/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R69zBB8wohI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pLqpry_FBvg/s200/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165473759157592594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R69zWx8woiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/V4YeU1sWRME/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R69zWx8woiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/V4YeU1sWRME/s200/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165474132819747362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double damn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690Dx8wojI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kzjeIZbrLos/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690Dx8wojI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kzjeIZbrLos/s200/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165474905913860658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holy F!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690QB8wokI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9RZh41rUdqI/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690QB8wokI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9RZh41rUdqI/s200/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165475116367258178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......what hurt, the fact, as soon as I drove home - walked into the apartment, this was the view - NO MO snow &amp; the sun's out - *duh*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690cB8wolI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r4vU0aviH5Q/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R690cB8wolI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r4vU0aviH5Q/s200/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165475322525688402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: captions 've been added to the pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2017656954261285627?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2017656954261285627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2017656954261285627' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2017656954261285627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2017656954261285627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/02/luck.html' title='luck'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R69zBB8wohI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pLqpry_FBvg/s72-c/DSC01484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8062821884620352785</id><published>2008-02-06T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:35:54.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>picture perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R6neldo9yyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8WfakclZaL8/s1600-h/Sharjah%252BSunset%252BHDR_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R6neldo9yyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8WfakclZaL8/s200/Sharjah%252BSunset%252BHDR_resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163903182949960482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this amazing photo blog of &lt;a href="http://blog.basilkhleif.com/"&gt;Basil Khleif&lt;/a&gt;.  Personally, I think he is quite skillful and has an inherent ability to capture moments that make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already, please visit his blog and treat yourself to some amazing pictures of the UAE and foreign shores - it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8062821884620352785?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8062821884620352785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8062821884620352785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8062821884620352785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8062821884620352785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R6neldo9yyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8WfakclZaL8/s72-c/Sharjah%252BSunset%252BHDR_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6867704533631085674</id><published>2008-02-05T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:08:23.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><title type='text'>job description - "mom"</title><content type='html'>A friend send this to me, it's quite funny and very true actually. I owe my mom a lifetime (and beyond) of gratitude, love, care and support.  If it were not for her support and perseverance - my life shall not have turned out the way it is today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom, can indeed be the toughest job in the whole wide world. So people - let your mums know the appreciation for everything they do on a daily basis, and let them know they are appreciated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITION: Mother,, Mama, Mummy, Mumma, Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB DESCRIPTION: &lt;br /&gt;Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an, often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organisational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSIBILITIES: &lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs £5. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT &amp; PROMOTION: &lt;br /&gt;Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE: &lt;br /&gt;None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAGES AND COMPENSATION: &lt;br /&gt;Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENEFITS: &lt;br /&gt;While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free love, hugs, kisses and smiles for life if you play your cards right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6867704533631085674?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6867704533631085674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6867704533631085674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6867704533631085674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6867704533631085674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/02/job-description-mom.html' title='job description - &quot;mom&quot;'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4648243025481276501</id><published>2008-01-24T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:45:55.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>casual talk</title><content type='html'>Given that English language is widely used, and none amongst (my) non-Emi friends correspond wholly in Arabic (or any other language) – over the years, friends and I have sort of developed an informal set of phrases &amp; expressions (friends joke, these can be uaeian phrases/expressions) Below are common &amp; casual few from the uaeian vocabulary. I’ve listed a few, if used in dialogue/or a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pardon if I've slightly butchered two noble languages – however, I put forth (cultural) evolution as a meek defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nikka-fied - as in Nikkah between a bride and bridegroom: "A &amp; B were Nikka-fied last week". Likewise, "Talaq-ed" (hopefully fewer shall have to use that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Inshallah-ed/Mashallah-ed: "Towards the end of our conversation, he inshallah-ed our views" or "I think he inshallah-ed it?". - (do note, this can be used positively, as well as a "passive" negative and if things are uncertain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Kaif halak/halik you?" - as in, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Ana doing good" - as in, "I am doing good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Ma'assalama for now" - as in, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Tayyeb-ed it" as in Okayed: "We've Tayyeb-ed the weekend plan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Shukrans" as in Thanks - "Many Shukrans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Ain you goin" - as in, "where you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Khubz &amp; Jam" - i.e. bread &amp; Jam (well, this ain't new, it's been in place since kindergarten days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mabrootulations - Mabrook &amp; congratulations conjoined: "Hey Mabrootulations on the baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more - however, I shall stop at ten, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4648243025481276501?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4648243025481276501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4648243025481276501' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4648243025481276501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4648243025481276501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/01/vocabulary.html' title='casual talk'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7580408989704691422</id><published>2008-01-18T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:57:58.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>chocoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R5GATCqSVXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TcMKClYmB9E/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R5GATCqSVXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TcMKClYmB9E/s200/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157044112936031602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nope, I didn't bake that - a friend bought it from this tiny (well kept secret) store in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been talking about 'em for ages. The chocolate (with mouse) cake was sinfully chocoholic &amp; beyond - loved it to the core - totally wicked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7580408989704691422?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7580408989704691422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7580408989704691422' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7580408989704691422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7580408989704691422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/01/chocoholic.html' title='chocoholic'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R5GATCqSVXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TcMKClYmB9E/s72-c/DSC01394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4804548311170928480</id><published>2008-01-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:03:18.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>soul talk</title><content type='html'>Being busy can be an excuse, however, often reality. Am back at work and faced with deadlines, even before I've had the chance to sit on my chair and say "hmmm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evenings (yes already), calls, meaningless meetings - people flying into the city - more meetings on numbers that quite well might make or break a deal - dealing with a hundred voicemails, emails and all. Out for dinner &amp; drinks, appease/entertain corporate guests, small talk, kiss ass talk, empty talk and hollow laughter - whilst simultaneously easing out jetlag, homesickness and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, I ponder away - what is the purpose of life? When shall I get to do more of those simple things that matter as well - have all that sufficient time for family, friends and do things that matter to the heart, conscience and well being? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point - the purpose seems (mostly) destined to slave away given corporate slavery. Don't get me wrong, I like my job, and most folks I work with - plus am paid well - not much to complain, I guess. However, there is much more I'd like to do - and have. I am not talking material aspects of life, instead those simple pleasures most often taken for granted - which seem harder to come by as we get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only so many days we get on this wonderful planet, with people and places that have come to define who we are. When time is up - it's up, there is no going back. How can I have some of that cake and eat it as well - not asking much, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4804548311170928480?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4804548311170928480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4804548311170928480' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4804548311170928480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4804548311170928480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/01/soul-talk.html' title='soul talk'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6327395051429020895</id><published>2008-01-15T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:54:04.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infrastructure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHJ'/><title type='text'>underwater city</title><content type='html'>So SHJ has become an underwater city &lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/Environment/10182104.html"&gt;again!