<?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-3437269727801413705</id><updated>2011-09-04T08:45:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alimaaan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4319678290807532412</id><published>2009-11-29T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:53:36.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone got questions?</title><content type='html'>i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have many. that no one probably is in a position to even answer any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am done with school, and work is more relaxed now, and i came  to understand that challenge is my cup of tea. i am not made to sit and look, i am for useless walks, and meaningless talks, if i don't have a better choice. please don't judge that i am like to hurt myself with achieving nothing, but at least i have achieved something.... nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4319678290807532412?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4319678290807532412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4319678290807532412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4319678290807532412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4319678290807532412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-got-questions.html' title='anyone got questions?'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5583062370612983711</id><published>2008-03-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:43:54.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R-c07s4bp8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/J9SHo4DacJY/s1600-h/Norooz+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R-c07s4bp8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/J9SHo4DacJY/s200/Norooz+2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181168096577824706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made my mind and embarked here... this does not mean that i do not frequently miss the simplicity i used to have in my past life.... the daily life during my immigration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very nice piece of message from a true friend of mine... giving me the chance not to forget... joy... unconditional love... peace... forgiveness.. pillars of happiness.. what else does any one need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5583062370612983711?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5583062370612983711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5583062370612983711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5583062370612983711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5583062370612983711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-made-my-mind-and-embarked-here.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R-c07s4bp8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/J9SHo4DacJY/s72-c/Norooz+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4559025767955386751</id><published>2007-11-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:01:47.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the melting effect of aging...&lt;br /&gt;the aging effect of melting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...very different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4559025767955386751?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4559025767955386751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4559025767955386751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4559025767955386751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4559025767955386751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/11/melting-effect-of-aging.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1903298552056707329</id><published>2007-11-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:04:22.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>My father was with no doubt not only the source of inspiration for me, but also for many of his friends, relatives and people who knew him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the eldest son of a villager with 10 other siblings, the family could barely make the ends meet. At the age of 20, with a new born baby he emigrated to the capital in search for a better life. His goal was to support the family back in the village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a friend, he was hired as the bookkeeper in a small firm first. He was sending almost half of his monthly income in cash or goods back to the village where many were anticipating his support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he was promoted as the manager in the same firm. But life was getting even harder. His wife died at the age of 39 from pneumonia, and left him two boys and one 40-day old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had no other choice, he had to fight. He had to fight with misery, poverty, depression and loneliness. Later in the same year he lost his father and directly became the guardian of his five unmarried brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from village where the main business was agriculture, he was referred by one of his clients to a farming company. His role was to supervise the wheat and barley cultivation in different location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He increased the yield to double in the first year and gained trust and acceptance among all the people working with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he was dispatched to Caspian Sea region in north of Iran to find solution to rice low yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His successful work put him in a position to rent land from the owners and do farming for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was successful in what he did and could move himself from the low-income segment of the society to the middle class. This achievement; although significant, is not the area that I am greatly influenced by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a loving soul more than anything else. He knew how to communicate with people and how to make friends. Anywhere in the country we travelled, he had some acquaintance we could stop over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This social network neither was created overnight nor was one-sided. Among the relatives and friends, he was the one to address your personal and financial concerns and be hopeful to get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped his brothers and sisters to move to Tehran and supported them to continue their education. His youngest brother could get his Ph.D. from University of Tehran and post-doc from Berkley later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His coverage of help was not limited to relatives only. He managed to collect funds from those who trusted him and provided interest-free loans for marriage, education and medical emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a deprived part of the country, he also was leading a group of people to pool sources and build elementary school and clinic in their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father thought us to be effective, to help others, and to be socially accountable for what we do. He didn’t left us a big fortune when he died, but a value system nourishing and supporting us for the rest of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1903298552056707329?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1903298552056707329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1903298552056707329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1903298552056707329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1903298552056707329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2494424882315510098</id><published>2007-09-28T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:18:24.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteenth</title><content type='html'>We had a meeting with our business partner and he had to write something on the board. Having the pen in his hand, he turned to me and said: “you know; I never came to the board in school. I had hard time getting high school diploma”. And he laughed. He is frank and open to me, we are the same age. Actually we were born on the same month. I am elder 10 days though. This is not the first time he is opening such personal discussion about his school times. I can appreciate that his willingness to discuss his school history comes from his confidence. He; most probably unintentionally, tries to communicate his determination to become successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, really” I responded maintaining the eye contact. “I have been to six different schools so far, and I am here today, making things easier for your business,” I added with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was happy. He did the best thing he could/should, and he wanted someone to endorse it for him, which I happily did. Hey! I am you if you were good at school. You could be an employee just like me today facilitating things for others, should you tired harder at school. You are good; you are just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am happy for he is happy; and I am happy for I probably couldn’t be happy if I were him. He is right in the position that he is supposed to be, and I am fine with my place. The scenario is perfect, each of us has a role to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2494424882315510098?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2494424882315510098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2494424882315510098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2494424882315510098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2494424882315510098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/09/fifteenth-we-had-meeting-with-our.html' title='Fifteenth'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6722725802997828314</id><published>2007-07-26T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:04:36.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ART © XXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6722725802997828314?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6722725802997828314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6722725802997828314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6722725802997828314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6722725802997828314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-xxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2352009307255646955</id><published>2007-06-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:18:55.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I am becoming materialist, the type I used to criticize a lot; and this is happening injudiciously, hastily and unrestrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the changes in and out. The signs were everywhere surrounding me, leaving almost no room to the other side of my soul’s coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hit was hot today. I caught myself packing for the trip; plugging in all sorts of electronics gadgets I have. Sadly to say there were not enough plugs for all these toys: two digital cameras, one camcorder, two mobile phones, and two laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember myself having preferred Red Crescent Camp to Hotel Vancouver, being free, being human, ready and packed to farewell this world. Now I observe myself not only enjoying but also sharing the sentiment with someone else after staying in a deluxe suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the signs, obviously trying the hammer the point that the guy I used to know is no more alive. I am starting to enjoy luxury, at the climax of my age, when human is delegated prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this is good, this is bad. This is me.. who I am becoming now. Still hope that, same as before, this could be translated as a transition period in my life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind all, the horizon is calling me; the fundamental question is still there: who you want to be? If you made your choice, then taking the steps requires courage, self-regard, integrity and assertiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2352009307255646955?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2352009307255646955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2352009307255646955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2352009307255646955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2352009307255646955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/06/confession-i-am-becoming-materialist.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5969741559447235633</id><published>2007-01-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:08:56.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- hello .. happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;- my dad passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh, i liked the man…&lt;br /&gt;- me too, that was a blow away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how is hus?&lt;br /&gt;- fine, we are done by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;- who knows what comes on the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5969741559447235633?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5969741559447235633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5969741559447235633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5969741559447235633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5969741559447235633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3848039402372488138</id><published>2006-12-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:10:27.