<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Personal on Hatem Zidi</title><link>https://blog.hatemzidi.com/categories/personal/</link><description>Recent content in Personal
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;True friends are never apart, maybe in distance but never in heart.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br&gt;
— Helen Keller&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friendships don’t always end with fights. Sometimes they just fade, without drama, without closure. One day they’re there. The next, they are just names in your phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>20 years of blogging</title><link>https://blog.hatemzidi.com/2025/04/18/20-years-of-blogging/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><author>me@hatemzidi.com (Hatem ZIDI)</author><guid>https://blog.hatemzidi.com/2025/04/18/20-years-of-blogging/</guid><description>
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&lt;p&gt;I’ve been wondering how to celebrate this milestone. Because yeah… today marks exactly 20 years since I hit “publish” on my
&lt;a href="https://blog.hatemzidi.com/2005/04/18/salam/"
&gt;very first blog post&lt;/a&gt;
— April 18th, 2005.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That post? Honestly… it was bad. A clumsy “hi”, a confused tone, and zero clue about where I was heading. It was a start.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But hey… here we are. Twenty years later.&lt;br&gt;
Still blogging. Still writing — even if what that means has changed a lot over time.
I guess it&amp;rsquo;s time for a little reflection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>When a clueless Salesperson got me into computers, Inadvertently</title><link>https://blog.hatemzidi.com/2025/02/12/when-a-clueless-salesperson-got-me-into-computers-inadvertently/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><author>me@hatemzidi.com (Hatem ZIDI)</author><guid>https://blog.hatemzidi.com/2025/02/12/when-a-clueless-salesperson-got-me-into-computers-inadvertently/</guid><description>
&lt;p&gt;So there I was, 8 years old, dragged to the shopping center by my dad because, apparently, shopping for socks is a &lt;em&gt;family event&lt;/em&gt;. We’re walking through this temple of consumerism when—BAM!—I spot a computer showroom. Not just any computers.
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&gt;MSX/Sakhr machines&lt;/a&gt;
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