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is involved with planning of SHJ need to realize, an efficient infrastructure is the lifeline of an Emirate. The lack of what clearly seems insufficient planning towards the city's infrastructure is appalling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues given the recent downpour in DXB is not bad compared to underwater city next door -good 'ol SHJ. It seems we never learn from the past or the neighbour next door. SHJ is a disaster - residents are overwhelmed given the constant pour &amp; flooding. A friend left for work this morning at 8:45AM and got into Dubai Damac offices at 2PM! Another friend's rental car outlet, is flooded, given SHJ's drainage system is clogged and/or overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across newer areas of Al Nahda &amp; Al Khan (the new Corniche area) there's just way too many construction of high rises and insufficient roads or sewage structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you drive into SHJ(from DXB) - can't help notice close proximity of buildings, often built right on the highway - there is just no room for expansion - in some instances, residents step off the building lobby, right into a highway, I kid you not! There is little (read none/zero)concept applied, similar to DXB, wherein a buffer is maintained for future road (width) expansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHJ can be the beautiful Emirate/suburbia, it once was - people need to stop/scale back on ill fated planning, pointless beautification projects &amp; most often, greed driven high rise construction craze. Take a look at what they've done to the lovely Buhaira Corniche, once amongst the most beautiful places in the UAE. Collectively, it's killing this once beautiful Emirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies on the rant - can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6327395051429020895?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6327395051429020895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6327395051429020895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6327395051429020895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6327395051429020895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/01/underwater-city.html' title='underwater city'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2269664088579696746</id><published>2008-01-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:43:03.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's been rather whirlwind couple of weeks - am not sure how (or why) days pass in haste. Christmas, post Christmas/New Year parties amongst casual get together, took a lot of my time. It's quite heart warming to know people sincerely wish to with me, spend time, chat up and have me as part of their celebrations or casual rendezvous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, it's been fantastic to be home and reflect upon a few aspects - from self, to changes in people's lives (many of whom I've grown up with) and also changes across the nation. At times, I feel quite distant from most - yet quite attached, just like old times. Confusing and understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, along with the positive there has been the share of unpleasantness. Most often, I think, I have matured to see &amp; remember the good, and let the unpleasantness pass by. Over the years, I have come to realize, reality can be quite different from (preconceived) perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time at home with mom &amp; dad brings most joy. Simple pleasures - as having tea in my mom's garden, casual chats with mom, her home cooking, basic repairs at home or walking into the local café - to a brisk stroll through town or an action packed outing with friends seem precious moments I have always taken for granted back in the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes across DXB - SHJ leaves me breathless. Am not a huge fan of supersonic changes, however (partly) witnessing DXB transform itself much towards it's ambitious road map is inspiring to say the least. It's not all perfect, however - having lived with it from infancy - witnessing what it has become today feels surreal &amp; inspiring - sort of tells you, nothing is impossible. As for SHJ, well it's home, am quite sentimental - however shall say, if people put a little more thought, a whole lot more can be done for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several thoughts to blog/debate on - however (lame excuse) time is quite short. Many more folks to meet, many more newer places to see and couple of personal issues to deal with. I confess I have had some guilt for absence from blogworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said I haven't been this happy for a while. It feels good to have a break, away from the capitalistic madness/rush of amazing New York City (at times I miss it all) and splurge on simple quality moments - quite refreshing, shwarmah for the soul indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2269664088579696746?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2269664088579696746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2269664088579696746' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2269664088579696746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2269664088579696746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-holidays.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3135814142263611458</id><published>2007-12-25T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:46:24.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>feliz navidad</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas &amp; an exciting 2008 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihW56Xa3XGQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihW56Xa3XGQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3135814142263611458?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3135814142263611458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3135814142263611458' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3135814142263611458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3135814142263611458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-vavidad.html' title='feliz navidad'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7930314844956026625</id><published>2007-12-18T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:38:47.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>going home</title><content type='html'>Less, than 8 hours to my flight from JFK to DXB and hopefully I shall be on my way home for Christmas. Busy with packing and some re-packing. I am almost done with last minute shopping, or so I thought, till dad threw in a few stuff (whilst I was on the phone with him ...... and packing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in New York City is just amazing. Though, I have not spent a Christmas eve in NYC there is an amazing cozy yuletide cheer in the air. The city is brilliantly lit up - people shopping midst Christmas trees, lights, soulful carols and family get together. There are bits of snow and cold chilly breeze and at times crisp fall days with brilliant sunshine and blue skies - it all adds to the yuletide. A drive thru to the suburbs and you shall see beautifully lit homes with Christmas trees, lights &amp; snow filled gardens - mom's dads', grandma's/pa's, cousins &amp; friends, all home - in the hometown they grew up - meeting for Christmas, to reminisce the growing days &amp; and treasured memoirs - share laughs, recipes, home cooked meals, love &amp; care and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few parties and dinners to attend, and there's plenty more should I stay back, however must spend Christmas eve with mom &amp; dad, family, friends, home cooking, around the pine &amp; presents at home and all else that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am quite excited this year on my trip - partly 'cause this year I've had a some added challenges with life and at work, however, it's all in the past and well now. At this point, I look forward to spending time with family &amp; friends. Once home, I’ve got plans/trips thought out - hopefully I'll get to some of them. I wait anxiously for this time of the year. As soon as fall sets in, I am super excited as a little kid off on summer holidays - and start counting the days, book my flights - get started with the shopping and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am all festive &amp; happy - can't help humming away Amy Grant's sleigh ride - love the tune &amp; lyrics ..... "just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling" .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Odw_-Wg2Ndc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Odw_-Wg2Ndc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7930314844956026625?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7930314844956026625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7930314844956026625' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7930314844956026625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7930314844956026625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-home.html' title='going home'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5084485530485989714</id><published>2007-12-13T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:39:10.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>WHAM!</title><content type='html'>This one's for you Joe - realize you don't fancy Wham or George, however I think you might like this oldie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize Christmas doesn't feel quite the same. Hold on/hang on to those wonderful memoirs, do whatever you have to, to move on. Treasure the spirit of Christmas &amp; Nat. This Christmas is a whole new season - chin up &amp; get festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewP7iBCFJWQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewP7iBCFJWQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5084485530485989714?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5084485530485989714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5084485530485989714' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5084485530485989714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5084485530485989714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/12/wham.html' title='WHAM!'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7588311627175103586</id><published>2007-12-07T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:38:41.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers'/><title type='text'>accidents &amp; loonies</title><content type='html'>OK, here's my beef - as the infrastructure gets better, road fatalities increase (?)or so it seems this is what's happening in the UAE. Yup, sure, traffic has increased ten fold - however the UAE, especially Dubai has some world class highways - they may not be perfect (yet),and may need a few touch ups, but it's damn good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the influx of folks from all parts of the globe, there exist the best &amp; worst driving cultures in the UAE. It's amazing the varied driving cultures you shall see on a strip of highway. Accidents happen, but they are preventable - especially, when you know it could be fatal to an innocent party. Hence, I don't understand why some loonies are unable to extend that extra bit of caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government is doing the best they can, so are Dubai cops (wish I could say the same for SHJ, Anjad) - and drivers must take an effort to co-operate. Loonies have got to understand, driving is a responsibility, as much as a pleasure/privilege. Lives are involved - somebody's dad, mom or kids. Way too many loonies on the roads these days - I see several every Christmas. I could go on, but have nothing new to add - there has been much debate on this topic, however little change. When in the UAE - nothing makes me more mad, than a selfish, ignorant lunatic of a driver. Folks need to mature, take responsibility and get on with sane, sensible &amp; safe driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sorry to hear some loonie caused you discomfort i*.. - wishing you a speedy recovery. Happy shopping for new set of wheels (me recommend the Hummer)- pleasant thoughts are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1n0KmRQ12I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mp1tC0hFmQM/s1600-h/Get+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1n0KmRQ12I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mp1tC0hFmQM/s200/Get+well.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141408912528955234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7588311627175103586?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7588311627175103586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7588311627175103586' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7588311627175103586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7588311627175103586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/12/roads-loonies.html' title='accidents &amp; loonies'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1n0KmRQ12I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mp1tC0hFmQM/s72-c/Get+well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5740895886588657311</id><published>2007-12-02T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:41:04.