<?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-6402008963336558658</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:11:17.304+03:00</updated><category term='Lesson in Life'/><category term='Daily Stuff'/><category term='Something Saudi'/><category term='Tech Talk'/><category term='Photograpy'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Hypothetically Speaking'/><title type='text'>It's O.K.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-3211379815915954535</id><published>2012-02-01T21:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:15:11.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying posting from an android device . If it looks good there might come more posts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BwArM5FWPfI/TymBLIzC22I/AAAAAAAADJc/aAGCE06ZYPw/20120201_174703.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-3211379815915954535?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/3211379815915954535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=3211379815915954535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/3211379815915954535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/3211379815915954535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2012/02/just-trying-something.html' title='Just trying something'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BwArM5FWPfI/TymBLIzC22I/AAAAAAAADJc/aAGCE06ZYPw/s72-c/20120201_174703.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Al Izdihar, Al Izdihar</georss:featurename><georss:point>24.78218 46.71401</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-7326787414550477326</id><published>2010-02-21T16:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:47:19.089+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Saudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Vice Principle</title><content type='html'>High school memories. I promised myself not to go there. But somehow, I find myself meeting people from my past that help me drag that chain of thought. Last night I met my old high school principle. Lets call him AbuRadi. You know these people that helped you grow up and develop some kind of stable personality. Well, AbuRadi is NOT one of them. I had to shake hands and pretend that I liked and respected the guy. But in reality we all know that its not acceptable for a gentleman to pull his glove and slap another older man with it. I'm not a duke from the 18th century. Plus, I didn't have a brick to slip in my glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of issues with my schooling days. suffice to say, they are not my best memories. And I try my best to forget them. You see, I grew up in a time when its acceptable to beat up a student and humiliate him then ask him to apologize afterwards. There was this incident, when after the usual humiliation, and apology on my side; AboRadi told me that I have to say it and mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same man, would let his son, Radi, get out of school any time he wants. Homework is not an issue to Radi. And, good grades are taken for granted. Yes, I was a victim of a corrupted school management. And that goes for the rest of the school staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to avoid people when I'm in my home town to avoid painful memories. Yet, there are some occasions that i meet these people. But as always I learned my lesson this time. Next time I go shopping in my home town, I will carry a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was one of their top students. You Should listen to what the rest of the guys have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY, I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-7326787414550477326?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/7326787414550477326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=7326787414550477326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7326787414550477326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7326787414550477326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2010/02/vice-principle.html' title='The Vice Principle'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-9164654479247841772</id><published>2010-01-30T13:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:44:11.446+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Having an Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm warming up my car. Ready to go back home. just had something in mind. When you talk about something or someone, you will find people jumping to opinions. Sometimes taking sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was talking to a dear someone. He said "this guy -refearing to a certain political figure- is not really a good person". I gave him this advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the thing, next time you are about to air an opinion, think of a couple of things. First, is that person affecting your life and will your opinion of him affect his. If it doesn't, you don't need to have an opinion about him so that you don't develop an emotion to a cause which is not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself time and effort by keeping yourself opinion-free about things that doesn't affect your life in a direct way. You will live a happy life. Trust me. I'm not that happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was at : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=25.88477611541748,43.560694456100464"&gt;58857, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-9164654479247841772?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/9164654479247841772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=9164654479247841772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/9164654479247841772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/9164654479247841772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2010/01/having-opinion_30.html' title='Having an Opinion'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-7952574244399103528</id><published>2010-01-25T13:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:59:25.130+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Geo-tagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was blogging from home last night and noticed the cellphone tagged my location using the Geo tagging feature. So, I just finished my lectures and warming up my car.  I thought I might post something so that you know where I work. Its a college in the middle of nowhere. Well, it was supposed to be temporary untilled they finished the construction of the new college. If you click on the link below you will see an unfinished construction site a little to the east. They well as soon as the catch the Turkish constructor who fled the country for some reason. Riiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was at : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=25.887662172317505,43.565168380737305"&gt;58857, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-7952574244399103528?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/7952574244399103528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=7952574244399103528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7952574244399103528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7952574244399103528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2010/01/geo-tagging_25.html' title='Geo-tagging'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-5279765468098839251</id><published>2010-01-24T18:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:40:12.673+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><title type='text'>Should blog from my Android</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've had the android phone for a while. Its an HTC hero. Yah and if you are wondering its a guy phone. I've always saw the iPhone as a wee bit girlish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have this applicant application blot away since I got the phone and never tried it. I think its about time I start writing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. The spell correction on this thing is way off. So if you see a word that doesn't fit,please tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was at : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=25.846240950000002,44.209702799999995"&gt;Mstshfa Al Midnab 56528, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-5279765468098839251?