<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655</id><updated>2009-10-14T20:22:17.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep into Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-8223366953037923346</id><published>2008-11-19T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:11:36.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The emotional beast</title><content type='html'>Hiding deep inside, calm, serene, yet full of destructive power that could be leached instantly and aimlessly. Time pass by. No sign of it. Great you think. I have not seen it for years, hope never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you are smacked with the revelation. You feel totally bared to the bone. Unprepared and destroyed you walk aimlessly, your heart sank to the ground. You wail deep inside. You try keeping composure. But who are you deceiving? You start worrying about the beast inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a giant wave lifting you up and throwing you down. Ahh! It is painful. Worse than torture with electric wires. Worse than dogs biting through your flesh. You felt great pain before. This really hurts. It throws your heart through the rollercoaster of hell. When is it going to stop? You wish you can beg it to stop. But it is the beast within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-8223366953037923346?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/8223366953037923346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=8223366953037923346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/8223366953037923346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/8223366953037923346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotional-beast.html' title='The emotional beast'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-462661504206175017</id><published>2008-09-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:22:52.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans by nature are good. Really?</title><content type='html'>Describing good acts by humane indicates that human by nature are good. How arrogant of us humans to claim this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argue that humans by nature are not good. In fact can they can not be good, otherwise they would not have disgustingly populated the beautiful planet of Earth. They were able to do by eliminating the good elements among them. From time to time these good elements pop out from left out genes, only to be destroyed by lacking the defence mechanism to protect themselves from the overwhelmingly evil majority. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, trekking over the millennia, humanity perfected the art of evil doing and disregard for the welfare of others. That explains wars, and the common selfish behaviour. Order is only possible by the sword of law hanging over heads. This applies everywhere. Only when resources are abundant and law is strict that people behave nicely to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-462661504206175017?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/462661504206175017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=462661504206175017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/462661504206175017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/462661504206175017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/09/humans-by-nature-are-good-really.html' title='Humans by nature are good. Really?'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-7189891539547432984</id><published>2008-08-28T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:40:42.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of God</title><content type='html'>It amazes that people who keep spiting, yes I mean that, the name of god are those who willingly commit shameful acts. Corrupt officials, regardless of their religion, strive to show their devotion to god. Whores and their customers never fail to mention the almighty name. The list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think if Carl Marx has declared religion to be the opium of the people, I think god is the anti-bacterial soap for the ethically filthy. For them it is ok to be morally corrupt as long as you continually cleanse yourself with mentioning god’s name. Consequently, god could be the source of lots of evil on earth. For these bastards may stop committing their acts if no purifying agent exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-7189891539547432984?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/7189891539547432984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=7189891539547432984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/7189891539547432984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/7189891539547432984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinking-of-god.html' title='Thinking of God'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-853573159381791669</id><published>2008-07-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:22:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love: a perception or reality?</title><content type='html'>How deep is love? What does it really mean? Does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only referring to the one that could develop between a man and a woman. I’ve been doing some self assessment and observation recently. Not because I lack something to do. In the contrary I am busy as hell and have some tough timeline to meet. I guess this is the time I start to think deeply about “important” issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love a partially sexual feeling, or possibly totally driven by hormones? Is love a projection we make of our object of love, or is the object the source of love? Is it a perception or a reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exploring look of a beautiful woman can send shivers through a man. It is amazing how this fraction-of-a second gesture can send a very powerful message. Heart beats vigorously, vessels awash with steaming blood and a body heat that rivals that of the Sahara, let alone what happens to the thankfully covered part of the body. Aren’t we optimized to seek each other? No kidding. It is a wonderful feeling, yet difficult to contain and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cut short here since I realized that I have something “less important” to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-853573159381791669?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/853573159381791669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=853573159381791669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/853573159381791669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/853573159381791669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-perception-or-reality.html' title='Love: a perception or reality?'