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1SwIWRQ11I/AAAAAAAAAHg/gadUwi9D3Ek/s1600-R/UAE+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1SwIWRQ11I/AAAAAAAAAHg/wF9TryaRAdU/s200/UAE+flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139926732200007506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 36th Birthday - Al Emarat. Wish you continued peace, success &amp; smiles ahead - always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow blogger, Blog Sheikh, has uploaded some fantastic videos on UAE, Sheikh Zayed and the early days - you can view it at his blog &lt;a href="http://unitedbloggingemirates.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-national-dayand-break-for-me.html"&gt;United Blogging &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5740895886588657311?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5740895886588657311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5740895886588657311' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5740895886588657311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5740895886588657311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday_02.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R1SwIWRQ11I/AAAAAAAAAHg/wF9TryaRAdU/s72-c/UAE+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3713166049129653980</id><published>2007-11-30T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:55:09.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>the truth in engineering</title><content type='html'>If an i* and an Al - went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oDSJLhONI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WRI535VEmSA/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oDSJLhONI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WRI535VEmSA/s200/shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136921935206234322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note how an i* visited every other store, except - the gap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC men &amp; women, between the ages of 18 &amp; 35 - am beyond convinced:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oEKJLhOOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QsDY-xEt6BM/s1600-h/mechanisms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oEKJLhOOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QsDY-xEt6BM/s200/mechanisms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136922897278908642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at loss for words - yes, already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oEzZLhOPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LvtGc_-IjlA/s1600-h/final+word.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oEzZLhOPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LvtGc_-IjlA/s200/final+word.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136923605948512498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3713166049129653980?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3713166049129653980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3713166049129653980' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3713166049129653980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3713166049129653980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-in-engineering_30.html' title='the truth in engineering'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R0oDSJLhONI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WRI535VEmSA/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7913944666233833401</id><published>2007-11-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:49:02.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multi-culturalism'/><title type='text'>understanding</title><content type='html'>Recently &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2007/11/understanding.html"&gt;Movie Mania&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dubaiinmyface.blogspot.com/"&gt;CG&lt;/a&gt; had posts on "understanding" amongst all those you live/make up the UAE community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides safety, the opportunity to understand someone from another culture, religion or background was a primary asset to those who grew up in the UAE. The ability to understand, comprehend and to an extent, accept differed ways of life is something which has helped most folks from the UAE, adapt better to foreign shores/travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My circle of friends comprised mostly of South Asians, Arabs and English - most of whom were Muslims &amp; Christians and some Hindus. Often we understood the ways of life and cultures amongst our homes were "different" - however, each amongst us, learned to understand and therefore accept &amp; respect such ways of life. Often, I'd have questions on certain aspects within my community/family as much as my Muslim/Hindu friends and in a way, we helped each other understand better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not saying, we lived in perfect understanding, awareness &amp; harmony with each other - quite honestly, most of us as children tried to do that and more, as any child growing up in such environment could. However, I've always sadly, accepted our parents lived within individual communities, for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, cultures always evolve - and given the prospect of having children grow up amongst a mixed community it shall give rise to a new culture of sorts, which is what I think exists in many fellow "uaeians" today. I believe &lt;a href="http://localexpatriate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Local Expat&lt;/a&gt; is a prime example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps am going on a rant - the purpose for this post, was to direct some sense to disturbing comments at &lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/"&gt;UAECB&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://secretdubai.blogspot.com/"&gt;SD's blog&lt;/a&gt;, 'cause most often it boils down to US v/s them. There is much hate &amp; angst, and often am not sure where most of it is coming from. I don't think I've heard or felt such vibes growing up in the UAE. Most people who've lived there for many decades, still prefer living in the UAE - yes cost of living has gone up, so have traffic issues - but UAE continues to provide a safe, pleasurable place to live &amp; raise a family. It is by no means perfect, there is much to do on several freedom aspects, equality, continued women empowerment, pollution controls, amongst much else to work on - however slow &amp; steady things shall move towards the right direction, I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said - nobody is perfect, a community has it's set of pros &amp; cons. It's about taking an effort to reach out and understand one another - after all we are people, whose lives perhaps is created from the same source/creator, but born into different homes &amp; cultures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7913944666233833401?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7913944666233833401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7913944666233833401' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7913944666233833401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7913944666233833401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/11/understanding.html' title='understanding'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5077669061827550564</id><published>2007-11-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:15:01.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><title type='text'>worn out?</title><content type='html'>Not sure if am procrastinating or just worn out these days? I find myself more fatigued than usual. This year, specifically, more so the past few weeks, 've been taxing on the mind &amp; body, given work &amp; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to do before year-end, and I find myself with little energy, drive or enthusiasm. For instance, today at work, the mind pushed to expedite a few deadline driven deliverables, however, the body just wouldn't budge. After a while, the mind gave up, well it sorta went dead, like an automotive battery and then it felt like an "alternator" within, went bust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The norm is to leave work around 8PM - however, these days, I get home by 6, yet find myself too tired for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is on the wall - time for a break, need to recharge, re-evaluate and energize! Crawling towards those holidays in a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit-Kat anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5077669061827550564?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5077669061827550564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5077669061827550564' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5077669061827550564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5077669061827550564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/11/procrastinating.html' title='worn out?'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2320755184705103587</id><published>2007-11-05T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:17:22.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>trip to toronto</title><content type='html'>It was a whirlwind 2 weeks - however, did manage to get a day off from the weekend. Drove around downtown TO, took a few snaps and met up with a few friends from the large social circle, I have in the Toronto area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pics from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped this, as we took off from NYC, love the colours of the sunset, just brilliant, subtle and, quite calming. Reminds me of sunset views from my home in SHJ (minus the elevation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM0U-RI7lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cx9X75hxWcg/s1600-h/t1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM0U-RI7lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cx9X75hxWcg/s200/t1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130501935422041682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That city all lit up is downtown Buffalo, a city in upstate New York, which borders Ontario, Canada. It's just about an hour's drive from Toronto to Buffalo. Today, given the rise of the Canadian$ (or rather depreciation of the US$)many Canadians drive into Buffalo for quick shopping and huge bargains - some at half the Canadian prices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US portion of Niagara falls lies close to Buffalo. That dark black pitch, is lake Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM0yuRI7mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VnxQH7BVP40/s1600-h/t2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM0yuRI7mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VnxQH7BVP40/s200/t2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130502446523149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cluster of high rises is uptown Toronto (Yonge/Sheppard) area. I used to live in one of those buildings, whilst in Toronto, years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1CeRI7nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aAFjI3bCaN8/s1600-h/t3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1CeRI7nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aAFjI3bCaN8/s200/t3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130502717106089586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the hotel room in downtown - the view faces north on Yonge street. I try and stay at this hotel as often as possible, and even try to have the same room - takes away some stress from constant travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1QuRI7oI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cWm6ek1YnuE/s1600-h/t4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1QuRI7oI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cWm6ek1YnuE/s200/t4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130502961919225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily downtown Toronto traffic - there simply, are no roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzEOEYuaY_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/V7DS8Fe2vrE/s1600-h/tor9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzEOEYuaY_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/V7DS8Fe2vrE/s200/tor9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129896919071089650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falun_Gong"&gt;Falun Gong&lt;/a&gt; rally in downtown. Must admit, having grown up pretty much oblivious to live demonstrations/rallies, sighting one does make me a bit anxious - especially all that shouting by lead demonstrators. Feels