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are considering a career change right at the climax of your age? Then you should be as daring as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that there is no definite method to make sure if you like the new line before you are actually involved. The good news is that my mediocre brain came up with a mediocre tactic which can show you the inclination if nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST thing first: research. I hope you already did enough study about the new field before you jump in there; otherwise you better rethink about your move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND; find out 10~20 (the more the better) major vocabularies dominating the course you are going to pursue. For example if you are interested to become a vocalist, then you list might look something like this: pitch, tone, vocal cord, diaphragm, solfege, a cappella, falsetto... and TALENT (never try to underestimate that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD; see how you react to each one of these jargons. Try to see and feel the word in the context; vocal cords for example don’t have similar implications for an “ENT (Ear-Nose-Throat) doctor” and a “singer”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR; rate each jargon and compare the total grades: the one you are aiming to start and the one you are involved now. To be on the safe side, I suggest that the new field should be 150% better to worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the terminology I am putting up with: market, share, promotion, target, forecast, plan, report, presentation, sales, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new jargon: impartiality, brevity, speed, quote, reference, background, accuracy, cinematic performance, tone, accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3848039402372488138?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3848039402372488138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3848039402372488138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3848039402372488138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3848039402372488138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-considering-career-change-right.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6017138393588179728</id><published>2006-10-30T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:14:47.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once on Webgard Fix-The-Headline Project, not anymore available on the Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Falls In Love with Barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Happy Is Not Necessarily Being Gay, the Doctors Disclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paykan Moves Its Sales in Barbados, Japan and Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day Sales Will Continue Till 13th of Farvardin This Year, the American Iranian Friendship Association Reported Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking Causes Smoke Detectors to Trigger, I Am Serious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6017138393588179728?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6017138393588179728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6017138393588179728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6017138393588179728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6017138393588179728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/10/once-on-webgard-fix-headline-project.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8676748025252963514</id><published>2006-10-05T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:16:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to fix your soul ...&lt;br /&gt;If you were an electrician .. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well .. we will discuss the most simple utility any electrician should be perfect at .. you might be interested to become an electrical trade and want to learn all the details of the job, then I would suggest that you should either consult a trade school or refer to better and more accredited centers/websites/weblogs ... here in this weblog we just teach you how to turn a light on .. that’s all .. simple but at the same time very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to ignore the introductory paragraph why we basically need to have light, but the more I tried, the less I succeeded… I am from the old school which believes in creating the awareness about the necessity of an action to have the commitment for the hardships and consequences of the deed .. concisely; we need light to see the things better at the edge of sunset and be able to find our way in the middle of the night (night starts in Iran one hour earlier this year as we are wealthy enough – al’hamdolellah – to disregard summer saving time). I hope that I have made myself clear as why we technicians should know how to install a very simple lighting system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have written lengthily about the intro, I should now save some time by writing shorter about the elements and process. Wire, switch, and let me see yes; lamp is all you need to make illumination. Word of advice: Make sure you are not misreading illumination for enlightenment. You may have a city illuminated but not enlightened yet .. why? because you were to busy with the lamps (how many lamps a city needs?) that you never had a chance to sit for a while and enjoy seeing things better at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember wire, switch and lamp are the three major constituents of your lighting system .. but wait a second.. I forgot something .. yeah source of power. this one is so obvious that some time we take it for granted, without source of energy all the wires and switches and lamps are useless. Here I should make a brave confession: I was not into that really .. and I will suggest you young electricians not to waste your valuable time and brain to find the truth and reality of the source of energy. Sometimes in our classes once questioned about the nature of the energy; we simple response that the questioned area is the subject we electricians don’t care about. What we all care about is to deliver light to the people houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have all the elements, then you should remember that the functionality of the system is depending on the workability of each of the three said components. Without one the whole system flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations of the past experiences depicts that we better connect these three serially. You may want to have your own experimental setups, but I cannot guarantee if they work and even if they do, whether they are safe or not. We strongly advise that you read the disclaimer of this manual before taking any deviational steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wires should be “conductor” otherwise the light will not turn on. Please don’t expect a wooden stick or plastic rod to serve the same purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Switch should be always on at night; unless you really are heading for bed. Sleep is reported to be sound in the absence of any source of light. New researches have found some exceptional cases though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are contracting the lighting system, please bear in mind that lamps are consumables so they should be provided by the users. No matter how many lamps you replace, the users won’t be happy with the level and color of illumination unless they themselves provide the lamps. Cleaning and maintenance of the lamp should be also foreseen in the contract. Electricians are not insured for the claims based on such shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the site, shake hand with the user and verify that everything is in order. As a mentor of many electricians with several years of teaching experience; I would recommend that you in few words explain to the user that the light may black out for the reasons beyond your control. The fact that the light was on for this moment doest not provide the grounds that it will be on the second later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lamp needs the source of energy every moment, as soon as the source is low or gone the light will faint and or shutdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8676748025252963514?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8676748025252963514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8676748025252963514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8676748025252963514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8676748025252963514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-fix-your-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2152938910287137916</id><published>2006-09-16T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:21:01.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i upgraded my life two years back it came with a message that took all my attention to get ignored. the massage came so visible today that it is no longer possible to overlook: “hey buddy! you may be a victim of life counterfeiting”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2152938910287137916?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2152938910287137916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2152938910287137916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2152938910287137916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2152938910287137916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-upgraded-my-life-two-years-back.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8149028810398808042</id><published>2006-05-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:25:46.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish you happiness and peace, success fill follow ... don’t worry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8149028810398808042?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8149028810398808042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8149028810398808042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8149028810398808042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8149028810398808042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-you-happiness-and-peace-success.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2805804311834234218</id><published>2006-03-19T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:27:32.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all have wishes; and they are the power;&lt;br /&gt;.... to take us where we always loved to be&lt;br /&gt;.... to be someone we always adored&lt;br /&gt;.... to do things we always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year ...&lt;br /&gt;is the one you were always waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2805804311834234218?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2805804311834234218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2805804311834234218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2805804311834234218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2805804311834234218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-all-have-wishes-and-they-are-power.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-847404540408423593</id><published>2006-02-01T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:29:22.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The opportunity cost of the change is defiantly high, but the consequences of the new “me” is significant and worth trying ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-847404540408423593?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/847404540408423593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=847404540408423593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/847404540408423593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/847404540408423593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2006/02/opportunity-cost-of-change-is-defiantly.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3790329139866767143</id><published>2005-12-17T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:30:55.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toothpaste 11/5/2004 7:34 AM&lt;br /&gt;When do you trash your toothpaste tube? Have you ever thought how much paste is still inside when you through the tube in the basket? Did any of you cut the tube and used the paste once it doesn't come out anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3790329139866767143?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3790329139866767143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3790329139866767143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3790329139866767143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3790329139866767143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/12/toothpaste-1152004-734-am-when-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8414767720388472764</id><published>2005-11-16T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:32:13.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclosure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a helper and a giver: Tried different ways to help others; to make their daily life easier; a very wide spectrum of things: could be helping a friend to fill out his or her application form or give honest feedback and comments on how a coworkers or classmates could improve the quality of their job or the material they prepare. Sometimes it could be simply listening to others and showing that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a perfectionist I realized that my coverage with the tools I have is very limited (still significant though). Two years back I came to understand the magic in writing; it was an overlooked aspect of my talent if cultivated could not only improve the quality of my personal life but also could help others to enjoy their moments deep insid; having a better and comprehensive awareness about their lives and the importance of roles that each of us has to play. I really do believe in writing and the power it can generate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other achievement that I can be proud of: from adapting myself to the totally different environment after my immigration, to work related accomplishments like the ones that I don’t care to mention; but still I would nominate my ability to improve my communication skills in general my best achievement ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8414767720388472764?