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-9026035275948385279</id><published>2008-05-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:10:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noisy thoughts</title><content type='html'>We are hardly born before we depart. Is life a short trip to a more lasting life? Or does it really matter why we are here. Are we our own invention? After all we have roamed the earth for millions of years before we’ve discovered that it pays to build a roof just few thousands year ago. We were then just like all other animals except being hairless and with weaker limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have really triggered all this so called human culture? Genetically speaking we are little different from those who lived quarter of million years ago. Most of what we refer to as history only existed less than 10,000 years ago. Is this human culture a product of the retreat of the last ice age, and consequently may disappear if another one creeps back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-9026035275948385279?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/9026035275948385279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=9026035275948385279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/9026035275948385279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/9026035275948385279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/05/noisy-thoughts.html' title='Noisy thoughts'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-6603409728156615620</id><published>2008-05-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:25:38.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palestine the nation, the identity and the culture</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that there once Palestine 60 years ago. It was a reality, a loss and is now a dream. It has however created a powerful and proud identity. Despite all the misery, injustice and massacres at the hands of enemies and also friends, Palestinians are proud to be Palestinians and happy to be members of this never dying nation. Our lost cities, towns, small villages and the heart-breaking geographical map of Palestine are engraved forever in the memories of millions of people and many more millions to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been denied to form a country, but our nation is the most powerful of all. We are blessed being the descendants of those who grew over the land of Palestine. We will pass this gift to the next generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-6603409728156615620?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/6603409728156615620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=6603409728156615620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/6603409728156615620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/6603409728156615620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/05/palestine-nation-identity-and-culture.html' title='Palestine the nation, the identity and the culture'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-5300773024872234200</id><published>2008-03-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:33:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The merry and the grumpy, heaven and hell</title><content type='html'>Women are intriguing creatures. They can make your life worth living, or they can be the hell itself. Some of the most beautiful things in life is the face of a genuine warm women smile. It triggers in the speed of light all kinds of good feelings. And I bet they make life longer and a lot more enjoyable. A nasty women on the other hand can turn your life upside down. No matter how good looking she might be, it is the ugly death itself. It makes your life miserable and the best line of action is to run away as fast as possible no matter what the consequences are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am speaking from experience, you are damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-5300773024872234200?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/5300773024872234200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=5300773024872234200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/5300773024872234200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/5300773024872234200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/03/merry-and-grumpy-heaven-and-hell.html' title='The merry and the grumpy, heaven and hell'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-6745208665527500310</id><published>2008-02-17T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:56:20.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joyous Moment</title><content type='html'>It was raining heavily, and I felt lonely under my umbrella seeing only few feet away.  I could detected a soft smell when a tender body nudged me gently. “Thanks god I found you”.  I could hear a pleasant and welcomed voice behind me. I could not utter a word. I was enjoying this moment. I was engulfed by her femininity. She got closer to me, shivering. Droplets running down her strikingly delicate face.  I wrapped my arm around her and she did not resist. We walked in unison enjoying the gift of rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-6745208665527500310?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/6745208665527500310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=6745208665527500310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/6745208665527500310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/6745208665527500310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/02/joyous-moment.html' title='A Joyous Moment'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-1577585941138986576</id><published>2008-01-07T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:28:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Love</title><content type='html'>Her tender smile caught my attention among a big crowd. As if hypnotized, I was drawn towards her as a butterfly to a bright light in a dark night. I could hear nothing but the thumping of my heart as I inch closer to her. I could smell her feminine scent. It was magical. Her beauty fascinated me, her warm welcome engulfed me in immense happiness ……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-1577585941138986576?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1577585941138986576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=1577585941138986576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1577585941138986576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1577585941138986576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2008/01/instant-love.html' title='Instant Love'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-1208956859259961374</id><published>2007-12-18T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:03:20.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding firm to principles: It is always right</title><content type='html'>Each one of us has a unique set of principles, beliefs and a way of carrying on with the business of being part of this world. Although each of one of these elements may not be unique on its own, the set itself is unique. We may call this a doctrine that determines to a large degree our path in life. Our own doctrine changes over time as we go through the different phases of life, meeting and interacting with people, experiencing love, doubts, hurt and hatred and above all going through struggle with others who try to dominate or steer us in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many come under pressure to relinquish some or many of their principles and rights to please those who seek dominance over them. It happens when you live under an authoritarian regime or a life partner who lays out conditions to keep up a relationship you fear to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part about all this is that it pays to defy that manipulation and hold firm to your principles. Simply put it! It is not worth to live as a slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-1208956859259961374?