so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2XeRI7tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xPH1eLCKXR0/s1600-h/tor3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2XeRI7tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xPH1eLCKXR0/s200/tor3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130504177394970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall colours in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1yuRI7pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2r5aPdiU4B4/s1600-h/tor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM1yuRI7pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2r5aPdiU4B4/s200/tor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130503546034777746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM13ORI7qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yn2_bCnaykA/s1600-h/tor2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM13ORI7qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yn2_bCnaykA/s200/tor2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130503623344189090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst taxing on the runway, I noticed this beautiful "lady", proudly draped in red, white, green and black - looking stunning at the Toronto's Pearson Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2IORI7rI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uzFYqUtjw2Q/s1600-h/tor4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2IORI7rI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uzFYqUtjw2Q/s200/tor4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130503915401965234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2KeRI7sI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y3OZK2Afpjk/s1600-h/tor5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM2KeRI7sI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y3OZK2Afpjk/s200/tor5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130503954056670914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, glad to be home, sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzDqbouaY8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RCDL7R2XbHk/s1600-h/t7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzDqbouaY8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RCDL7R2XbHk/s200/t7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129857736084448194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2320755184705103587?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2320755184705103587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2320755184705103587' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2320755184705103587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2320755184705103587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/11/trip-to-toronto.html' title='trip to toronto'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/RzM0U-RI7lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cx9X75hxWcg/s72-c/t1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5588509872495592143</id><published>2007-11-05T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:45:27.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>flu, fall and all</title><content type='html'>So I've got the flu. Sort of knew it was coming, given it's the flu season, plus I haven't been taking care of myself given work commitments and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, (quite early) with flu symptoms at it's best, a pounding headache, sore throat, congestion - the works. Unable to crawl off my bed, reached for the blackberry send a short note to my admin, am not going to make to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay in bed thru noon. Feeling (slightly) better, dragged myself to the washroom, brushed &amp; washed up, threw on my rob for some warmth, made some coffee, switched on some light music, walked over to my bedroom window, pulled aside the curtains for some sunlight and view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was bright, skies were quite blue, beautiful fall breeze, fall colours on trees, grass so very green - almost a perfect fall day. It sort of hit me then, that given my daily rush for the bus or train to work, the many (similar) pretty days I've missed over the past several days &amp; weeks - and now, I had almost missed the fall colours, the beautiful sky and sunlight, and everything else, which makes days quite beautiful &amp; worth looking forward to and life, that extra more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd say this - am kinda glad, I've got the flu, at least I've got a chance to see daylight, nature's colours and appreciate simple things in life which matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few casual pics from my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_KzYuaYtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/el0vXMMMD88/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_KzYuaYtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/el0vXMMMD88/s200/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541484757541586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_KzouaYuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OO986k3JAQE/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_KzouaYuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OO986k3JAQE/s200/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541489052508898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_Kz4uaYvI/AAAAAAAAADE/w-N8dnyQwIU/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_Kz4uaYvI/AAAAAAAAADE/w-N8dnyQwIU/s200/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541493347476210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5588509872495592143?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5588509872495592143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5588509872495592143' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5588509872495592143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5588509872495592143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/11/flu-and-all.html' title='flu, fall and all'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/Ry_KzYuaYtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/el0vXMMMD88/s72-c/DSC01064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5886502056563486209</id><published>2007-10-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:00:17.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>naaaoooo :)</title><content type='html'>I've been hit with a severe case of &lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/Society/10163385.html"&gt;HEARTBURN&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's this stinker happening in the UAE? Is that woman wearing winter boots, in blithering dry summer heat? Oh wait, it's B'wood, nothing "should" make sense - blah fook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5886502056563486209?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5886502056563486209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5886502056563486209' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5886502056563486209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5886502056563486209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/naaaoooo.html' title='naaaoooo :)'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3009405650960445913</id><published>2007-10-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:19:19.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ontario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>visiting ontario</title><content type='html'>Been in Toronto, the past week (and will be here) thru this weekend into the next week - it's one of those travels given my work. I like coming into Toronto, 'cause there are many ex-UAE folks who now reside in Toronto and parts of Southern Ontario -plus my mom's aunt lives in Ottawa, I'll visit her next Friday for some quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining off and on yesterday and into this morning. I am scheduled to meet with some friends at another friend's new home this afternoon. She &amp; her better half are remodelling their new home - in Brampton, a beautiful suburb of Toronto. Brampton and north of Brampton is quite mind blowing &amp; beautiful during fall. I can't wait to see my her new home - she says, their backyard looks out into open miles of colourful trees and pine trees. She's put up a new deck, and we'll be doing some paintwork on that, plus help fit &amp; paint some windows across the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying at downtown TO, and there isn't much to do aside the usual downtown activities - most of which I've experienced, when I lived here a few years ago. Personally I prefer the countrysides of Brampton, Barrie, Peterborough and when I retire &lt;a href="http://www.discovermuskoka.ca/"&gt;Muskoka&lt;/a&gt; - much more to the city life. I think when you live in a city for too long, it just makes one perhaps more materialistic, and hard from within - life tends to pass by much quicker.....and perhaps we lose in touch with all that really matters in this short period of life on beautiful earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - the rain has stopped for now, the sun seems to be coming out. I better change and get driving to my friend's place. She's cooking some amazing Pakistani/Arab dishes this evening, given my visit. Can't wait to sit on that deck (it's going to be a bit chilly) have drinks, food and just splurge on good times with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3009405650960445913?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3009405650960445913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3009405650960445913' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3009405650960445913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3009405650960445913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/visiting-ontario.html' title='visiting ontario'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7798972864021150075</id><published>2007-10-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:59:53.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>oh?</title><content type='html'>Came across this &lt;a href="http://localexpatriate.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-did-this-place-exist-back-then.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on Local Expat's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true and funny at the same time. I relate a lot to what he says. It is strange how many newer folks are moving into the UAE today, and more strange that some think the place was perhaps uninhabited 2 decades ago :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the UAE this past March-June on project work, every single person at work, would ask - "is this your first time to Dubai" and I'd say, "no, I was raised in the UAE". With a perplexed look, most would ask, rather inquisitively -"how long was that ago, and how old are you?". And to be honest, some are quite fascinated/happy to meet people who were born or raised in the UAE, primarily 'cause, today one hardly comes across many who've been in the UAE for more than 5 years or actually come from the UAE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this one time last Christmas, whilst at a desert safari campfire &amp; dinner, my friends and I were introduced to some newer expats who've been in the UAE between 2-3 years, mostly from the UK, EU, India and Canada. When friends &amp; I said we were raised in the UAE, they went - "Finally! some people who actually from this place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question/phrase usually goes - "I didn't know people lived here back then, how was it here back in the days".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7798972864021150075?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7798972864021150075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7798972864021150075' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7798972864021150075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7798972864021150075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/0h.html' title='oh?'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5665539195460911110</id><published>2007-10-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:04:32.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>tag time</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by blogosphere bud  &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252130&amp;postID=3025778159389789888"&gt;BuJ&lt;/a&gt; on 5 reasons why I wish I was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. zero worries, lotsa similes, laughter and TLC &lt;br /&gt;2. naps on granny's lap, listening to her lullabies (miss her lots)&lt;br /&gt;3. a much younger &amp; healthier dad &amp; mom&lt;br /&gt;4. uae was a young, beautiful 8 year old&lt;br /&gt;5. kindergarten days with toddlers, some of whom are my friends 4 life, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to tag a few people - due honours to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i* - spill 'em princess :)&lt;br /&gt;7S - feel free to detail it all on this post :)&lt;br /&gt;Al - am sure it was quite colourful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5665539195460911110?