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/5279765468098839251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=5279765468098839251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5279765468098839251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5279765468098839251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2010/01/should-blog-from-my-android.html' title='Should blog from my Android'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-2974195508071619311</id><published>2009-02-16T23:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:23:30.302+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Saudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>How Hollywood see us Saudis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was watching the movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still" , I'm not really a critic or anything and i dont care much about any idea in any movie; cuz lets face it Movies are not art , they are entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, something caught my attention. They were showing some pictures from different places around the globe, when this came on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 584px; height: 248px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SZm9X6h4W8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/RvXiS_Vtodc/vlcsnap-3878119.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="vlcsnap-3878119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camels running and old jeeps. and Down there Riyadh (Capital city of Saudi Arabia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, you can invade countries for no good reason. You can also put people in cages like animals. Bombing civilians , putting economic sieges on countries resulting in massive deaths due to poor economy and health care. thats alright cuz its called politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However I'm not alright with insult. Didn't occur to the producers (just for a little bit) that the economy of Saudi Arabia is a bit "better" than What it was 200 years ago. We can afford good cars and good roads. I don't like many things here in Saudi. But, the quality of living, housing, and general services are a lot better than what they assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 423px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SZnGHFKVpLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6qeSf0JQ1xk/1133540492_d4e887d163.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="1133540492_d4e887d163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 159px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SZnGpQLW3qI/AAAAAAAAAKw/v63Q0uQT0X8/1133528480_d2b66b2beb_b.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="1133528480_d2b66b2beb_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goddddamit stupid just piss me off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Speaking of good roads , heres a new extreme sport here Road Skating:(PS these are not really skates)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/THaOAeOlxHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/THaOAeOlxHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-2974195508071619311?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/2974195508071619311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=2974195508071619311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/2974195508071619311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/2974195508071619311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2009/02/i-was-watching-movie-day-earth-stood.html' title='How Hollywood see us Saudis'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SZm9X6h4W8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/RvXiS_Vtodc/s72-c/vlcsnap-3878119.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-6755412142403595258</id><published>2009-01-26T10:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:05:49.225+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Saudi'/><title type='text'>STC logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I promised my friend who works in STC (Saudi Telecom Company) to write this piece earlier. but for those who know me, the reason is obvious. And for those who don't , why would you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple of months ago, for some unknown reason, STC decided to change their logo. Now, lets make this clear: I am not a fan of this company nor an enemy. I don't like their old logo and new one just demonstrate how logo choice should not be but in the hands of the gay and the stupid (not that I have anything against these people too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now when it comes to logos its not only a matter of taste. Logos serve alot of purposes. decoration is the least of which. you could spot a McDonalds sign from 5Km away and you can spot something as small as a Nike logo. You can recognize your favorite logo even if the shelf is full with other products. If a company does good advertisement they wouldn't have to say much. just show something good and their logo in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lets take a look at the new STC logo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SX1V7CbyWfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jDHLrATKqeo/3048313046_56a972c525_o.png?imgmax=800" alt="3048313046_56a972c525_o.png" border="0" height="115" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now I know what you're thinking right now. its not a butterfly , I asked. I think they were going for something that symbolizes freedom and that there are no restrictions ... bla bla bla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heres my take on the logo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. you cant copyright this logo. I could use a very slight change in the color gradient or change the smear a bit and I have my own logo. and people would mix them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. It lacks consistency. you wouldn't know where it starts and where it ends its just a smear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. It doesn't come in monochrome. a good logo could be painted in one color as well as full color. I wouldn't really dwell on how hand that could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. The tag line: its the moto of the company and it usually explain the logo. First month they went with be free. then they went with we are together. its only a matter of time till they go with "together we suck!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are other things I should point out but I wont. too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best way to salvage this is first man up , then fire the designer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No really to fix this i suggest they ad a bit of consistency: by chancing the gradient colors into separated color patches . lower the color gradient to 3 main colors (they can add whatever they want later) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Same thing Saudi ARAMCO did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SX1fI72vpyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Gk8sNzi4hX4/saudi-aramco-logo.gif?imgmax=800" alt="saudi-aramco-logo.gif" border="0" height="90" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-6755412142403595258?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/6755412142403595258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=6755412142403595258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/6755412142403595258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/6755412142403595258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2009/01/stc-logo.html' title='STC logo'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9iMLSrz-Hos/SX1V7CbyWfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jDHLrATKqeo/s72-c/3048313046_56a972c525_o.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-9220001550262498416</id><published>2009-01-23T22:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:57:21.171+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Last Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelunatech/3221043876/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3221043876_1c9555ab4b.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelunatech/3221043876/"&gt;Stolen Picture&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thelunatech/"&gt;thelunatech&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I never believed in this copyright bullshit to begin with. Whatever I can get my hands on, I usually take and gesture a middle finger to the copy right sign. so I have nothing to complain about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, when a big organization or publisher , who occasionally preach  copyright; it just makes my day a little more constipated. Hypocrisy , that's what they call it in the old days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Thursday I ran a  thread in a local forum about the temperature drop and attach some photos from that morning . The thing is I get a big newspaper stealing the photo  , cropping out my stamp and failing to mention anything about the source of that picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hers the picture I took: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c9lzea.