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8414767720388472764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8414767720388472764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8414767720388472764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8414767720388472764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/11/disclosure.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-7046172477546467032</id><published>2005-11-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:33:01.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome Back to Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just ups and downs ...&lt;br /&gt;The unwanted blend of being sad and glad ...&lt;br /&gt;The demise ...the birth.. the laughter and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;One day having the arms and warmth of someone loved&lt;br /&gt;One day trying to let them separate their ways from our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the sad moments in the heart ...&lt;br /&gt;And blooming the instant we love to shine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad you have gone through the pain&lt;br /&gt;And glad you get a chance to feel the love you could get:&lt;br /&gt;The love for your father&lt;br /&gt;And the love for those who care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you get the hope to come back to work ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7046172477546467032?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8128500484664532735</id><published>2005-10-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:13:47.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vocabulario Español muy esencial:&lt;br /&gt;Mañana&lt;br /&gt;Comemos&lt;br /&gt;Cerveza&lt;br /&gt;¡A ver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8128500484664532735?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8128500484664532735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8128500484664532735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2766449289248782193?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2766449289248782193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2766449289248782193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2766449289248782193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2766449289248782193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2702808358240670076</id><published>2005-10-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:35:14.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Tú estas guapo.&lt;br /&gt;- Pero tú eres guapa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2702808358240670076?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2702808358240670076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>It; will come again&lt;br /&gt;No matter when . . .&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It; will cover you,&lt;br /&gt;Not very soon . . .&lt;br /&gt;Later when you are shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How; stupid should I looked,&lt;br /&gt;The day that you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I; should have looked&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid;&lt;br /&gt;As you were bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How; sham and rude, must I be&lt;br /&gt;To play well as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who; will ever care,&lt;br /&gt;How the storm were;&lt;br /&gt;Soft or deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You; should be dumb,&lt;br /&gt;Should be old,&lt;br /&gt;Enough&lt;br /&gt;To love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You; were smart&lt;br /&gt;You were young&lt;br /&gt;Enough&lt;br /&gt;To leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5540403729200555994</id><published>2005-06-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:42:39.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a bird looking for a nest. In the jungle; she went to a pine tree; asked if she could home in there. The pine said that he would be happy to neighbor her provided that she takes her nest to the tallest branch of the tree. And then the bird could see the sunshine first before anyone and let the pine know before anyone when the night is over and the sun is coming to see them. The bird replied that she afraid to fall down when the wind blows in the dark night. Pine paused for a while and went that the risk is the price she has to be ready to pay. Pine told her an old story then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long time back I gave shelter to a lost sparrow, she was lonely and sad, she had not dared to fly over the sea at the migration season. She wanted to stay at her cozy corner; but when the October wind started to blow; her nest was no longer comfy and warm. She took refuge in my arm, and asked me to pick and take her to my tallest branch. I wondered why; and the response was simple. She was counting the days to the Spring, to the warm days, to the days that her companions would come back from the long trip. She wanted to be the first one to see them. The tallest branch was like her pharos, her peak of hope."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5540403729200555994?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5540403729200555994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5540403729200555994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5540403729200555994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5540403729200555994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/06/once-upon-time-there-was-bird-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1110934022976144184</id><published>2005-05-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:43:54.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for purchasing this automotive love processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enter your name, age, education background, family and social status, place of birth, nationality; and then it decides to love you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the option to love or hate back, but your feeling may not affect its decision process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version will be updated with new patch every time you see a new face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolutionary new version 0.000101 which will be available for free download next time that you fall in love will give the partner a control panel to tune your decision factors by the face lines, smile, eye contact, tone of speech and touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1110934022976144184?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1110934022976144184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1110934022976144184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1110934022976144184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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longer&lt;br /&gt;- Be smarter&lt;br /&gt;- Make laughter&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy&lt;br /&gt;- Give mercy&lt;br /&gt;- Be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need no "Love";&lt;br /&gt;You just need no "Hope";&lt;br /&gt;You just need to say "Cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so strong;&lt;br /&gt;You are so okay;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one,&lt;br /&gt;Who can say:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my love "The Cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;- My reason to live&lt;br /&gt;- My incentive to please&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my love "The Cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the ocean;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;You are the dam;&lt;br /&gt;Reserving the hopes for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down;&lt;br /&gt;That’s okay&lt;br /&gt;You are dead,&lt;br /&gt;That’s fine&lt;br /&gt;You still have the muscle:&lt;br /&gt;To say "Cheese!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-877692416685047348?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/877692416685047348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=877692416685047348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/877692416685047348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/877692416685047348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-cheese-you-are-down-you-are-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4702877396325331555</id><published>2005-03-02T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:45:40.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am obsessed with writing... no doubt about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4702877396325331555?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4702877396325331555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4702877396325331555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4702877396325331555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4702877396325331555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-obsessed-with-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1999666936299595805</id><published>2005-03-02T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:47:20.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Layer I:&lt;br /&gt;It's about breaking the rule and getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer II:&lt;br /&gt;There are consequences to your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer III:&lt;br /&gt;You are what your intentions are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1999666936299595805?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1999666936299595805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1999666936299595805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1999666936299595805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1999666936299595805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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That really sucks, but I am happy that you are okay yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing happens, and that’s the reason that person (or a nation likewise) gone through difficult times; respect the peace and can manage crisis (either personal or public) quite well. Look at European nations; are there going to be another war between them? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically the major difference between systems and people involved in those systems around the world. For example in Japan everything is systematic, there is not much room for adjustment when it comes to social and business behaviors. As the result not much is left to people for arbitration and negotiations: hence people in those systems are more simple and akin. From the other hand people in countries like Lebanon can only rely on themselves if they want to grow for there is little support from the system. This type tends to be more tough and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that: the little things in life give us the excuses to become aware of our standing in the system, to experience diluted problems to get ready for the moment when a more severe thing comes across; exactly like the functionality of vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn’t want to give you a sermon; I just noticed that I actually did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing anyways and don’t take it serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You won’t believe what happened yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I had a car accident :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I hit a dump truck in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Though it wasn’t any big accident, my car was damaged quite seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Actually I was kind of dozing in the middle of traffic. What a shame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7436200181364374566?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7436200181364374566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=7436200181364374566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7436200181364374566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7436200181364374566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-i-am-sorry-that-really-sucks-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5931297627412553979</id><published>2005-01-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:52:15.