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5665539195460911110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5665539195460911110' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5665539195460911110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5665539195460911110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-time.html' title='tag time'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2071002572563941770</id><published>2007-10-16T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:07:18.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><title type='text'>united blogging</title><content type='html'>Loved this &lt;a href="http://unitedbloggingemirates.blogspot.com/2007/10/abdullahs-speech-to-un-and-road-ahead.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Atleast someone is saying it with a balanced perspective to those around the globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2071002572563941770?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2071002572563941770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2071002572563941770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2071002572563941770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2071002572563941770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/passion-talks.html' title='united blogging'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1476761053939654378</id><published>2007-10-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:35:47.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs'/><title type='text'>golden memoirs</title><content type='html'>An outlet which has remained unchanged, given the *change wave* across the UAE today, is this tiny bakery on SHJ's Al Wahda** street. Since the early 80's (I was about 5 then) most Friday mornings Dad would bring me along to the Golden Loaf. Friday mornings is perhaps the only morning, when one can drive around the city and feel its ambiance and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the future. When back in the UAE every Christmas, I drive along certain spots of the city on early Friday mornings. The roads are empty and people still in bed. I try and catch remains of that old city ambiance and memoirs. Stop by at the Golden Loaf for some simple, yummy and fresh fruit cakes and chicken patties, the very similar ones we had back in the day. What captivates, is that the treats cost as much it did back in the 70's /80's, but also that the bakery interiors remain pretty much intact with the original decor / architecture. Often, when I step into the building, it feels like nothing has changed through the decades and time has sort of stood still, in a good way. Some may find this boring or dull, however, I do not. Sometimes it's the simple things that help relive those precious memoirs and nostalgia, which I think, is a good thing. So, I shall visit the Golden Loaf when back in the UAE this Christmas, for some more cake, coffee and good ol' memoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**correction - Al Wahda was miss pelt, stands corrected (thanks i*maginate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1476761053939654378?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1476761053939654378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1476761053939654378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1476761053939654378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1476761053939654378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/golden-memoirs.html' title='golden memoirs'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3899664442670926894</id><published>2007-10-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:02:04.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>match makers</title><content type='html'>OK, so everyone knows New York City is the place for singles - single men &amp; women move into the city from all over to meet prospective partners, hopefully for life. Whilst we all have specific thoughts on the better halves, there are also a fair share of wild ducks amongst the sane ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an advert (and the response) from a single woman, on craigslist. There is much debate going on at the moment, between friends &amp; I. I think the advert is honest to the point, it's a bit obnoxious, whilst the response is sorta funny &amp; fitting ......well, I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advert Reads:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I doing wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around $200K - $250K. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my questions specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,restaurants, gyms&lt;br /&gt;-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my&lt;br /&gt;feelings&lt;br /&gt;-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)? &lt;br /&gt;-Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story there?&lt;br /&gt;-Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Response from a guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So,I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease,let me know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3899664442670926894?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3899664442670926894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3899664442670926894' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3899664442670926894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3899664442670926894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/match-makers.html' title='match makers'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4993572495898580848</id><published>2007-10-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:06:10.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='readers'/><title type='text'>mind matters......</title><content type='html'>"Great minds discuss ideas - Average minds discuss events - Small minds discuss people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the "Britney" coverage and all sorts of celebrity related media coverage these day, I personally believe, the above phrase, sadly says a lot about the common man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, there is an overwhelming media coverage on rather redundant and petty celebrity news/events. From Britney's MTV appearance, to losing custody of her kids -the O J Simpson 90's trial flashbacks to his recent arrest - Halle Berry's pregnancy, Brangelina and another buncha countless trivial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's all mind boggling - the extent of coverage for such petty issues and the number of *analysts* who come on these shows to give their *quantum physics* take on the chain of *events*. Top it all with million dollar paychecks of clowns who manage to *sensationalize* such trivial news to the average Joe &amp; Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, more recently in the UAE, I've noted Gulf News and other broadcast media covers similar redundant news on Bollywood. Personally, it's quite upsetting to read or watch stuff about a bunch of clowns with zero substance or talent - dished out much media coverage. I cannot understand, why someone would need to know if two actors are shacking up, wearing designer clothes, having each other's babies or just climbing trees. Aren't there alternative news &amp; events of substance to cover within the UAE? Surely our minds need to know more than just celebrity news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I sense anything remotely celebrity related on television, I switch channels. Sadly, there aren't many more channels to switch, given most of them broadcast such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to ask - what is wrong with the picture tube today? Why do the average Joe &amp; Jane love such such coverage - why let the media continue to cover such *stories* - especially, given there are a hundred alternative news events of substance happening across the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Oman went thru Gonu, causing much havoc to life and property - here in the US, we had to a 15 second comment from CNN and FOX. The worst part - the FOX lady, read that portion, like it was *unimportant* - similar to how grannies discuss laundry or something. Instead, we were dished with coverage of some drunken, partied out, top heavy Blonde gone missing - with all sorts of analysts and private detective clowns giving their take on - "what could have happened to her" -mind you, these are national TV stations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4993572495898580848?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4993572495898580848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4993572495898580848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4993572495898580848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4993572495898580848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/mind-matters.html' title='mind matters......'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6763086835694450244</id><published>2007-10-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:38:36.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what the tomorrows bring, hence suppose, we must simply take each day as it comes and be thankful for today? Wallah, I know, it's easier said than done, but we've got to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uaecommunity.blogspot.com/2007/10/millions-of-expats-could-be-kicked-out.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what got me thinking. Such announcements are not new, since they have propped up in the past, hence it's no secret to the hundreds who've lived in the GCC for many years/decades. However it's quite hard to reconcile and grasp. It's a sensitive topic for the citizens, as much as it is for folks like myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak from experience - as someone born and subsequently raised in one nation for the first 25 years of my life, I admit, the possibilities of an uncertain tomorrow has affected me in more ways than I'd want it to, and even though I've moved out of the UAE, live &amp; own a home perhaps in the most happening city in the world, have fantastic friends and a career going - the feeling of *not* being home lingers on. It's like I try and wash it off and it's still there, I rinse and repeat, and it stays in me! Wish it'd just get out of my system, so I can go on with my life and be least affected given such news, however remotely possible such policies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, if I had a choice, I'd let go, because am sick of being neither here nor there, kinda guy. I wrote this &lt;a href="http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/04/searching.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; a while back. Reading it, helps calm down. As much freedom and joy there is, living on your own, after a while it's equally hard being away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not sure why am I even writing this post past midnight on a weekday - probably just venting away, before going to bed? Tomorrow is another day, shall see what another tomorrow brings - positive thoughts, positive events. Right now, tired &amp; sleepy am off to bed. Good Night yall :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: a huge *Shukran* to &lt;a href="http://bujassem.blogspot.com/2007/09/uae-point-of-transit-for-arab-minds.html"&gt;BuJ&lt;/a&gt; for his warm/understanding thoughts and an opportunity to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6763086835694450244?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6763086835694450244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6763086835694450244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6763086835694450244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6763086835694450244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-waiting-for-it-all-to-leave.html' title='thoughts.....'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-3088530586739098836</id><published>2007-09-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:46:03.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efforts'/><title type='text'>charity begins at home</title><content type='html'>Indeed it does - and I am happy to have come across an &lt;a href="http://jalalstower100.blogspot.com/"&gt;individual&lt;/a&gt; and his selfless efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause is positive and the efforts so very commendable. Would highly encourage those of you to put forth any spare change or contributions of your choice towards Jalal's chosen charities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-3088530586739098836?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/3088530586739098836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=3088530586739098836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3088530586739098836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/3088530586739098836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/09/charity-begins-at-home.html' title='charity begins at home'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4146897514294327188</id><published>2007-09-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:33:33.