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVUK1rv8vVS651s1jF2bRj4A0GKxUTrdfEl7FUw2o-PukTg5oNzlkLHUAmuh6RRsHR0u_I_Z9vVpOKL-OtAfAaA?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC_4912" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pNYMhugIL3tYzUGGJAj66TfPOvgzVq7rUEvO9Re2L9oijs8qw204zE_7fcEBw3Ul8VHc8Cg87KttZrp2W6qIizegXApfIjd9w?PARTNER=WRITER" border="0" height="164" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and here's the picture from the paper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pNYMhugIL3tbE7PkM6QE_hMLZahZM3weM6gCHzF_uJ2yKAsOyTHBRmE26p3etYTNEnkAlTRDFsGciTPoc7HQWz6ioUnx3EMc8?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="1901_nat_p9_n640" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pNYMhugIL3tb5sQdA-UlfQHk3BLfgu37ztysm97zLfKjufRCFDlF34nw_k2pn1ICnGUhpnLurscXZLbVBf2Iji0_lqiD5md_l?PARTNER=WRITER" border="0" height="154" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is the newspaper link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.alwatan.com.sa/news/newsdetail.asp?issueno=2668&amp;amp;id=38225" href="http://www.alwatan.com.sa/news/newsdetail.asp?issueno=2668&amp;amp;id=38225"&gt;http://www.alwatan.com.sa/news/newsdetail.asp?issueno=2668&amp;amp;id=38225&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now , its not the first time news papers take pictures from me , but other news papers at least refer to me or keep the stamp. Just about a month ago some a news paper did take my horse race photos and they did refer to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some suggest that I  complain to the newspaper or at least file an objection letter. But its not me .  I tell you why. I might be many things (a perverted, self-centered, reckless wild , holy fiend), but I'm never a hypocrite. I just don't like people saying what they don't do and hope others are not looking when they're not doing it.  (take your time deciphering the last sentence. and BTW , please do refer to me when you take it)..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I got to go. I'm taking my car to the dealer for the 5000 checkup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-9220001550262498416?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/9220001550262498416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=9220001550262498416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/9220001550262498416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/9220001550262498416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2009/01/stolen-picture.html' title='Stolen Picture'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3221043876_1c9555ab4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-5581631599368154106</id><published>2009-01-02T17:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:50:34.746+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>We Have to Blame Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.telecommagazine.com/article_images/4670_photo_L.jpg" style="max-width: 800px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You probably didn't hear about this, but the middle east, India , Malaysia and other countries  were partially disconnected from the Internet for a whole week.  yes people , someone broke the Internet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having so much time on their hands , people came up with a whole bunch of theories. But before we go into that I would like to raise question. isn't the Internet invented to be "ON" when everything is "OFF" in case of a large scale war. I think I know now why they let it go public. it seems it's not good enough for a steady amount of porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways , back to the breakage theories. one of the most ridiculous theories I've ever heard in my whole life is that the US wanted to isolate the Iranians. so they first start with isolating their porn source. I'm not even gonna discuss this. My only concern is how the hell did this idea got on some news websites. Tells you how much people are disparate for attention. Anyways for those who believe in this GREEAAAAAT conspiracy; Iran is back online and the big baaaaaad US loses in another evil plan. oy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another theory that I think really makes sense is the “Egyptian Anchor Theory”. It goes like this. Weather goes bad, ship drops anchor and anchor cuts cables. Now I don't want to be stereotypical  about anyone (who am I kidding, I don't care enough to think about it). I've know Egyptians for bad drivers. Seems to me, that goes for Egyptian sailors as well. I don't need to prove this fact. Just Google this "Egyptian ship accident" and you'd know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was having my doubts about this theory &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/02/04/2153455.htm"&gt;until they denied it&lt;/a&gt;. It means its true. (you can Google that too). At least this time no one died. I wont be so sure of this theory Either. “The Egyptians run a tight ship” , so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some say its the Israelis doing something before the Ghasa massacres but the timing isn't right. so I would doubt that. Never the less, they are eligible cable cutters, these Israelis. “oy vay, Cable shmable , just cut da tam tin. We cant have tiss on youtube”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I am the only one who knows who really did this. HouseWives. yup, Ignored , cheated on , and sexually unsatisfied all because of the damn Internet. The pregnancy rates shot from %91 up to %356 in the middle east. That proves my theory. My question is, how did the house wives convince the Egyptian navy to do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-5581631599368154106?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/5581631599368154106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=5581631599368154106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5581631599368154106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5581631599368154106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2009/01/we-have-to-blame-someone.html' title='We Have to Blame Someone'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-1864494708376919322</id><published>2008-12-04T07:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:35:00.817+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hypothetically Speaking'/><title type='text'>A Licensee to Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span xmlns=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writing from Riyadh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love movies and sitcoms. If were given the chance, I would make my life a sitcom. I would wake up stretch in bed then my theme song starts while I go to my miserable crappy job. But you know why I would really like that. It's because people say the right things, or at least something related to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I'm ok with people giving stupid answerer. After all most of them are lost causes. And God put them there for a reason. Apparently, they form the greater mass of the consuming population. What really gets to me, is the way people voice opinions they never been asked for. Don't they know they (along with simple opinions) don't matter? They might get televised and aired, but on the long run of human history , they are just wasting time and electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a conversation with people lately? If you are not me, you're probably going to go with "yes". Notice how people jump out of context so often. Don't you just want to pull the plug on this show? I can see it now " 'PEOPLE ON EARTH' canceled due to low ratings". I'm pretty sure if it wasn't for wars and assassinations people would lose interest in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My proposal is this. We've all heard of a license to kill. no matter how tempting the idea may sounds, its really hypothetical. you can't kill them all . So, the idea would be like this:People get tested. Depending on their IQ and knowledge, they are given a certain grade and permission to speak on a certain level. You can substitute for stupidity with reading a very great deal of books. Parents that are not fit to speak in front of their children are not given permission. Thus, no more parents that educate their children in plain stupid. And the next time you see a person talking in public , you would know he's making some sense without wasting three seconds. The military have a good thing going on "permission to speak, sir." "Permission granted, solider". It even sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could run this show. The world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-1864494708376919322?