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brand Image III&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big manufacturers, the proprietors of famous brands always launch extraordinary utensils to the markets, the products which are breakthrough in technology, so innovative and advanced that their market share due to their high price positions cannot be considerable. The moving/walking robots made by Toyota, big OLED TV made by Samsung, large Plasma Display Panel made by Phillips, First blah blah mobile phone by Nokia, biggest X made by Y. Not many people are buying them, and in some cases the production doesn’t even become commercial. So what is the benefit of such gadgets; technically so complicated that in some examples suck up most of the R&amp;D budget of the enterprise in one shot? One educated answer is that they just want to boast that they could if they would. They are showing off to their future customers what sort of technology backbone and infrastructure could possibly be there to support them if they join their party. They are just willing to build up a good brand IMAGE, and if they already had one; then to reinforce the idea and don’t let people to forget them. One good marketing strategy is to show the unreachable, unbelievable picture and open up the way to sell the cheaper products. When a customer sees that SonyEricsson hi-end phones come with almost the same features of a laptop, then they are convinced to buy the cheap SonyEricsson phones .... just simply because they believe that even the low-end ones are made with the same peculiarity, design team, production facilities and quality control. They [the makers] succeeded .... they set the minds that they are from the top-tier, the best, and the choice of excellence for the connoisseurs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC as usual :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5931297627412553979?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5931297627412553979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5931297627412553979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5931297627412553979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5931297627412553979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/01/brand-image-iii-marketing-approach-big.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1116070096881746753</id><published>2005-01-06T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:53:23.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at the problems we encounter daily in two ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The days I am joyful, happy and energetic; I see them as training materials, the study cases and excuses to learn new things. To be challenged and become more professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- The days I am down and dejected; I perceive them as job security grips without which I have nothing to do and the list of reasons why I am here are exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1116070096881746753?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1116070096881746753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1116070096881746753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1116070096881746753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1116070096881746753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-look-at-problems-we-encounter-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4818973773456838900</id><published>2004-12-25T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:56:34.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kathleen Kelly in "You've Got Mail": You are just the suit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to break the shell, to take off the suit.... to render to something we always wanted to be ... those moment are precious ... those moments worth a lot ... even if those moments happened to be in Bam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4818973773456838900?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4818973773456838900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4818973773456838900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4818973773456838900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4818973773456838900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/12/kathleen-kelly-in-youve-got-mail-you.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3976873103256108804</id><published>2004-12-25T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:00:17.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is christian, but christmas gives the people around the world with different belief systems, colors, cultures and ethnic backgrounds the unique opportunity to be happy, to forgive others and to hope for a better year to come, hope for a new life, a new birth ... and a new start ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful start in 2005 ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3976873103256108804?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3976873103256108804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3976873103256108804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3976873103256108804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3976873103256108804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-was-christmas-not-everyone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3397090302725236174</id><published>2004-12-13T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:01:25.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sentence had a lot to say "She has to work to make money for our trip." this means a lot ,,,, that is the sign of love .. respect and understanding from your side... F. is enjoying ... don’t worry about her ..... because she has someone like you who is respecting/understanding what she does ... this is important ... more important than a trip .. it means a whole life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your trip and come back safe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Salaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dec. 11'2004 I, F. and P. are leaving for Seattle tomorrow to LA and then San Diego. We will come back by the end of December. Unfortunately my wife can't come with us. She has to work to make money for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3397090302725236174?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3397090302725236174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3397090302725236174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3397090302725236174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3397090302725236174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-your-sentence-had-lot-to-say-she.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2585533692820514614</id><published>2004-12-11T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:02:22.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brand Image II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single phenomenon needs an image in order to be visible. The image can be translated into form, shape and behaviors. The functionality of the image is to make a distinction, drawing a line between item A and B; to help the observer with his senses, to show that the things can be uniquely identified. Sometimes this image goes with the nature of the object and in many cases it is only skin deep. These days the possible incongruity of the image and the functionality of the object is a well-known topic - it is a part of the public culture now; thanks to the mass media and the vast coverage of the psychological themes among individuals. That made the "image-thing" a familiar vocabulary; no need to repeat the definition once used in a daily conversation. When people talk about the image of something; they usually refer to the incompatibility of face and essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the image created? It is simply shaped by the repetition of an event/behavior in a certain environment. Dog is man’s best friend in Western hemisphere and man’s best food in Korea [not welcomed these days though]; mouse is evil in Iran, while it is respected in India. Chinese wear white for mourning, whereas for most other people black is the color of death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2585533692820514614?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2585533692820514614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2585533692820514614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2585533692820514614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2585533692820514614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/12/brand-image-ii-every-single-phenomenon.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-609088159830476915</id><published>2004-11-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:03:35.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brand Image I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialog 1:&lt;br /&gt;- Do you fast!!?? Someone like you should be enlightened enough to reject these rituals.&lt;br /&gt;- You have a stereotype, you can’t associate faces with beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialog 2:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you fast when you were in Canada?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, I did.&lt;br /&gt;- But people there don’t fast, do they?&lt;br /&gt;- Those who practice would.&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly saying I was shocked when I noticed that someone like you fasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialog 3:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you call Mr. B?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, but he was praying.&lt;br /&gt;- This is the first time for me in Iran that I heard someone is praying.&lt;br /&gt;- I pray myself!&lt;br /&gt;- Wow! Then I had a wrong preconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-609088159830476915?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/609088159830476915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=609088159830476915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/609088159830476915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/609088159830476915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/11/brand-image-i-dialog-1-do-you-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4111475458296992144</id><published>2004-11-13T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:04:31.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erstes Mal auf Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer sagt, daß alle Tage ähnlich sind?&lt;br /&gt;Ich sah sie am Sonntag ....&lt;br /&gt;ich verlor sie am Montag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeder Montag .... wünsche ich,&lt;br /&gt;... daß die Welt am Sonntag beendete&lt;br /&gt;Und die Sonne stieg nicht für einen neuen Montag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber Sonne ist grösser als meine Liebe&lt;br /&gt;Vor wenn sie auf Geliebte hörte,&lt;br /&gt;... sollte sie vor vielen Jahren gestorben sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Liebe ist gegangen,&lt;br /&gt;... aber meine Sonne scheint noch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie glänzt,&lt;br /&gt;... damit die Tage kommen&lt;br /&gt;Die Tage,&lt;br /&gt;...damit neue Geliebte treffen&lt;br /&gt;Und seien Sie dankbar,&lt;br /&gt;... daß Sonne noch dort ist ...&lt;br /&gt;... daß Sonntag noch dort ist ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4111475458296992144?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4111475458296992144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4111475458296992144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4111475458296992144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4111475458296992144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/11/erstes-mal-auf-deutsch-wer-sagt-da-alle.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-7572755560309968882</id><published>2004-11-11T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:07:00.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in CKD business [car for example] you start with a big ratio of imported parts and move to a point that most of the part are locally made. Once you have internalized the majority of the parts, then you can claim that you are locally making the product. that’s the time you can boast that you migrated from a Car importer to a Kar manufacturer .... you basically have internalized the concept of Kar ... it is no longer a Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That s almost the same thing for me when it comes to kanada and vankouver... for me they are no longer just Canada and Vancouver with Capital letter ... they are some internalized things within me ... i have a part in them ... and they for sure have a part in me .... One more good example could be the way you address your friends and beloved ones .... for you ... for instance: Dr. Masoud Tavassoli; the orthopedic surgeon of the year in Iran is not Dr. Tavassoli .. for you he is simply masoud jooon, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7572755560309968882?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7572755560309968882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=7572755560309968882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7572755560309968882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7572755560309968882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-ckd-business-car-for-example-you.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-7466237777601774530</id><published>2004-10-26T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:20:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Separation of professional and personal lives ... Episode II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practice the Western approach works, but deep inside the implementer does not necessarily believe in the equality of rights and the availability of justice and fair treatment to every single customer. But who cares? The result and the action have the voice, in this system materialization stage is the most significant one, and nobody even gives a damn if you like the rules or not. As long as you abide by the guideline you are a part of the team, whereas in our old traditional style, your guideline is your belief system, is your feeling, your in-house principles and values; which if is filtered with conscience and moral rules of thumb will result in the harmony of will and deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just if . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7466237777601774530?