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freej'/><title type='text'>freej fans</title><content type='html'>Freej fans out there - the new season is &lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/tabloid/Entertainment/10156033.html"&gt;out&lt;/a&gt;. Will it tickle more than the first season? Apparently, there is a new character this time - Abood, Umm Saeed's grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be splendid, if this series had an English version or English subtitles. The UAE expat community could be missing out on some fine homemade series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4146897514294327188?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4146897514294327188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4146897514294327188' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4146897514294327188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4146897514294327188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/09/freej-fans.html' title='freej fans'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2754875057196466183</id><published>2007-09-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:35:10.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etiquette'/><title type='text'>etiquette?</title><content type='html'>I am not an admirer of A'dinejad (or GWB) - however strongly feel against Columbia University president Lee Bollinger's &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/09/24/columbia.president/index.html"&gt;actions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not polite to invite a nation's president and be rude to the guest whilst addressing an entire faculty/university, that's just bad sermon. Bollinger's actions placed him quite low and undermined etiquette &amp; credibility. There are multiple ways &amp; tones with which to disagree. Columbia is a world renowned educational institution, not a public school for the juvenile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2754875057196466183?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2754875057196466183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2754875057196466183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2754875057196466183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2754875057196466183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/09/etiquette.html' title='etiquette?'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8187757060630058458</id><published>2007-09-04T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:42:19.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>for your entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF and a 1/2? Let's debate the southern way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8187757060630058458?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8187757060630058458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8187757060630058458' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8187757060630058458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8187757060630058458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/09/wtf-and-12.html' title='for your entertainment'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-2790021496990537225</id><published>2007-08-24T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:44:12.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>rush(ed) hour 3</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Rush Hour 3 with friends. Being a huge fan of the RH series - RH 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoints&lt;/span&gt;. Primarily the movie tries hard to recycle same old stunts, scenes with hot women folk and jokes from it's successful predecessors. What's new is that it all happens in a new city - Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt, there were way too many loose plots, some half baked theme about brotherhood and an ancient Chinese tradition going back a thousand years and other massive holes in the plot which are best left ignored. All in all, the plot &amp; theme of RH 3 is ludicrous and hoping to take a message or indulge in forced laughter (why people laugh hard at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recycled&lt;/span&gt; jokes seen at previews is beyond me?) - RH 3 is a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan, at 53 may not be able to make the moves look as effortless as in the past, but the man makes a sincere effort. Chris Tucker's character makes an attempt to tackle the bad fellas more often in RH 3, than it's predecessors. However as in the past, he continues, to scream along like a little girl at least 50% of his on-screen time - and be paid $20 sweet millions for his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few pluses:&lt;br /&gt;- a terrific interrogation scene involving a French nun &amp;amp; a bad fella&lt;br /&gt;- some neat action scenes on top of the Eiffel tower&lt;br /&gt;- breathtaking views of Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final word/bottom line - avoid the *rush* to a theater, wait for the DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-2790021496990537225?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/2790021496990537225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=2790021496990537225' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2790021496990537225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/2790021496990537225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/08/rushed-hour-3.html' title='rush(ed) hour 3'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7250872934455827917</id><published>2007-08-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:00:05.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversions'/><title type='text'>conversions</title><content type='html'>Done with the weekly grocery shopping list. Racked up a bill - not sure what I've bought or why I've got a few items (like tennis shoes) on a grocery list? I am into conversions, as in, cash conversions of monies spend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dirhams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I could spend any amount of monies and I'd have to convert to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dirhams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, almost instantaneously.  I *realize* the *value* of monies spend, only after I've converted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dirhams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent minded conversions happen often at the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;/Target store or a Starbucks or a banana republic, good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gap or the hair saloon or the most conversion prone area - the gas station and the grocery store - all payments go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an instant mental conversion. I carry around a black berry (its calculator) on days am slow for quick................conversions. The only place I can’t think of conversions is while paying for a meal at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why convert every purchase to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dirhams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It does me no good, 'cause inadvertently or otherwise most things are expensive in the apple compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Plus I get paid in $, so what's the point of conversions eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forgot to add that sugar-free cheesecake to my list, think it’s $9.99 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 36) – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;notta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad deal eh! yum yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7250872934455827917?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7250872934455827917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7250872934455827917' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7250872934455827917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7250872934455827917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/08/conversions.html' title='conversions'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7860865144238230870</id><published>2007-08-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:27:48.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>the weather today</title><content type='html'>Rather crazy day in the city today. Some sort of tornado hit Staten Island (one of the 5 boroughs that make up New York city). The sun came up in the morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t stay for long - in a few minutes it went back to being dark. A while later I could hear thunder &amp; heavy showers and could see floods forming. An hour later, the showers stopped, but it was hot &amp;amp; very humid – with increased flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning rush hour was bad (read terrible). Subways, buses, ferries all delayed given the weather. It took me an hour to get into work, which I think is much better than most people, since it took most 2 to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known Manhattan is an Island, however realization (of some sort) hit today. Why do people have to come to work on an "island"? If you think about it - it's a bit strange, especially for someone like I, who has always lived &amp; worked in separate cities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SHJ&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DXB&lt;/span&gt;, but never have had to travel into an island for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most corporations have worldwide head quarters in Manhattan, and though there are those fortunate amongst us who can afford to live in the city, the large majority of folks who work in NYC, live in the boroughs of Queens, Staten Island, Brooklyn &amp; Bronx, and in the suburbs of New Jersey, Connecticut and Philadelphia (which is at least 2.5 to 3 hour bus ride). There are several tunnels, bridges and ferries commuting people into the city. I would say about 90% of people working in the city use one and/or multiple public transport systems to get into the city. I read somewhere the population in Manhattan goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; 8 million on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence today, given the weather it was quite unfortunate to witness, almost an entire city of people, dripping wet head to toe with rain &amp; sweat given the humidity – yet patiently waiting, forming (long) disciplined queues for delayed transit systems and for water, coffee &amp;amp; breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into work around 10AM, and we had people walk in past 11AM. Thankfully the office has a shower – which had a wait time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; lunch and into the later afternoon. Some folks went out to the GAP &amp; Banana Republic stores next door for new clothes - given that they were drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work around 8PM and walked to the subway – the sky was clear, there were no signs of rain, the streets seemed dry for the most part, but humidity continued to stay on. As I reached my apartment building, I could see spots of flooding, a few trees down and some stores without power - praying the entire time my building had power - and it did. I got home switched on the air conditioning, took a nice warm/cold shower – made ice tea, threw a frozen dinner into the microwave - just in time for an episode of Law &amp;amp; Order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the weather should be slightly better tomorrow and back to thunderstorms &amp; showers on Friday – however you never know, at times we have all four seasons on a single day in the city. Hopefully the weekend should be nice, am off to Florida on projects &amp;amp; meetings - strongly dislike bad weather when flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to bed, exhausted, been a busy week. Good night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7860865144238230870?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7860865144238230870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7860865144238230870' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7860865144238230870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7860865144238230870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/08/weather-today.html' title='the weather today'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-883758672982661063</id><published>2007-07-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:31:42.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>decisions decisions</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to arrive at a decision over the past 2 weeks.  I've got to make a firm decision and a response later this week. However, I'm just unable to do so, or think straight with my head.  The heart butts in and strews all sorts of emotions into the process.  