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/1864494708376919322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=1864494708376919322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1864494708376919322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1864494708376919322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/12/licensee-to-speak.html' title='A Licensee to Speak'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-7322204239361783738</id><published>2008-11-17T10:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:24:34.235+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>On Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a filler entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of people would ask me how's work going. I don’t know why people would not get the point when I say "I'm a teacher. What do you think?". I met a teacher in the UK 2 years ago. She said "being a teacher has so many rewards!" . It made me wonder what I was missing. Until she said "I think Saudi guys have a lot of charm to them". It's when I knew she was full of crock. By the way, Saudi guys are known for a lot of good things; "charms" isn’t one of them. Also teaching is a dead end job that would kill your self esteem, piss on your life style and will call you names after. You start as a teacher. 20 years pass and what do you know!!! you're are still a teacher (with a slightly uptight neurotic personality and traces of suicidal urges).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In all fairness there might be one "reward" to this awful profession. In some occasion you might meet a thankful student. Usually, that would be one or two times in a life time. And then again, you might meet a student like me, who would tell you how he really thinks about you. If you don’t look nice when you write on the board, don't expect a nice comment from me. And to tell the truth as much as I hated things about that English "Saudi-Charm" teacher, I really appreciated that other tender side of her (of her personality of course). What can I say?? I'm a sucker for tender parts (metaphorically speaking). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I tried liking this profession. But I don’t have that motherly feeling in me. I can't see someone else's kids and love them. Although I admit I do have a strong urge if beating the shit of some little kids. It would make me feel better about my childhood. You might ask why the hell did I sign up for this job in the first place. I tell you why. When I was growing up, teachers had many liberties. Amongst these is the liberty of beating us like dogs for no reason at all. I remember a teacher (God bless him, then strike him down with a bolt of lightning and put him on life support for the rest of his life! Amen). Anyways, I remember him beating the shit out of me for calling his son names. That is not fair. I call all the kids names. why is he any different ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These days the law states that you can't retaliate to a student physical abuse until he pins you to the ground. I shit you not that is the law here. I'm not even gonna comment on this. You know I blame my dad for me turning out to be what I am now. When he asked me what I wanted to be he should've told me there is a job called a Mammogram machine operator. And they pay you for that. You see I like working with the tender side of the human personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That would be really O.K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-7322204239361783738?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/7322204239361783738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=7322204239361783738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7322204239361783738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7322204239361783738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/11/on-teaching.html' title='On Teaching'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-3439165948715157310</id><published>2008-10-27T10:56:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:01:36.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's College</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what makes me think that Dante's Inferno is so unrealistic. its because usually when you step in a really horrible place, your mind goes into bits and pieces and you wont know where to start. And Thats exactly what happened with my new job. The minute i stepped in this dumpster i realized i was in for a treat. i cant really know where to start, but hey i got to vent one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;The funny-sad thing is the hectic organization of classes. And I don't mean "active". I mean by "hectic" that its a fucking mess. I just found out that I should be in 2 places at the same time. That is according to the piece of paper they gave me. I don't know how I'm supposed to teach 3 different subjects in 2 different places.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any teaching equipment (apart of my enormous microphone); and they wont let me pull that out in the class room.&lt;br /&gt;But you know the guys are nice. you know they let you fondle your balls as you like. I asked my boss today if I can fondle my balls (I seriously did) and he gave me that weird look. then he asked me "why?" I said "stress relief". he didn't say comment on that but every time I'm in his office and "be myself" he looks at where my hand is. I think he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;I still think that Dante's Inferno was a better place. Its not like you need to drive 90 km to get to Dante's Inferno. you just wake up there. And they have fornicating women there. I don't see that here. But truth be said, i dont know about sodomizers here. Let me put it this way; its like walking in a dark forest in winter. its all wood here. and you never know what creeps in the little bushes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing that pisses me off here. the dress code here doesn't say anything about wearing tight jeans, specially when they are packing down there. The jeans are so tight you know what religion the kid is by looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways tomorrow is the beginning of the weekend here. Will write further about it as I advance through the nine circles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;take care and find away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-3439165948715157310?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/3439165948715157310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=3439165948715157310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/3439165948715157310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/3439165948715157310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/10/dantes-college.html' title='Dante&apos;s College'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-6681705566227644706</id><published>2008-10-17T06:49:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:17:59.115+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>What would Mr. Guinn Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In every persons life, he gets gets the occasional screw-over at work . Yours-truly got his share of that recently . I got transferred to another college 90 km from my house. I got nothing to do here. So whenever I get this bad/good feeling that I want to strangle someone , I try to go to that happy place in my head. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I'm back to the Philippine islands. Its about time I wrote a thing or two about that magical place. Well, I'll skip right to the funny stuff I ran across over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Head-Line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had my breakfast at the Marco Polo Hotel in Cebu when I realized I had too much time at my hands that day. So I picked up the newspaper. I never read the newspaper. But this headline cought my attenthin :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2943339483_a761ea09d1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2943339483_a761ea09d1_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know who this SC but he got to stop dissing  &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=milf"&gt;MILF&lt;/a&gt;s. I really disagree with any ill treatment they might encounter. Then, I read it this way "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senate refuses to pull out of Milf&lt;/span&gt;". WOW I don't blame the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry in Makati:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up late one night. That was in Makati really nice place to stay in Manila. So I woke up hungry. Went down to a nearby 7/11 . and I saw this stand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2947913441_2707b54042_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2947913441_2707b54042_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might be hungry and horny . but I wont go for that. I wonder if they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunoichi"&gt;Kunoichi &lt;/a&gt;boobs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Identity Mix:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in Borakay. And I had the island tour. We stopped at this place on the other side of the island. I got of the boat and walked up to the shack and ask for some tea ( you live in the desert long enough, you would know that the best way to kill thirst is with hot liquids). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there was this kid running around. When she just stopped , start staring at me for a while then jumped to her mom and said something in her native language. When the mom started laughing. I asked what did the kids say, she said that she was asking " is this is Jesus? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking something like this when I was there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2948767698_34d69f9533_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 232px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2948767698_34d69f9533_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you ask me I looked nothing like Jesus. I was more of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mooncostumes.com/image/16671"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.mooncostumes.com/image/16671" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would Mr.Guinn Do ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Later that day 4 little japans college girls book the suite next to my room. They looked totally clueless. Anyways they left their door open one night. And I knocked the door and she was looking from the behind of the door at me like I was some kind of monster. I said you left your door open ma'am. She slammed the door and I could make out she was yelling something that was like "Hentai". Now I've been googling this word a lot while I google myself and I know what it means. DON' T JUDGE ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I never think of any woman in a perverted way. I'm a guy. But to take my good natured gesture and turn it to something bad. That pissed me off, I almost burst back " I'm Jesaaaaaus mothaaaaaaa fuckaaaaaaaaas !!! " ..then I thought to myself what would Mr. Guinn Do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Mr, Guinn is this guy I stayed at a year ago when I was in Hastings/UK. It's a family stay program. Anyway, this guy got into divorce twice. With and English women. In the UK. And he had to sell his house to pay for the expenses.With all that said the guy had time to cook a good meal and pull out a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2947929233_2327eb4de2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2947929233_2327eb4de2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from right to left. Mr. Guinn , the South-American guy (I forgot his name) , my friend Tyfoon and my friend Andy.me then the two Chinese girls I forgot their names , but they were kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So what I did is what every Guinn loving person would do (I doubt that there are many though , the guy kept to himself). I went and Deleted all my Japanes college girl porn and scandals. Not that i had many; I'm just a collector. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-6681705566227644706?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/6681705566227644706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=6681705566227644706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/6681705566227644706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/6681705566227644706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/10/what-would-mr-guinn-do.html' title='What would Mr. Guinn Do?'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2943339483_a761ea09d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-5313665601411485046</id><published>2008-10-13T13:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:44:38.425+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photograpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Talk'/><title type='text'>Profile Pictures (pt. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long entries like these, are like a walk to work. Half way you realize it's too long and it's also too late to go back. Back, to the matter at hand. Profile Pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some &lt;b&gt;artistic approaches &amp;amp; technicalities&lt;/b&gt; you should consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black/White pictures:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really hard to find your color. Black and white is a nice way to get out of that. Also it would add some depth to your personality. You see actors doing it. Its also nice to help you hides some certain things skin damage and pail skin. But don’t over with sepia or sulfur effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The pause/Smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ever seen these two people bending in the middle of the picture trying not to be caught outside the picture. They don’t know that there's a lot of space to spare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for smile and facial expressions, I would say that every person has his own expression , some people look good smiling and some look like complete idiots. Sometimes it would be good not looking directly to the lens and sometimes its good to look to the sides. And so on. Try a couple of things until you find what suites you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Using flash:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Avoid flash at all cost. You need the shadows in your pictures. Using flash drops the shadow behind the person in the picture. There's another thing that bothers me; night public pictures with flash. It reminds me of these alien hoax pictures. Avoid flash, unless, you have a stronger light source behind. Ex: taking a picture in front of a sunset. You can consider a silhouette if you have a good body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are some pictures you should avoid:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;· &lt;b&gt;Who's with you in the picture:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get it when some girl posts an infant with her in the picture. It says that there is a kid involved. And I really appreciate their honesty. It's a noble thing to do. So when you are interested it means you want the whole package. However when I see a girl posting a picture of her with her boyfriend in “Are you interested?” application, it just baffles me. Am I supposed to expect a ménage à trois out of this? What if I'm interested in the guy?. I'm not sure about this. it might be me , but when I see a guy with a girl , it usually turns me off (usually). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other thing is the full group picture. Call me a pessimistic. But when I see a group of girls, I would assume that the least attractive is the owner of the profile. And guys! stay away from girls with a posse (not a spelling mistake, if you don't know what it is look it up you dirty bastards). You know when a girl is used to be in group, she usually needs a lot of attention and a lot of support. Something you can live without wasting time on. Girls, when you see a guy in a group picture, don't expect much personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;· &lt;b&gt;Pets in profiles:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for pets in a profile picture, It really depends on the pet. &lt;u&gt;In general,&lt;/u&gt; a cat usually means a person is a bit crazy. A dog means you the person is emotionally needy. A leopard or any kind of big cat means the person is a sex freak (which is not always bad). Hunting animals doesn't mean you are more of a man. It usually means you are stuck in medieval days. Lizards mean you are a weirdo or like to collect strange things. Horses are always a sign of sophistication. Dolphins mean your life is revolves around the swimming pool. A pet guy-in-gimp-suite, now your talkin'!