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1208956859259961374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=1208956859259961374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1208956859259961374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1208956859259961374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2007/12/holding-firm-to-principles-it-is-always.html' title='Holding firm to principles: It is always right'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-1858618754958918183</id><published>2007-11-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:04:17.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are going to rule the earth</title><content type='html'>Women are different from men. I do not mean it in a demeaning way. In the contrary, I believe men are the other half of women and not the other way around. We men ruled the Earth for millennia, but we are steadily losing our grip to women. Women are more adaptive, healthier, and have a better grip on reality. The Mother is the more important figure in the family than father, and children know that. In the West, many men run from responsibility leaving the rearing of children to women. If you happen to live in the West, you will meet many people who were raised by single moms. This phenomenon is distant to put women in the front seat in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that these sociological shifts in human societies across the world are going to alter how humans, especially men, are going to look in the next few centuries. Men will evolve into species with features more appealing to women, and not the opposite. Up to modern times, men choose women to make families and “breed”. The process is being reversed. Women will pick their mates. It will be interesting to know what women really like in men, because this is going to be the deciding factor in the next phase of human evolvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-1858618754958918183?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1858618754958918183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=1858618754958918183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1858618754958918183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1858618754958918183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2007/11/women-are-going-to-rule-earth.html' title='Women are going to rule the earth'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-1586505813810288040</id><published>2007-06-26T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:09:57.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The arrogant creature</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how vulnerable and fragile humans are. It is amazing that we have survived that long as a species. We are particularly physically weak in comparison to other animals. We are hairless, at least most of us, and have thin skin. So we can not survive for long in the outdoors without cloths. And despite this we are arrogant, selfish, and have no real sense of mortality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-1586505813810288040?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1586505813810288040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=1586505813810288040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1586505813810288040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/1586505813810288040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2007/06/arrogant-creature.html' title='The arrogant creature'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-3901708973426212841</id><published>2007-06-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:05:09.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eagles</title><content type='html'>I have a mansion &lt;br /&gt;Forget the price &lt;br /&gt;Ain't never been there &lt;br /&gt;They tell me it's nice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in hotels &lt;br /&gt;Tear out the walls &lt;br /&gt;I have accountants &lt;br /&gt;Pay for it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm crazy but I have a good time &lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime &lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maserati &lt;br /&gt;Does one eighty-five &lt;br /&gt;I lost my license &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't drive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a limo &lt;br /&gt;Ride in the back &lt;br /&gt;I lock the doors &lt;br /&gt;In case I'm attacked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making records &lt;br /&gt;My fans they can't wait &lt;br /&gt;They write me letters &lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm great &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got me an office &lt;br /&gt;Gold records on the wall &lt;br /&gt;ust leave a message &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through &lt;br /&gt;(Everybody sing) I'm cool (He's cool) &lt;br /&gt;I can't complain but sometimes I still do &lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to parties &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes until four &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to leave &lt;br /&gt;When you can't find the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to handle &lt;br /&gt;This fortune and fame &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's so different &lt;br /&gt;I haven't changed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time &lt;br /&gt;(Everybody sing) Oh yeah (Oh yeah) &lt;br /&gt;I keep on going guess I'll never know why &lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far baby, &lt;br /&gt;inside the Sad Cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-3901708973426212841?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/3901708973426212841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=3901708973426212841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/3901708973426212841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/3901708973426212841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2007/06/eagles.html' title='The Eagles'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034217664612465655.post-7975817638671077472</id><published>2007-05-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:35:35.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I believe that Life is a journey that does not need to lead to somewhere else. Enjoy it as is and cherish the company of your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034217664612465655-7975817638671077472?l=muhoudi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/feeds/7975817638671077472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034217664612465655&amp;postID=7975817638671077472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/7975817638671077472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034217664612465655/posts/default/7975817638671077472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muhoudi.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Oudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585713050524990051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17642638534024432975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>