I have to admit, I like  thoughts from the heart - because, when I think about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen - the ones from the heart seem much more appeasing - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; for a while.  However, in comes the mind (you know like those nuns we had in high school) preaching away the potential realities.   Both sides make valid points, I guess I sort of want to have the positives from both - have the cake and eat it too? Come on people, what is the point of having a New York cheesecake if you cannot eat it huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: most often I suck at making decisions, I'm NO good at it. Usually sit on the fence, and someone/something just pushes me over. This is something I really need to work on, put on a brave face, and take that darn plunge. I'm upset at my inability to make firm decisions, because most often, I choose an option and backtrack, or start thinking on the "what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" to possibly retract - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arrrgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hit with similar trying times, I usually ring up friends (spread across the globe), and age them a decade or two with my talk. It comes to a point, wherein I have some folks plead mercy. The ones who know me too well usually jump ship first -whilst the ones whom I can always count on continue to stick with me &amp;amp; my stress, for a quest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, I've got time until this weekend. I hope whatever I choose to do, or "whatever happens, happens for the better". It's funny, because this phrase is the motto of my life - yet, so out of reach in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, time to call my shrink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-883758672982661063?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/883758672982661063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=883758672982661063' title='152 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/883758672982661063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/883758672982661063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/07/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions decisions'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>152</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1204371342630936347</id><published>2007-07-14T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:41:28.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple pleasures'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged - 10 simple pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aight&lt;/span&gt; - I've been tagged by a princess – i*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maginate&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;. Cannot disobey royal requests, hence 10 simple pleasures are -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. evening tea &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shisha&lt;/span&gt; with childhood friends, reminiscing growing memoirs - being in each other's company totally oblivious to the supersonic changes around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. long drives into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hatta&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Khorfakan&lt;/span&gt; and Oman in the winter with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. going for a run in my neighbourhood - staring at the trees &amp;amp; leaves swaying to the wind, reminding myself the number of times I have walked/ran past these trees, the flowers - the neighbourhood park and the very homes over the decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sitting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt; on a saturday evening, with a good book, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, zero worries and the pleasure to afford a coffee under $2 in Manhattan - when everything else costs an arm, leg and your first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "dining" on fruit cocktails, other heavenly beverages and loads of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shawarmas&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jabal&lt;/span&gt; Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Noor&lt;/span&gt; with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. sitting with mom &amp; dad in the garden - just being in their presence, seeing them age, having those silent &amp;amp; “connected” moments with them - holding my nephew and see my childhood gone by, in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. strolling around my mom's garden, staring at her roses - her flowers, plants and this one particular tree, she planted about 23 years ago (which she treats like her own child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the smiles on Ahmed's face - each time my dad or I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; tipped him over the years (Ahmed, passed away last Feb, he was our laundry man since time immemorial, 34 years to be precise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. staring out into my mom’s garden from my bedroom window – and hear her call for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. lone drives into the desert in my dad’s SUV on a winter afternoon - just sitting on the sand, watch the sunset - just being with the sand, the blue sky, the chilly desert wind, a faint call for prayer faraway – the enigma of being home &amp; the peace within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; who must I tag? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oki&lt;/span&gt; – moi tag - inspire your mind &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;localexpat&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!) – would love to tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Emirati&lt;/span&gt;, but I think he shall possibly drive a hummer over me instead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1204371342630936347?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1204371342630936347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1204371342630936347' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1204371342630936347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1204371342630936347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged-10-simple-pleasures.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged - 10 simple pleasures'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-1203951973269360784</id><published>2007-07-04T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:59:58.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google maps'/><title type='text'>Google maps - UAE</title><content type='html'>It is finally here people - enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;geocode=&amp;q=UAE&amp;amp;sll=20.593684,78.96288&amp;sspn=27.33591,41.132813&amp;amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=24.746831,54.124146&amp;amp;spn=3.34206,5.141602&amp;z=8&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;geocode=&amp;q=UAE&amp;amp;sll=20.593684,78.96288&amp;sspn=27.33591,41.132813&amp;amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=24.746831,54.124146&amp;amp;spn=3.34206,5.141602&amp;z=8&amp;amp;om=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should help too (I found it from Amiri Info blogspot &lt;a href="http://www.amiri.info/"&gt;http://www.amiri.info/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://map.ocit.ae/"&gt;http://map.ocit.ae/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-1203951973269360784?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/1203951973269360784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=1203951973269360784' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1203951973269360784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/1203951973269360784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/07/google-maps-uae.html' title='Google maps - UAE'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4739876360885536396</id><published>2007-06-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:58:37.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low income housing'/><title type='text'>pushing the envelope?</title><content type='html'>"An Emirati family who must vacate their government-owned home in less than five days said they have no place to go and have urged authorities to address their grievance. " - click on the link below for the entire article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/Housing_and_Property/10135570.html"&gt;www.gulfnews.com/nation/Housing_and_Property/10135570.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I am not sure what to make of this? If one cannot find low income housing in one's own country, where else can someone have low income housing - Yemen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe more low income homes are being demolished to make way for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jumeriah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joes &amp;amp; Janes&lt;/span&gt; and their trots? If true, this is appalling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4739876360885536396?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4739876360885536396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4739876360885536396' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4739876360885536396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4739876360885536396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/pushing-envelope.html' title='pushing the envelope?'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-6065342243560130692</id><published>2007-06-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:02:58.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>i love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="file://&lt;object%20width=/" 20height="350"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIAWY4LLsEw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song is just beautiful. I listen to this song when the going gets tough. It provides that extra peace &amp; comfort - the belief that, life indeed is beautiful and no matter what, each amongst us has the courage &amp;amp; confidence to keep hopes alive - to keep living &amp;amp; pursuing dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-6065342243560130692?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/6065342243560130692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=6065342243560130692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6065342243560130692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/6065342243560130692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-this-song_26.html' title='i love this song'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-8336091790413745023</id><published>2007-06-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:18:06.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>mom</title><content type='html'>Like most men - I cannot show emotions from the heart, especially to my folks or most friends. Today, like most days, sitting at the big apple, I think of my folks. It is hard, sometimes very hard to be away from them - often each day away seem a mistake? There are times I hope to get on the next flight home - be with mom &amp; dad forever. Sure, we'll have our difference of opinions and things can get quite intense at times and yes it does make me pretty sad &amp;amp; super mad when I get all upset with them. However I learn to reconcile and be mature - realize how much I care for them, how important they are and very insignificant everything else can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about mom a lot lately - thinking why haven't I hardly said to her, how much I value her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; in my life? How much I appreciate and am thankful for all that she has done for me. How sorry I am for not doing things her way - and not just because I've always wanted to live my life and "break free" - but because I wanted to learn &amp; live - make real mistakes to experience life and discover myself - not have the luxury to live beneath her wings (even though I wish I could) and be protected from realities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad may have made the big bucks, but mom who held us all together. She gave us our identity, protected us from all harm, she fought the battles - cared &amp;amp; have toiled for us. I cannot think of a moment without her in our lives. She has been so fair to even those who wronged her. She is capable of so much more in life, but never had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to explore her potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom isn't keeping too well these days. I think of her every passing moment, I worry about her - and sometimes I find a tear or two passing down my cheek. However, everyday I say a prayer for her to get well - and though I am sure she shall recover soon enough, I wish I am with her at this moment - to attend to her needs, tell her how much she means in my life her &amp; make her proud. I want her to know in her heart of hearts, that every passing moment she is in my thoughts &amp;amp; prayers. I love you mom - always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-8336091790413745023?