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In general terms, if you can afford a big pet take a picture with it. (Horses, lions, hyenas, elephants). Otherwise, you would be a victim of stereotypes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;· &lt;b&gt;Party Pictures : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's very important to show your active side in society. Pictures of you smiling in a crowed, is a nice way of expressing that you are living a good and healthy life. However I've been seeing so much disturbing pictures online lately. You're drunk pictures are funny ONLY to your friends. For strangers, it says EASY if you are a girl and frat-boy if you are a boy (notice I did not use the world adult). It doesn't even mean you are wild. It usually means you can afford booze, and you are showing off with booze. Very classy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for "girls gone wild", Hey , I wont judge , I just enjoy. And down deep in every guy, we are all the same, we just enjoy. So if you have a memento of some wild nights keep it to yourself. You'll thank me later when you GROW UP. And lets face it, from what I hear, no one can top the 70's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tried of .. this will NOT be continued .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-5313665601411485046?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/5313665601411485046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=5313665601411485046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5313665601411485046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/5313665601411485046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/10/profile-pictures-pt-2.html' title='Profile Pictures (pt. 2)'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-8122173413176804193</id><published>2008-10-09T07:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:37:11.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile Pictures (pt.1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;ts 7 am over here. I did not have any sleep yet. I was doing research all night long for today's topic. Today we will be talking about profile pictures. For the sake of knowledge , I spent several hours flipping through different profiles in different sites. Who am I kidding?!  it's not even a hobby; It's an addiction. But even so, that doesn't make me less of an expert on the subject. Also, I have updated my photographic gear from a D70 to a D300, which I hope would make you jealous. If you do not know what are these , you better pay attention. You are going to learn something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we post our pictures in social networking sites (facebook and others) ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Well, some of us are searching for love. And some others are looking for opportunity to get physical contact. I mean by that getting laid (I had to elaborate). The vast majority would do it out of boredom. And they would refer to it as "fooling around". Which means they are seeking approval of others through pointless demonstration.  Whatever is the reason, it's good enough. And to tell the truth I could not care less about you or your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;When taking a profile picture you should take into consideration the following points:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holding the Camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Now I've been seeing so much of these in slef-portraits. It's ok if you have a tall hand. Or if you can make it less obvious that you are holding it. If it's obvious you are holding the camera, you would look like you are choking the viewer. It would also, make you look disparait for attention. And the more hands you hold with the more the desperation screems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Guys, if you see a girl doing it, you better compliment her on her looks. I know you should do it with all the girls, but girls who do this , they actually listen. And for guys who do this; either you have ego issues , or you are plain gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;or you can always use THE FU**ING TIMER.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pause and background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;As for pauses , there are a lot of less attractive pictures out there because people see something then try to imitate it. It's a really a good way if you do not over do it. I would like to point out some good moves. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just got out of the shower and my hair is wet and just decided to take picture"&lt;/span&gt; pause. That's a cool pause and give space to fantasies. And I am a man of strong fantasies. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just woke up from sleep and decided I should take a picture"&lt;/span&gt; pause is also good. The educated glasses slutty look is a good way if you are skinny and beautiful. However we know real glasses when we see them. You are not fooling anyone. Costumes and uniforms are a good way to go, IF the costume fits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Backgrounds are also important. Solid one color backgrounds (walls and such) are not really good. You would look like you are in a line-up at the police station. If you do not know what is a line-up , just avoid the damn solid wall background. One of my favorites is girls with chrome. You know how they advertise cars with hot chicks. Well you can use it all the way around. Advertise yourself with a hot car or a hot motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;For guys and gals who use webcams, I would appreciate it if you make it less obvious. Either put a background that would make it look like you are not sitting in front of the computer. Or you can always stop pretending you are not paying attention while you click on "capture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Define your target:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are showing boobs or ass, do not expect to get any romantic encounters. Unless you call casual ass pinching romantic. You need to define what crowd you want to draw. For example: if you are a girl want romance, demonstrate purity and workout your fake innocence. And if you want horny people , just show some skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for guys, it's always nice to show some sophistication. You would attract a big verity of girls. Thank god for women curiosity. They always want to pick the odd pictures (As if its gonna make her any special if she had a special guy) And If you have some muscle and you want to show them , avoid showing 3cm under the bellybutton , and wear boxers. Unless your target is within the same sex. I'm not judging you, you faaaaaaag.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;----To be continued ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-8122173413176804193?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/8122173413176804193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=8122173413176804193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8122173413176804193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8122173413176804193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/10/profile-pictures-pt1.html' title='Profile Pictures (pt.1)'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-811207002670141768</id><published>2008-10-08T04:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:43:07.462+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" xmlns=""  &gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't written anything for a while. I didn't even try. I don't know why I think it's the holidays blues. You know it's been a strict practice of mine to avoid human contact as much as possible. I hear its good for the health and the mental well being. However every now and then people come up with reason to disturb the public peace. They indulge in bazaar practices and exchange absurd phrases. "Happy Holiday" they say. I beg your pardon sir ? do I look happy to you. Not with you in my face. You just interrupted my peace and forced me out of my asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To tell the truth, I don't go against holidays. The masses need it to fill their empty lives. Apparently we need to make up our minds on a certain time to gather in a specific place. But knowing Arabs, they would not agree on anything. Hence, The Eid Holyday. It's already decided , just show up, eat , drink and fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My only objections, is the intrusion that I get. For a Saudi, privacy is nothing you can appreciate let alone have. it's not immediate family you should worry about. It goes beyond it to cousins, 3rd generation cousins, people you barely remember their faces and people you could live better without knowing they exist. But sometimes , in a very sadistic way. I enjoy the torment of annoying forced company. It's like lime and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of days ago we lost Saleh. A dear and close cousin of mine. He was one of those people that leave a smile on your face every time you think about him. Peaceful , understanding, very open-minded about many issues. He was a good man. People ask me if I'm sad about him. I would say now not at all. He was a good person and good people go to heaven. I'm sad about me. I'm still stuck here  with assholes and preks here. I can't help but feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rest in peace dear friend. God bless you. We will truly miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-811207002670141768?