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7466237777601774530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=7466237777601774530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7466237777601774530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7466237777601774530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/10/separation-of-professional-and-personal_21.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-308536383721439664</id><published>2004-10-21T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:10:16.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Separation of professional and personal lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We - eastern people - mix up our life at home with the work and that’s because we are too honest .. . we let our bad attitudes interfere with our professional service .. the service that we are suppose to offer at work to our client, to our organization .. . or to ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a bad day, then you would not perform at the same level as usual .. You are a different person .. Why? Just because you didn’t leave your role of being a father, mother behind the door before you get into work .. one day we are too happy, just simply because we had great time the night before ... and some days we are mean to our internal and external customers, for someone else was mean to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer care and issue related to service being a western phenomenon does not enjoy a proper answer within the scope of eastern culture and life style .. . customer care says: serve your client no matter who s/he is .. in an ideal model age, wealth, race, education, religion, and appearance are unrelated and weightless factors in your decision and attitude towards customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how unfeasible it is to draw a strict line and divide our career form our personality ... imagine that you are a taxi driver and you had a fight with your neighbor last night, now in the morning, are you going to brake for that nasty neighbor and harbor him in your cab? in your dreams ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically four possible answers to this concern:&lt;br /&gt;1. mystical approach: you love people unconditionally and know that their bad behavior is just one of the few burdens you have to overcome to become more complete.. to become perfect ... perfect! you purify yourself by tolerating others... you see the whole picture: that all are from one holy source, so nothing and no one is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; we leave this option for now, just because of one single reason: it is too impractical. The more you think like that, the less you would be working in service industry, actually you don’t need approach, you are right in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. eastern melange strategy: to blend what you feel and sense with your guideline to serve a person (try to avoid but the correct terminology for that person is customer), trust your perception and judge people by their characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; this is what we mostly do right now, frankly saying its rooted in our honesty and sincerity. we cannot cheat ourselves and close our eyes to our impression. we only have to know that our feeling are dull after living for so long among adults, we heard lies, we are not honest to others ourselves, so it is quite possible that we have a misconception about people ... and we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. robotic instruction oriented method: I don’t feel writing about this trivial option, as no one ever can follow this pattern. It is here because it’s one of the options, impossible option though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mainstream practice in western societies: follow the instruction, TRY to not let your judgment be impaired by your feeling, your taste and your belief system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I tell you all these? Did I have a bad experience when I was served? didnt I have anything better to write here? am I starting to blame my fanatic eastern sympathy? am I preparing the valid/invalid (doesn’t matter) grounds for myself to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all .. Maybe none ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-308536383721439664?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/308536383721439664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=308536383721439664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/308536383721439664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/308536383721439664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/10/separation-of-professional-and-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6793034689422623157</id><published>2004-10-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:11:48.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes me a year&lt;br /&gt;to jump&lt;br /&gt;to take&lt;br /&gt;to fake&lt;br /&gt;to expose&lt;br /&gt;to yell&lt;br /&gt;to shout&lt;br /&gt;to bark&lt;br /&gt;And to halt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first day of fast comes&lt;br /&gt;.. and then it takes me another day:&lt;br /&gt;to calm&lt;br /&gt;to sink&lt;br /&gt;to weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to remind me..&lt;br /&gt;that:&lt;br /&gt;I am not carnivores, not chatty&lt;br /&gt;I am the soul&lt;br /&gt;I am the whole&lt;br /&gt;.. I am lucky enough to fast&lt;br /&gt;to seize the moment and let it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first day of fast&lt;br /&gt;is the milestone&lt;br /&gt;after jump for a year&lt;br /&gt;a milestone for another year of yell&lt;br /&gt;year of run&lt;br /&gt;year of rush&lt;br /&gt;year of dash&lt;br /&gt;and crash&lt;br /&gt;a year to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening arms to new moments&lt;br /&gt;a new start&lt;br /&gt;a rebirth of thought&lt;br /&gt;full of tears that washes out the old madness&lt;br /&gt;that blooms new hope that we’re alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first day of fast&lt;br /&gt;The very single moment that last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6793034689422623157?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6793034689422623157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6793034689422623157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6793034689422623157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6793034689422623157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-takes-me-year-to-jump-to-take-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-7960607633386815710</id><published>2004-10-16T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:13:56.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our daily morning breakfast&lt;br /&gt;... follows a full dark night of sleepiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once in a blue moon:&lt;br /&gt;.. our every night-break of the fast&lt;br /&gt;... chases the bright day of sleepless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7960607633386815710?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7960607633386815710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=7960607633386815710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7960607633386815710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7960607633386815710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/10/our-daily-morning-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8265411583025595587</id><published>2004-10-08T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:15:26.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>type away - part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am alone now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont do much&lt;br /&gt;.. as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek so much&lt;br /&gt;... like the more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like the others now&lt;br /&gt;i am no exeption ...&lt;br /&gt;... noone as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek so much&lt;br /&gt;i talk too much&lt;br /&gt;... like the more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8265411583025595587?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8265411583025595587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8265411583025595587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8265411583025595587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8265411583025595587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/10/type-away-part-ii-i-am-alone-now.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3194032972980464924</id><published>2004-09-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:24:41.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>type away ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ... hello ... hello&lt;br /&gt;this is me ... mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm from downside san diego&lt;br /&gt;opps i came here before ...&lt;br /&gt;originally born in santiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care too much ...&lt;br /&gt;but i am not such ...&lt;br /&gt;uhhhm ... historically as rousseau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my obsession&lt;br /&gt;to live in perfection&lt;br /&gt;but ... to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;... my failures were complete&lt;br /&gt;.. the endeavors are no more in need&lt;br /&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/3437269727801413705-3194032972980464924?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3194032972980464924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3194032972980464924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3194032972980464924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3194032972980464924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/09/type-away.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2228415015268529827</id><published>2004-09-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:23:52.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the -river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the -r roars&lt;br /&gt;the -i itches&lt;br /&gt;the -v vivifies&lt;br /&gt;the -e encounters&lt;br /&gt;and ..&lt;br /&gt;the -r returns ..&lt;br /&gt;.. home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2228415015268529827?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2228415015268529827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2228415015268529827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2228415015268529827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2228415015268529827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/09/river-r-roars-i-itches-v-vivifies-e.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3865719424234676783</id><published>2004-09-03T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:22:10.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we -all bloggers- always have the debate inside over the image we have outside in real life and what we like to be or what we really are deep down in our heart ... these two images do not necessarily match all the times ... we afraid to distort the image we have not because we like the image outside but due to the fact that it let us hide behind the mask we prefer to expose ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow you know me by my weblog ... so you are one of those who know the one behind the mask .... the one you know is the one i know ... keep knowing me ... keep exploring ... keep our fingers crossed that one day .. some day, i became courageous enough to come out of the shelter i made for myself .. till that day ... this is my cave .. this is my weblog .... w318.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thu, 2 Sep 2004 11:55:56 -0700, .... wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; why have u omit ur weblog address :( send it to me, thx&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3865719424234676783?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3865719424234676783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3865719424234676783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3865719424234676783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3865719424234676783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/09/uhumm-we-all-bloggers-always-have.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8155882332780463254</id><published>2004-08-19T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:30:04.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am pragmatic ...&lt;br /&gt;I use pesticides ...&lt;br /&gt;... Then I am conservative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t believe that ....&lt;br /&gt;... the end justifies the mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8155882332780463254?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8155882332780463254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8155882332780463254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8155882332780463254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8155882332780463254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-pragmatic.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6079111268018197041</id><published>2004-08-18T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:29:18.