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/8336091790413745023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=8336091790413745023' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8336091790413745023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/8336091790413745023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/moms.html' title='mom'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-5274397159869933604</id><published>2007-06-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:43:33.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misspellings'/><title type='text'>unintended misspellings</title><content type='html'>A misspelling can cause some grief, anxiety and unwanted discomfort between two parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received a short email from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CFO&lt;/span&gt; - who BTW is the nicest lady I have met in this city, well in this country, actually. The last sentence of her email should have read - "could you please come over for a sec" - sec as in second. Unfortunately, given that alphabet "x" is next to alphabet "c" within the keyboard, the poor woman typed in "x" instead of "c". Hence the sentence read - ""could you please come over for ....." well you can fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet lady was most apologetic &amp; quite embarrassed - I reassured her, mistakes, errors happen, we are human after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about misspellings eh? Please take MUCH care guys &amp;amp; gals, you wouldn't want to send the "wrong" message because of an alphabet,  I know I wouldn't and now am a bit paranoid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-5274397159869933604?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/5274397159869933604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=5274397159869933604' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5274397159869933604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/5274397159869933604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/unintended-misspellings.html' title='unintended misspellings'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4414740056356427103</id><published>2007-06-18T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:27:39.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trousers'/><title type='text'>it "shred"</title><content type='html'>OK I have to share this with you guys ('cause I have no one else to share it with here!) Last weekend I was visiting this firm, we are looking to acquire. It was a casual day at work and everyone wore jeans and casual T shirts/tank tops - some in slutty tank tops etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FD (he is a Lebanese Canadian a bit heavy and a very very nice guy) had client meetings scheduled late in the afternoon - hence wore a suit with tie and all. In the morning, he met with me for about 2 hours or so and as he got up (he was sitting beside me) to leave - his toe inadvertently knocked over an office bin. The bin fell over with debris over the office floor. The poor guy bent over to pick up the debris and his (suit) trousers tore wide open from the behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty loud and in the middle of an open office floor! Everyone was sorta surprised, and just stared at each other - not knowing what to say and a bit polarized at the sight to be honest. Whilst he bent over, his back was facing this young aussie woman sitting next to me - and her instant reaction was "omg that's huge!!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home right away and called me from his cell phone saying - he won't come into the office for rest of the day because "my trousers are shredded"! Poor guy, I felt so bad for him - he is such a nice fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, whilst at work he was just pretending nothing happened at all, but some mean folks (in humour) would ask him about his trouser :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4414740056356427103?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4414740056356427103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4414740056356427103' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4414740056356427103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4414740056356427103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-shred.html' title='it &quot;shred&quot;'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-607034700426784732</id><published>2007-06-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:18:42.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>it's all in new york city</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you folks -- it all happens in New York City. We've got superman flying around town, and into outer space preventing asteroids from crashing into the city. Spidey swinging from scraper, to scarper. Batman and Robin pretending they are at "Gotham" which we all know is *really* Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the unfriendly (or misunderstood) folks from outer space blowing up things around this town. Yellow cabs blown away into oblivion - La Independence Day / MIB / War of the Worlds.  Damn asteroids crashing into the city (Armageddon). Crazy ass ice storms freezing everything on its way (The day after tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have the Fantastic four flying around. King Kong at the Empire state eh! Oh! Carrie and the girls spreading love (well sort of) and then some! The gang of Friends.  Then there is Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer. The Sopranos. Law &amp; Order and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, everytime I look out my apartment window, or whilst just strolling out and about the town, I guess I am just surprised I haven't witnessed any of the above! Nope, no aliens (well at least none from another world) – no weird end of the world storm scenarios – no super heroes swinging, flying or skating around, nor the poor love struck Kong at the Empire state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often I just see bunch of cops and car chases, firefighters, ambulances and cops running around, boyfriends caught cheating lol! and plenty of tourists walking the city this time of the year. Plenty of yellow cabs just honking away to oblivion etc all. It’s just business as usual at the Big Apple, and I like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-607034700426784732?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/607034700426784732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=607034700426784732' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/607034700426784732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/607034700426784732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-all-happens-in-new-york-city.html' title='it&apos;s all in new york city'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-4537765825397183631</id><published>2007-06-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:34:38.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lives'/><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>Am sitting in some fancy office, surrounded by files and inane paper work (mostly on numbers and legalities) of acquisitions made across the world. There is plenty of work to do - plenty of calls to make - plenty of questions to answer and plenty of deadlines &amp; living people to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However am unable to bring myself to a task? Woke up feeling rested, had a good night's sleep. Traffic to work wasn't bad - the coffee wasn't bad - neither was this yummy slice of (Golden Loaf) fruit cake I managed to bring all the way from SHJ to NYC. 40 minutes into my day, and something just switched off within - not sure what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then can’t think straight or have the energy to move around - walk into people's cubes/offices or keep a conversation or my speech going. I seem to be plain tired/exhausted. I am sorta wary when this occurs, cause more often my mind goes wandering away to oblivion and starts thinking up stuff I rather not think about such as -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of a "purpose" - yup a purpose to life&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of things I've always wanted to do, but never could?&lt;br /&gt;- thinking as to what am I doing in Manhattan, when all dear/near ones are on the other side of this planet?&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of things I could do, rather than be "imprisoned" within a corporate office, mostly with people I rather not see again&lt;br /&gt;- thinking that at 31 why am I not living my way&lt;br /&gt;- the way I want to live my life&lt;br /&gt;- thinking &amp;amp; wishing I had bags of million $ bills to get away from all this, travel around, see people and places, visit my mom &amp;amp; dad, hold my nephew again *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;- thinking why am I single in this goddamn city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again am not sure why am writing all this down? Someone once said to me, writing down thoughts will help better realize what we want from our lives even more - don't think that's working today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past 6PM and as I look down into the street from my office window I see people making their way to the bus terminals and train stations, after a hard day's work (well maybe not in my case) . But an aspect which never ceases to amaze me is that despite Manhattan being insanely crowded, why is it I find the loneliest souls in this city or the fact that most people with friends or in groups seem to be searching for "validation" in life - all sorts of validation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooo why are so many of us lost from THE purpose(s) of our lives? I am not sure if I am lost, I know what I want to do - can never seem to bring myself to do it, given all that I've said in the first paragraph plus some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-4537765825397183631?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/4537765825397183631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=4537765825397183631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4537765825397183631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/4537765825397183631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314270.post-7790759067436776012</id><published>2007-06-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:44:06.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>salik saga</title><content type='html'>Personally I do not think Salik is bad for the UAE or for most motorists. Bottom line, reality check - all these years we pretty much drove the fantastic roads and highways of Dubai/UAE for FREE. Yes Free - nobody paid taxes or a fil (traffic fines don't count) to help build this infrastructure. Nobody's paying anything for the world class metro system that's coming up. It is all government funded. In North America I am taxed 40% of my gross income (bonuses are taxed at 50%) - yet the roads are full of potholes - some the size of baby elephants. In addition to taxes we’ve got toll roads in most cities &amp; inter-states. I just don't understand why the hue and cry for Dhs4 or Dhs 8 perday - isn't it worth the fantastic Dubai roads? I mean we all know there is never a free lunch - and we (expats &amp;amp; locals) had Dubai/UAE roads for free all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no Salik or alternative revenue for the Dubai government - then there may not be increased roads or highways or infrastructure i.e. its growth could be limited and may not meet UAE's growing needs, in which case, people will complain there isn't sufficient infrastructure in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys decide: salik/alternative revenue = better infrastructure or no salik/ alternative revenue = limited/insufficient infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….. and yeah - I agree salaries for the most part should be increased with this added cost of living, that's the viable way to go forward - this is my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314270-7790759067436776012?l=blog-uaeian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/feeds/7790759067436776012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314270&amp;postID=7790759067436776012' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7790759067436776012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314270/posts/default/7790759067436776012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-uaeian.blogspot.com/2007/06/salik-saga.html' title='salik saga'/><author><name>rosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271894997251528158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xIT6Yy-CPUM/R9WOkcCK4WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VG7QrbLGzvI/S220/sanddunes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