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/811207002670141768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=811207002670141768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/811207002670141768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/811207002670141768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/10/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-1926915054026416677</id><published>2008-09-25T19:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:57:58.155+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Talk'/><title type='text'>Choosing A Less Annoying Display Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" xmlns=""  &gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what pisses me off? (yah I know , what doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really; people who put half-specific statements up as their Display Names in the messenger list or as their personal message. I know you are clueless about what I mean. But we all seen them. Things like " Henry , you know what I mean…" or " You made me sad don't talk to me " or the most bazaar thing is " Thank you for last night , it was the best day of my whole life" (a guy is not a virgin anymore, yay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, ladies and genital-men , despite the fact that people really don't give a shit about whatever second rate drama you have going on. whether you slept with a hot guy who would not keep you cuz he's out of you league or you just had a fight with your girlfriend. Please spare us the details of your life and put proper display name. Trust me it's for your own good. People would know less about you being such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know what kind of people make such Display Names. They are the same people who make a scene in public places. Girls!! We know you like drama , just keep it civil and offline. Guys!! Sharing feelings is nothing to be proud of. Be a man and keep it all bottled in like the rest of us. you'll thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Etiquette of writing Display Name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-left: 38pt;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your name or initials or nickname before any statement you would like to express. (Example: " Dave (I got a new car)" or " J.D.  "I LOVE Chicken").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's fairly acceptable to express general emotions (e.g. : Sam (I'm in love)) or general news in your life. (e.g. : Tammy "yaaay I got my boobs done" ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to involve others into your life or make a personal issue a public one. (e.g. : Suzi you shouldn't slept with my hairy biker boyfriend) it's a really bad way of getting back at your friends. You should go slash their tires or shoot their dog like a civilized human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorations acceptable as long as they are not as twice as big as your real full name + your whole fucking family tree.(e.g.    ////////||||||,.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸-(_ (Todd) _)-,.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸|||||||\\\\\\\\    ) .  I bet he's proud of his name too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using foreign languages is acceptable as long as you know what you exactly wrote. Writing "I have a big pineapple stuck up my ass" in French doesn't make you sound sophisticated at all. Actually nothing in French  sounds good anymore. The Japanese took the delicacies and the Spanish took the love. French is just French these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are SOME of the points you should consider when choosing a Display name for your messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" xmlns=""  &gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 20pt;"&gt;That will be all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 20pt;"&gt;Mr. O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-1926915054026416677?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/1926915054026416677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=1926915054026416677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1926915054026416677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1926915054026416677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/choosing-less-annoying-display-name.html' title='Choosing A Less Annoying Display Name'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-8353253601482992608</id><published>2008-09-23T17:49:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:12:42.626+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Saudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stuff'/><title type='text'>Saudi National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the Saudi national day. You wanna know how much patriotic I am. I haven’t touched a Saudi flag since 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; grade. And in that age you would touch anything if they let you. Well, almost anything. Back when I was a kid , I used to hate the Saudi national day. Mainly because we didn’t have the day off. Also, it went against may meditation routine. And I mean by meditation routine my daily dose of cartoons. They used to broadcast national songs and documentaries over and over again, like people care. For a kid , "no cartoons" that is a dark day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However when I grew up I realized that there's much to life other than cartoons. Days off work, and getting laid; that’s what life is all about. Things have changed on the other side too. They realized that people need motivation to feel patriotic. So they gave them the day off (to have time to get laid of course). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what do we do in our national day. We enjoy doing nothing. Because we already have our life to run. Why bother celebrating something we don’t really contribute to. I'm all against hypocrisy. But, I like to see people celebrate the achievements of others. It makes me feel better about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care and have nice life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-8353253601482992608?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/8353253601482992608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=8353253601482992608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8353253601482992608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8353253601482992608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/saudi-national-day.html' title='Saudi National Day'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-8826162257287450680</id><published>2008-09-21T19:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:22:27.743+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>F*** the "Good ol' days"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know people, I'm not so big on the " good ol' days" theory. Seems that a lot people think that the old days were really nice. And things back then were simple and good. Well, let me tell you something. Times before the Internet really sucked. And things weren’t simple; they were complicated enough with social norms and unnecessary routine. that's my stand on nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, something happened last night that really baffled me. I met a guy that I didn’t see for a long time (since 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade). I recognized him directly from the  lizard eyes he had . You know the kind of eyes that stick out (in a crowd I mean). I don’t know how he recognized me though. It must've been my irresistible charm. Or maybe he recognized that sad look on my face from when we used to get beaten like dogs back then. I'm pretty sure its my charm. The thing that baffled me was that I was really happy to meet him. I usually hate people in general and when I see a person a recognize I go "great here comes the agony" (in my head). And when they start talking I try to picture them naked with a chicken stuck up their asses to take the pain off my mind. And it gets worse when they go " do you remember the time when… " . Newsflash asshole!! : people pay professionals to make them forget "the time when…" . But this guy, I don’t know why he reminded me of the goodness in people. However, if I stayed with him long enough, I'm pretty sure I would've hated him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s why reunions are a really bad idea. Nobody likes their past, except people who didn’t make the best in their present, or not working on their future. So they tend to be stuck in the past. "the good ol' days" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, some of my childhood friends turned out to be good people. That doesn’t mean I should like them. I just think they just turned out to be less dysfunctional than the rest of society. And that is definitely because of me. I hope these thankless bastards don’t forget my great influence on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you my dear reader; do you have nothing better than to read the ramblings of an angry man. Yah i know; but, don’t be hard on yourself. It's ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-8826162257287450680?