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were democrat, how could I have ever justified my inclination towards "Brand Names"? .... I have met many who detest brands, and choose to buy no name things ... if you ever shopped at a huge supermarket in North America, you definitely noticed that "No Name" has just become another brand for itself .... The "No Name" packages all have the same design (those that I have seen were all yellow) and have the same logo, they have the toll-free contact number for complains, and they all have expiry date stamps ... What is the difference then? The price? Then "No Name" is a cheap brand, customized and targeted for a segment of the market... nothing more ... nothing less ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I met a Saffron trader, he had put his family name on the package; the same thing that you see on Gaz from Esfahan or Pashmak from Yazd. He had a good reason, he was claiming that he can not endanger his family name, because firstly it belongs to the whole relatives and secondly he can not change it, as it is the case with other trade names... so he has to watch the quality of whatever carries his name ... this is the essence of brand name, you just simply trust the name, you don't need the research to make sure about the quality ... and for sure that has a cost you are willing to pay ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you another example ... Just imagine you go shopping in the imaginary Air-Line Supermarket ... you can see different products on the shelf of Tehran-Paris .. they are namely Air-France at 650k tomans ... Iran-Air at 500k tomans and Afghan-Air at 400k tomans ... let's also assume that No-Name Airline is on the shelf, it doesn't have a package (history and liability), it doesn’t have contact number, and you are the first one taking it ... how much are you ready to pay for that? 250k? 100k? That was an extreme paradigm since your life is concerned, but this clearly shows the importance of brand name and the accountability it brings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t necessarily means that you should cling to one name all the time, you may find the better taste of coffee and the higher level of the service at a corner family coffee shop, but they have not done anything but to create the image of a good personal business .. a personal brand name. I can still remember the taste of the coffee I used to buy at the corner of Robson and Thurlow ..... and that was just terrefic ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6079111268018197041?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6079111268018197041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6079111268018197041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6079111268018197041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6079111268018197041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/08/imprint-if-i-were-democrat-how-could-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5329253316973704559</id><published>2004-08-18T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:28:29.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inclination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am right conservative, and I have maintain the foundation of this belief systematically.. for anything I encounter, I double-verify that with my inner theory-checker ... What was the outcome so far? I am still right conservative ... I wish I could be democrat ... or even left-liberal ... or very left-liberal as most of my friends are ... I know that it sounds nicer ... and it looks better in public eyes .... "Being Democrat" goes with the wave of the teenagers, philosophy lovers, poem-readers, art connoisseurs and rights-for-human fighters .. it is a credit .. it is perfect and it is the best theory we could ever come up with, but unfortunately it does not work in reality as it sounds in theory .. There is also a middle way that I can chose not to discuss what I am .... but I have decided from many years back to live among others and tolerate them first and enjoy spending time with them 2nd, and love them at the end ... This is me ... I live for myself and the things that I chose to be ... I intentionally expose the basis of my belief system in order to purify it from hatred .. from prejudices .. .. and from stubbornness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5329253316973704559?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5329253316973704559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5329253316973704559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5329253316973704559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5329253316973704559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/08/inclination-i-am-right-conservative-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8006421902233578312</id><published>2004-08-16T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:27:30.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking that our life is very similar to the way Orkut works! You never come to the network unless at least two members of the network (world) choose to invite you there. They are namely your parents! And they should be of different genders, that is because nature is not gay yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the joint-inviters have already invited others to the network (your siblings) or they will in future. Some have provided their network (kids) with proper manner, so they get in return 100% happy faces simply because people find them trustworthy. Some of members of the network don’t know how to enjoy life and all their concern is either money or knowledge, as a penalty: “No Ice Cube for Them!” Some members are lucky enough to have affluent parents so their wealth can make them sexy. Hearts are falling in their ways because a rich person cannot be anything but sexy. Money brings fame, look, status, reputation and access to cosmetics, fashion TV and plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately or fortunately your inviters can enjoy their full control over the termination of their profile at any time. This mostly happens with the male inviter (father), then other members of the network prefer to be on the safe side and just know you by referring to your female inviter (mother’s name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communities are our affiliations, they show our select range. And they define our individuality as we are what we choose to be. Some of us are proud enough to denounce what they reject and support what they believe in, but we also have to mind our wellbeing and peace since sometimes talking comes at a great expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the benefit to access to the network of our joint-inviters. We don’t need to build trust from the day first as our parents have already paved the way. We have to watch not to ruin this trust though. Once we proved ourselves to the members of the network, they may refer us to others by scrabbling one or two lines of testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to this story ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its 2:30 in the morning .. that’s the best I could create: BS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8006421902233578312?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8006421902233578312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8006421902233578312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8006421902233578312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8006421902233578312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-was-thinking-that-our-life-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2209913061569442806</id><published>2004-08-06T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:26:32.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts&lt;br /&gt;it's awful ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love ...&lt;br /&gt;and not be loved back ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch ...&lt;br /&gt;it feels ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2209913061569442806?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2209913061569442806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2209913061569442806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2209913061569442806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2209913061569442806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-hurts-its-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-7230807845905278816</id><published>2004-07-26T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:32:23.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>India, Lima, Oscar, Victor, Echo, Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to go, free to settle, or free to stay.&lt;br /&gt;When you said goodbye, I urged none to utter, or to say.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever loved you more, no one will, no one dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diving in my lexicon behind your exodus,&lt;br /&gt;for you took not your memoir, but our clay.&lt;br /&gt;That was the definition of love:&lt;br /&gt;You let her go, and wish her all the best as today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azizam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: India, Lima, Oscar, Victor, Echo, Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to let you inform:&lt;br /&gt;I am in shape ...&lt;br /&gt;I am in verve ...&lt;br /&gt;I am in form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-7230807845905278816?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7230807845905278816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=7230807845905278816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7230807845905278816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/7230807845905278816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/india-lima-oscar-victor-echo-uniform.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4621426755333936946</id><published>2004-07-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:34:09.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellipsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Orkut asked what my passion is, with almost no doubt I scrabbled ellipsis .... for me ellipsis is more than just giving a pause or unwillingness to continue a discussion or bringing more similar examples -the same functionality as in "et Cetera"-  ... for me it is a style of writing ... giving the reader a chance to fill in the blanks ... to get involved and to be more assertive in her reading .... Long Live Ellipsis ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4621426755333936946?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4621426755333936946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4621426755333936946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4621426755333936946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4621426755333936946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/ellipsis-when-orkut-asked-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-3585258336733670481</id><published>2004-07-20T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:35:37.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C H A N E L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Listen to me:&lt;br /&gt;I am not materialistic;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to save,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to use;&lt;br /&gt;To demand less,&lt;br /&gt;And to give more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read Economist,&lt;br /&gt;And know many things:&lt;br /&gt;- That crude oil is still cheaper than water&lt;br /&gt;- That people are starving to death&lt;br /&gt;- That fashion is a way to rob&lt;br /&gt;- That cosmetic is meant to fool&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;By the one wearing the Chanel&lt;br /&gt;To think that the scent was for me,&lt;br /&gt;For someone who was fool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who loved the scent and the mask,&lt;br /&gt;And not the reality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Among all your materialistic world,&lt;br /&gt;I choose perfume, &lt;br /&gt;And it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I choose Chanel,&lt;br /&gt;Costly and dear,&lt;br /&gt;Still cheaper than my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;That I can make with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-3585258336733670481?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3585258336733670481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=3585258336733670481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3585258336733670481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/3585258336733670481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/c-h-n-e-l-hey-listen-to-me-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8389640168301942364</id><published>2004-07-20T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:36:51.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One likes poems,&lt;br /&gt;One loves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One steps in,&lt;br /&gt;One says hi,&lt;br /&gt;One takes the chance,&lt;br /&gt;One nods the head,&lt;br /&gt;One smiles back,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One opens the arms,&lt;br /&gt;One embraces the soul,&lt;br /&gt;One kisses the heart,&lt;br /&gt;One fills with warmth,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One reads poems,&lt;br /&gt;One stays thankful,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One looks aside,&lt;br /&gt;One fills with grief,&lt;br /&gt;One hands the bloom,&lt;br /&gt;One says goodbye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One loves the dream,&lt;br /&gt;One loves the soul,&lt;br /&gt;One loves poems,&lt;br /&gt;One loves one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8389640168301942364?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8389640168301942364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8389640168301942364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8389640168301942364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8389640168301942364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-likes-poems-one-loves-one.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6700737771203457505</id><published>2004-07-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:38:25.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just a Replication - you read it in Persian here before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting sociology points I found in Orkut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking the profiles of those Iranians living abroad for a long time, those who even prefer to have an English weblog instead of Persian in order to enjoy a wider spectrum of readers (not that there is anything wrong with that* ) still they have merely Iranians in their network of friends or the number of their country fellows are incomparable with the rest of nationalities(exceptions aside for sure!). This might have different reasons: firstly, it may suggest that we, Iranians are open to other cultures and customs as far as we are at work or school but we are reluctant to have them in our network of friends. The latter explanation might be laid in this reality that Iranian immigrants were not that successful in merging with other cultures and civilizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociology is not my major, and I know that numbers like the ones Orkut represents are not meant for sociological researches, but they can at least indicate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some errors in profiles like the contradiction between the sexual orientations and the reasons people are attending Orkut, known as "Here for?" Like you say that you are not gay (not that there is anything wrong with that* ) but you are here for dating your own sex as well. This had vast coverage in Persians Weblogs. The simple explanation -in my opinion- is that they missed the point because of lack of English knowledge OR -equally important- because they don't know the content and implications of  "date" in western culture in which date doesn't simply mean meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a friend added:&lt;br /&gt;Date does not necessarily lead to intimacy but it is certainly more that chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk here more: http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=20004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6700737771203457505?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6700737771203457505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6700737771203457505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6700737771203457505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6700737771203457505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-just-replication-you-read-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4608565664678966774</id><published>2004-07-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:39:35.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I were a democrat ...&lt;br /&gt;Better say: I wish I were able to be democrat ...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived in utopia: in a non error-prone environment, somewhere that efficiency were 100%, and the inputs were not affected by surrounding noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vacuum,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a jungle where the lion-king were the supreme-judge too, and the gazelle were filing the claim about the drought and lack of vitamins in greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“War” were missing between “warehouse” and “warm” entries in dictionaries, and men’s only concerns were the perfectionism and extraterrestrials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a democratic vacuity, no judiciary is considered necessary. And "Harvard Law School" is offering free Hawaii vacation package for applicants, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were either philosopher or mystic, and only entertained wisdom or affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no universal rules and people were just abide by values, ...by morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is scholar ... not everyone is devotee,&lt;br /&gt;Not all people can overcome the barriers with logic or love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there are more job opportunities for lawyers ... still philosopher should try to find a job as a faculty member in blah blah collage, if things go well ... And love stories are classified as comedy genre for our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money speaks louder than any loudspeaker, and parents love their affluent offspring conditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were democrat .... Or the things allowed me to be so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in our next lecture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4608565664678966774?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4608565664678966774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4608565664678966774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4608565664678966774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4608565664678966774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wish-i-were-democrat.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4812230057294274037</id><published>2004-07-01T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:40:17.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to mark the 1st of july ...&lt;br /&gt;obscure,&lt;br /&gt;distant,&lt;br /&gt;vague,&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;and impersonal ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4812230057294274037?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4812230057294274037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4812230057294274037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4812230057294274037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4812230057294274037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-to-mark-1st-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1734219594140637446</id><published>2004-06-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:53:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>autobiography</title><content type='html'>... for him the main goal was never money, it was the wonderful things that he learnt in life and the awesome people that he got to know... his dream was about to realize: that he knew more people and had more comrades than anyone at his age and in his circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for some time everything was benign, in harmony and in peace, so he questioned himself: “is it what you want? isn’t it too quiet? ... too routine?” his inner monster needed a new challenge. he looked around and said to himself: “what the heck ... let’s move!” that was easy to say, hard to perform though. he didn’t know what is expecting him there, somewhere out of his comfort zone, beyond his reach, above his conquered levels ... he had only one thing in mind; that was his power to abandon the fears and encounter his new passion: broaden his horizon and sneak inexperienced bits and pieces of life, get lost and explore himself ... to confront himself ... the new guy ... who he never had a chance to know that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place he picked to live was somewhere with great scenery and soft converge of major cultures and individuals. that was invaluable experience for him and even for those who did not accompany him ... they all discovered how to lose their prejudice and love others unconditionally …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cited form my autobiography ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1734219594140637446?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1734219594140637446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1734219594140637446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1734219594140637446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1734219594140637446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2008/03/autobiography.html' title='autobiography'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8519926481908416905</id><published>2004-06-29T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:54:25.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Fares</title><content type='html'>Special Summer Fares: Bam – Nosrat Abad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam is not far from Nosrat Abad, and Iranians are trying to make all the little towns and metropolitans close enough to Bam, Nosrat Abad and Neishabour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8519926481908416905?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8519926481908416905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8519926481908416905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8519926481908416905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8519926481908416905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/06/special-fares.html' title='Special Fares'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4588772200281801554</id><published>2004-06-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:55:39.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encode...</title><content type='html'>For some obvious reasons I cannot type in Persian and I am not in a mood to fix the problem. That’s okay; this gives me enough incentive to write the little things I never dared to converse in my mother tongue. It would be ideal if I could invent a language with special encoding system for myself, then only I could read and decode my thoughts. Until then, I may just try to get the best use of allegory and metaphor to maximize the intricacy of my writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4588772200281801554?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4588772200281801554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4588772200281801554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4588772200281801554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4588772200281801554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/06/encode.html' title='Encode...'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5551524979424044745</id><published>2004-06-27T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:56:57.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I randomly opened a page from a manual in lieu of Hafez’s omen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the HOLD switch is set to [HOLD], the current mode is locked and all buttons are disabled. This helps to prevent accidental pressing of buttons that can activate undesired operation and is convenient when carrying the recorder in a bag or pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from the User Manual of Olympus Digital Voice Recorder V-90&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5551524979424044745?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5551524979424044745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5551524979424044745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5551524979424044745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5551524979424044745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/06/tonight-i-randomly-opened-page-from.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-6995858781385473183</id><published>2004-04-21T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:23:02.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table style="border-width: 0pt; border-collapse: collapse;" id="AutoNumber1" border="1" bordercolor="#111111" height="64" width="47%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; border-width: medium;" rowspan="2" height="193" width="10%"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px;" align="center"&gt;e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px;" height="96" width="10%"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(17, 17, 17); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px;" bgcolor="#c0c0c0" height="96" width="40%"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Incentive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(17, 17, 17); border-right: 1px solid rgb(17, 17, 17);" bgcolor="#c0c0c0" height="96" width="40%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Expel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px;" height="97" width="10%"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px;" bgcolor="#c0c0c0" height="97" width="40%"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Appreciation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(17, 17, 17); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px;" bgcolor="#c0c0c0" height="97" width="40%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Training&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; border-width: medium;" height="25" width="10%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium;" height="25" width="10%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none rgb(17, 17, 17); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px;" align="center" height="25" width="40%"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none rgb(17, 17, 17); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px;" align="center" height="25" width="40%"&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; border-width: medium;" height="20" width="10%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; border-width: medium;" height="20" width="10%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none; border-width: medium; border-bottom: medium none rgb(17, 17, 17);" colspan="2" height="20" width="83%"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;K n o w l e d g e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time my sales manager; Joel showed this chart to me .... later in the "Organizational Behavior" class, I was introduced to the other versions of the same diagram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone... these days I am thinking that you may expand the same concept to almost everything .... you may just need to tune the definitions .... for example simply replace desire with love and knowledge with agreement .... or you may not even need to change the terms ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-6995858781385473183?