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/8826162257287450680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=8826162257287450680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8826162257287450680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/8826162257287450680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/f-ol-days.html' title='F*** the &amp;quot;Good ol&amp;#39; days&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-1286983738688928398</id><published>2008-09-18T04:43:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:47:57.824+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess It's O.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its decided. It's O.K. . I would like to thank the guys who participated in choosing the name. And i would like to say this work would be possible without your contributions. But I really appreciate this fine gesture. And knowing that you care, feels good.I guess its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the magnificent bastards , who didn't have the courtesy to give an a simple pinion nor apologize for their lack of sound mind; I would like to say " Screw you guys!!". I'm pretty sure that I helped you with an opinion one day. Something like "you are ugly" or "you are stupid" or "you are ugly and stupid". This counts as professional&lt;br /&gt;opinion. Yes , its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've choose a domain for it www.itsok.me which is easy to remember if you choose to do so. I would like to point out that I had good suggestions from guys that I really like. I meant i liked the suggestions not the guys (not that I would limit myself to a specific gender). These included: Psycho Biko, Bikologist, Big Daddy, The realworld, Careless whatever and a whole lot more. I also would like to thank the guys and gals that  commented: AbduRahaman , D-denoo , Ali Crazy and his nephew Tamir Crazy , Mr.Wadaki, Kat Dunn and all the other guys , i really appreciate it. Its O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can visit the blog now on this URL &lt;a href="http://www.itsok.me/"&gt;http://www.itsok.me/&lt;/a&gt; . or you can subscribe on the mailing list and get the latest entries without visiting the blog. Hey, Its on the upper right in case you didn't notice or suffer from symptoms of mild stupidity. Its O.K. nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all. you can go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-1286983738688928398?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/1286983738688928398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=1286983738688928398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1286983738688928398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/1286983738688928398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/i-guess-it-ok.html' title='I guess It&apos;s O.K.'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-7669635558661065408</id><published>2008-09-15T03:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:35:04.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a new name for the blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently looking for a new name for my blog. I would really appreciate it if you help me with your suggestions. The old name, by the way, "it's o.k." was my initials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's what I want you to do. I want you write down the first thing that pops in your mind when you visit my blog. That would include what you think of me or my writings. Post that as a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see a sample of my writing , please visit my old blog :&lt;a href="http://thelunatech.spaces.live.com/blog/"&gt; http://thelunatech.spaces.live.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-7669635558661065408?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/7669635558661065408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=7669635558661065408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7669635558661065408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/7669635558661065408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/looking-for-new-name-for-blog.html' title='Looking for a new name for the blog'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402008963336558658.post-507651575113779615</id><published>2008-09-14T00:22:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:31:23.773+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Talk'/><title type='text'>Why switch from Windows Live Space to Blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Whoever-you-might-be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are probably wondering why are you reading my blog on this page. If you are wondering what a "blog" is exactly , you can forget that this entry ever existed and you can go resume whatever you do in your simple life. Don’t worry , the world is not going to miss you any time soon. I have to break the bad news to you. You are very ignorant and you need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So comes the main issue here " why move from Windows Live Space to blogger?" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been using Windows live for about 2 years now. it’s a good service and has so many features that are absent from services like Yahoo360 and Live Journal and so on. As far as community and social networking goes , Windows Live Spaces are really good. They give you good features all in one bundle. And the best part is that your msn messenger contacts know about the update via the blinking yellow star next to your name in there's messenger name in their list. The album service is also good. However, the best thing that attracted me to the service was the Live Windows Application bundle install on your computer and control the services online (mail client , gallery, live writer .. etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But Why Switch to Blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first, I thought it was my tendency to change. Yes, I had the seven year itch in only 2 years. And I admit I was having an affair with Blogger on the side. It wasn’t really serious. You know , just experimenting with the layouts , trying new things on the html, adding boxes. That went on for a while, then I realized I can't be with Windows Live anymore. I came back from work tired and Windows live was waiting on my computer. I wanted to add a Google Sitemap. And came the verification. I realized that Windows Live could only change a little and I couldn’t add the meta tag. God knows I love my ol' Windows Live, but we don’t commute anymore. I had to be the bad the bad guy in this relationship and leave Windows Live for something more customizable , more dynamic , faster and most importantly meets my needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In short , of you are looking for simple personal profile with some services for social networking (Album, simple blog, favorite music ..etc) Windows Live Space is the thing for you. And it comes with a lot of support application. If you are a blogger and want more hits on search engines, Blogger is a nice service to switch to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s all !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now go back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402008963336558658-507651575113779615?l=www.itsok.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.itsok.me/feeds/507651575113779615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402008963336558658&amp;postID=507651575113779615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/507651575113779615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402008963336558658/posts/default/507651575113779615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.itsok.me/2008/09/why-switch-from-windows-live-space-to.html' title='Why switch from Windows Live Space to Blogger?'/><author><name>Omar Al AbdulAziz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103447559261922771040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NoDiX30R2N8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACuA/Z9VGl7L15Xg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