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6995858781385473183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=6995858781385473183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6995858781385473183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/6995858781385473183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2004/04/d-e-s-i-r-e-no-incentive-expel-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1950193431936214419</id><published>2003-12-22T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:44:12.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why there is no link on my weblog</title><content type='html'>Linking on a webpage is the mechanism that takes you to somewhere [of the choice of the linker] on the World Wide Web. The destination can be anything: a piece of music or a poem that the suggesting person liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link is analogous to gift; we usually give things we like and endorse, to people we respect. Gifts are not always liked by the receivers as they may have different preferences and liking behaviors. By links we imply what drag our attentions; what we enjoyed reading, listening, watching ... simply experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big pitfall of link I try to avoid is the tendency this process set for the moments we have nothing to say, comment, agree and create. The link prepares a platform for postponing any opportunity we may find to let ourselves to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, link is like a library; when one has nothing to express, then s/he may consider referring to the reflections of a phenomenon in other people’s heart and mind. What happens if all are librarians? Then no one yearns to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I love to open my heart and wisdom to the marvelous pieces people find on the internet. I deliberately want to ban this for myself only; hoping this practice help me with my creativity, impetuosity and spontaneity. This is by no means a suggestion or guidance for others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;متصل چون شد دلت با آن عدم&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; هين بگو مهراس از خالي شدن&lt;br /&gt;امر قل زين آمدش کي‌ راستين&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  کم نخواهد شد بگو درياست اين&lt;br /&gt;مولانا&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsor:&lt;br /&gt;This post is powered by free internet from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;F R O O G H&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;Those who read this post know Froogh already; in any other case please simply search on the internet for froogh weblog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-1950193431936214419?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1950193431936214419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1950193431936214419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1950193431936214419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1950193431936214419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2003/12/why-there-is-no-link-on-my-weblog.html' title='Why there is no link on my weblog'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8875541637701261904</id><published>2003-12-21T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:46:43.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointing..</title><content type='html'>It’s never too late to get disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8875541637701261904?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8875541637701261904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8875541637701261904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8875541637701261904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8875541637701261904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2003/12/disapointing.html' title='disappointing..'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5859078803260786797</id><published>2003-12-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:35:36.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R5XGMRCm1JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L2425EUMvH0/s1600-h/kh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R5XGMRCm1JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L2425EUMvH0/s200/kh2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158246862257837202" alt="http://weekly.ahram.org.eg/2001/566/kh2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate on the necessity of a Canon Powershot S400 Digital Camera ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The only reason behind my inclination to poetry is the null expense of typing vs. the cost of photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument 1: All the good and historical poems are well written.&lt;br /&gt;Argument 2: Not all the good and historical pictures are technically decent.*&lt;br /&gt;Argument 3: Both literature and photography are considered Arts.&lt;br /&gt;Argument 4: People have different style of judgment and sometimes they call it “taste”.&lt;br /&gt;Deduction: People have sterner artistic judgment i.e. taste when it comes to literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal conclusion: Better be a photographer; people have less expectations there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;* Please refer to the above picture taken during the assassination of Anwar Sadat&lt;br /&gt;Picture: Al-Ahram Weekly. Move your cursor over the picture for the web address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen: you got it? … In our next session we will talk about the philosophy of linking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5859078803260786797?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5859078803260786797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5859078803260786797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5859078803260786797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5859078803260786797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2003/12/debate-on-necessity-of-canon-powershot.html' title=''/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tEtmsWzaHEs/R5XGMRCm1JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L2425EUMvH0/s72-c/kh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-1341946488521035480</id><published>2002-10-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:12:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raincheck</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bordercolorlight="#000000" bordercolordark="#CCCC99" align="center" bgcolor="FFFFFF" border="1" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;RAINCHECK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This Raincheck is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;valid for 15 days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for shopping&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bon Voyage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Safar be SalAmat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Khosh bez-gareh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ghorboone DAdAsh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;SafAtou&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;AghAee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&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/3437269727801413705-1341946488521035480?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1341946488521035480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=1341946488521035480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1341946488521035480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/1341946488521035480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/10/raincheck.html' title='Raincheck'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-2413988295729044994</id><published>2002-09-04T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:57:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>..... auto-correct in ms word keeps changing "i" to "I" and i have to go back and correct it ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-2413988295729044994?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2413988295729044994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=2413988295729044994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2413988295729044994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/2413988295729044994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2002/09/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-5925727066279157127</id><published>2002-09-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:58:42.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt; entourage &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt; entourage &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; entourage &lt;&lt;&lt; &gt;&gt;&gt; entourage &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-5925727066279157127?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5925727066279157127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=5925727066279157127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5925727066279157127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/5925727066279157127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2002/09/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8705268434286764429</id><published>2002-08-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:55:29.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love trilogy - 3</title><content type='html'>.....i.am.trying.to.forget.that.......&lt;br /&gt;........i.hate.bacon.and..........&lt;br /&gt;..........start.loving.you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8705268434286764429?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8705268434286764429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8705268434286764429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8705268434286764429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8705268434286764429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2002/08/love-trilogy-3.html' title='love trilogy - 3'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-4434828118912601145</id><published>2002-07-31T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:54:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love trilogy - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was pretty sure till she said that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;    ...her brother is going to bacon univer-         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;      sity, and her mother believes that all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;        vitamins specially B, A, C, O, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;         N are plenty in bacon, and how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;          cheap it is, and how yummy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;            was!, and that her dad wo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;              rks for bacon sausage fac-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;               tory, and her friends don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;                like hanging out with no--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;                bacon eaters , and her  ex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;              was also hating bacon, and  the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;           fiance of her closest friend that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;         calls on every other day was once hospi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;       talized for bacon allergy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;   .....and that she still loves it but she tries to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;forget it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-4434828118912601145?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4434828118912601145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=4434828118912601145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4434828118912601145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/4434828118912601145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2002/07/loves.html' title='love trilogy - 2'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437269727801413705.post-8510759513076783085</id><published>2002-07-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:54:31.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love trilogy - 1</title><content type='html'>he loves me .... she loves me not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves eating bacon&lt;br /&gt;.... but i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she loves me&lt;br /&gt;.... and i am not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she stops eating bacon&lt;br /&gt;.... to love me more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437269727801413705-8510759513076783085?l=alimaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8510759513076783085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437269727801413705&amp;postID=8510759513076783085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8510759513076783085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437269727801413705/posts/default/8510759513076783085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimaaan.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-loves-me-she-loves-me-not.html' title='love trilogy - 1'/><author><name>alireza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06156206246521715951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
